Summary: Valko's got something on his mind. It's not all that hard to figure out what. [Warnings: spicy at the end but not explicit smut / talk of babies and implied pregnancy]
Note: As a woman who's married to a man who has way more intense baby fever than I do, this one goes out to my real-life husband. Who, honestly, bears a suspicious resemblance to Valko in terms of personality (at least in my fics... *ahem*). He would give me the goofiest side-eye if he knew I was using him as inspiration for sexy werewolf fanfiction 😂 Written for Little Wolf July Prompt 12: Wolf Cub
There were a few rules in life. Evenings meant quiet time. And quiet time meant cuddles.
Lately, Valko's favorite position to be in was crammed between your thighs while you read, his head resting on your stomach like it was his personal pillow.
It was perfect for running your fingers through his hair, which was exactly what you were doing now, in between flipping through pages of your book. Valko made a small, sad noise when you took your hand off his head to turn to the next page, and you laughed at his clinginess.
"You're so needy, Val." Even as you teased him, you mercifully replaced the hand in his hair, and Valko's arms tightened around your waist.
"Yeah," he agreed. "Need you."
You hummed soundlessly as your fingers worked through his short hair, easing out tension until Valko had practically turned to a puddle in your lap.
"You've been antsy tonight," you continued. "Something on your mind?"
It was nice to see Valko relaxed, but he had been awfully squirmy earlier. Fingers curling against your leg, hips, waist - anywhere he could reach as he twisted to get comfortable.
"Do you ever think about having pups?"
Valko's voice was muffled, from the way his face was pressed into your stomach, and at first you weren't sure if you'd heard him correctly.
"Do I what?"
"Sorry. Don't answer that." Valko all but let out a groan, shaking his head softly side to side.
"No, Val - what did you say?" You shifted slightly, and Valko raised his head to meet your gentle eyes. There was fear written over his face. And... embarrassment?
"You don't have to answer right now, I mean," Valko replied. "It's just something I've wondered about."
Smiling, you tangled your fingers a bit deeper, giving Valko the kind of scratch that never failed to make his pupils roll backwards. He looked up at you now, puppy dog eyes on full display.
"Is this all because we went to visit your cousins?" you teased.
"...Possibly."
Earlier in the day, you had visited one of Valko's aunties. Along with four of his rambunctious cousins. One of whom had brought her brand new baby - barely over three months old, and adorable enough to steal everyone's attention.
The whole way home, Valko had marvled over the littlest addition to his gigantic family, rambling on about everything from how small her ears were, to the cute little coos and howls she let out. It had been sweet, at the time, but clearly the newest family member had left deeper impressions on Valko than you'd realized.
"I do, sometimes," you said, returning your hand to the steady, stroking rhythm that Valko liked best. "Maybe not right now, but in the future..."
Valko's wolf ears, which had been hidden up until now, suddenly popped out. You flinched in surprise as they hit the palm of your hand, springing up from his head.
"Don't laugh..." Valko warned.
But it was already too late, and your soft laughter filled the quiet bedroom and the hallway beyond. The rest of the house sat empty, waiting and listening in on the conversation between you.
"Feeling a little excited there?" you asked, wiping a tear from your eye.
Your taunting was cut short as Valko burrowed his head underneath your loose t-shirt, leaving a lustful stripe of nips and kisses along your stomach.
"Told ya I need you," he said, popping out from the fabric to look at you.
Gone was the innocent puppy dog face, replaced with a brazen hunger. You squealed, joyful, as Valko quickly climbed the rest of the way up your body, to capture your mouth in a kiss.
cw masturbating on call 🍋🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-)
Bzzt, bzzt. Bzzt, bzzt.
"Hello?" You groggily turn to lay on your back as you press the phone to your ear, staring up at the ceiling and blinking until the fuzziness in your vision disappears. "Zayne?"
His voice sends a pleasant wave of warmth through your bones. "Yes, it's me. Did I wake you, darling?"
A door clicks shut on his end. He must've just gotten home. You squint at the time, noting it's a little past three in the morning.
"No," you lie, grinning lazily when Zayne only scoffs.
The steady, sure stream of a faucet running lets you know he's in the bathroom beginning to wind down for the night. You hum in response to his stories from the day's work, details about upcoming surgeries and how his patients have been. To anyone else, he may as well be reading a shopping list for groceries, but you pick up on his strained tone and the heavy sighs he lets out between anecdotes.
