mdni. 18+ only. eating you out aka xavier's fav pastime after sleeping. vaginal sex. no plot, just xavier enjoying his breakfast.
You have an important meeting today with some hunters that you were with during your latest mission. You got up early to prepare yourself and arrive at the meeting on time...
but Xavier can't keep his hands to himself, so you might have to come a little late.
Your latest mission lasted for eleven days. It was a big, complicated case that required thorough investigations that had you running all over the small yet strange town that's far from Linkon. Luckily, everything went well and now you're back in your apartment.
Once you returned home around eleven-thirty at night, your boyfriend was waiting for you with takeout food to enjoy together for dinner.
After dinner, you had a long bath, and Xavier joined you. For the rest of the night, he showed you just how much he missed you.
Once you closed your eyes, your body finally shut down from exhaustion. Unfortunately, you couldn't sleep in because you still have to analyze and report about your mission early in the morning. You were the team leader, so you absolutely have to be there on time.
You started off quite badly.
You had set an alarm and you did wake up on time, but your bed was just so soft and warm. Also, the arms wrapped around your stomach didn't want to let go. What can you do?
Five more minutes, you said.
You closed your eyes and cuddled with Xavier for five more minutes.
Seven minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
If it wasn't for the backup alarm you set off, you would've really fallen in a deep sleep. This time, you forced yourself to break free from Xavier's comfortable embrace and wallow in the morning coldness as you get out of bed.
You headed to the bathroom to do your daily morning routine, then you started to make breakfast for yourself and Xavier, so he has something to eat once he wakes up later on.
Or not...
He's up now.
"Xavier?" Without facing away from the counter table as you make coffee, you glanced at him over your shoulders just for a second. "You're up early. You don't have to come to work today right? You can go back to sleep."
He's walking up to you with his eyes still partly closed, hair slightly messy, and his clothes have been left behind in your bedroom floor. He's only wearing his black boxers, so you can see all the marks that you gifted him all over his body.
But it's only fair since he left even more marks on you. You had hickeys all over your neck, chest, and thighs. There were a couple of bite marks, too, though they're in areas that will be covered once you put on your work uniform later.
"It's cold..." Xavier mumbled as he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your left shoulder.
You chuckled at him. "Then maybe put on some clothes or a robe."
"Maybe you should go back to bed and cuddle with me." he replied in his low morning voice.
"I have to go to the meeting today." you reminded him. "Andrew's gonna scold me if I get there late."
"Who cares about him?" Xavier brushes his lips against the shell of your left ear. "Care for me instead. I'm cold."
His arms tightened their hold around you, pulling you close to him so there's no space between your bodies.
Xavier exhales a warm breath as his lips traveled down to your neck and pressed them against your skin softly. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back as he revisits one of the marks that he'd left there last night.
His left arm remained around your waist, and his other hand went underneath your oversized shirt and cupped your right breast, fingers enclosing on your nipple.
"Xavier..."
As you called out his name, he slightly bent you forward and thrusted his hips against your ass, letting you feel his bulge through his boxers.
His teeth caught your ear, lightly tugging on your earlobes. "They can wait. I can't." His left hand slid down from your waist and slipped inside your shorts, straight in your panties to feel you getting wet for him.
His entire body suddenly heated up as he felt you. His mouth watered and his cock throbbed with excitement. Xavier got on his knees and pulled down your shorts and underwear, causing you to gasp with surprise.
You turned around to face him, but rather than words, moans came out of your mouth as Xavier's lips made their way between your thighs and his tongue lapped on you.
"F-fuck - Xavier...." Your right hand rested on his head, fingers weaving through his soft hair while your left hand held onto the counter table behind you to keep you stable.
Your legs were shaking and weakening as Xavier eats you out. His tongue was hitting all the right spots since he knows every inch of your body, memorizing where you're most sensitive.
Xavier rubbed himself after pulling down his boxers, already leaking with his own arousal. He kept his eyes on your face, enjoying the expressions you wear as he makes you cry with pleasure.
Last night wasn't enough. Being separated for eleven days made him feel so lonely. So starved.
As your partner at work, he would usually be with you in missions so he didn't need to worry about being separated from you. Your last mission was just one of those rare cases when he was needed elsewhere and couldn't join you.
Now that he has you in front of him, it's hard to contain himself.
You let out a long breath that's a mixture of relief, confusion and disappointment as Xavier withdrew his mouth from your core.
He's finally letting you go.
"We can continue when I get back - ah!"
He carefully picked you up to sit you on the counter table and dove his face back between your thighs to devour you like he's never had you before.
"X-xavier... gonna be late...."
"Hmm?" The vibration caused by his response almost made you come.
"I'm gonna be late..."
He blinked at you with innocent eyes after pulling away from your thighs. "It'll be fine if it's just for a few minutes."
"You...."
How could he look at you like that when he's doing unholy things with his mouth? When he's stroking his dripping cock as he makes you fall apart with his tongue?
You dug your fingers through his hair and arched your back, mewling as you reach your climax. Xavier took one peek at you and wasted no time in moving his tongue faster and deeper into you.
Your toes curled and your hips shuddered as you came on his face.
"Fuck...."
You took a moment to collect yourself, wiping sweat from your forehead.
"That was so... you're so..."
He really had you out of breath and lightheaded.
Xavier licked his lips as he stood back up and brushed the bridge of his nose against yours. "Five more minutes won't hurt, right?"
"What?"
He pushed his hips between your thighs, showing off his cock that's been seeping with pre-cum. Your hand immediately reached out to touch it, running your fingers up and down from the tip to its base.
Xavier's breath hitched from your touch, though he quickly caught your wrist to stop you. Without another word, he took his cock and slowly guided it inside you.
He buried his face against your neck as he started to thrust back and forth, slowly, just for a moment to give you time to get comfortable. Then, he increased his pace and put his hands on your hips to keep you in place as he pounds into you, just as hard as he was doing last night.
You were squeezing him so tightly, he can't help but push himself even deeper. You felt so good, he couldn't find it in him to keep himself under control. He thrusted uncontrollably, grunting quietly with dark, lustful eyes glued to your breasts.
Your nails sank through the skin of his back, feeling like you're drowning with euphoria and needing to grasp something to keep yourself grounded.
Your lips are parted apart, breathing heavily as he slides in and out of you rapidly. Once again, you felt the tingling and clenching sensation by your stomach and hips as you feel yourself coming.
"Xavier...!"
The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed throughout your apartment, not too long before being joined by Xavier's moans as he suddenly came.
He pulled out his cock from you and released on your thighs, only just a few seconds before you finished. Your chest rose up and down while Xavier rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed and catching his breath.
Then, Xavier passionately yet briefly kissed your lips and dropped a soft peck on your each of your hands.
"Have a good day at work, love. Come back soon."
He smiles softly before returning back to your bedroom. He was going back to sleep while you...are probably going to be scolded for arriving late for your meeting.
summary ♡ losing your job takes a serious toll on you and when your roommate’s "co-worker" isn't able to make it for a stream, an unforeseen idea sparks
content ♡ camboy&roommate!valko/reader, livestreamed sex, oral(fem!receiving), p in v (obvi lolll), he calls you pup bc why not
wc ♡ 4.7K (WOWOWOWOW)
a/n ♡ SURPRISEEEE!!! this may not be good, not too much
Trying to find a job was hard.
Trying to find a job while also being unemployed was even harder.
But you swore not to be too hard on yourself when you knew well in your heart that you were trying your best. Doing such a thing served you no justice and only made what was already a stressful experience, even more difficult.
No one anticipates being grouped into their company’s massive layoff, not when they swore that they had been a good little sheep in the communism hamster wheel of meetings, late night projects, and stacks of paperwork. Though with luck almost as bad as a cursed cartoon character, of course life would play out in a way that delivers you such heavy-hearted misfortune.
So, as you step into your apartment, trying your hardest not to breakdown after another shitty interview and realizing that you’ve officially been jobless for nearly five months now, all you can think of is some good food and your bed that you plan to rot in indefinitely.
“You look exhausted,” Valko says to you from where he lounges on the couch. “Another bad day?”
You’ve been disassociating so much the last few weeks that you actually tended to forget that you cohabitated with another person. Rather than being able to sulk in your feelings and waste away from the never-ending disappointment, your roommate wasn’t exactly the kind of man to let you if he had any say.
When you decided to share a space with one of your closest friends, especially one with a personality as out there as his, you figured it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Although it took you a few days to consider his offer, eventually you knew that the benefits were far too great and as time progressed, it proved to be a dynamic going strong for the last three years.
Where you kept to yourself and avoided the unnecessary, he was quick to speak up and make his voice heard. Truly, it was perfect.
You just never anticipated being the one who would be forced to hear it the more your frustrations and grievances became harder to mask.
You kick off your shoes and remove your cardigan in silence, intentionally ignoring him and focusing on whatever commercial that had put a pause to the media he was streaming.
“Am I asking for trouble if I say anything else?” he adds as you plop yourself down on the couch next to him and take a piece of beef jerky from the bag he’s nearly finished with.
“You're so greedy.” He raises a brow and tilts his head with confusion like a lost puppy at your comment.
“You do know that you’re the one eating my snack, don’t you?”
“I thought you didn’t mind sharing with me.”
“I don’t mind. Not at all.” He pauses his wildlife documentary, clearly ready to keep the conversation going and for all of his attention to stay on you. “But you’re the one raiding my stash and calling me names. Then you don’t even say hi. Do I mean nothing to you?”
“You just got this bag this morning and it’s already pretty much gone, dude,” you chuckle. “Greedy, dramatic, and sensitive.”
“You’re pivoting, you know? Not very good at being subtle about it either.”
You didn’t want to talk about it. You really, really didn’t.
You didn’t want to explain what he clearly already knew and didn’t feel like hearing the same reassuring words that weren’t doing anything to ease your constantly racing mind.
Valko leans over and snags the practically empty bag from you and tosses it somewhere out of your reach.
“What the hell is your problem—”
“You’re trying to shut me out again and I’m not letting you do that.”
“Does it kill you to not overstep?”
“That was so damn cheap.”
“How about add nosy to the list while we’re at it.”
“Concerned is more like it,” he corrects. “Why are you pushing yourself so hard when I told you to ease up? You do know that besides being your roommate, I am your friend. And friends don’t let their friends do and experience shit alone. You’re not doing this by yourself and I wish you stopped acting like you are.”
Already, you want to cry. Again.
The tears burn behind your glassy eyes and the uncomfortable tingle in your jaw makes it tick with the urge to let the waterworks flow freely.
Ever since you’ve been trekking through these unexpected hardships, Valko has been covering everything. Rent, groceries, utilities—the whole nine yards. He made you promise to not dip into your savings or to overwork yourself to try compensating for anything he wasn’t expecting of you.
What should’ve been relief had been a nightmare for you ever since.
You’ve always been able to have his back in some way, always have been able to be a dependable counterpart in your two-party pack. But ever since you lost your job, you’ve had to lean on him 100% and never have you ever felt so helpless.
Sure, his job does pay well. Very well, in fact. So much so that necessities and wants for both you and him were expenses he had no qualms about paying.
When he suddenly told you that he planned on seeing what it was like to be a camboy a few years back simply because he had the face and body for it, to say you were stunned was an understatement. At the time, he quite literally said one of his biggest reasons for contemplating such an idea was because he was “bored”. You weren’t one to discourage him if he had the confidence for it either.
Valko’s always been one to try his hand at something if he figured he’d be good at it. Combine that with his carefree-like approach to almost anything he sets his mind to, it shouldn’t be shocking that not only was he right in his assumptions of anticipated success, but he practically became one of the best known in the business what felt like overnight.
Working independently, it wasn’t long before agencies were reaching out and established workers wanted to work with him. Playing his cards right, he chose to remain solo, but when he partnered with the right people and produced the content the fans were begging for, his popularity and finances boosted exceptionally in record time.
To some extent, it’s been a rollercoaster for the both of you. He had to adjust to the recognition and demand while you had to do the same with all the things that could possibly come with the territory of having one of your closest friends be both your living partner and someone who has sex with others on camera.
You felt guilty for your lack of contribution irregardless of the reassurance he gave you and with the sincere look on his face, you were almost certain he could see it.
“We’ve already talked about this, Val.”
“So why does it seem like you still don’t get it?” He sighs, placing his hand on your head and making you turn it to face him instead of the coffee table like you’ve been doing this whole time. “It’s pretty bogus, if you ask me.”
He raises an eyebrow when you sit there silently with such a defiant expression, chuckling at the pouty lips and blank stare.
“Because you don’t get it. You’re not in my position, how could you even?”
“I don’t have to be. I know which one I’m in and I told you what it’s gonna look like until something changes. Nobody’s rushing you around here but you. Funnily enough, you’re the one that doesn’t see that.”
“Oh, you’re sooo inspirational,” you comment sarcastically as you drag out your words. You go to remove his hand from you. Ignoring the truth in his words helps you cope. “Let’s get this one a talk show.”
But he doesn’t let you discard his touch so easily, hand slipping down to the back of your neck to evade your move. He sees the way you tense as much as he can feel it, smiling to himself when your eyes widen and your lips press together.
“Nervous, huh?” Valko’s thumb swipes across your nape gently. “It’s always so easy to mess with you.”
He’s a friend. He’s always been a flirt. Don’t read too much into it.
“You’re so annoying. Get off me.”
“You think just because you’re wallowing in your emotions that I’d let you off easy?”
“Off,” you repeat, trying to shrug him away, but to no avail. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work anyways? Isn’t that guy coming by? Caleb or whatever?”
Valko raises his arms in amused defeat as he follows your stern order. “He cancelled today. Had something come up. I was gonna tell you later.”
Then that meant… “What about the stream you have to do today?”
“I’m still doing it, just by myself. Probably won’t be as fun for everyone since he can’t make it, but I’m nothing if not resourceful.”
