caleb is totally the type to completely ignore a deep thing that mc said and reply with something dumb like “uhhhh i really wanna kiss you right now” like ok bud……
❕cw: pseudo-incest, intoxication, mentions of alcohol, p in v sex, exhibitionism, breast play
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the air around caleb changes in the summer.
maybe it's a placebo, all in her head—but he tastes sweeter when their tongues caress one another. it makes her blood boil with an insatiable need. the grass blades that imprint her knees and mosquito bites are physical reminders. that and the fact that her bikini top is untied, breasts spilling out into the humid july evening air.
only caleb can make her act so extravagantly out of place during a historical linkon heatwave. hell, even the wanderers feared heat so blazingly hot.
her lips are swollen from the kissing that has already taken place, her tongue tasting the sunscreen on his clavicle. it mingles with the smell of fuel and fireworks. familiar, masculine, and irrevocably delicious. it makes her insides melt, hips moving more against his as she straddles him on the picnic blanket.
each time another firework blasts in the sky, she jumps a little. if it weren't for his sweet kisses, she'd be annoyed with his chuckles at her for being a scaredy-cat.
"what if someone sees us?" it's probably the millionth time she's asked.
"i'll kill 'em." he hums into the shell of her ear, palms groping both of her tits and massaging them.
"ha. very funny."
"live a little, baby." she hears the smile in his voice, letting her fingers drag through his roots.
there's an irony behind his words that she wants to point out, but each time she thinks about chastising him, another bloom of colorful gunpowder sets off. her stomach flips and for a moment she wonders if there's a similar light show happening inside of her. each brush of his hands against her torso brings that explosive feeling to her core.
"you should see how beautiful you look right now." his voice is low and slightly slurred, pupils blown out by his heightened desire.
"how much twisted tea did you have again?" she asks with a breathy laugh, feeling sweat drip down the dip of her back. it's a dumb question because she's more drunk than he is, still pushing any button she can find on him.
his jaw clenches like he can see every thought soaring through her mind.
"enough to fuck you right here. isn't it kinda romantic? with the fireworks n'all that."
"mhm-hmm," her arms wrap around his neck, thumbs brushing the fresh crop of his buzzcut "very romantic."
it's odd, seeing him like this, as if he had never died and lost an arm. as if he weren't the colonel of an important fleet that had government influence. unimaginable power. just plain ol' caleb, her older brother, who sometimes does naughty things with her as long as he's there to supervise.
"earth to pip-squeak. do i have to be inside of you to keep you from floatin' away?"
yes.
she doesn't say it out loud, but it gets her to pull his cock out quick enough. his tip glides along her entrance before she fully seats herself, plunging him into the very depths of her cunt. both of them moan in unison, her nails breaking through his tan skin.
"f-fuck, gege. so big," she gasps like it's something she hadn’t discovered already.
wasting no time, he hammers into her pussy from below, not even sparing her a second to adjust to his fury. each bounce on his lap has a broken cry slipping from her lips.
this is exactly what summer should feel like— caleb permeating her body like the sweltering sun.
If anyone else told you the big bad wolf Valko was a virgin, you would’ve laughed in their face.
But here he was, your Valko, hovering over you in his bed, ears twitching, tail thumping nervously against the mattress as he tried (and failed) to look collected.
“You’re sure?” he asked again, voice low and rough, one hand trembling slightly where it gripped your hip. His cock was heavy and flushed against your thigh, leaking steadily just from kissing and grinding. “We can stop anytime. I don’t… I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve never-“
You cupped his face, pulling him down into a slow, deep kiss until he melted against you with a soft rumble.
“I want this,” you whispered against his lips. “I want you. Right now.”
He made a broken sound and nodded, forehead pressed to yours as he lined himself up. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your entrance and your eyes widened.
Holy fuck.
You were just realising how big he was. Thicker and longer than you expected, the sheer size of him making your thighs tremble before he even pushed in.
Valko noticed your reaction immediately. “Too much?” he asked, voice tight with worry, ears flattening. “We can-“
“Don’t you dare stop,” you breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Just… go slow.”