You wait until you're certain he's settled in bed before you make your move. "You've been stressed the entire week. I wish there was something I could do to help."
"You're doing everything just right, sweetheart," comes his sweet, soft mumble. "Calling you… I've missed your voice, incredibly so. I couldn't wait to get home."
There's a small smirk playing on your face, knowing exactly what path this conversation is about to go down.
"Careful, doctor," you singsong. "With that tone of yours, it almost sounds like you've been excited about this all day."
He picks up on what you're insinuating immediately, tone shifting to something more husky when he replies. It makes your stomach do a somersault.
"Oh? You wouldn't exactly be wrong to say such a thing, darling. It seems not just me, but my body in its entirety, has been aching for you."
Your thighs instinctively clench when his voice drops an octave. You can imagine the moments before he called so perfectly—Zayne, stumbling out of his car, painfully hard and phone in hand, eager to call you the second he steps through the threshold of his home. Zayne, biting his lip to stop the groans spilling out while he washes his hands and face, listening intently to the sound of your labored breathing over the phone line. Zayne, slipping into nothing but gray sweatpants that darken immediately from his pre, who still insists on trying to talk to you somewhat normally despite his weeping cock.
And Zayne, who falls apart the moment you breath a whiny, "Me too, pretty boy. Missed you so much."
It doesn't take long for his moans to be all that fills your brain, your loud cries spurring on his filthy mouth as he thrusts up into his fist like his life depends on it.
"Darling, o-ohh... darling. This—this was your plan all along, wasn't it? Nghh... you vixen..."
A third finger squeezes its way into your pussy, and you out a whimper. "J—just, hic, just missed you soo much, need your fingers, need your—mmpff!—big cock!"
The stretch is delicious, and Zayne's throaty groan at your words is doing nothing to stop the tightening coil low in your gut, hot and taut and ready to burst. Your thumb flicks at your clit and you arch your back, swearing that you can see white spots at the edge of your vision—
"W-wait, da—oohhh—darling," he pants. "Stop. Stop touching yourself."
You whine incessantly but pull your fingers away, crying softly into your phone's mic. "Noooo… m'soooooooo close… Zayne, not fair…"
So far gone, you fail to register the scuffling of clothes before a door is slammed shut—loudly, hurriedly. Keys jingle, and your lashes flutter as you try to make out what your boyfriend is doing and why it's not talking you through an orgasm.
"Give me ten minutes, sweetheart." Zayne's voice is raw from moaning, a fact that has slick drooling out of your empty cunt. "I'm not able to wait until tomorrow, so tonight it is."
"B-but—"
"No touching," he commands. "Not until I get there and you can cream around my cock like you were made to do."
You'd been acting up all afternoon during his work conference.
Purposely wearing a short sundress, only bending over when you knew he'd catch sight of your underwear riding up your ass. Hand lying on his thigh during presentations, inching so painfully close to his groin and stopping just short of cupping his balls through his slacks.
To say you were getting on his nerves was an understatement.
It all built up on the elevator ride down to the next conference room, after a quick lunch in his office where he surprisingly kept his composure - much to your dismay. So, you took drastic measures.
His hand was slack by his side, not quite touching you though you could tell his fingers were aching to. Wrapping around his wrist, you dragged him carefully under your skirt, letting him feel how wet you were. Your panties now damp from hours of working yourself up.
Wordlessly, you let his wrist go, not surprised when his hand lingered for a moment before dropping back to his side. He didn't so much as glance at you, but you noticed the tick in his jaw as the elevator reached the destined floor. One after another, people filed out.
Just as you moved to slip past Zayne, his fingers caught the mid-section of your ponytail and yanked it hard. You barely swallow the yelp that crawls up your throat, eyes widening a fraction as Zayne doesn't let go. Instead, he steps forward, iron grip still on your hair.
Your scalp stings slightly from where he had tugged, the pain sending a new wave of arousal straight into your abdomen. The doors nearly shut on the two of you before his free hand shot out to stop them. Leaning down in the process, his breath warm as he presses his lips to your ear. Two words were all you needed to hear.
"Behave yourself."