If they were truly present in your head, certainly the both of you would’ve been capable of hearing the gears turning.
You stay with the egregious thought for a minute—a long minute, actually.
Valko, a popular and overly loved camboy with copious amounts of supporters. A job where he makes and earns money in real time. Thousands of fans in one stream surely has to equal the same in revenue, at least somewhat.
You don’t have a job.
You need something to not feel so awful.
It’s quick and relatively harmless.
But this is your friend. This will change the dynamic drastically—forever. Maybe he could handle it, it’s just work to him after all. Another day in the “office”. But could you? Do you want to add more turmoil to your already raging flame?
“Can I...” You stop yourself.
Should you really be asking this? Are you ready for something so extreme and sudden? But the opportunity is sitting in your face and begging to be taken.
“Can you what? Don’t give up, I believe in you,” he jests, leaning into you slowly and close to nudging you with his shoulder.
You push him away immediately and ignore his exaggerated look of betrayal. “Could you be serious?”
“If you could finish your sentence, I can think about trying.”
Rolling your eyes and huffing out a shaky breath that he hears too clearly, you muster up the courage. Or whatever this kind of audacity is.
“What if… what if I take his… place?”
The room falls silent. Too silent. For a second, you think you might’ve actually stopped his heart.
“… What the fuck.”
Not what you were hoping to hear, but it’s a fair reaction nonetheless.
“We don’t have to show my face,” you urge. “I don’t want to show it at all, actually. Just hear me—”
“Are you insane? Absolutely not.”
He doesn’t get to shut you down like this. Maybe it’s the adrenaline coming from what you’re genuinely considering or the desire to make some kind of progress in something that’s been so dormant, but if he would just work with you.
“I’ve been feeling like shit for months, Valko!” He freezes at your voice raised so suddenly, gaze flickering between your clenched fists and avoidant eyes. “Maybe it’s just desperation. Maybe this is so irresponsible of me and… and m-maybe I’ll regret it in the future. But I can’t keep sitting here and failing, okay?”
“How many times do I have to tell you—”
Your head shakes immediately to swat away what’s supposed to be uplifting if you’d let him finish.
“I trust you. I trust you get where I’m coming from and why I’m trying to do this.” You move closer to him, trying not to let it sting when he watches you warily like you’re not in your right mind. “If you don’t want to do it with me, I rather you just say that. But… but I can do it. If you let me, Val, I can show you. Please.”
He tries to ignore the way his dick twitches from the softness that claims your tone. His sweatpants feel like they've suddenly shrunk three sizes and are suffocating him. But the way you cling to him, how you beg…
“I don’t want to take advantage of you being in such a vulnerable place, pup. That’s not my style.”
“You aren’t if I’m asking for it. I want… I want to feel like I’m doing something—that I’m helping and that I believe it in my own terms.”
His features soften. He’s always given you everything you wanted. How could he deny you when you come to him like this? Even with his concerns, he can’t ignore the temptation.
“… Nothing’s gonna change about us? You won’t run when it’s done?”
Your head moves side to side, decision firm and resolute. “I promise not to.”
It’s been hours since you had that conversation and only now were your nerves trying to get the best of you when the act itself was this close to happening.
Seeing Valko live and in his element was different from watching behind a screen in secret. Of course you watched him from time to time, it wasn’t abnormal to be curious. How could one not be?
Were you proud to say that you’ve seen your friend’s cock? Or that you’ve seen what he looks like when his strong thighs are covered in his cum? Or how he sounds when he edges himself for over an hour? No, not really. But you’d be lying if you said you regretted seeing or enjoying it.
The minute he started, having you sit beside him and out of view until it came time to do what the both of you were there for, his stream was flooded with donations, comments, and viewers, instantly.
It almost made you nauseous, seeing the number of watchers jump from 0 to 20, 500, then surpassing the thousands faster than you could blink. He gave them that flirtatious banter and cocky energy effortlessly, teasing a few supporters and playfully reprimanding others for their smutty dialogue.
This was easy for him, at least it had become so with time, and it forced you to observe with admiration.
He didn’t even have to do anything different outside of who he is naturally, simply sitting at his desk and staying dressed in the same comfortable attire you found him in after coming home.
There was something about Valko that you could never put your finger on, and that amplified as you paid close attention to the way he interacts with the people who love him and his body.
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“Don’t be mad at me,” he smirks, eyeing the way they urge him to reveal what he’s been holding onto. “But Caleb couldn’t make it tonight.”
You can already sense the kind of reaction he’ll get for telling them something so disappointing when their expectations were so high, but he continues with confidence. Whether it’s in you or him, you can’t tell.
“I’ve got something else you might like. Someone I know I will.”
Valko looks your way and throws you a reassuring wink, tilting his head for you to stand and come to him. Was it wise to read into his words or was all of this “on the clock”?
The camera’s been angled in a way that only shows your body from the chest down, keeping it safely away from revealing your face. Your body is completely covered in goosebumps, and the jitters are buzzing from your fingertips all the way to your toes.
Turning in his chair, he looks in your direction and caresses you from your ass to the back of your thighs. “Pretty, isn’t she?”
It takes everything to not let your knees give out as he feels on you so tenderly, switching from grabbing the flesh of your ass through your shorts to tracing his fingers dangerously close in between your legs.
“We’ll both do good for you tonight, so make sure you let her know how much you appreciate it.” His hand slips up your tank top from the side, making him grin when you twitch. “I think it’s about time we got started."
“When I’m touching you, you focus on me. They’re paying you to feel good, remember that.”
That’s what you try to keep in mind when Valko’s lips connect to the exposed part of your stomach. It’s what he told you after you reassured him for what felt like the hundredth time that you were not changing your mind. Besides safe words and mutual understandings set, he needed you to feel good. He needed you to have fun and he would put in all the effort necessary to ensure that outcome.
So instead of trying to see what his fans think of you, your body, and unexpected appearance, you fixate upon the warmth of his tongue as he leaves sloppy open-mouth kisses on your tummy and the strong arm he keeps wrapped around you so that you can’t slip away from him. You find your back arching the slightest into his affection the more he gives it and that alone was already surreal because of how natural it felt.
Your fingers cling to the soft strands on his head, running them through his scalp as stimulation for his own satisfaction and as a way to keep you grounded. All you have is the dimmed off-white light coming from his computer monitors and the lamp he has lit to see how he almost loses himself in catering to your torso alone. With you being so reactive to how he nips at your soft spots to make you whine and hiss with pleasure, he could see himself staying there for a very long time.
“Val… p-please” you whisper through a gentle moan when he hums against you in acknowledgment to the sounds you make in response the sensations.
“Don’t be impatient.” It’s ironic for him to taunt you this way when he says that with his sentence muffled since he won’t pull away. “Savoring my treats is what I do.”
He goes for your bottoms next, hooking his thumbs into them and slowly tugging them down whilst seemingly trying to leave an imprint of his lips on your skin.
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The automated voice reading out the note attached to the gift makes Valko laugh and sends vibrations through you.
“Everyone’s just as eager as I am.” He looks into your lust-filled eyes, searching for approval and making a silent promise. Your quick and little nod is what he needs before pulling them down your legs completely and following them to the floor as he removes himself from the chair and falls to his knees.
He has your leg hooked over his shoulder fast, burying his entire face in your pussy as if he’ll die now if he doesn’t inhale you deeply from the source. You have to regain focus quickly and brace your palms to his broad shoulders as he pulls a hearty cry of pleasure from your unexplored depths.
The sounds of him licking and sucking you in such a place, feeling him groan and lap you up as if he’s been stranded in a desert—right here and right now, he owned you.
Donations were coming in waves as you looked out the corner of your eye through hazy vision. Watching your friend taste you like this for thousands to see… you wanted more. The way his jaw moved and how the muscle in it jumped the harder he worked to consume you was intoxicatingly addictive.
“I’m gonna… w-wait. Hold on…!” You try warning him, but your pitched cries and nails digging into his skin is his reason.
Valko sucks your clit into his mouth the more you squirm, focusing all his attention on the swollen bud that pulses against his tongue as his mouth is flooded with your sweetness. He then widens and flattens the muscle along the slit of your puffy cunt, forcing you to nearly hunch over from the dizziness of his overwhelming gluttony.
You can’t utter another word when the tip of his tongue slips into your quivering hole. That and his nose nudging against you is what has the expert holding you by the ass to keep you rooted on his greedy mouth that sucks you dry when your orgasm confiscates all your senses.
You’ve never wailed from such a thing this loud in your life—ever.
“Even better than I expected.” You can’t tell if the glow on his face is from your slick or the fact that he’s thriving off your essence. It’s like he’s almost in disbelief himself. “Fuck, I’m so hard.”
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“What a coincidence. So do I.” Even breathless and covered in you, he’s still so cheeky.
He presses another kiss to his new favorite place, leaving a trail as he begins to stand. Your shirt rises with him until it’s off completely and a nipple is claimed by him immediately.
“Ah—Hold… Mmph, Valko, that’s s-so…” You’re incoherent now and leaving you speechless has become his guilty pleasure.
His cock brushes up against you and you feel just how much he’s been holding back. Taking his time to tend to you, to relax your mind and body to be ready for both him and this experience, you realize now you could never repay him for something of this magnitude. But, you’d be a liar to say you’d never try.
With newfound boldness, you snake a hand past his elastic waistband and into his pants. As soon as your hand wraps around his cock, you give all the attention to his leaking tip that now creates the same mess in your palm as it’s done all over him.
“Trying to kill me?” he rasps, nose buried in your neck as if your scent will keep him from truly collapsing. “Goddamn, y-you… shit, that's good..”
You look at the screen again and this time he does the same to see what everyone else does. His cum just barely seeps through his pants and the motion of your hand taking care of him underneath sends shivers down his spine.
Your tits glisten with his saliva and having your naked body on display for so many to see yet it only being for him to touch and feel is a reality he can’t quite believe, but he yearns to stay there.
“Not like this.” Although they can’t see your face, it’s clear to everyone when he claims your lips. The taste of yourself flooding your senses and his eagerness to make you savor both it and him, were dizzying. His teeth tugging on them and licking away the dull ache until he pulled away only left you craving more.
Valko takes your hand, bringing you close as he sits in the same chair that he was before everything began. His cock stands tall, thick, and completely flushed in the prettiest pink. He strokes himself a few times while his other hand fondles one of your tits, then flicks a nipple with his thumb while teasing his slit with his other. Only when precum beads and slowly falls down the side of his length does he guide you to stand in between his legs.
“Ready when you are.” Sitting back and waiting for you to make the next move, Valko leaves the ball in your court.
His hands know what to do as you climb into his lap with no hesitation. He looks over your shoulder to see how erotic it truly is and if he were a viewer, he could see himself going bankrupt if it allowed him to witness you spread out with a dick primed and ready to slide into you.
“H-help me,” you plead shakily, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him with an unrelenting embrace. He kisses your shoulder and runs a hand down your back almost lovingly.
“Lift your hips,” he murmurs, placing a kiss below your ear.
The donations were still coming is droves as he grabs his cock and lines it up with your dripping entrance. Valko teases everyone including himself, pushing pass your pussy lips but not fully sinking into your warmth. Rather than continuing to wait impatiently, you work your body to meet him and guide yourself down with an unspoken eagerness.
“That’s it, pup,” he coos, teeth gritting the more your pussy swallows him inside and shapes around his dick to the hilt. “Let them see you take it in good since you can’t wait. Easy… there you go, you’ve got it.”
Your uneven breath fans against his ear and your cunt clenches around him over and over like an unforgiving vice. He takes the lead for you now, his large hands grabbing you by the hips then snaking down to the underside of your thighs.
The first stroke was capable of turning him into a pussy drunk fool. Thousands watch how your juices coat his cock and his cum being dragged down to form a creamy ring at his base.
“More,” you mewl. “Keep—nngh, g-going, Val…”
He couldn’t give a damn about who was watching at that point. In fact, he couldn’t say that he ever did after you graced him with a chance to have you like this.
You’ve always been on his radar yet something he considered untouchable. He respects you, values the things that you say, do, and think. Rejection wasn’t what deterred him from trying but the potential for you to demand any kind of separation, did.
Now that he’s had a taste, good luck trying to act like he’ll never want it again.
Valko grabbed you as securely as he could before he began drilling into you from beneath, his heavy balls slapping against you every time you sunk all the way down. Every viewer was bound to be staring at how you fucked yourself on him and attentively listened to the sounds of both of your ragged breaths and desperate yet filthy panting.
“So damn tight,” he praises, licking the outer shell of your ear and grabbing you harder with promises of marks that you’ll undoubtedly be embarrassed to look at once your high subsides. You were ridiculously soaked for him, and it just wouldn’t stop. Obscene squelches and constantly meeting skin slickened with sweat echoing in his bedroom was enough to prove the heights of your arousal if the visual alone wasn’t enough.
daydreaminlongevity ~ Donated 1000 Chocos - cum in her. don’t waste it
“It’s okay.” Your pussy tightens around him again with anticipation. “I want it… I can take it.”
He brings you in closer as he feels his orgasm coming quicker than he expected it to. His muscles bulge when he envelops you in his embrace, keeping the same breath-stealing momentum as your voice and body shakes uncontrollably from his lack of control.
All it takes is four more deep thrusts before you’re collapsing onto him from exhaustion and feeling the rush of his cum spill into you. You’re held down so that as much as possible stays inside your sensitive cunt, and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck until the rush washes over.
More people than you could imagine are watching how your thighs shake and your pussy quivers around him. They can see how he raises you just enough to display how his cum overflows and spills out. You both were a mess and all they wanted was more.
*************** ~ Donated 2000 Chocos - again again again
********* ~ Donated 1200 Chocos - eat it out of her
****** ~ Donated 3000 Chocos - can we get a different angle?? i wanna see her better
All the automated messages flowing in has your body on fire more than it already was.