He swallowed hard and pushed forward.
The stretch had your eyes fluttering shut. You gasped as he sank in inch by inch, moving slowly and carefully, his jaw clenched like he was fighting every instinct to thrust hard. His hands gripped the sheets on either side of your head, trembling.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice cracking. “So warm… all mine…”
He bottomed out with a soft, trembling whimper, buried to the hilt. For a moment he just stayed there, shaking, breathing hard against your neck.
“Am I… am I doing okay?” he asked shakily, clearly unsure. “Tell me if it hurts. Please.”
“You’re perfect,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Move, Valko- please.”
He started moving. Slow, experimental thrusts at first, learning your body with every roll of his hips. But the second he found the angle that made you cry out and clench around him, instinct took over.
His pace picked up, moving with more vigor and intent, hips snapping forward with growing confidence even as he kept checking in.
You could barely understand the question. Your mind was spinning, body burning with pleasure as he fucked you so deep you felt him in your stomach. He was so thick, stretching you open so perfectly, and every thrust made you see stars.
“So good- fuck, Valko- don’t stop-“ you babbled, head thrown back, completely cockdrunk. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him like you never wanted him to leave.
Valko groaned, the sound raw and desperate. He didn’t expect it to feel this good. So tight. So warm. Gripping him like your pussy was made for him.
“Shit- you feel incredible,” he growled, hips losing rhythm as instinct completely took over. “So wet… so perfect for me…”
Then he felt it.
Something swelling at the base of his cock. His knot.
His eyes widened in surprise. “Wait- wait- I’ve never-“ He tried to pull back slightly but your legs locked tighter around him.
“Don’t- inside,” you gasped, so far gone you could barely think. “Please, Valko-“
He couldn’t hold back. With a broken moan he pushed deep and let it happen. His knot swelled, locking him inside you as he came hard, pulsing hot and thick, filling you up more than you thought possible.
The feeling of his knot stretching you, locking you together, sent you over the edge again with a cry of his name.
Valko collapsed on top of you, careful even in his haze, arms wrapping tight around your body as he shuddered through the aftershocks. His tail curled around your leg. His face stayed buried in your neck, breathing you in like you were oxygen.
“Was that… okay?” he mumbled shyly after a long moment, ears still slightly lowered even as his knot kept you tied together. “I didn’t expect… that. I’ve never… fuck, you felt too good. I couldn’t stop.”
You laughed breathlessly, fingers threading through his hair as you kissed the top of his head.
“You were perfect,” you whispered, still trembling around him. “My good boy.”
He huffed softly, but the way he nuzzled deeper into you, rumbling happily, said everything.
୨୧ — “Hey.” Valko's voice is rough, scratchy, but he's trying for lightness, “You still in there, sweetheart? Or did I fuck you into another dimension?”
“Mmm.”
It's the only response you can manage. Your brain is still offline, your thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. You feel boneless, liquid, like someone has scooped out your insides and replaced them with warm honey.
“M’good,” you finally manage, the words slurring together, “‘M’really... really good.”
A soft huff escapes him- almost a laugh, edged with disbelief. Valko's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear track, smearing salt and sweat- and then he really looks at you.
His golden eyes travel slowly down your body.
The bruises blooming on your hips. The red marks circling your wrists. Your cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already ruined sheets, cunt gaped and swollen from his knot. Body absolutely limp against the mattress, trembling faintly with aftershocks…
The playful smile on his face... falters.
“I…” He swallows hard. His hand hovers over the finger shaped bruises on your hip, not quite touching, like he's afraid to cause more damage. “...I lost control again.”
“S’okay-”
Look at her. Wrecked. Because of me. Because I couldn't- …She's pregnant, the thought slices through him. She's carrying your pups and you still couldn't- you still-
“Valko.” Your hand finds his jaw, weak and trembling but there, “M’okay. Promise.”
He doesn't look convinced, “I should've been more careful. You're-” His gaze drops to your belly, the swell of it unmistakable now. “-you're pregnant. With twins. And I just-”
“Fucked me exactly how I wanted?” You manage a tired smile, “Yeah. Terrible. How dare you.”