Since we wanna act all crazy n shit mid-day @zaynezone
Valko and Zayne glance at each other, then back at you. The waiter is gone before they can interject, which is almost the (non existent) cherry on top.
"You don't want dessert?" Valko pouts, and you have to resist the urge to call the waiter back immediately at the sight of his sad puppy dog eyes.
"We don't always need dessert, right?" You grin, meeting Zayne's gaze with probably too much mirth in your eyes. He raises a brow at your antics, but shrugs as he concedes.
"I agree. We can always eat dessert at home."
In hindsight, you should have just let them have that damn chocolate cake.
"Please! I can't-can't cum again!" You nearly scream as you fall apart on Zayne's tongue, hips jerking against his mouth as he works you through the aftershocks.
"Come on, one more? It's only fair I get a taste too." Valko grins, canines flashing as he nudges Zayne over. They're both situated between your legs, happily sharing for once.
"You-you already had your turn" You whine, feeling his tongue drag over your inner thigh.
"Mhm but Zayne got to go twice. I want another turn too." He knows exactly what he's doing, hot breath making you squirm under him.
"O-okay okay you can go a-again." He dives in the moment the words leave your lips, making you cry out immediately. You're still so sensitive, but it's hard to complain when it feels this good.
"Having fun?" Zayne murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. You didn't notice him move to your side, though the distraction is welcome.
"It-fuck-it's too much V-Valko!"
"Don't worry, you can take it. Besides...it's almost time for your dessert."
"Is that...new?" Zayne ask while staring at you. Well, in particular, he's staring at your legs. You glance down and the reasoning dawns on you.
"What, the skirt? Yeah! Do you like it?" You do a spin for him, smoothing down the fabric. He still hasn't looked up to your face.
"...I do. It's very pretty." He swallows thickly, adjusting his tie slightly. You've seen that look before, which is exactly why you step closer with a grin.
"It's a really soft fabric. Do you wanna feel?" You stop beside his chair, leaning against the desk. His gaze drops once more, trailing from your knee high socks to the mini skirt brushing your mid thigh.
Hesitantly, his hand comes up, the backs of his fingers skimming your leg before taking the edge of the fabric between his thumb and pointer finger.
"Soft." He notes, not letting go. Your smile grows as you move closer, taking his wrist and guiding it closer.
"I have another...surprise for you." You murmur as his fingers skim the inside of your thigh before eventually reaching their destination. His brows raise, looking at you in surprise.
"No underwear?"
"Mhm. You're more predictable than you think, Dr. Zayne." You tease, though it drops when the pads of his fingers brush your clit. He pulls you into his lap in one swift motion, movements never wavering.
"Z-Zayne..." You murmur, grinding against his hand as two lithe fingers slip inside you slowly. His hand grips your hip, aiding in the motion as you rock against him.
"Keep going for me, love." He murmurs against the skin of your neck, sucking a small mark there. Your hips move on their own, chasing your high as his palm grinds into your clit and makes you gasp.
You cum hard, nearly collapsing into him. He eases his fingers out of you, and you watch through half lidded eyes as he cleans them off with his tongue, humming in satisfaction as if tasting a dessert.
You knew Zayne worked out very intensely. Hell, you reaped the benefits of his intensive stamina exercises nearly nightly.
But you didn't know he ended up...like this.
"Hi." He pants, still out of breath as he pours himself a glass of water, immediately downing it as you gape at him. His hair is pushed back, drenched in sweat, as is the rest of him. His usual white long sleeve somehow clings tighter, and has gone nearly translucent. His abs are clear through the fabric, forcing you to wonder if he'd caused any car crashes running near the road.
You need his dick in your mouth right now.
He makes a noise of surprise when you sink to your knees, uncaring about how the cold tile will definitely leave bruises. You're simply too preoccupied with pulling down his shorts and laving your tongue along his balls.
"You don't w-want to wait till after I've showered?" He's not complaining, given the way he grips the counter and leans back to give you better access. You shake your head, swirling your tongue around his tip to taste the salty precum and nearly moaning.
"You're insatiable." He gasps, as if he hadn't eaten you out three times this morning just for looking pretty while you sleep.
"You love it." You mumble as his cock gets harder in your mouth. You hadn't bothered to work him up, too desperate to wait that long. But now that he's hard enough, your goal is clear. You need him to cum.