“Seems like I’ve got competition.” Valko’s hand outlines the curves of your body as he lets you rest. “You hear how much they love you, pup?”
You nod. “Again. I wanna go again, too.”
How could he not fulfill such a request? This time though, he planned to show you firsthand for why he was so highly favored.
Could you keep up?
a/n: i was sitting on this for daaays 😭 and i dunno if it’s actually any good.. but i didn’t wanna say anything in case i didn’t finish it lmfaooo BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, MY CUTIES!!!
creds to @/angeliicide for the bratz dividers & @/astroyosei for the lily divider!!
contains: dry humping & some domesticity. that's it that's all ^.^
wc: 1.9K (idk how i did that)
i did proofread, but yk... ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜
so easy to fall in love ♡
“saturday? yeah, i got it. well, tell auntie that we’ll try our best to be there, but i can’t make any promises.”
your eyebrows furrow and your lips morph into a curious pout as you zone in on the tail end of your boyfriend’s phone call. the movie you had been streaming immediately became unimportant with the brief mention of his family claiming your full attention instead.
likely referring to another impromptu get-together that they’re clearly asking for you both to attend, you were itching to learn the details of it over the plot of a film you admittedly had little interest in before you even pressed play. the fact that the volume hadn’t made it past ten should’ve been enough to emphasize its insignificance.
“doesn’t matter to me, but i’ll ask her and see what she thinks.” valko exhales with a hum of approval in acknowledgment to whatever else his cousin was relaying, leaning back and tilting his head so that his temple can rest comfortably against your knee. with the warmth of him against you and the soft caress of his fingers along and around your ankle, little moments like these made you cherish having a man so mindlessly affectionate.
to call your boyfriend clingy was an understatement, but it was something about him that you’d never trade for anything in the world. the moment you welcomed him into your life with open arms and kissed him sweetly when he confidently asked you with the silliest smile to be his girl forever, you knew what kind of relationship it was bound to be.
to this day, it didn’t matter if he had important phone calls, intricate things to study up on, or confidential documents to overlook and analyze. one thing for certain was that he would always do any and all of it wherever you were if he could.
ten minutes go by before he’s finally sitting up and removing the earbuds from his ears and the whole headset from around his neck. whatever work he had been click-clacking away at for the last two hours after taking a shower and having dinner was disregarded when he shuts the screen of his laptop and turned to look up at you holding the cute wolf plushie he’d won for you a couple months back.
“everything okay?” you ask him softly as he faces you completely, reaching out to gently rake your fingernails through the soft and now fully dried hair right behind his ear.
getting to watch that handsome face of his fall completely relaxed and content was truly a sacred experience. his immediate submission is something you frequently tease him for when compared to his cocky demeanor, but you both knew you’d never hear the end of it should you stop for any reason.
“yeah, it’s all good. random brunch for the third time this month over the weekend. you up for it? by all means, say no if you prefer to just chill with the love of your life or whatever.”
“you and your family are just too cute. once again, i’m reminded where you get all that audacity from.”
valko grins at the giggle you can’t contain, continuing to explore the softness of your skin as you both doted on the other silently. settling between your legs while he sits on the floor was on the top of his list of his preferred kind of intimacy. “but you know i’m down if you are. i go where you go. i mean duhhh, that’s how we always move. like a pack, right?”
he leans deeper into your touch, eyes nearly falling shut completely from the euphoria he gets out of the way you love on him with one of the things he classifies as a guilty pleasure. truthfully, he wasn’t secretive about such an obsession at all, but what was known didn’t always need to be said out loud. unless used against him, of course.
“didn’t even give you any info on it yet and you’re already so eager to follow me like a good little pup, huh?”
“oh, i’m the eager one?” the protest ready to fall from his lips is first expressed in the pinch of his brows when your hand slips away from the stimulation being given to one of his favorite spots. his expressions had the tendency to give away any thoughts before he could say a word. it’s why he always says you read him better than any book he’s ever laid his eyes on.
“what the fuc—”
“watch it,” you warn playfully. whatever was to be said is swallowed down when the pads of your fingertips begin tracing the defined outline of his jawline before resting on the underside of his chin. “so quick to start with me. aren’t you supposed to be my good boy?”
valko takes your lighthearted taunting as a challenge, grasping you by the wrist and bringing it up to his nose to inhale your addictive scent and the faint aroma of your perfume.
“aren’t i always?”
“you have your moments. i’ve gotta say though, obedience looks super sexy on you.”
“hm. i bet it does.” his grin brings out the subtle dimples in his cheeks. “is it my turn to make a move now?”
he’s pulling you off the couch and on top of him before you’re capable of offering a response to his vague request. the two of you are caught in a laughing fit all the way down until his back hits the plush rug and you’re settled in his lap.
the chuckles are interrupted when you feel his not-so-little friend prodding at you for some kind of attention.
“oh, you perv.”
“perv? that’s not a nice thing to say to the man of your dreams, now is it?” he’s slipping his hands beneath your shorts as his palms slide up the outside of your thighs. “i just consider this instinctual. others would say natural. can’t blame me for what i can’t control.”
the heaviness of his hardening cock pressing into you from below had a steadily increasing heartbeat thumping in your panties. from the soft look he sports with his glasses, the oversized red sweater you got him last christmas, and the dark gray sweats doing nothing to conceal what you were quickly becoming unashamedly desperate for, no way were you getting off of him without some kind of relief.
valko watches you closely as you raise said sweater to sit below his chin, revealing the big, strong, and sculpted body that you’ve fallen helplessly head over heels for. he was hard where you were soft, and it was opposites like that that made you fit so well.
“would you look at that. and i’m the one being labeled a pervert. baby, i think we’re mixing things up.”
“can’t i admire my boyfriend? isn’t this natural?”
it’s almost like his eyes shine when you use his own words against him.
“‘course you can. in fact, you better. but…” he sniffs up at the air four times, a smug grin taking over his lips. “i’m sensing that admiration isn’t the only thing you’ve got planned in that big head of yours.”
“fuck off,” you laugh, pinching his nose. “and don’t act so tough.”
with one slow upward motion of your hips, the thickness pulsing against you seems to swell even bigger than before. his teeth tuck his bottom lip into his mouth from the sensation and his hold on your hips deepens, nails biting deliciously at your flesh. “admiration isn’t enough for you anyways.”
your lips fall to his quickly, tongues battling for a dominance you know he’d fight tooth and nail to be the one to conquer. but he throughly enjoys a biting prey and it’s why he loves you.
his hands are sliding out the fabric of your sleepwear to find purchase on other parts of your body the more heated your sensual exchange becomes. as he licks at the roof of your mouth and tries his hardest to devour you whole, you’re embraced by his large hands grabbing at you like the greedy beast he’s proud to be.
it’s when he makes his way back to your hips that you both know this wouldn’t last long. and when he starts to frantically guide you to grind against him faster, holding you down to feel him through the few layers of clothes that’s causing separation, instinctively you knew that it was in your best interest to prepare yourself for the more he was going to give soon after this.
“you’re not… hah—wearing underwear…” you breathe against his mouth glistening with your shared saliva. you’re quick to take off his glasses from the growing frustration of them getting in your way of being closer, discarding them towards the plush cushions with fingers crossed for a safe landing.
“aren’t you smart.” the teasing inflection in his tone and the deepness of his voice has your cunt throbbing to the point of growing uncomfortable.
your clit continues to ache the more you move with him, nipples grazing underneath your top and begging to be sucked into his mouth.
“sit up,” he says breathlessly with another sloppy kiss to your partially swollen lips.
he keeps you moving on his cock as you rise, lustful gaze focused on the way your shorts ride up your thighs and cling to your pussy from how taut he’s got them pulled to increase the friction. the outline of his dick moving against it back and forth, trying its best to nestle in between—the visual alone has him bucking up and trying to make that a reality.
valko’s hands slide up the sides of your torso and his thumbs delicately play with your peaked nipples beneath your t-shirt.
“val,” you whine, resting your hand on his chest to keep you steady as you try your hardest to not lose your shit from the sensitivity taking over everywhere. “w-want it inside. want it so bad…”
“you open that pretty mouth for everything else.” he flicks them this time to make you tense and for tears to damn near overfill both your waterlines. “should’ve just said how much you wanted to be fucked way sooner, pup. saves us so much time.”
but you can’t wait for that now, not when you’re so close. the lone idea of stopping was aggravating enough.
your head falls back from the insatiable manner in which you chase your high, using his body to the highest degree to help get you there.
“you smell so sweet,” he coos through a husky moan. “mm. you’ll let me taste it later? it’s not good to be stingy.”
“right t-there,” you mewl, pressing your lips together before your vision practically blurs and and has you seeing dots. your orgasm is cataclysmic, and valko keeps your momentum going despite the clear overstimulation you’re experiencing. hearing you sing for him like this and watching you fall apart was worth your little hits of retaliation later.
he’s not far behind you either, thick spurts of sticky cum making a complete mess in his pants soon after you cave and quickly seeps through the material to add to the wet spot in between your legs.
both of you sit breathless with the sound of your forgotten movie still playing and being the only thing to fill the silence.
“you can taste it if i can taste you, too.”
“a deal?” he raises an eyebrow as if he’s open to negations. “other than the obvious, what’s really in it for me?”
of course he never misses an opportunity to play coy.
“keep making me feel good…” your thumb swipes along his bottom lip. “and maybe you’ll find out. or are you too scared?”
you sure were bold to offer up another challenge like this. and he could show you better than he could promise that this time, he wouldn’t go easy.
a/n: ofc i haaaddd to write about that picture. i’m so obsessed with it. like i was genuinely imagining this…. i almost felt it—AND, i know we can’t really tell if he’s ooc or not but if you think he’s ooc… DON’T TELL ME!!!!!!! valko baby, you’re ALIVE over here. they can’t take you from me. i hope you enjoyed, my cuties. MWAH MWAH!!!
♡︎ synopsis: Jet-lagged and wide awake long past midnight, you let Valko invite himself over to keep you company. What starts as a friendly, playful hangout slowly turns into something much more intimate.
♡︎ pairing: Valko x fem!reader
♡︎ tags: friends to lovers, making out, dry humping, use of 'sweetheart' 'baby' 'pretty girl', cowgirl, creampie ofc
♡︎ word count: 8k
♡︎ a/n: After the announcement we got last week, I ofc had to write something for Valko. I hope you like how I wrote him.
It took me over 8 hours to edit this fic, so if you don't like something or if there are any errors, I don't wanna know <3
♡︎ I wanna thank @unintentionalseductress for helping, and my beta reader its-de who doesn't have an account anymore (🙄).
divider by @anitalenia
The glow of the television washes the living room in soft, shifting light, some familiar comfort show murmuring in the background as you sink deeper into the corner of the sofa. The apartment still carries that faint in-between feeling that always follows a trip, your half-unpacked suitcase sitting by the wall, your carry-on slouched near the entryway. You scroll through Moments without really seeing much of it, your thumb moving on autopilot as photos and captions blur together, and when your eyes flick to the time in the corner of the screen, a quiet sigh leaves you – it’s past midnight. You only got back yesterday, but it annoys you that your body still refuses to remember what time zone it belongs to.
With a small frown, you toss your phone beside you, only to reach for it again a few seconds later. Sleep feels nowhere near, but so does doing anything useful. Your gaze drifts back to the screen, catching on the photo you posted from the trip a few hours ago. For a moment, you just stare at it, thumb hovering near the comments before you see a new notification at the top of your screen, and your breath catches.
Valko.
You stare at his name for a second before tapping on the message, your pulse giving one traitorous flutter as the chat opens.
‘Why are you still up??’
Your finger lingers above the keyboard, a smile already tugging at your lips, before you type back.
‘Why are you up?’
His reply comes quickly.
‘I asked you first.’
A quiet laugh slips out of you.
You shift further into the corner of the sofa, glancing toward the television even though you are no longer paying attention to whatever scene is playing out on the screen.
‘I’m still a little jet-lagged. Can’t sleep.’
For a few seconds, nothing happens.
Your thumb brushes the edge of your phone as you stare at the screen, suddenly wondering whether that sounded too flat. Maybe you should have added something else. Maybe –
Another message appears.
‘Then can I come over and keep you company?’
You sit up so quickly the blanket pooled over your legs slips halfway to the floor.
For a moment, you can only stare at the words – it’s such a simple message, but the thought of Valko here, in your apartment, at this hour, sends a rush through you that makes it impossible to stay curled up on the sofa like nothing happened.
You try to sound casual as you type back.
‘Sure.’
His answer appears almost immediately.
‘I’ll be there in twenty.’
Your eyes widen.
Twenty?
You glance down at yourself, at the pajamas you changed into after your shower. You push yourself off the sofa, hurrying to the bathroom to make yourself more presentable.
By the time you step back into the living room, changed into your new loungewear – an oversized sweater and a pair of shorts – and a light layer of makeup, your heartbeat has still not quite calmed down.
And then you nearly jump out of your skin.
There, just beyond the glass, Valko is already waiting outside on the balcony.
Your hand flies to your chest before you let out a quiet breath, your nerves settling almost as quickly as they spiked. What did you expect? Of course he used the balcony again, like it is a perfectly normal substitute for a front door.
You step closer and slide the door open. Before he can even get a word out, you point toward the entryway and try your best to sound serious.
“You need to immediately take off your shoes and put them by the front door like any other normal person would.”
A grin pulls at his mouth, and a soft chuckle slips from him as he steps inside. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” you say, with as much dignity as you can manage, even though you already feel far too giddy to properly stay in character. “Those are the rules.”
He does exactly as he’s told, walking over to the front door to slip off his shoes and leave them neatly where they should be.
You don’t really get a chance to say anything before he closes the distance between you and pulls you into a hug.
It’s warm and almost a little too tight, the kind of hug that steals your breath for a second, but you don’t care, not when his arms are around you like this. You tuck your face against his chest, breathing him in, and something in your chest loosens.