A laugh escapes him, “Brat.”
“Hmm~ But I’m your brat.”
His thumb traces your cheekbone, impossibly gentle, “In my defense, you make it really hard to hold back when you beg like that.”
You try to swat at him, but your arm just... flops. Pathetically.
He grins, “Cute.”
"Sh'up."
“Make me.” He leans down, pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, “Actually, don't. You can barely move. It wouldn't be a fair fight.” Another kiss, this one to the tip of your nose. “Don't move a muscle, not one. Doctor Valko’s orders.”
“You're not- not a doctor-”
“Hmph, well i’m your personal one tonight.”
He vanishes into the bathroom -click of the light, hiss of running water- before returning with a warm washcloth draped over his shoulder and a glass of water in hand.
“Drink first.” He tips the glass to your lips, patient, waiting while you take small sips.The first swipe of the warm cloth across your cheek is heaven. He works with focused gentleness that steals your absolute breath away- wiping the mascara threatening to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly, the slick mess from your inner thighs.
But his movements are almost too careful now. Like you're made of glass. Like he's terrified of breaking you further.
The cloth moves higher, and his expression shifts again- guilt flickering through the warmth as he reaches your collar. The bite mark there has dried, crusted with blood, the perfect imprint of his teeth purpling against your skin.
“Shit.” He winces, dabbing carefully at the wound. “I really did a number on you here, huh?”
“I liked it, felt good~” you mumble.
“Yeah?” A hint of that playful smirk returns. “Liked getting marked up by your big bad wolf?”
Then his gaze falls on something in the corner of the bed, “Oh, perfect.” a silly gift he'd given you months ago that had somehow become a permanent fixture in your shared space. The little stuffed wolf has button eyes and an embroidered smile, and it's quite possibly the most ridiculous thing he's ever purchased.
He loves it. (He loves that you love it.)
“Look who's here,” he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed wolf bob and weave in front of your nose. “Mr. Wolfie was very concerned. He heard all that screaming and thought something terrible was happening.”
You snort weakly.
Valko pitches his voice higher, making the plush nod sagely. “‘Are you okay?' Mr. Wolfie asks. ‘That big mean wolf wasn't too rough, was he? Should I bite him?’”
“Oh my god-”
“‘I'll protect you,’” Valko continues, completely shameless, pressing the little grey snout against your cheek in a playful kiss, “‘I'm very brave. Very fierce. Grr.’”
The childish gesture is so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless- who'd knotted you so deep you'd sobbed- that you can't help but giggle. “Valkooo,” you finally manage, pinching his nose weakly, “I'm okay.”
Then you look up at him, one hand drifting to rest on your belly, “We're all okay. All three of us. I promise.”
His ears perk up at that- both standing tall and alert, swiveling toward you like satellite dishes catching the most important signal in the world. Something in his expression cracks open, the playfulness still there (never fully gone, with him) but bleeding into something rawer underneath. Something that looks like home.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest and tucking Mr. Wolfie securely in your arms. His face nuzzling into your hair, breathing you in like you're the only air worth having.
“All three of you,” he repeats softly. His palm spreads warm over the swell of your belly, right where his pups are growing. “My little pack”
His lips brush your forehead as his tail wraps around your legs and hips like a living blanket, soft fur warming every inch it touches.
“My pups,” he whispers, quiet and wondering, thumb tracing slow circles over your bump. “My beautiful wife. All mine.”
His chin comes to rest atop your head. The tail curls tighter, cocooning you in red softness,
Safe. Loved. His.
When sleep finally pulls you under, it's to the steady thrum of his heartbeat and the soft rumble of some half remembered lullaby hummed against your hair.
୨୧ — Valko was sprawled on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed, hair an absolute disaster, ears twitching occasionally at sounds only he could hear. His tail had escaped the covers sometime in the night and lay flopped over your legs like a furry anchor.
It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.
You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.
His nose twitched.
There it is.
You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.
“Mmrph” A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on, “Why's it smell like... cake?”
“Good morning to you too.”
One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, “‘S not my birthday.”
“It literally is.”