"I'm-fuck!" He gasps as his cum shoots down your throat, whimpering when your moan at the taste over stimulates him. You take your time pulling off, cleaning every drop off his cock. When you're done, you look at him through your lashes with a satisfied grin.
Some may find it hard to believe, but if Zayne sees you lying on your stomach with your ass out and exposed? He's found his perfect pillow.
He's barely able to keep his eyes open, it's a miracle he was able to drive, park, and undress as much as he has before entering your shared bedroom. Just to find you sprawled on top of the blankets, working on your laptop, a t-shirt on and a cheeky pair of lace panties riding up your cheeks and... god has your ass never looked so soft.
"Z, you're home! How was your-oh!" You yelp, half turned just to see him flop head first into your ass. Your face burns at the sight, the laughter that bubbles out of you can't be helped. "Long day?" Zayne doesn't respond for a moment, getting comfortable as his eyes shut and he rests his head comfortably on the plush of your ass cheeks.
In which you play him a joke while he's in the middle of working
a/n: this is my first post of Valko and this is how I waste it. No regrets, I remembered I saw this on a shopping app and I instantly couldn't resist thinking about him.
Enjoy! And ignore if you don't
ending note: next post will be about college!Valko au headcanons, but I have to write them first.
Summary: Valko explains it takes two to knot.
A/n: @reilemon, I wrote it. Lol. MDNI banner by @/ cafekitsune
Your thighs shiver as you struggle to keep them open for Valko's gentle caresses on your clit. Sensitive and swollen, you whimper as it throbs heatedly under his fingers. Small tears trace salty tracks down your cheeks and Valko kisses them away without stopping his maddening touches.
"Val, please…" you beg, nails sinking into his arm, leaving half-moon dents in his thick biceps. "Been ages...No more...just need to cum..."
He licks your ear, followed by a nibble as his free hand cups your breast, tweaking your pebbled nipple in time with his circles on your clit. "You're not ready yet mouse," he purrs, his hot breath tickling your skin.
"Do you know why I need you all hot and drippy and tender before I breed you?" That deep, throaty voice that Valko used when he was explaining biology takes over, pushing you further into sin. "Do you know how knotting works?"
You gasp as he slides a finger into your slick pussy, thrusting gently as his thumb takes over working your engorged bud. "I'm only one half of the knot, sweetheart."
Your walls clench around the invading digit, too eager for the stimulation. "What?" Mind hazy and fractured, you barely form the word.
"Yes little mouse. See, you help form the knot too." He licks the shell of your ear, tugging your nipple to keep you alert. "When I touch you like this, you get a little needier for me every second. And the needier you get, the wetter you get. And the wetter you are, the easier for me to slide right into this poor little hole that's desperate for my cock."
A shivering moan tears from your throat as his finger disappears past his knuckle, and he presses into your clit firmly, continuing those circling motions.
"What do you think happens if you're not as needy as you should be, and I slip in?" He pauses all his actions, giving you a second to gather your wits and reply, but all you could think about was having an orgasm, to fall apart on his fingers like a little pathetic toy.
"You don't know?" He chuckles lowly, but kisses your cheek. "That's ok mouse. If you did, it means I'm not touching you right." And all at once, he resumes everything, your body tight as a bowstring under his wicked ministrations.
"See, if you're not completely ready, these walls here won't swell up when I breed you. And if they aren't swollen, then it means my knot won't last as long. It'll slip out sooner. Do you want that?"
You shake your head no as you gulp in air, hips arching shamelessly against his hand.
"Good girl," Valko growls. "Yeah, you want to be knotted good as I pump you full of cum, huh? Want me all up in there as long as possible, milk me dry with those heavenly walls."
He inserts a second finger and you nearly black out from the pleasure as he scissors, stretching your walls to their limit. You cunt spasms in warning, but before the feeling can build, he pulls them out, and you're left empty and aching.
"Valko!" Tears sting your eyes and he licks them away.
"It's ok mouse. You're not ready yet. I'll knot you so good when you are." He licks and bites down your neck, leaving marks as his middle finger gathers moisture from your leaking hole and rubs it onto your clit.
Description: You woke up with excruciating effort only to find yourself injured in a no-hunt zone in the middle of a forest, with no way of contacting other hunters.
Before you could start panicking however, you're greeted by a gentle companion offering his help.