You missed this. Two weeks wasn’t even that long, but the moment his arms close around you, it hits you how much you’d been craving this exact feeling. The solid warmth of his body, the way he hugs like he means it, the faint familiar scent of his skin.
You squeeze him a little tighter, hoping he can’t feel how reluctant you are to let go.
“I missed you,” he murmurs against the top of your head.
A smile presses against his chest.
“I’m happy to hear that,” you say softly.
His arms loosen just enough for him to pull back and look at you, though his hands still linger at your waist.
“Only happy to hear that?” he asks, head tilting just a little. “You didn’t miss me at all?”
Your heart gives another hard, hopeless thud.
With the way he is looking at you, warm and teasing and still standing too close, it’s hard to hold onto any version of coolness for very long. So you say nothing, only glance away as if that will somehow hide the fact that your pulse is stumbling all over itself.
When he finally lets you go, the loss of his warmth feels immediate. His gaze flickers over you. It’s brief, almost nothing at all, but you catch it anyway – the quick dip of his eyes, the split-second pause that lingers just a touch too long before he looks back up.
Heat stirs low in your stomach.
If he noticed the bare stretch of your legs beneath the sweater, he does not say it.
Then his gaze drifts past you, over the living room.
You follow it, and only then do you properly take in the small signs of the last two days still scattered around the apartment. It’s not a mess, but it’s enough to make you realize, with a small jolt of horror, that while you had been busy changing, fixing your face, and deciding whether those shorts were too much, it had not once occurred to you to make the place look more presentable.
Valko glances back at you, amusement already tugging at his mouth. “You really made yourself at home.”
You stare at him.
Then at the open suitcase, then back at him.
“I – ” You stop, because there is truly no dignified recovery from this. “I just got back.”
His laugh is soft and boyish, bright with amusement, and before you can fumble your way into a proper defense, his hand comes up to rest lightly on your shoulder.
“I’m teasing,” he says. “Relax.”
Something in your chest loosens at once, though the embarrassment still lingers warm at your cheeks.
“You’re annoying,” you mutter, without much conviction.
He only grins and walks past you toward the sofa, entirely too pleased with himself, and drops down onto it, one arm spreading along the backrest.
You stand there for a second, trying not to think about the fact that he’s in your apartment, at almost one in the morning. Instead of sitting down beside him, you linger on your feet and start folding the few clothes left draped over the armchair, because you need something to do with your hands.
For a little while, the conversation comes easily – you ask him what he was doing up so late, and he tells you he got caught up researching something and lost track of time, and then he asks you how the trip was. As you smooth one of the shirts between your hands, you tell him that it was beautiful, that you enjoyed it more than you expected, that you and your friends managed to explore a few cities in between all the wedding preparations, though by the end of it you were exhausted from helping with everything. Even so, you admit that it had been worth it, because seeing your friend that happy, that deeply in love, had made all of it feel strangely tender and a little overwhelming in the best way.
The words trail off there for a second, because the memory rises too clearly, your friend smiling through tears, music drifting through warm evening air, the soft gold of the lights, the feeling of standing just outside someone else’s happiness and being moved by it anyway. You pause with the folded fabric still in your hands. When you look up, Valko is already watching you in that way of his that makes it seem like he notices more than he lets on.
So you shake yourself out of it before the moment can linger too long, and with a softer laugh, you steer the conversation somewhere lighter, telling him that the food alone had probably been worth the trip, and that you would have enjoyed it even more if you had not managed to spill some of it on your dress before the night was over.
“That’s a shame,” he says. “You looked beautiful.”
A soft flutter moves through your stomach, and for a brief second, you remember the small rush of giddiness you felt earlier when the notification popped up and you saw that he had liked the photo. Heat rise to your cheeks. “Thank you,” you murmur.
You clear your throat softly and glance toward the suitcase.
“Oh, right,” you say. “I almost forgot.”
His brows lift a little as you cross the room and crouch beside the half-open case, pushing aside a few last things until your fingers find what you had tucked in carefully. When you straighten again, you are holding a small sachet of dried flowers and a box of chocolates.
Valko watches you come back toward him, his expression shifting into mild confusion. “What’s that?”
You stop in front of him and hold the two things out. “A gift for you,” you say, “The flowers are from a little shop near where we stayed,” you explain. “They smelled really good, and they made me think of you. And the chocolates are from a local chocolaterie.”
A quiet breath leaves him, almost like a laugh, though there is something more touched than amused in it.
“That’s... really nice of you,” he says. “Thank you.”
You shrug. “It’s nothing.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not nothing.”
Before you can answer, he reaches for you.
His hand catches your wrist gently and tugs you closer, and the next thing you know, you are half stumbling onto the sofa as he pulls you down beside him and gathers you into another hug, and a startled little laugh slips out of you.
His cheek brushes your temple, and then his lips do too. “You’re sweet,” he murmurs.
For a moment, you simply let yourself stay there, tucked against him on the sofa.
“So,” he says, leaning back, “are you feeling sleepy yet?”
You shake your head. “Not at all. I’m wide awake.”
His gaze lifts toward the digital clock on the wall, and the faint crease that appears between his brows makes you want to laugh a little. “It’s past one,” he says, glancing back at you. “That’s a problem.”
You tilt your head. “Is it?”
“Yes,” he says, with enough seriousness to make the corners of your mouth twitch. “It is. We need to get you to sleep.”
Your lips pull into a small pout. “But you said you wanted to keep me company.”
His expression softens with amusement. “I do want to keep you company, but you should really get your sleep sorted out.”
The pout lingers, growing just enough to make him narrow his eyes at you like he already knows you are about to be difficult on purpose.
“So you said you missed me, and now you’re trying to get me to go to sleep. Rude.”
Valko looks ready to answer right away, but then he stops. His mouth closes again, and something shifts in his expression – a glint of mischief appears in his eyes so suddenly and so familiarly that you know you’re in trouble.
“Oh,” he says slowly, his grin beginning to spread, “so that’s what this is?”
Heat starts rising before you even know where he is going with it.
“Are you saying you missed me too?” His smile widens. “You just want to spend more time with me. Is that what you’re saying?”
Your whole face goes hot.
For a moment, you can only stare at him, feeling the burn spread across your cheeks as your mouth opens and closes once, then again, with absolutely nothing useful coming out. Valko’s grin only widens at your silence, clearly delighted with himself, and before he can say anything worse, you reach up and grab his cheeks between your fingers, squishing them without mercy.
“Ow, ow, ow,” he protests, though the laugh in his voice ruins any real attempt at sounding injured. “No need for violence!”
You let go, trying to look far less flustered than you feel, while he rubs at his cheeks with both hands and gives you a faint little pout that does nothing to make him less smug.
“Well,” you say, refusing to let him have the last word so easily, “you’re awake at this hour too, so why don’t you go to sleep?”
He leans back into the sofa, still rubbing one cheek as if you have truly wounded him, and lets out a thoughtful hum. “You know,” he says after a moment, “you’re right. The research I was doing didn’t help. My brain is still working through it, so I should probably try to relax too.”
His gaze drifts around the apartment then, over the sofa, the blankets, the cushions, and when he looks back at you, there is something almost casual in the way he says, “I can stay here, if you want. I can sleep over and take the sofa. Your apartment is cozy, after all.”
Your heart gives a quick, sudden flutter.
Then he pauses, glances toward the half-open suitcase by the wall, and adds with a grin, “Even with all this mess around.”
You smack his shoulder and he only laughs, like he had been waiting for exactly that reaction.
“Well,” you say, trying, and failing, to hide your smile, “if you think the sofa will be comfortable enough, then sure. You can stay over.”
Before he can find something else to tease you about, you pat your hands against your thighs and start to stand up. “Okay, then,” you say sweetly, already turning away. “Goodnight.”
Valko’s hand catches your waist before you get more than halfway up, stopping you without any real effort. A soft, amused laugh escapes him, like he knows exactly what you’re doing.
“No, no, no,” he says, gently pulling you back down beside him. “Now we both have to help each other fall asleep.”
You glance at him, unable to keep your smile from slipping through. “Oh, so that’s how it is?”
“That’s exactly how it is.”
Valko grabs the blanket you’d been using and spreads it over both of you. “We can watch whatever you had on,” he says, nodding toward the TV.
You settle deeper into the sofa, close enough that your knee brushes his beneath the blanket. For a while, neither of you says much. Then, slowly, his arm slips along the back of the sofa and curls around your shoulders, drawing you gently against his side – and you can’t help but lean into him.
At one point, you see him nuzzle lightly into the blanket – that sweet, familiar habit of his that always made you smile.
The episode plays on. A few small comments pass between you, easy and low, but gradually his body grows heavier against yours. His head tips until it rests lightly on top of yours, and his breathing slows into deep, even breaths.
You go still, listening.
A smile tugs at your lips when you carefully tilt your head to glance up at him.
His eyes are closed.
So much for his very serious plan.
Carefully, so you do not jostle him too much, you lift a hand and give his arm a small nudge. “Hey,” you murmur. “You’re gonna hurt your neck like that.”
He makes a soft sound first, then shifts against you, his cheek brushing against your hair before his eyes crack open only halfway. There is a moment where he looks thoroughly confused, caught between sleep and waking, and then his brows draw together faintly as if he is trying to remember where he is.
“Hey…” he mumbles, voice drowsy. “I’m supposed to be the one helping you sleep.”
“You’re doing a terrible job,” you whisper back, smiling as you say it.
He exhales a sleepy, half-formed laugh and instead of pulling away, sinks closer, his arm tightening around you.
You stay quiet for a moment, letting the comfortable silence settle between you. Then Valko’s voice breaks it, barely more than a murmur when he asks, “Did you miss me?”
The question is simple, stripped of any teasing. For a second, you just look at him – at his sleepy face, at the hopeful, searching look in his eyes.
“Yes,” you say softly. “I did.”
His arm tightens just slightly around you.
“I was really happy to see you tonight,” you add after a moment. “I know it was only two weeks, but it felt longer than that. And with everything getting busy again soon...” You trail off, then glance up at him. “I just wanted a little more time with you, I guess.”
Valko is quiet for a moment, his thumb brushing slowly against your side. Then he shifts slightly, turning more toward you. His gaze drops to your lips for a heartbeat before returning to your eyes, and the air between you feels suddenly heavier, sweeter.
His other hand lifts slowly, and when it settles against your upper back, the touch sends a small shiver through you. Then his hand slides higher, fingers spreading gently at the back of your head, cradling you there. You feel yourself drift closer, and he does the same.
Then his lips press against yours.
The kiss is soft and warm and careful. You melt into him. One of your hands holds onto the fabric of his hoodie, your body pressing closer of its own accord as happiness blooms through you so suddenly and so completely it almost feels unreal.
When your lips part, neither of you moves far.
Then he looks at you again, his gaze is softer than before but clearer too.
“I like you too much to pretend this is nothing,” he says, his voice soft and unguarded. He holds your gaze for another second. “Tell me if this is what you want too.”
Your answer comes easily. “I do.”
A small smile touches his mouth, sweet and a little disbelieving.
Then you lean in and kiss him again.
The hand at the back of your neck stays steady as he kisses you, and when your fingers slide from his chest to curl around the back of his neck, his breath catches softly against your mouth.
His mouth parts against yours, and when your tongues meet, the sensation is warm, slow, and so intimate it makes a deep shiver run through you. The slide is unhurried at first – soft, wet strokes that make heat bloom low in your belly. His tongue brushes against yours in ways that make your toes curl and your thoughts melt away. Then he gently catches your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a soft, teasing nibble before soothing it with another slow pass of his tongue.
You make a small, helpless sound into his mouth, pressing closer, and he answers with a low hum that vibrates through you. The kiss grows deeper, more consuming, but never rushed – every stroke of his tongue leaves you dizzy, aching in the best way, your body melting even further into his hold.
When the kiss finally breaks, you stay curled against him, forehead resting lightly against his, your breaths still uneven.
Neither of you moves for a long moment.
Then you pull back to look at him. “The sofa’s not that comfortable. You can… sleep in the bed with me. If you want.”
His eyes soften, that small smile returning. “I’d like that. A lot.”
While he heads to the bathroom, you slip into your bedroom and freeze for a second. The bed is still a mess from earlier – clothes scattered everywhere from when you’d frantically tried on different loungewear before he arrived – your cheeks burn at the evidence of how much you’d wanted to look nice for him.
You move fast, scooping everything up in armfuls and jamming the pile into your closet. Then you quickly change into your own pajamas: a loose shirt and flowy shorts. From the back of your closet, you pull out the biggest oversized t-shirt you own, with a goofy graphic and a band’s name splashed across the front.
By the time Valko returns from the bathroom, you’re already settled on the now-tidied bed, heart fluttering.
You hold the oversized shirt out to him. “Here. It’s the biggest one I have.”
He takes it from you, eyes crinkling with amusement as he reads the front. “Nice choice,” he teases. “Didn’t know you were a fan.”
You roll your eyes. “Shut up and just put it on.”
Instead of stepping out, Valko stays right there in front of you. With that easy confidence of his, he reaches back and tugs the hoodie off in one smooth motion. The movement pulls his t-shirt up slightly underneath, revealing a glimpse of his toned stomach and the sharp cut of his hips before the fabric falls back into place. He peels that off too, and for a moment you forget how to breathe.
Broad shoulders, the hard strength of his arms and chest that you’ve felt against you so many times, now fully on display in the soft glow of your bedroom lamp. Your gaze traces the lines of his body before you can stop yourself, lingering on the way his muscles shift as he unfolds the oversized shirt, then dipping lower to the faint trail of hair on his lower stomach.
Then he unbuttons his jeans.
The soft sound of the zipper feels impossibly loud in the quiet room. He pushes them down his hips and steps out of them, leaving him in just his boxers. The fabric clings to the firm lines of his thighs and the unmistakable outline underneath, and your face burns. You know you should look away, but you can’t.