He buried his face back into the pillow, “Birthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.”
You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.
Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me.
“Made you a cake,” you said in the sweetest fucking voice.
His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.
“…What kind?”
“Chocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercream… There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."
His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.
She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.
You didn't get to finish the sentence.
Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.
“You,” he said roughly, “are so annoying.”
“Rude. I made you cake-“
“The most annoying person I've ever met.” He kissed your forehead. “Insufferable even.” Your nose. “Absolutely unbearable.” The corner of your mouth.
You cupped his face in both hands.
“Happy birthday, my little wolfie.”
He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.
And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.
You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.
His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.
Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her.
“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “wanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?”
He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.
“Five more minutes.” He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, “Then presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.”
“...It's eight AM.”
“And? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.”
“That math doesn't-“
He dropped back down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, “My birthday. My math.”
summary: valko said you were only friends, but when you draw the line, will he be able to give up the closeness he's grown so attached to?
tags: valko x reader, friends to lovers, slight angst w/ happy ending, pre-relationship, situationship if you squint your eyes
word count: 1.2k
photo credits: Game8
"I'm entertaining... a friend," Valko said to someone over the phone.
Hoho, so I'm a friend? Is what you thought, feeling amused after overhearing the conversation.
Just weeks later, you found yourself entangled in Valko's strong, thick arms. You were sitting on a chair across the mirror, preparing yourself for work. Valko was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, his head buried against your waist as he inhaled your fragrant scent.
After you brushed your hair and finished your final touches, you held his arm. "Valko, I should go now..."
His wolf ears perked as he nuzzled deeper into your waist. "Just a bit more," His tail wagged restlessly.
You stared at him for a while before you caressed his cheek softly. "Valko," you called out.
He raised his head and his eyes locked with yours with a soft gaze. His right eyebrow raised as if he were trying to read the thoughts behind your eyes.
"Um... we should refrain from doing these kinds of things so often."
As soon as he heard your statement, the restless swaying of his tail suddenly halted, falling flat to the floor. His eyes widened, and his golden eyes flickered with disbelief.
"Refrain...?" He repeated, ears twitching before drooping. "From what things?" he asked, a faint hint of tremor slipping in his voice as though unsure as to whether he had heard you correctly.
You nodded. "You know... all these hugging, sleeping together in one bed," you shyly said.
As if the world came crashing down on him, Valko sat frozen.
The color drained from his face.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, voice weary.
You quickly shook your head, hands still caressing his cheeks. "No, no! It's not like that. You did not do anything wrong."
Even though you reassured him, his shoulders remained tense, bracing himself for what you were going to say. You sighed heavily, searching for the right words.
"It's just that, when you think about it," you rubbed the back of your head. "... friends do not act this way, Valko."
Valko's brows knit together, trying to make sense of what you were saying.
"They don't cling to each other with every chance they get," you continued. "They don't fall asleep in the same bed almost every night... and they definitely don't kiss," you rubbed his head, trying to not hurt his feelings any further. "I am just worried that acting like this might cause unnecessary rumors, especially because many people's eyes are on you."
Silence settled between the two of you.
Valko's gaze fell to the ground, his ears drooped lower as the words echoed in his mind.
Friends don't act this way.
The sentence remained on his mind more than he wanted to.
Just as you were about to break the silence, your phone rang, reflecting Tara on the screen.
You gently released yourself from Valko's arms, pressing the answer button on your phone's screen. "Hello?"
["Where are you, gorgeous?"] Tara's voice came through the speaker. ["Don't tell me you're still at home. Meeting starts in a few minutes."]
"Oh, shit— I totally forgot. I'll hurry." You ended the call, grabbed your bag, and slipped your phone inside.
You looked at Valko and patted his head softly. "We'll clear things up later, okay? You still have work, you should go too."
He looked at you with pained eyes, but he managed to force out a smile. "... Okay."
The moment you stepped inside your apartment, you let out a long sigh.
Today's conversation replayed in your mind for what felt like the hundredth time.
"...I really should explain it properly." You set your bag down at the table, slipping your hand inside to grab your phone. Worried, your thumb hovered over Valko's contact as several thoughts formed in your head.