Word count: 2.1k+
A/n: I really wanted to write this and it may flop, but I gotta get it out. Still holding on to hope to get you back our little wolfie.
The first thing you felt was hard soil underneath you. The grass was poking your skin that was not covered by your uniform and teared up in some places. Second, was the chirping of birds nearby and cicadas as your ears popped, gradually processing all the sounds around you.
You groaned, and lifted your hand to hold your forehead as it rang from being unconscious, making you scrunch your eyes shut to try and will the pain away. Along with that, your body was scratched up and your uniform was in a similar manner. Sleeves torn and covered in a mix of dried blood and mud.
Some of your memories were slowly returning to you as you scanned your surroundings. You were in a no-hunt zone, located in a dense area of the forest on the outskirts of Linkon city. The trees towered over your head, their thick leaves shutting out the bright sun rays, but even then, you were able to tell it was only early morning, or afternoon.
Your arm went to push yourself up but you winced and buckled down in pain when your elbow protested, all your nerves shooting up like lightning over your arm when you put weight on it.
“Ah shit.” Even whispering made your head spin, and so you attempted to gather yourself first, and make as clear an assessment as you can of your current situation. Which currently was you stuck in the middle of a no-hunt zone, with a fifty percent chance of a concussion, no ammo in your holster, and too many injuries to account for.
At least you weren't bleeding out from a fatal injury, which was the only positive thing you could lean on to push yourself to find a way out of this mess.
After some struggle, you pushed yourself to a sit and moved back to lean against a nearby tree. That movement alone took most of your energy and left you breathing heavily, settling the harsh reality of your situation as you forced your breathing to steady out. You felt around for your watch on your wrist, cursing when after tapping it, no response was given.
It was either dead, or broken before you fell unconscious. You also couldn't remember just what happened exactly to place you here in your current condition. Every time you tried to scramble your brain for answers, your forehead would only strike back sharply with a blinding pain.
You strained your ears trying to mentally calculate how far you were from civilization, but it proved a fruitless endeavour when all you were able to hear were the endless cicadas and other forest animals dwelling nearby, their footsteps crunching on dry leaves and thin tree branches.
The loud thuds of heavy footsteps reverberate in your surroundings, causing you to swish your head to where the footsteps were closest on your right. Your body moved, trained to withstand the pain and fight under pressure as you picked up your gun, thanking your lucky stars that it still held some ammo you can use. Not enough for a mass killing, but if used right, will determine whether you survive or not.
Your finger hovered over the trigger, and you used your other arm to also hold up the gun and keep it steady. Your breathing was slightly trembling, and your arms were aching, but you remained as you were, gun held up and ready for whatever it was that was creeping closer.
The thuds grew louder until the scrunches of leaves underneath its feet signaled its arrival. You expected a wild animal to jump out of the thick foliage at best, and a wanderer at worst. What you hadn't expected was the clash of intense amber eyes connecting with yours through the leaves, the shadows and bushes hiding the form of the owner.
Your head was tilted as you kept your aim true, waiting with baited breath for its next move. You couldn't escape its gaze, your eyes locked in an intense battle. Assessing each other. Waiting.
Your arm jerked up when the owner of those yellowish eyes blinked and carefully stepped into the light. The first thing you noticed was the thick fur on its hind legs, then the shadows parted ways and you were staring at a wolf twice your size, a predator of great skill and agility, slowly making its way to you.
You hoped the wolf wasn't hungry, or else it would have already pounced on you, so you held steady, prepared for any surprises which ended up being useless when the huge animal crouched down on its front legs, as if making itself seem smaller, and lowered its head in a way you hoped was letting you know its peaceful.
Your eyelids were betraying you as they started twitching, exhaustion seeping into your bones with no current help to fix up your wounds and the lack of nutrients in your body. Your grip on the gun trembled and you were forced to drop your arm when pain shot through, worse than before and more effective.
An involuntary whimper escaped your lips as your body began folding in on its self, making you reach the conclusion that a wound may have been stretched and reopened, if the fresh blood seeping out from your side was any indication. The blood stained your ripped shirt a dark crimson, and your gun hit the soft grass with a thud, your hands scrambling to put pressure on the wound which pulled a small yell out of you.