Valko catches you staring.
A knowing smile curves his mouth, “Enjoying the show?”
You immediately avert your gaze. “No.”
You turn off the last light and climb into bed.
He chuckles softly and finally pulls the t-shirt over his head. A moment later he joins you, pulling the blanket over both of you as he settles on his side facing you.
For a second, you just look at each other in the low glow of moonlight from the window. Then he reaches out, sliding an arm around your waist and drawing you closer until your bodies press together again.
“You okay?” he asks softly, the same careful warmth in his voice from earlier.
You nod, tucking your face against his chest, breathing him in. “Yeah.”
He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head… then another to your forehead… then, when you tilt your face up, to your lips.
This kiss starts slow and sweet, like the first one, but the closeness of the bed changes everything. Your hands find his chest again, sliding over the soft, worn fabric of your own shirt on him. He tastes like toothpaste, and the warmth of his body pressed against yours under the covers makes your head spin. One of your hands drifts up to the back of his neck, fingers threading gently into his hair, while his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you even closer until your legs tangle together.
A soft sound escapes you when his hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, palm warm and broad against the bare skin of your lower back. The touch is gentle, almost reverent, but it sends a slow shiver through you all the same. He pauses there, thumb stroking small circles against your spine, as if checking whether you want him to stop.
When you press closer instead, he lets his hand explore further, sliding up the curve of your back, mapping the warmth of your skin like he’s been wanting to do this for just as long as you have.
The kiss breaks only so you can both catch your breath, but his mouth doesn’t go far. He trails soft, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, then lower to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. When his teeth graze there lightly, your breath hitches.
“Still okay?” he whispers, voice husky now, lips brushing your skin with every word.
“Yes,” you manage, a little breathless. “Don’t stop.”
Valko makes a low, pleased sound deep in his chest. His hands slide to your waist, and with gentle strength he rolls you both over so you’re on top. He helps you settle, guiding your legs until you’re straddling his hips.
For a moment you brace yourself on your hands, hovering just slightly above him. Your heart is racing – nervous, excited, and suddenly worried about settling your full weight on top of him.
Valko looks up at you. One of his hands stays on your hip while the other smooths slowly up your back.
“Come here…” he murmurs. “All of you.”
When you hesitate for half a second, he adds gently, “Just relax.”
Carefully, you lower yourself until your full weight rests on him. The moment your chest presses fully against his, a quiet sigh escapes both of you. He feels so solid beneath you – the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his skin, the firm strength of his body supporting yours so easily. Your legs settle on either side of his hips, and the intimate press of him right between your thighs makes heat bloom low in your belly.
Valko’s arms wrap around you immediately, one hand splaying wide across your lower back, the other sliding up between your shoulder blades to hold you closer. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck with a deep inhale, breathing you in.
For a long moment you just stay like that – bodies aligned, hearts beating against each other. Then he gently nudges your face with his, and you tilt your head down to meet him.
His lips move against yours, and when the kiss deepens, it happens gradually – tongues brushing, mouths opening wider, breaths growing a little heavier. The weight of you on top of him, the way your bodies fit together so completely, makes everything feel more intense. You can feel the hard line of him pressed right against your core, and the sensation sends little sparks of pleasure through you with every tiny movement.
Still a little shy, still a little uncertain, you roll your hips in one slow, experimental movement. The friction drags right where you need it most, pulling a soft, involuntary sound from your throat. Valko groans – low, rough, and completely unguarded – the sound vibrating against your mouth. His arms tighten around you instantly, and the way he pulls you down against him makes it clear just how much he felt that.
“Fuck…” he breathes against your lips. “Do that again.”
Emboldened by his reaction, you roll your hips again, grinding down against him. The pleasure sparks sharper, deeper. You can feel every inch of him through the thin layers of fabric separating you, and the way his body responds – the way he twitches underneath you – makes your stomach flutter.
Valko meets you on the next roll. He rocks his hips up into yours in a slow, deep rhythm, pressing firmly against your core with each movement. His hold on you never loosens – he keeps you flush against his chest, bodies moving together in a slow, rolling grind.
The kiss grows sloppier, hotter – tongues slide deeper, mouths open wider, little wet sounds mixing with your shared breathing. You feel his heartbeat hammering against yours.
“You feel so good on top of me,” he murmurs. “Keep moving just like that, baby.”
Valko’s hands are everywhere. One stays anchored on your hip, guiding your movements, while the other slips under your pajama shirt, palming the soft skin of your back, then sliding down to squeeze your ass. He pulls you down harder against him on every roll, making sure you feel exactly how hard he is.
Then his hand moves between your bodies.
He presses two fingers against the front of your shorts, right over your core. The moment he touches you, you realize just how soaked you are. The fabric is warm and damp, clinging to you, and the pressure of his fingers makes the wetness even more obvious. A flush of embarrassed heat rushes through you, but it only makes you ache more.
Valko groans deeply into your mouth, the sound raw. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs. He rubs slow circles over the soaked fabric, pressing just right against your clit through the layers. The sensation makes your hips jerk, a sharp little whimper escaping you.
He pulls back from the kiss just enough to look at you, breathing hard. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, but there’s a flicker of hesitation there too. His throat works as he swallows, and when he speaks, his voice has the slightest tremble in it.
“Still okay?” he asks, fingers still gently pressing against your soaked shorts. He pauses, searching your face. “Can I…?”
You nod quickly, cheeks burning. “Yeah,” you whisper, barely audible. “Please.”
A soft, relieved breath escapes him.
He shifts just enough to reach between you. With one hand, he tugs his boxers down far enough to free himself, his cock springing up hot and heavy against your inner thigh. With the other, he hooks his fingers into the crotch of your pajama shorts and panties, tugging the soaked fabric to the side. The cool air hits your slick, exposed folds for only a second before the blunt, burning heat of his tip presses right against your entrance.
The slight sting of his girth against your sensitive opening makes you inhale sharply. Still, your thighs tremble as you fight the instinct to sink down all at once.
Valko’s eyes never leave your face. His breath is shaky, his grip on your hip almost bruising as he visibly holds himself back from thrusting up.
“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and strained. “Just relax… I’ve got you. Trust me.”
He rocks his hips up in the tiniest, careful movement, letting just the head slip inside you. The stretch is intense – a burning, aching fullness that makes your mouth fall open on a quiet, broken sound. You feel every thick inch as he slowly works you open, his eyes locked on yours the entire time, watching every flicker of sensation across your face.
Another shallow thrust, and he sinks a little deeper. His hand on your hip keeps guiding you down slowly, patiently, even as his own breath trembles and a low groan escapes his lips. You can feel how much he’s holding back – the tension in his arms, the way his fingers dig into your skin, the way his cock twitches inside you with the effort of going slow.
He presses his forehead to yours, nuzzling your nose, his voice dropping to a whisper between heavy breaths.
“Just a little more… that’s it. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
He keeps guiding you with those slow, shallow thrusts, working himself deeper. Each gentle push stretches you further, the thick heat of him dragging against your walls in a way that makes your breath hitch and your fingers curl against his shoulders. The slight sting is still there, but it’s slowly melting into something warmer, fuller, more overwhelming.
Finally, with one last careful roll of his hips, he bottoms out completely.
A soft, broken sound escapes you as he fills you to the hilt. Your walls flutter around him, clenching instinctively at the overwhelming sensation of being so completely taken.
Valko goes very still beneath you, breathing hard against your neck.
He whispers your name. “Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
You take a shaky breath, then nod against his shoulder, melting a little more in his embrace. “I’m okay,” you murmur, voice soft and a little breathless.
The tension in his body eases at your words. He pulls you even closer, if that’s possible, until there isn’t a single inch of space left between your bodies. Your breasts press against his chest, your stomach against his, your thighs snug around his hips.
“Just stay like this for a moment,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear. “Let me feel you… all of you.”
You melt into him completely.
He starts kissing you again – first pressing his lips to yours, tender and sweet. Then to your flushed cheek. Then along the line of your jaw. When he reaches your neck, he lingers there, nuzzling into the sensitive skin with a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of you as his lips trail soft, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your throat. Every kiss sends warm little sparks through your body, making you shiver and clench around him.
You feel completely surrounded by him. He makes you feel soft and safe and wanted in a way you’ve never quite felt before.
After a few long, still moments of just feeling each other, Valko starts to move.
He rolls his hips up in one slow thrust, pressing himself even deeper inside you. The drag of his thick length against your walls pulls a shaky moan from your throat. He does it again, and again – careful but steady, letting you feel every inch as he fills you completely with each roll.
You start moving with him.
Your hips begin to roll in a slow rhythm, grinding down to meet his upward thrusts. The pace is yours, and he lets you set it. Every time you sink down onto him, his cock grazes all the right spots inside you, sending sparks of sharp pleasure through your core. You can feel how wet you are – how your slick coats him completely, making every slide smoother, wetter, hotter. You angle your hips just right so that with every downward roll, your clit grinds against his pelvis. The added friction makes your thighs tremble. Pleasure builds fast and heavy, coiling tight in your belly with every movement.
You can’t stop looking at him.
Even in the low, dim light of your bedroom, he looks devastating. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark with lust, but locked on your face like he doesn’t want to miss a single detail. His lips are parted and glistening, soft groans and quiet curses falling from them every time you sink down on him. His hair is slightly messy from your fingers, and the way his jaw clenches when you roll your hips harder makes your heart stutter.
You roll your hips faster, chasing that building pleasure with every grind of your clit against his pelvis and every deep stroke of his cock inside you. The slick sounds of your bodies meeting grow louder, wetter with every movement. Your walls flutter and clench around his thick length, coating him even more with your arousal as the pressure inside you coils tighter and tighter.
A broken moan of his name slips from your lips – “Valko...” – raw and needy. The sound of it makes your cheeks burn – you feel suddenly exposed like this, riding him so shamelessly, your voice sounding so desperate, your body moving on instinct. The wave of pleasure is cresting dangerously close, and the intensity of it makes you shy for a moment.
You duck your head, hiding your face in the warm crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you keep rolling your hips.
You know Valko notices. Instead of pulling you back, he cradles the back of your head with one large hand. His voice is full of affection as he murmurs against your ear.
“You can stay right here, sweetheart. Just feel it… That’s it. Come for me.”
His words, the steady praise mixed with the way he keeps thrusting up to meet your rolling hips, push you right over the edge.
With one more deep grind of your hips, your orgasm crashes through you. Pleasure surges hot and overwhelming, ripping a muffled, trembling cry from your throat against his neck. Your walls clamp down hard around his cock, pulsing and fluttering. Your thighs shake, slick gushing around him as you come hard, soaking his length and pelvis. Valko groans deeply, the sound vibrating against your chest, and holds you even tighter, his hips still moving with yours – slow, deep rolls that help you ride out every last pulse of pleasure.
Your hips gradually slow, then finally still as the last ripples of your orgasm fade into a warm, glowing haze. You stay draped over him, breathing hard against his neck, your heart still racing wildly in your chest.
After a few long seconds, you finally gather the courage to lift your head from its hiding place. Your face is glistening with sweat, your cheeks are burning, your hair slightly messy as you meet his gaze. You’re still catching your breath, lips parted, eyes a little dazed.
When your eyes lock, the intense heat in Valko’s gaze melts into something more tender. A small, gentle smile curves his lips as he looks up at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. The hand that had been cradling the back of your head slides forward to graze your cheek with his thumb, stroking it with slow affection.
“There you are…” he murmurs, voice low and fond. “Hi, pretty girl.”
He searches your face for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, thumb continuing its gentle caress. “Do you want to keep going?”
You feel a sheepish little smile tug at your lips. You nod, still a bit breathless, cheeks warming even more under his attentive gaze.
“Yes,” you whisper.
His smile deepens, soft and warm. “You want me to take over?”
You nod again, a little quicker this time. “Yes, please.”
Valko’s gaze lingers on your face for a moment, an almost reverent smile curving his lips as he takes in the sight of you in front of him.
“Just relax for me,” he whispers against your temple, pressing a lingering kiss there. “Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”
After you nod, Valko doesn’t waste another second.
He captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss as he begins to move beneath you. His hips roll up in long thrusts, driving his thick cock deeper into your soaked heat with every stroke. One arm stays locked around your back, pressing your chest flush against his, while his other hand keeps your shorts and underwear tugged to the side so he can fuck you properly.
He keeps kissing you through it – slow and messy, tongues sliding together as his pace gradually picks up. His breath grows heavier against your lips, and between kisses he whispers –
“Am I doing good? Tell me… fuck, I need to hear it.”
You’re already losing yourself in the rhythm of his thrusts, the way his cock stretches and fills you so perfectly. The answer slips out of you in a hazy, breathless mumble, half-coherent and soaked in pleasure.
“You feel so good…” you moan, voice breaking. “Fuck – you’re so big… filling me up so deep…”
Valko groans loudly at your words, the sound low and guttural. His grip on you tightens, and his thrusts grow a little harder, a little faster, driving up into you with more purpose. The wet slap of skin on skin grows louder as he fucks you deeper, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot with devastating precision.
“Yeah? You like how deep I’m fucking you?” he rasps against your lips, voice thick with lust. “You’re taking me so well… so wet and tight around my cock. I could stay buried in you forever.”
You whimper at his filthy words, clenching hard around him. He keeps that perfect rhythm, holding you close, kissing you like he never wants to stop, while his cock drives into you again and again, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once more.
You can feel him starting to throb inside you, his rhythm beginning to falter as he gets closer to the edge. His thrusts grow a little rougher, a little more desperate.
He must feel how you’re close too, because your hips have started moving on their own, grinding down to meet every thrust. His breath stutters against your mouth.
“You close again, baby?” he groans, voice strained and low. “Fuck… I can feel you squeezing me so tight.”