What if you had hurt him? Maybe you worded it too harshly. Maybe he thought you were pushing him away.
Before you could call him, you heard a knock on your door.
You approached the door and stared at it for a few seconds, mustering your courage, feeling the familiar presence on the other side.
You clicked the door open and saw Valko standing unnaturally, with his hands behind him. "Hi, Valko."
"Hello..." His ears twitched, looking away.
"Um... about this morning, I am sorry." You scratched your head. "I don't want you to think that I am pushing you away," you explained.
You looked at him and saw his uneasy expression as he waited for you to continue.
"I like being with you, Valko. I like spending time with you," you straightforwardly spoke, blushing heavily as your heart thumped. "I- I just don't think... I just don't think it's appropriate to call it friends when we—"
"I don't want to be friends anymore." The words burst out of him before you could finish.
His ears shot upright, and his tail wagged anxiously. For a moment, even he was surprised by his outburst.
"Sorry, I interrupted you." He looked at you, looked away, and looked back at you again. "I tried imagining it earlier."
"I tried thinking about not being able to hold your hand. I tried thinking, not being able to see you every day or hug you," he paused.
Your eyes softened at his words, and your hands lowered from holding the knob.
"I tried thinking of us being separated because we're just friends," he frowned. "But I don't want that." His eyes looked pained, and his huge body seemed to shrink, as if he were bullied.
"Valko..."
"I hated it. I want hugs, lots of them. I want to hug you."
He looked at you firmly, tail wagging softly as he expressed himself.
"I like spending time with you."
"I like it when you pinch my nose."
"I like it when you pat my head."
"I like holding you. I like it when you hold me too."
"... I love waiting for you to come home."
You could not mutter anything and could only swallow. Your heart rang in your ears, muffling all the rustling sounds in your surroundings, and you could only hear his voice.
"If friends can't do that..." he inhaled deeply, pursing his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second. "May I ask you on a date?!"
His eyes slowly opened, studying your face for a second.
"Oops. Didn't mean to shout." He covered his tomato-colored face, feeling embarrassed, his ears folding slightly.
You could not help but smile at his silliness and ended up approaching him. How could you even resist a big baby who yearns only for you?
Before you could reach him, his eyes widened. He just remembered something important.
"Ah—!" A flower bouquet appeared in front of you. The ribbon was tied a little crookedly, and several petals were slightly out of place. "Here. For you."
You chuckled softly, noticing how the bouquet was slightly worn out, with some wolf hair stuck on it.
"Thank you, Valko. I appreciate it." You took the bouquet from his hand. "And yes, let's go on plenty of dates, shall we?"
You could have sworn you saw his gold eyes light up instantly, and his mouth opened slightly, as if bewildered by your words.
"Oh—I know a place." He turned around and placed one arm crossed over his chest while the other rested on it, his fist tucked beneath his chin in thought.
You listened to him babble some words and ended up giggling upon seeing his tail waggling in excitement.
"Um, Valko, there are some petals stuck on your tail."
a/n: guys, i am so happy we reached 8 followers! thank you for the support in my previous fics. additionally, i have decided to use the small fonts for all types of fics that i will write. and again, this was supposed to be very short, but i had so much fun writing this that it ended up a bit long. also, sorry for the mass posting TT, i'm writing as much as i can because once school starts, i believe i'll only be able to post once a week or once every two weeks. also, i have a sylus fic in the back of my head, but it'll take a while hehe. anyway, BRING VALKO BACK, INFOLD!!! enjoy reading! <3
been seeing those "climbing my boyfriend to see if he'll notice" videos and valko would 1000% let you climb him like a jungle gym while not batting an eye. he doesn't even notice you setting up your phone and pressing record because he's so locked into his work. you would start climbing up onto the back on his chair and fully swinging your legs over his shoulders to the front of his chest. and the only thing he thinks to do is to hold your legs and stabilize you and as you continue your ascent to fully sit on his shoulders.
his eyebrows are still furrowed but softer now that you're in his presence. you tug on his hair like ratatouille and he's so surprised by the force that he yelps and actually goes with you. of course, he catches you and steers you back to center. the giggles are off the charts as valko has been accustomed with your silly ways. you comb his hair back and scratch his scalp as he taps away on his keyboard.
you try and ask questions to see if you can rile him up but he is genuinely so happy with answering them.