At this moment, you weren't aware of the approaching apex predator until his wet snout barely nudged your hand covering your side. The wolf let out a velvety puff of air, its warm breath hitting your bare torn skin as your chest contracted with unsteady breaths.
Your barely conscious mind couldn't comprehend what the wolf was doing, and why in the world it was being so gentle with you. All of your thoughts gradually died down until the last thing you remember is your head tilting sideways, your body falling with it into soft and thick fur.
…
The wolf whimpered, laying down on its side and curling around your body protectively. He used his snout to pry your hand from your wound and gave the bare skin a tentative lick, observant eyes flicking to your face for any signs of pain or movement.
When he saw none, he proceeded to lick at the wound, his saliva acting like special enzymes, killing bacteria and helping speed up your healing process.
So for an hour, the wolf stayed curled around your body, growling at any living thing that stepped meters from you, while actively licking any open wounds exposed to the cool air. Sometimes, you would whimper in your unconscious state, your limbs weakly spasming for short periods but in time, your brows relaxed from their scrunched state. Your body diving into the warm source curled around you, as the wolf's naturally healing saliva did its job.
Hours later, your senses awoke one by one, slowly loading into your system after the past rough twenty four hours. You registered the calm of a forest with the crickets alive and the faint noise of sleepy birds, smelled the cool fresh grass and felt the warmth of a fluffy cloud curled around your back. Your eyes fluttered open, disgruntled noises leaving your lips as you tried to sit up only to jolt when a yelp came out right beside your ear, making you whip your head around only to come face to face with a familiar wolf.
You blinked several times, absorbing the shock before it could burst forth and rationing with your mind that it was the same wolf who approached you so gently, and was laying down beside you with no fear.
You looked down, flabbergasted because this time, you didn't wake up in pain. Your hand automatically reached for your side but halted when it rubbed against patched skin. The same spot that caused you to faint from pure pain and blood loss, now mostly closed up and healed.
You tentatively turned your head to look at the wolf and the animal tilted its head slightly, reminding you of a mere domesticated puppy as you studied each other. Your eyes trailed over his figure laid down comfortably and you noted that its a male. Surprising you as they're known to be very territorial, though this one seemed to be an exception.
“You… My wounds…” You felt silly speaking to a wolf, but something in you made you feel that he can understand you. Another yelp. His wet snout nudged your arm, making its way under your elbow and you followed, your arms naturally circling his thick neck and using him as a crutch to push yourself up. Your injured leg hovered slightly in the air.
Now that the wolf was standing up fully, you were overcome by his sheer size and mass. If he wanted to, he could have crushed you underneath him but instead, seemed to hold himself back with immense effort as to not hurt you.
A soft puff of air escaped his muzzle, and he glanced back at you, whipping his head side-to-side in a quick shake.
“Um, can you help me make it back to Linkon…? Oh who am I kidding, I'm speaking to a- woah!” Your breath abruptly left you when the wolf nudged you with his side, causing your knees to bend and seeing as he was the nearest thing, your body fell on his back, your arms tightening around his neck to keep yourself steady.
“Hey what was that for!” Another huff, another shake of its head. You tilted your head.
Your eyes gradually widened when a conclusion, crazy as it may be, seeped into your mind. “Do you want me to get on your back?” A gentle bark. “Oh,” You blinked, “still doesn't explain how you're understanding me but, let's hope I'm right.” You gulped and with a bit of effort from your side, you grabbed onto his neck, and pushed yourself up until you were laying face down on his back with your legs on either side of his stomach.
A gentle purr rumbled deep within his chest, reverberating throughout his body and also through you. Your hands were holding on to his fur at his neck, arms curled around it to accommodate yourself and keep you from falling. When the wolf felt you settle, he began walking with slow and steady footsteps.
You were dehydrated and hungry, so in order to preserve your energy, you willed your eyes close to rest up. You didn't fall asleep, but the low rumble coming from your furry companion helped ease your muscles and keep you relaxed, and so you held out for a bit longer.
After an hour of trekking, maybe two, the familiar noise of traffic and city life reached through the forest from its outskirts. You lifted your head, your breath releasing in a relieved sigh, happy to finally be back where you can get help, and finally go back home.
The wolf stopped a few meters away, both of you still hidden in the foliage, and you noticed the fence gate in the distance, warning people away from the no-hunt zone. From your position, you were also able to see an ambulance nearby and people wearing the hunter uniform, no doubt your coworkers searching for you after you lost contact.