You nod frantically, whimpering as another wave of pleasure builds fast and hot. “Yes – I’m close… please, Valko, go faster – ”
He clenches his jaw, a deep, guttural sound escaping him as he tries to hold back. His hips snap up harder, but you can tell he’s right on the edge.
“I’m too close,” he rasps, almost apologetic, still fucking you deep and steady. “If I go faster, I’m not gonna last – ”
“It’s okay,” you breathe, voice trembling with need as you roll your hips down to take him even deeper. “It’s fine, just – don’t stop. Please.”
Valko lets out a wrecked moan, his grip on you tightening almost painfully. He buries his face in your neck for a second, breathing you in, then pulls back just enough to look at you with dark, desperate eyes.
“Where can I finish?” he asks, voice hoarse and filthy. “Where do you want me?”
Without hesitation, still grinding down on his cock, you whisper against his lips –
“Inside. I want you to come inside me.”
Valko’s control finally snaps.
With a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt in a few hard, fast thrusts. You feel every powerful spurt as he fills you up, warm and wet, his cock twitching deep in your pussy while he keeps rolling his hips in sloppy thrusts, pushing his release even deeper.
The sensation of him coming inside you sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through you. You’re right on the edge again, but you stay still for him, letting him use you however he needs, your body soft and pliant on top of his as he rides out the last pulses of his orgasm.
Then he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, voice wrecked and breathless.
“Move, baby… don’t stop. Chase it. I want to feel you come on my cock again.”
You hesitate for half a second, worried it might be too much for him, but he doesn’t let you overthink it. His hands grip your hips firmly and start guiding you, encouraging you to roll and grind on him again.
You nod, eyes locked with his, and start moving.
You ride him through the mess, feeling his warm cum leak out of you with every roll of your hips, slick and obscene, coating both of you. His cock is still hard inside you, but you can feel how oversensitive he is now – the way he twitches and throbs helplessly with every movement, like it’s almost too much.
He meets your rhythm with shallow, desperate thrusts, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. His eyes stay locked on yours, heavy-lidded and burning, even as his breath turns ragged and broken.
Valko groans, low and wrecked. “That’s it… fuck, just like that,” he rasps, voice tight and strained. “Come on my cock, baby – you’re squeezing me so fucking tight… Good girl, so fucking good…”
It doesn’t take long.
Pleasure slams into you harder this time. You come with a trembling, broken cry, your walls clamping down around his oversensitive cock as another orgasm rips through you. The feeling of his cum leaking out around him with every pulse makes everything wetter, filthier, messier. Slick and cum mix between you as you grind down on him, thighs shaking violently.
This time you don’t hide your face. You stay right there, eyes locked with his, letting him see every second of it – the way your lips part on a silent gasp, the way your whole body shudders and tightens around him.
“Fuck – yes, baby… look at you,” he groans, voice slurred and desperate. “So fucking pretty when you come… good girl…”
His wrecked praise sends a fresh wave of heat through you, drawing out the pleasure for a few more trembling seconds. Then the intense peak of your orgasm slowly fades, leaving you utterly spent. You collapse completely on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest as you try to catch your breath. Your body feels heavy, hot, and spent in the best possible way. Valko’s arms wrap around you, holding you close as he stays buried deep inside you, his cock still twitching with the last aftershocks. Neither of you makes any move to separate.
You nuzzle back into the crook of his neck, breathing in the comforting mix of his skin, sweat, and your own scent on him. His hands move slowly over your back in long, soothing strokes, fingertips tracing gentle patterns along your spine.
For a long while, you simply rest like that – tangled together, hearts slowing down, his warmth surrounding you completely.
Eventually, his voice breaks the comfortable silence, low and gentle against your ear.
“You okay?” he asks, still stroking your back. “Feeling alright?”
You manage a small nod against his neck, too tired and floaty to form proper words. A tiny, satisfied hum is all you can offer.
He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath you.
After a few more quiet, peaceful minutes, you finally shift. You slowly push yourself up on shaky arms and lift your hips. The moment he slips out of you, a low, disappointed groan escapes Valko’s throat. The sound is so genuine that you can’t help but let out a soft, breathless chuckle.
“We should probably clean up,” you murmur, still smiling.
He nods, but there’s a playful pout in his expression. Before you can move away, he cups your face with both hands and pulls you down into a slow, sweet kiss. It’s softer than anything that came before – gentle, lingering, and full of affection. When he pulls back, his thumbs brush over your cheeks, and his eyes are warm and tender in the afterglow.
“You feeling sleepy now?” he asks, a hint of playful teasing in his tone.
You let out a soft, embarrassed little laugh. The reality of everything that just happened is starting to settle in, making your cheeks warm all over again.
“Yeah… I think I am,” you admit.
He chuckles quietly, but then that familiar warm smile returns as he pulls you back down into his embrace. He presses a lingering kiss to the top of your head.
“I never want to let you go.” He whispers.
You melt into him again, letting yourself stay there for a moment longer, tucked safely in his arms. As his fingers keep moving gently over your skin, all you can think is that you want more of this – more nights that end with him holding you close, more stolen hours together, more of his laughter, to feel his warm hands, to see his eyes that always soften when they find yours.
〉varka/reader、 nsfw ー mdni、 wc616、 smut、 riding、 size training、 premature ejaculation、 marking、 dacryphilia if you squint、 varka's BIG
〉masterlist.
varka who cums as soon as you take him all the way.
it's three hours before you're hovering above him. three excruciating, worrying, torturous hours of nothing but prep work. his fingers are pruned and aching from stretching you out, cock stiff and wrist screaming after watching dildo after dildo be sucked into your cunt — each a size up from the last, each taking a few minutes longer until they're sliding without resistance and making you cream.
you're crying at this point, straddling his waist, only just able to fit half inside of you. tears are falling one by one as you babble that it's 'too much,' sniffling and whining when his calloused thumbs brush against your cheeks.
"i know, sweetheart. take your time." he lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding, hands finding their way back to your hips and thumb tracing circles around your clit to ease the pain.
he told you that you didn't have to take him — there were other ways to get both of you off that he was more than willing to do instead — but you'd been begging him to let you try, wanting nothing more than to be completely filled by him; to feel every inch and vein massage your walls in a way you knew you'd never feel on your own.
which is why you didn't complain when he brought out the toys; it didn't matter how long it took, just knowing he was willing to try made you more determined than ever.
but gods you're tight. everything was supposed to loosen you up, but the way you squeeze down on his cock pulls the air straight out of his lungs. the edging wasn't helping — every time you came around a toy having him stave off his own orgasm, holding out hope that you'd take him easily and imagining how excited you'd be having him fill you more.
you're almost fully seated on his lap, knees shaking a bit from multiple previous orgasms and chest heaving to keep yourself focused. it takes everything in him to hold himself still, spurred on by your hiccups and moans when you slide a bit further down. even worse when you pull back up — sufficiently lubricating him more and seemingly trying to kill him.
"can' take it, 's too big, too full," you squeeze down on him, whimpering when he twitches.
"almost there," he groans into your throat, so sensitive it hurts. "atta girl."
you whine against his shoulder, soft grinding making your walls flutter at the pressure. you feel like you're about to burst, so full you could've cried if you hadn't dried yourself out already.
varka's no better — head spinning from the vice clamped around him, breathing shallow and body slick from sweat and lubricant. his hand splays against your lower back for just a moment, hips rocking up as little as they can before you're pressing him further into you.
you both gasp when he bottoms out, hips pressed together for only a moment before he groans. your core throbs from his pulse, warmth flooding your navel as he fills you with his cum. he's sure it'd be dripping onto the sheets if you weren't wrapped so tightly around him.
your heart jumps into your throat at the feeling, body trembling against his chest with sensitivity. you're more emotional than you thought you'd be; eyes burning with ghostly tears from both pleasure and pride at taking everything he could give you.
he's a little embarrassed at cumming so easily, having hoped he could get a few good thrusts in beforehand, but knowing you're getting used to it now means little wait until he's thoroughly fucking you.
In honor of me pulling both Varka and Flins, here’s how they each like to eat you out~! <3
PS. pls don’t mind the slight theme change of the post—the rest of the blog is soon to catch up lol)
✶ VARKA likes to eat you out like you’re a goddamn buffet. No holds barred, completely wild and freaky and messy, he slips right in between your thighs and goes to town.
It’s all tongue, lips, and even a little bit of teeth. He sucks your clit and splits open your slick folds, tongue fucks your gooey hole open, all in a pleasurable but unpredictable rhythm. He moans into your cunt like he’s the one receiving mind blowing oral, spits and drawls praises and filthy words like he doesn’t know how to shut up.
“Mmmm—tastes s’good, puppy—you’re dripping right into m’mouth. Does it feel good, hm? Do you like it when I suck on this pretty clit—mmhmm, yeah?”
“That’s right, baby—fuck, squeeze your thighs around me when I make y’cum—yesyesyes, good girl—FUCK!”
Varka doesn’t give you any sort of reprieve or even a minute to breathe after you cum. His mouth stays glued to your cunt, chasing it around when you wiggle your hips away. But if you start to get too rowdy, and he can’t fully chase your wet heat, he’ll resort to brute strength.
He’ll wrap those thick arms around your waist and lock you in place, with your knees hooked over his shoulders and ankles twisted together in the middle of his shoulder blades—and, of course, that pretty, quivering cunt of yours pressed right against his still-hungry mouth. He may even give your trembling thigh a pinch when you try to jerk away.
“Ah-ah—stop movin’, pup. Just stay still. I ain’t done yet,” he growls into your slick, over sensitive and puffy clit, lips latching and tongue flicking until your mind melts in your skull and your body goes limp. “Y’taste too damn good—fuck, ‘m still hungry for it.”
✶ FLINS eats you like you’re something to be simultaneously explored, devoured, and worshipped. He starts with careful, attentive precision, swirling his tongue around that pretty clit of yours in different patterns until you start to shake and your breathing hitches—and that’s how he knows he’s got the right rhythm.
“Like that, my light? That’s how you like it?” He murmurs, humming absently to himself when you affirm it. “Then, I’ll keep going like this.”
And he does—albeit with some vigorous experimentation tacked in too. He wants to pleasure you, yes, but he wants to devour you; all of you. So he dips his tongue into your slit, spreads open your drooly folds, laps at the slick honey dribbling between them, nibbles just lightly at your clit—and revels in the reactions each action pulls from you.
Still, as much as he enjoys doing so, Flins allows you to guide him; follows your soft commands of ‘faster’ or ‘slow down,’ until he’s reached that perfect tempo that has your body trembling and clit quivering. Moans and talks sweetly to you as you start to crumble from his affection.
“That’s it, my light. I’ve got you—hah, doing so good for me. Letting me make your pretty pussy feel good… you’re divine, my love.”
And as sweetly considerate as he is, Flins still can’t help but keep lapping at your sweet, sopping cunt even after he’s pulled an orgasm out of you—he doesn’t mean to cause you discomfort, but there is something so… riveting about the way you mewl and wiggle away from him while he sucks on your pulsing clit.
It stirs something inside him that he’s unfamiliar with, but is so strong that he can’t beat it back. Something that makes him want to enjoy your sensitive body even more. So even when you start to tear up and whine, Flins clasps your hand with one of his and holds your belly down with the other—just so you can’t move too far from him.
“Just a little more, my light.” He promises. “I-I just want a little more… so stay still f’me.”
face down, ass up, varka plunging his cock deep inside your pussy.
the pillow muffles your whimpers, but he wants to hear you, so he pulls your hair towards himself, turning your face in his direction. he chuckles dryly at the fucked out expression you’re wearing.
“c’mon baby, tell me how good it feels,” but you lost your ability to form coherent thoughts, much less any sentences after your third orgasm.
warbled cries leave your lips, trying to tell him that he is making you feel good, but your mouth seems to have given up the moment you opened it—that won’t do.
in a quick sucession, he pulls you up by your hair flush against his chest, just to wrap his arm around your neck and push you down against the bed once again. the headlock he’s gotten you in, the impossible closeness of your bodies, the sounds of his rough grunts right against your ear, it amplifies all sensations beyond words.
you’re weakly hitting his bicep to signal your approaching orgasm but he doesn’t care, too focused on hitting your sweet spots inside. “y’wanna come again? yeah?” you nod as much as you could, with his arm restricting most of your head movement. he laughs, slowing his thrusts, feeling his cock reaching shallower and shallower spots.
sniffling, you whine, “wh-why…?” your hips begin to grind against his, attempting to stimulate your clit, until he pins your body down, fully immobilized.
“you ignored me. now you’re reaping the consequences of your actions. y’gotta hold it, until i tell you to cum, and i better hear a ‘yes sir.’”
you’re burned out and xavier feels helpless, unable to bring back your spark. then he finds an article on the benefits of skin-to-skin contact; he’d try anything if it meant having you back.
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The apartment smells faintly of burnt garlic and rosemary.
You drop your bag by the door, shoulders sagging like wet laundry. The glow from the kitchen is soft, and you can see Xavier’s silhouette hunched over the stove, sleeves pushed to his elbows.
He startles when your keys clink, straightening and wiping flour off his forearm. “You’re early.” He says with a sheepish smile before taking a look at you.
The sight punches the air from his lungs. You look defeated. Hair messy from restless hands, skin a shade paler, dark crescents bruising the skin beneath your eyes. This is the fourth night you’ve come home looking like a ghost of yourself, always the same excuse: “Busiest time of the year. It’ll pass.”
“Orrr I’m late.” he adds, trying to mask his worry. “The chicken was supposed to be golden, not… charcoal-adjacent.”
You manage a tired laugh. “Smells like effort, that counts.”
He plates the slightly crispy rosemary chicken anyway and sets it in front of you like it’s a five-star dish. You eat because he’s watching, because refusing would mean explaining, and you’ve been dodging explanations all week.