"whatcha doin?"
i'm just finishing these reports honey bunches of oats, i'll be done in 10 minutes max.
"what does that mean?"
it's just an identifier we use for the different types of metals we have.
"what should we have for dinner?"
mmm, maybe that yummy chicken you made last week. i thought about it this morning.
"who's my pretty boy?" you reach under his chin and give him the lightest scratch. his eyes sparkle as he looks up at you, giving you that love sick puppy smile that shows his canines.
caleb had always been that way. even now, with a grungier fringe and colonel uniform, he still has that deep care inside of him. heart woven on his sleeve for her eyes only.
he's shirtless, crawling on the bed towards her with his zipper undone and his hard cock trying to push past his boxers. the way his shoulder muscles move like a leopard on the prowl has her in a trance, heart beating in her throat as he gets closer and closer. her legs open for him, but he closes them, bending her knees to fold her inward. the back of her thighs lies exposed, and his tongue runs across his bottom lip.
"i know what you are." she hums, peeking around to see his eyes gleam.
he's pretty enough to pass as innocent, but those eyes are intimidating. he runs the tip of his nose up her sensitive skin, breathing her in slowly. waves of shivers go down her spine when the whites of his eyes expose themselves to pure pleasure. it takes a while for him to focus— to come back from the high of her scent.
"mhm-hmm. yeah? what's that?" caleb’s voice pours out like molasses.
lifting from beneath her, he looks at her expectantly. frilly white socks are soft to the touch beneath his fingertips, a muted chuckle rumbling in his chest when she nudges his cheek with her big toe. he bites it in retaliation, then sucks onto it to soothe the ache. another kick is in motion until his bruising fingers grip her ankle, smiling that idiotic smile at her.
"my perverted brother."
that really gets a belly laugh out of him, and a sudden wave of whiplash hits her when he presses himself onto her sex. friction of clothes can be so enticing, reminding her of the days back at josephine’s on the couch. nostalgia works its goosebumps onto her skin and a pathetic hiccup comes out of her mouth.
“don’t ruin the moment— hngh!”
“isn’t that what brothers do? ruin stuff just to rouse their mei mei?”
before she can respond, he’s quick to mute her with one brief curl of a knuckle down the wet patch of her underwear. already crawling back down to position himself between her legs, he goes for another inhale. queue his eyes rolling backwards.
“speechless?”
“what do you want me to say?” her voice quivers, praying that he’ll skip his twisted version of foreplay and get on with it.
“i want you to say how much you love my mouth,” hot puffs of breath encompass her mound “and how much you love your caleb. want you to cum with my name on your tongue, forever and always. how’s that sound?”
sentimental, even when he’s seconds away from devouring her. but even worse is how it brings her tears of relief to have that beautiful face between her thighs, the soft sound of rustling bedsheets and his slurping of her cunt.
“i love my caleb’s mouth— o-oh, right there, yes,”
surrendering to him is the easiest thing in the world.
synopsis :: your boyfriend is very excitedly telling you all about the new addition to his collection but honestly you were too focused on how hot he looks whenever he nerds out.
tags :: MDNI, 1.8k (not proofread sorry), cunnilingus, improper use of keyboard (don't ask just trust), nerdy! valko, dirty talk, degradation with praise, little to no plot, dry humping, perv4perv, edging, slight overstimulation, squirting, fingering, hair pulling, valko calls reader pup/puppy, aftercare implied.
A/N: hi...first valko post pls be nice i haven't written smut in months and also im ovulating so low key this might make no sense but im petty and infold will not take pookie away from me that easily so pls enjoy ♡.
It's not your fault, it really isn't— how is a woman supposed to act when her man is looking too delicious to not devour.
Despite him being half wolf it really feels like you are the animal here because all day you had been staring at him like a piece of meat being dangled in your face.