Your grip tightened slightly when the wolf crouched down with both his front and back legs, and with his support, you climbed off his back and stood on your good foot.
“You actually got me to safety.” Your voice was low, breathless as the magnificent creature pushed himself up and turned to gently boop your uninjured side. You giggled, your hand petting him on the head and he leaned into your touch, guiding you with his head until you were scratching right behind his ear. You heard a rhythmic thump and let out a soft laugh when you saw his tail happily wagging back and forth.
A minute later, you moved your hand down to his jaw and gave him a few more scritches. “Thank you, little wolfie, for saving my life.” The gentle thanks was whispered with your forehead leaning on his and with that, you limped backwards, using the nearby trees to steady you.
The wolf gives your cheek a lick and backs away and you take your signal to start trekking the last few steps until you reach the gate.
When you step into the light before the fencing, you hear exclamations and the rattling of a metal gate as it opens.
“Get the ambulance ready to move!” The noise started back up as the medics on standby rushed to help and the engine of the ambulance was turned on. The medic that rushed to you had you wrap an arm around his shoulder in support, helping you walk towards the truck.
You looked back, your trained ears catching onto a howl deep in the forest, and you smiled, hoping you could meet your wolf again.
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
a/n : back with some fluffy smau ! I love this wofie sm. + some headcanons I have about his texting style at the end.
c/w : period mentioned but no specific gender, really leaning into valko having wolf traits and habits here, fluff, crack
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valko texting headcanons :
he's the kinda nerdy that loves using emoticons > emojis. ":D", ":(", "^-^". that last one being his favorite cause he says it's him (wolf ears)
spam texter. he texts exactly what he's thinking right in the moment, which often leads him to forget his original point
you can tell if he's fresh out a meeting with the way he texts you. if he sounds more business ceo, point it out and he'll start apologizing LMAO
speaking off, during meetings he'll text you shamelessly. "baby I'm so bored" 'you're literally working val' "it's so borin this guy keeps bringing up numbers" 'he's your financial consultant???'
likes to send reels of baby animals/puppies cuddling, following up with "look it's us"
if you take too long to respond, or leave him on delivered/read for a second longer than he likes, he'll send shit like "oh so you hate me okay"
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fluff! valko getting into your suitcase to take him with him on your trip, just puppy things hehe, i know that valko hasn't come home yet, but please be patient!
with your work trip coming up in a few days, you bring out your suitcase and lay it down on the floor. you open it up with the zip, the loud sound causing your boyfriend to come into your shared bedroom.
“peach, do you have to go?” he asks, sitting down next to your suitcase.
“i do, valko. i'm sorry, baby. it will be a quick one this time, only three days.” you sigh.
“can't you take me with you?” he tilts up his head, pouting so adorably.
“if you would like to make your secretary hate you, then yes, cancel your schedule for the entire week just to be sure.” you reply, placing your folded pyjamas into the suitcase.
“he won't hate me, peach!” your boyfriend replies, fiddling with your suitcase zipper.
“he won't say it, but his face will.” you shake your head, turning your back from him to not break under the pressure.
“i will just have to spend my days and nights, yearning for my lover to come back.” he sighs, and you smile as you fold up more clothes.
“i wish i could take you with me— baby, why are you in the suitcase?” you turn around to see your skyscraper of a boyfriend digging into your suitcase that barely reaches his waist.
“you said, “i wish i could take you with me” so now you can, peach!” he grins, his fangs peeking through ever so slightly.
“baby, we both know you couldn't fit into the suitcase even if you tried.” you fight back a smile, watching as he awkwardly tries to prove you wrong by smushing his long legs together.
“is it a crime for me to want my precious peach to save me from the terrors of employment?”
“val, you are the ceo of the company. the only terror is the look on your subordinates' faces when they find out their boss tried to fit into a tiny suitcase.” you kiss his cheek. “i promise to bring back chocolate bars from the place.”
“can you get all the flavours you can find? so we can eat them together?” he asks, his puppy eyes staring up into yours.
“of course baby.” you pat his head. “now please get out of the suitcase, you're going to get a cramp in your legs.”
“oh no, i can't move my legs! it seems like you have no choice but to leave me in your suitcase, peach!”
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