“I’m fine,” you’d said this morning, eyes on your phone. “I told you, just busier than normal.”
“I’ll be okay,” you’d murmured last night, curled on the couch with case files spread like a fortress.
Fine, okay, busier. The words are like bricks and he keeps running into them.
He tries the next thing on his mental list of things that could make you feel better: a walk.
To his misfortune the day turns rainy and grey, city lights smearing across the wet pavement. He tilts the umbrella so the rain beads on his sleeve instead of your hair. You loop your arm through his, but your grip is loose, like you’re holding a railing instead of the man who would travel planets for you.
He needs you to talk to him, to yell, to cry… Anything. But you only sigh, a sound that thugs at his heart, so soft it’s almost swallowed by traffic.
Back home he runs you a bath, waiting for you on the couch as his palms rub restless circles on his thighs.
He misses you.
The bright, smiley, loving you — who used to launch into his arms after a long day, peppering his face with kisses until he laughed so hard his ribs hurt.
The feeling of being helpless was eating him alive.
Later, you’re asleep on the couch, cheek smushed against Xavier’s lap, hoodie riding up to reveal a strip of skin. Xavier drapes a blanket over you with the care of someone defusing a bomb, then retreats to his very important research on his phone.
He types: how to comfort your stressed partner
Offer distractions. (the walk made you quieter.)
Buy flowers (he already did and you looked happy before you started sneezing like crazy).
Listen without fixing (he’s trying).
Physical touch releases oxytocin…
He clicks.
It’s an article from a mothers blog. “Skin-to-skin isn’t just for newborns. Kangaroo care lowers cortisol, regulates heart rate and triggers oxytocin release within 10-20 minutes…”
There’s a picture of a tiny baby on a bare chest, Xavier blinks. You’re not a baby.
But as he reads more, the graph shows stress hormones plummeting after 20 minutes of bare skin contact. The comments are full of exhausted parents saying it saved their sanity, others claiming it helped their partners with anxiety.
He imagines you, curled small, heartbeat against his, the warmth of your chest seeping into him as he holds you tight. His own pulse spikes so hard he has to press a fist to his sternum.
Glancing down, he studies the purple shadows under your eyes, the way your mouth hangs slightly open against his thigh. He runs his fingers through your soft hair, deciding that he would try anything if meant for you to be okay.
He tries to imagine asking you to strip bare, getting into bed and just… hugging. Would you think he lost his mind? Or that maybe he has other motives behind his touch?
Maybe he should just say it’s science. You like science. One time you spent twenty minutes explaining some type of elemental reactions while he nodded, pretending to hear, but way too focused on memorizing your beautiful face to care about any science behind it.
He sighs and bookmarks it, closing the tab like it’s contraband.
“Take your clothes off. For science.” The line sounds ridiculous even in his head, but he’ll figure out how to bring it up without sounding stupid.
Saturday morning bleeds in slow, rain pattering the window.
You’re at the kitchen counter in Xavier’s oversized shirt, the one that hangs to your thighs like a dress. A mug of coffee sits untouched in front of you, gone cold while you stare at the screen of your computer like it owes you money.
The week’s weight sits heavy in your chest. You’ve spent the last few days fighting for your own sanity with the amount of work you had, clinging to the promise that it’ll end soon.
Just busier than normal, you’d kept telling your concerned boyfriend. I’ll be okay, don’t worry. Lies, but functional ones. Admitting the truth felt like stepping off a cliff, and you right now you couldn't afford the fall.
Xavier breaks your thoughts as he appears in the doorway with a sleepy expression, wearing nothing but the grey sweatpants that make you stare a little longer than needed.
You glance up, offering the ghost of a smile. “Hey. You’re up early for a Saturday.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” He crosses the kitchen in three quiet steps, stopping just behind you. Close enough to smell your shampoo but far enough that you don’t feel crowded. “So... I have an idea.”
You glance up, eyebrow arched. “Oh no... More burnt food?”
He huffs a laugh, but it’s strained. “No. You’ll probably think it’s weird, but I read something last night. And I want to try it… With you.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Can we go to the bedroom?”
You looked confused but still stood up from your chair. He extends a hand and you take it, his fingers curling around yours like they’ve been waiting years for the contact.
The bedroom is dim, curtains half-drawn against the drizzle, and the bed looks like the place you need to be the most in the world right now.
“I need you to take your clothes off.” He asks, or rather commands, with a faint blush on his cheeks.
Heat floods your face as you look back at him; you blink, processing. Was he…? Now?
The week’s exhaustion had made it hard for any type of sexual activity, and you wonder if that would actually help relieve a bit of the stress. Still, it was weird for Xavier to initiate it this randomly, no tension beforehand.
He catches the shift in your eyes. “Not like that, sweetheart. I mean, unless you– no, nevermind.” He shakes his head, trying to regain focus “Just…trust me?”
“Okay,” you whisper.
Relief softens his shoulders. “Shirt and pants,” he clarifies, tugging his own sweatpants down. He climbs onto the mattress in just his briefs, patting the space beside him. “The article wasn’t specific on underwear. Optional, I guess.”
You choke on a laugh. “You read an article about this?”
He nodded, his expression calm but his ears just slightly pink. "Like how newborns are held against their parents chests. Regulates heartbeat, breathing… calms the nervous system. I was wondering if you’d let me try it. Just for a few minutes. No pressure, love."
Comfort... Not what you’d assumed but definitely what you needed.
You hesitate, then peel the oversized shirt off your body, leaving you with your black pair of underwear. He opens his arms and you waste no time crawling in, instinctively straddling his lap. Before you can wrap around him, his callused palms glide down your waist, stopping you. He stares at your curves like they’re a constellation he’s memorized and still can’t believe is real.
“You’re so beautiful.” he whispers, like it’s the most obvious fact in the world.
“Xavier…” you warn, feeling your cheeks heat up at the intensity of his stare.
“Right” He clears his throat, hands sliding to your back. A quick flick of his fingers unhooks your bra. “This will probably get in the way.”
Goosebumps prickle as cool air hits your bare skin. Xavier’s gaze traces you, not hungry but reverent, like he’s worshiping what he hasn’t seen in weeks. Stars flicker in his eyes and you realize it’s been too long since you felt seen as you, without expectations or masks.
He falls back and pulls you flush – your chest squeezing against his chest, legs tangling automatically. The first contact steals your breath, his heartbeat thuds steady under your ear, a little fast. Yours answers, a little faster.
It wasn't the first time you held each other like this, but it usually happend while you were trying to regain your breaths after sex. Not like this, vulnerable and nervous.
He tucks your head beneath his chin as his palm begins slow, deliberate circles down your spine.
“Does it feel good?” He asks, voice low.
You nod, unable to form any words at the amount of warmth his body was giving you. You breathe him in, the familiar scent feeling more like home than any space you live in.
This is everything you’ve been missing. Maybe you didn’t need words or gestures, just him holding you steady like an anchor.
His thumb traces the notch at the base of your spine, counting ribs one by one.
You swallow. The words rise before you can cage them.
“I lied,” you whisper into the hollow of his throat.
His hand stills but he doesn’t speak, giving you the silence you finally want to fill.
“About being fine. About just being busy.” You bite down your lip that trembles. “I’ve barely even slept the last few days… trying to match the deadlines, trying to prove myself and others that I’m actually good at my job.”
A tear slips, hot against his skin. You don’t bother wiping it away.
He resumes the circles, slower now. “Keep going,” he murmurs, lips brushing your hair.
“I thought if I admitted it, I’d fall apart. And I can’t fall apart, Xavier. Not when everyone’s watching and expecting so much from me.” Another tear. “But I’m so tired… I’m scared I’ll burn out and drag you down with me.”
You feel his heart beating a little bit faster at your confession, arms tightening around you. “You’re not dragging me anywhere. I’m always here, at the same level as you.” His voice is rough and it vibrates through your body. “I’ve been helpless all week, watching you disappear and feeling like I can’t do anything about it.”
You swallow, his words hitting deep in your core.
“Sweetheart, when your world is falling apart, mine does too.” He whispers as his thumb brushes your wet cheek, and he sounds hurt. Your whole body starts aching and you press closer, as if you could fuse into him.
“I just didn’t want you to worry, Xavier.” you confess, voice cracking.
“I worry because I love you.” His words are so simple yet so strong. “Let me carry half the sky, okay? That’s the role I want to have in your life.”
Half the sky…
The phrase blooms in your chest, and you feel a sense of gratefulness that he’s with you, breathing under the same stars.
Your fingers curl against his chest “Okay...”
“So you promise you’ll take better care of yourself?” His voice lifts, hopeful.
A laugh bubbles up, watery “Yes Xavi, I promise. I won’t overdo work… for you and for myself”
“Well you don’t have to worry about that for now.” You look up at him, confused. “I called Jenna asking for a medical leave. She said you looked off the last few days and that you probably needed it. Didn’t even have to use my negotiation abilities” He says it casually but pride glints in his eyes.
You stare, incredulous. “You…”
Words tangle on your tongue. Thank you, you idiot, how dare you, I love you—so you only huff a laugh and push yourself up until you’re nose-to-nose. His fingers glide through your hair, tucking a stray strand behind your ear with the same care
“Three days, minimum. Doctor’s orders” he murmurs, voice velvet. “Well, Xavier’s orders, but she doesn’t have to know.” He winks. Your heart flips like it did the first time he smiled at you.
Then he places kisses all over your face, mapping every inch of you back to life.
And for the first time in weeks, you feel like yourself here, tangled in his arms, at home.
did NOT expect this to be this long or end so emotional but ig i love xavier too much... also tried experimenting a little bit with the povs, lmk if it was easy to read TT.
lately ive been feeling very inspired to write and the lads community has been super welcoming, tysm to everyone 😭!!
you’re burned out and xavier feels helpless, unable to bring back your spark. then he finds an article on the benefits of skin-to-skin contact; he’d try anything if it meant having you back.
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The apartment smells faintly of burnt garlic and rosemary.
You drop your bag by the door, shoulders sagging like wet laundry. The glow from the kitchen is soft, and you can see Xavier’s silhouette hunched over the stove, sleeves pushed to his elbows.
He startles when your keys clink, straightening and wiping flour off his forearm. “You’re early.” He says with a sheepish smile before taking a look at you.
The sight punches the air from his lungs. You look defeated. Hair messy from restless hands, skin a shade paler, dark crescents bruising the skin beneath your eyes. This is the fourth night you’ve come home looking like a ghost of yourself, always the same excuse: “Busiest time of the year. It’ll pass.”
“Orrr I’m late.” he adds, trying to mask his worry. “The chicken was supposed to be golden, not… charcoal-adjacent.”
You manage a tired laugh. “Smells like effort, that counts.”
He plates the slightly crispy rosemary chicken anyway and sets it in front of you like it’s a five-star dish. You eat because he’s watching, because refusing would mean explaining, and you’ve been dodging explanations all week.
“I’m fine,” you’d said this morning, eyes on your phone. “I told you, just busier than normal.”
“I’ll be okay,” you’d murmured last night, curled on the couch with case files spread like a fortress.
Fine, okay, busier. The words are like bricks and he keeps running into them.
He tries the next thing on his mental list of things that could make you feel better: a walk.
To his misfortune the day turns rainy and grey, city lights smearing across the wet pavement. He tilts the umbrella so the rain beads on his sleeve instead of your hair. You loop your arm through his, but your grip is loose, like you’re holding a railing instead of the man who would travel planets for you.
He needs you to talk to him, to yell, to cry… Anything. But you only sigh, a sound that thugs at his heart, so soft it’s almost swallowed by traffic.
Back home he runs you a bath, waiting for you on the couch as his palms rub restless circles on his thighs.
He misses you.
The bright, smiley, loving you — who used to launch into his arms after a long day, peppering his face with kisses until he laughed so hard his ribs hurt.
The feeling of being helpless was eating him alive.
Later, you’re asleep on the couch, cheek smushed against Xavier’s lap, hoodie riding up to reveal a strip of skin. Xavier drapes a blanket over you with the care of someone defusing a bomb, then retreats to his very important research on his phone.
He types: how to comfort your stressed partner
Offer distractions. (the walk made you quieter.)
Buy flowers (he already did and you looked happy before you started sneezing like crazy).
Listen without fixing (he’s trying).
Physical touch releases oxytocin…
He clicks.
It’s an article from a mothers blog. “Skin-to-skin isn’t just for newborns. Kangaroo care lowers cortisol, regulates heart rate and triggers oxytocin release within 10-20 minutes…”
There’s a picture of a tiny baby on a bare chest, Xavier blinks. You’re not a baby.
But as he reads more, the graph shows stress hormones plummeting after 20 minutes of bare skin contact. The comments are full of exhausted parents saying it saved their sanity, others claiming it helped their partners with anxiety.
He imagines you, curled small, heartbeat against his, the warmth of your chest seeping into him as he holds you tight. His own pulse spikes so hard he has to press a fist to his sternum.
Glancing down, he studies the purple shadows under your eyes, the way your mouth hangs slightly open against his thigh. He runs his fingers through your soft hair, deciding that he would try anything if meant for you to be okay.
He tries to imagine asking you to strip bare, getting into bed and just… hugging. Would you think he lost his mind? Or that maybe he has other motives behind his touch?
Maybe he should just say it’s science. You like science. One time you spent twenty minutes explaining some type of elemental reactions while he nodded, pretending to hear, but way too focused on memorizing your beautiful face to care about any science behind it.
He sighs and bookmarks it, closing the tab like it’s contraband.
“Take your clothes off. For science.” The line sounds ridiculous even in his head, but he’ll figure out how to bring it up without sounding stupid.
Saturday morning bleeds in slow, rain pattering the window.
You’re at the kitchen counter in Xavier’s oversized shirt, the one that hangs to your thighs like a dress. A mug of coffee sits untouched in front of you, gone cold while you stare at the screen of your computer like it owes you money.