You don't need to check your phone to know you were ovulating because there is no other explanation for how you are sitting on his lap while he innocently unboxes his newest keyboard all giddy meanwhile your body and brain were fighting demons.
Little did you know he noticed, you weren't exactly all that subtle with how often you shifted your hips on his lap to "get more comfortable" but he chose to ignore it, wanting to see how far you can contain yourself, he wasn't all that clueless, it was impossible for him to not smell your arousal but even more impossible to not tease you.
"I can finally try out the new switches I got for my keyboard." He quickly got to work arranging all of his things on the desk.
Your eyes follow the furrow in his eyebrows and how he bit hid lip in concentration.
"These are the cherry mx clear switches which should be a little louder than the last ones I got! They have a more clicky sound to them see since they are more tactile, it's because they are not linear." He demonstrated typing into the quiet room that soon was filled with the sounds of the key pads echoing, not in obnoxious way, still, valko was very particular whenever it came to these things though you could swear they sound no different than the last ones he got.
"So what's the difference between these and the other ones?" You ask, half genuinely curious and half trying to distract yourself from jumping his bones like a feral cat in heat.
"They have the same actuation and travel rate but these ones need a little more force." He explained, all animated, fixing his glasses as they slip down his nose.
"The red ones need 20g less force which could be better if you want to prioritize speed but personally I think higher is better so I avoid miss clicking so often without sacrificing speed as much too—"
Your eyes have not left his face for a single moment, you have no idea what the fuck he even said or what any of that means but you nod along nonetheless, there was something about how he talked so confidently and passionately about his hobbies that made you dizzy with need.
He noticed your confused face and let out a quiet laugh that went straight to your core, you subconsciously fidget more, leaning closer to him.
Valko wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you in more.
"Are you even paying attention to me right now?" He pouted, mischief written in his face.
"Of course I was!" You cough, covering up how your face felt hot from how he stared down at you.
"Really?" He whispered against your lips.
You hum acting nonchalant despite your heartbeat roaring against your chest.
"What was I talking about then?" The arm that was wrapped around your waist slowly moved to your hips stopping your movements.
Your eyes widen, not even realizing you had been humping his leg this entire time.
Valko leaned back into his gaming chair, adjusting his hips, purposely thrusting up against you to hear that little gasp leave your lips, amber eyes never once leaving you, tracing your face and body.
"You were talking a-about— nghh— about—" You try to save the last of your dignity but he was quick to tighten his grip on your hips to move you on his lap with practiced ease till you were on top of his hard cock, he hissed.
The soft sounds coming from you were music to his sensitive ears, better than any keyboard switch until he got an idea, smirking.
"How about this, pup." His other hand carefully caressed your cheek watching how you nuzzled into his warmth, his heart swelling.
"How about we test this new keyboard in a different way?" You could almost read his thoughts.
You nod, fully trusting him.
"Words, pup." He came closer.
"Okay." You whisper breathlessly.
"Good girl." He chuckled suddenly manhandling you on his desk, you squeal hands quick to grab at his shoulders.
"You trust me?"
"Yes."
He carefully placed you on top of his new keyboard, your breath hitches.
"You know what to do."
You move your hips hesitantly, scared to break it from your weight.
His pushed you down firmly, not forcing, never that but encouraging you.
You gasp, the only barrier between you and the key pads was your panties that were slick with raw need.
Valko watched, leaning back against his chair, eyes stripping you naked till your soul was bare to him.
Every shift made the pads rub just right against your throbbing clit, your body was possessed with the need for his approval.
"Eyes on me." His command made you dizzy, hazy eyes desperately trying to maintain contact.
"Just like that, so filthy."
"You're just a dumb puppy, aren't you?"
"Look at this mess, you gonna clean it up after, puppy?"
"Fuckkkk, don't stop."
The click sounds slowly start to sound more chaotic and uncoordinated with your peak nearing from his demeaning words, you loved how be talked you through it.
Before you can ask for permission valko moves, stopping your movements, you cry out in frustration, nails digging into his arms until streaks of blood were visible.