The week’s weight sits heavy in your chest. You’ve spent the last few days fighting for your own sanity with the amount of work you had, clinging to the promise that it’ll end soon.
Just busier than normal, you’d kept telling your concerned boyfriend. I’ll be okay, don’t worry. Lies, but functional ones. Admitting the truth felt like stepping off a cliff, and you right now you couldn't afford the fall.
Xavier breaks your thoughts as he appears in the doorway with a sleepy expression, wearing nothing but the grey sweatpants that make you stare a little longer than needed.
You glance up, offering the ghost of a smile. “Hey. You’re up early for a Saturday.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” He crosses the kitchen in three quiet steps, stopping just behind you. Close enough to smell your shampoo but far enough that you don’t feel crowded. “So... I have an idea.”
You glance up, eyebrow arched. “Oh no... More burnt food?”
He huffs a laugh, but it’s strained. “No. You’ll probably think it’s weird, but I read something last night. And I want to try it… With you.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Can we go to the bedroom?”
You looked confused but still stood up from your chair. He extends a hand and you take it, his fingers curling around yours like they’ve been waiting years for the contact.
The bedroom is dim, curtains half-drawn against the drizzle, and the bed looks like the place you need to be the most in the world right now.
“I need you to take your clothes off.” He asks, or rather commands, with a faint blush on his cheeks.
Heat floods your face as you look back at him; you blink, processing. Was he…? Now?
The week’s exhaustion had made it hard for any type of sexual activity, and you wonder if that would actually help relieve a bit of the stress. Still, it was weird for Xavier to initiate it this randomly, no tension beforehand.
He catches the shift in your eyes. “Not like that, sweetheart. I mean, unless you– no, nevermind.” He shakes his head, trying to regain focus “Just…trust me?”
“Okay,” you whisper.
Relief softens his shoulders. “Shirt and pants,” he clarifies, tugging his own sweatpants down. He climbs onto the mattress in just his briefs, patting the space beside him. “The article wasn’t specific on underwear. Optional, I guess.”
You choke on a laugh. “You read an article about this?”
He nodded, his expression calm but his ears just slightly pink. "Like how newborns are held against their parents chests. Regulates heartbeat, breathing… calms the nervous system. I was wondering if you’d let me try it. Just for a few minutes. No pressure, love."
Comfort... Not what you’d assumed but definitely what you needed.
You hesitate, then peel the oversized shirt off your body, leaving you with your black pair of underwear. He opens his arms and you waste no time crawling in, instinctively straddling his lap. Before you can wrap around him, his callused palms glide down your waist, stopping you. He stares at your curves like they’re a constellation he’s memorized and still can’t believe is real.
“You’re so beautiful.” he whispers, like it’s the most obvious fact in the world.
“Xavier…” you warn, feeling your cheeks heat up at the intensity of his stare.
“Right” He clears his throat, hands sliding to your back. A quick flick of his fingers unhooks your bra. “This will probably get in the way.”
Goosebumps prickle as cool air hits your bare skin. Xavier’s gaze traces you, not hungry but reverent, like he’s worshiping what he hasn’t seen in weeks. Stars flicker in his eyes and you realize it’s been too long since you felt seen as you, without expectations or masks.
He falls back and pulls you flush – your chest squeezing against his chest, legs tangling automatically. The first contact steals your breath, his heartbeat thuds steady under your ear, a little fast. Yours answers, a little faster.
It wasn't the first time you held each other like this, but it usually happend while you were trying to regain your breaths after sex. Not like this, vulnerable and nervous.
He tucks your head beneath his chin as his palm begins slow, deliberate circles down your spine.
“Does it feel good?” He asks, voice low.
You nod, unable to form any words at the amount of warmth his body was giving you. You breathe him in, the familiar scent feeling more like home than any space you live in.
This is everything you’ve been missing. Maybe you didn’t need words or gestures, just him holding you steady like an anchor.
His thumb traces the notch at the base of your spine, counting ribs one by one.
You swallow. The words rise before you can cage them.
“I lied,” you whisper into the hollow of his throat.
His hand stills but he doesn’t speak, giving you the silence you finally want to fill.
“About being fine. About just being busy.” You bite down your lip that trembles. “I’ve barely even slept the last few days… trying to match the deadlines, trying to prove myself and others that I’m actually good at my job.”
A tear slips, hot against his skin. You don’t bother wiping it away.
He resumes the circles, slower now. “Keep going,” he murmurs, lips brushing your hair.
“I thought if I admitted it, I’d fall apart. And I can’t fall apart, Xavier. Not when everyone’s watching and expecting so much from me.” Another tear. “But I’m so tired… I’m scared I’ll burn out and drag you down with me.”
You feel his heart beating a little bit faster at your confession, arms tightening around you. “You’re not dragging me anywhere. I’m always here, at the same level as you.” His voice is rough and it vibrates through your body. “I’ve been helpless all week, watching you disappear and feeling like I can’t do anything about it.”
You swallow, his words hitting deep in your core.
“Sweetheart, when your world is falling apart, mine does too.” He whispers as his thumb brushes your wet cheek, and he sounds hurt. Your whole body starts aching and you press closer, as if you could fuse into him.
“I just didn’t want you to worry, Xavier.” you confess, voice cracking.
“I worry because I love you.” His words are so simple yet so strong. “Let me carry half the sky, okay? That’s the role I want to have in your life.”
Half the sky…
The phrase blooms in your chest, and you feel a sense of gratefulness that he’s with you, breathing under the same stars.
Your fingers curl against his chest “Okay...”
“So you promise you’ll take better care of yourself?” His voice lifts, hopeful.
A laugh bubbles up, watery “Yes Xavi, I promise. I won’t overdo work… for you and for myself”
“Well you don’t have to worry about that for now.” You look up at him, confused. “I called Jenna asking for a medical leave. She said you looked off the last few days and that you probably needed it. Didn’t even have to use my negotiation abilities” He says it casually but pride glints in his eyes.
You stare, incredulous. “You…”
Words tangle on your tongue. Thank you, you idiot, how dare you, I love you—so you only huff a laugh and push yourself up until you’re nose-to-nose. His fingers glide through your hair, tucking a stray strand behind your ear with the same care
“Three days, minimum. Doctor’s orders” he murmurs, voice velvet. “Well, Xavier’s orders, but she doesn’t have to know.” He winks. Your heart flips like it did the first time he smiled at you.
Then he places kisses all over your face, mapping every inch of you back to life.
And for the first time in weeks, you feel like yourself here, tangled in his arms, at home.
did NOT expect this to be this long or end so emotional but ig i love xavier too much... also tried experimenting a little bit with the povs, lmk if it was easy to read TT.
lately ive been feeling very inspired to write and the lads community has been super welcoming, tysm to everyone 😭!!
I need more of everything my deadly sin is greed I’m never fully satisfied ever….why? Who knows I’m just constantly hungry for more of what makes me feel good and unfortunately the feeling is so fleeting that I’m like ok on to the next
sometimes i feel like such a loser for even trying to be nice and sweet and then im hit with a realisation that how people react or not react isn’t my fault it’s all on them and has absolutely nothing to do with me and then i realise im free …free from perception :)
mdni. 18+ only. eating you out aka xavier's fav pastime after sleeping. vaginal sex. no plot, just xavier enjoying his breakfast.
You have an important meeting today with some hunters that you were with during your latest mission. You got up early to prepare yourself and arrive at the meeting on time...
but Xavier can't keep his hands to himself, so you might have to come a little late.
Your latest mission lasted for eleven days. It was a big, complicated case that required thorough investigations that had you running all over the small yet strange town that's far from Linkon. Luckily, everything went well and now you're back in your apartment.
Once you returned home around eleven-thirty at night, your boyfriend was waiting for you with takeout food to enjoy together for dinner.
After dinner, you had a long bath, and Xavier joined you. For the rest of the night, he showed you just how much he missed you.
Once you closed your eyes, your body finally shut down from exhaustion. Unfortunately, you couldn't sleep in because you still have to analyze and report about your mission early in the morning. You were the team leader, so you absolutely have to be there on time.
You started off quite badly.
You had set an alarm and you did wake up on time, but your bed was just so soft and warm. Also, the arms wrapped around your stomach didn't want to let go. What can you do?
Five more minutes, you said.
You closed your eyes and cuddled with Xavier for five more minutes.
Seven minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
If it wasn't for the backup alarm you set off, you would've really fallen in a deep sleep. This time, you forced yourself to break free from Xavier's comfortable embrace and wallow in the morning coldness as you get out of bed.
You headed to the bathroom to do your daily morning routine, then you started to make breakfast for yourself and Xavier, so he has something to eat once he wakes up later on.
Or not...
He's up now.
"Xavier?" Without facing away from the counter table as you make coffee, you glanced at him over your shoulders just for a second. "You're up early. You don't have to come to work today right? You can go back to sleep."
He's walking up to you with his eyes still partly closed, hair slightly messy, and his clothes have been left behind in your bedroom floor. He's only wearing his black boxers, so you can see all the marks that you gifted him all over his body.
But it's only fair since he left even more marks on you. You had hickeys all over your neck, chest, and thighs. There were a couple of bite marks, too, though they're in areas that will be covered once you put on your work uniform later.
"It's cold..." Xavier mumbled as he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your left shoulder.
You chuckled at him. "Then maybe put on some clothes or a robe."
"Maybe you should go back to bed and cuddle with me." he replied in his low morning voice.
"I have to go to the meeting today." you reminded him. "Andrew's gonna scold me if I get there late."
"Who cares about him?" Xavier brushes his lips against the shell of your left ear. "Care for me instead. I'm cold."
His arms tightened their hold around you, pulling you close to him so there's no space between your bodies.
Xavier exhales a warm breath as his lips traveled down to your neck and pressed them against your skin softly. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back as he revisits one of the marks that he'd left there last night.
His left arm remained around your waist, and his other hand went underneath your oversized shirt and cupped your right breast, fingers enclosing on your nipple.
"Xavier..."
As you called out his name, he slightly bent you forward and thrusted his hips against your ass, letting you feel his bulge through his boxers.
His teeth caught your ear, lightly tugging on your earlobes. "They can wait. I can't." His left hand slid down from your waist and slipped inside your shorts, straight in your panties to feel you getting wet for him.
His entire body suddenly heated up as he felt you. His mouth watered and his cock throbbed with excitement. Xavier got on his knees and pulled down your shorts and underwear, causing you to gasp with surprise.
You turned around to face him, but rather than words, moans came out of your mouth as Xavier's lips made their way between your thighs and his tongue lapped on you.
"F-fuck - Xavier...." Your right hand rested on his head, fingers weaving through his soft hair while your left hand held onto the counter table behind you to keep you stable.
Your legs were shaking and weakening as Xavier eats you out. His tongue was hitting all the right spots since he knows every inch of your body, memorizing where you're most sensitive.
Xavier rubbed himself after pulling down his boxers, already leaking with his own arousal. He kept his eyes on your face, enjoying the expressions you wear as he makes you cry with pleasure.
Last night wasn't enough. Being separated for eleven days made him feel so lonely. So starved.
As your partner at work, he would usually be with you in missions so he didn't need to worry about being separated from you. Your last mission was just one of those rare cases when he was needed elsewhere and couldn't join you.
Now that he has you in front of him, it's hard to contain himself.
You let out a long breath that's a mixture of relief, confusion and disappointment as Xavier withdrew his mouth from your core.
He's finally letting you go.
"We can continue when I get back - ah!"
He carefully picked you up to sit you on the counter table and dove his face back between your thighs to devour you like he's never had you before.
"X-xavier... gonna be late...."
"Hmm?" The vibration caused by his response almost made you come.
"I'm gonna be late..."
He blinked at you with innocent eyes after pulling away from your thighs. "It'll be fine if it's just for a few minutes."
"You...."
How could he look at you like that when he's doing unholy things with his mouth? When he's stroking his dripping cock as he makes you fall apart with his tongue?
You dug your fingers through his hair and arched your back, mewling as you reach your climax. Xavier took one peek at you and wasted no time in moving his tongue faster and deeper into you.
Your toes curled and your hips shuddered as you came on his face.
"Fuck...."
You took a moment to collect yourself, wiping sweat from your forehead.
"That was so... you're so..."
He really had you out of breath and lightheaded.
Xavier licked his lips as he stood back up and brushed the bridge of his nose against yours. "Five more minutes won't hurt, right?"
"What?"
He pushed his hips between your thighs, showing off his cock that's been seeping with pre-cum. Your hand immediately reached out to touch it, running your fingers up and down from the tip to its base.
Xavier's breath hitched from your touch, though he quickly caught your wrist to stop you. Without another word, he took his cock and slowly guided it inside you.
He buried his face against your neck as he started to thrust back and forth, slowly, just for a moment to give you time to get comfortable. Then, he increased his pace and put his hands on your hips to keep you in place as he pounds into you, just as hard as he was doing last night.
You were squeezing him so tightly, he can't help but push himself even deeper. You felt so good, he couldn't find it in him to keep himself under control. He thrusted uncontrollably, grunting quietly with dark, lustful eyes glued to your breasts.
Your nails sank through the skin of his back, feeling like you're drowning with euphoria and needing to grasp something to keep yourself grounded.
Your lips are parted apart, breathing heavily as he slides in and out of you rapidly. Once again, you felt the tingling and clenching sensation by your stomach and hips as you feel yourself coming.
"Xavier...!"
The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed throughout your apartment, not too long before being joined by Xavier's moans as he suddenly came.
He pulled out his cock from you and released on your thighs, only just a few seconds before you finished. Your chest rose up and down while Xavier rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed and catching his breath.
Then, Xavier passionately yet briefly kissed your lips and dropped a soft peck on your each of your hands.
"Have a good day at work, love. Come back soon."
He smiles softly before returning back to your bedroom. He was going back to sleep while you...are probably going to be scolded for arriving late for your meeting.