"Not so fast." He whispered against your ear, biting and licking until he reached your neck, your scent driving him crazy, it was the most intoxicating and addictive thing.
You try to grab his bulge, his own arousal evident but he was quick to stop you, your whine makes him laugh.
"Not tonight, not before I get a taste."
You shiver.
His fingers carefully trace along your underwear, avoiding where you needed him the most on purpose.
"Val—" You whine.
"Shhh."
"But—"
Your thoughts all crumble when you feel his thumb press down firmly on your clit. Your whimpers were fueling him more.
His thumb adding more pressure, moving in slow and tight circles that made your vision blur. Each time you neared your climax he purposefully stopped his movements.
"Val, please please please—"
He was planning to tease you more but he couldn't wait himself anymore.
Finally giving your clit his full undivided attention you cry out withering around him.
Spots of white scatter in your vision, mouth falling in a silent scream, not fully registering the clear spurts that covered his keyboard and desk.
"There. You. Go." He groaned watching you unfold in front of him.
He lets you catch your breath for a moment, head resting against his chest before he pulled you away slowly, "not done yet." dropping to his knees, free hand pulling you off of the keyboard that was covered in your cum.
Your body felt like puddy, molding to his every will. Your eyes widen when you notice him lick the keyboard clean, his dark eyes watching you like were his next meal, oh how the tables turned.
He moved to take off his glasses but you stop him.
"Keep them, please."
How could he dare say no to you when you use your manners?
He nuzzled against your stomach, breathing you in like you were the most intoxicating drug.
His lips leaving gentle kisses down to your thighs, big hands parting them, a groan leaving his lips at how soaked you were.
"Mine." His possessively mumbled, not really meant to for you to hear but your heart stuttered when you caught his quiet confession.
He wastes no time, diving into your cunt like he was worshiping a goddess. Still keeping your panties, only moving them to the side after he licks a long slow strip from your slit to your aching clit.
You bite you lip trying to stop the embarrassing noises from leaving your lips but he doesn't let you.
"If you keeping doing that you not cumming on my cock tonight, pup." He whispered loud enough for you to hear.
When he finally makes contact with your bare skin your hips buck, he holds you still, devouring you, all messy and sloppy, squelching sounds mix in with your loud whines.
His tongue was on a mission to steal all your oxygen. Your hands quickly find purchase on his hair, pulling it harder and harder and he lets you, feeling an absurd amount of pre stain his pants.
He was completely marked in your scent, nose dumping against your clit in a rhythm that matched the way he ravaged your insides with his tongue.
The way his name became the only coherent word you could let out had him drunk. By tomorrow you knew bruises would appear on your hips from his grip but none of that mattered. You wanted his mark on you too.
The visual of his glasses fogging up while he diligently ate you like you were the sweetest thing had your pussy tightening around his tongue.
"Val!" You cried, pulling his hair harder.
Valko groaned, knowing what you wanted he sealed his lips around your clit, fingers quick to replace his tongue, pumping in and out of you till your breath caught.
"Breathe, pup." He reminded you before diving back in. Your lungs burn trying to remember how to breathe in oxygen, your spread legs wrapping around his head now, too drunk to realize he himself wasn't breathing at all and valko did not care one bit, he loved every second of this.
"C-can't—" You gasp.
"Yes. You can." He encouraged you, fingers never once stopping their pace, hard and deep just how you liked it. He moved, nose against your own now, his lips capture yours, the taste of you on his tongue made your pussy grip his fingers tighter, valko groan at how erotic it all was, finally taking his glasses off to see you better and he swore he could cum just from seeing your eyes roll as you came all over him, messier than ever, more clear liquid splattered everywhere but he didn't stop until you were a crying mess, shushing you with sweet kisses.
"There you goooo."
"So pretty for me."
"So good, so good for me." He praise made you more lightheaded.
He caressed your hair, helping you calm down from your intense orgasm.
"Breathe for me baby, slowly."
"Yeah, just like that." He smiled noticing how content you looked with your eyes closed.
"Better?" He asked.
"So much better." You sighed, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him into soft kisses as he moved you to the bed, holding you in his warm and strong arms for the rest of the night.
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