at the start of the relationship, valko would be the type to accidentally knot you, then continue to do it every time after that bc he's obsessed with your reaction from the first time. he also the type to cum a lot, like a flood. and it's thick, too. he absolutely nuzzles you after he knots you too, just burrowing into you and pressing himself flush to your body. he 100% has a size kink too, and when you say anything related to how big he is, he's popping a knot right then and there. he bounces you on his dick when you get tired and collapse into his chest. OH and he absolutely wants you to scratch and bite all over; his neck, biceps, back, shoulders, and anywhere else your nails and teeth can reach.
The bedroom was painfully quiet. Not because there wasn't any sound. There was, The soft zip of a duffel bag. The rustle of neatly folded clothes. The faint clink of metal as chargers, keys, and other necessities disappeared one by one into carefully packed luggages. But because the silence between the two of you was deafening.
You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your eyes never left Valko. His back faced you as he moved around the room. His bright red hair caught the afternoon light pouring through the curtains, glowing almost warmly despite how cold everything felt. Every now and then, he'd hum under his breath, a habit of his whenever he was concentrating. It was the same absentminded tune he'd hum while cooking, while working, while clinging to you from behind because he decided personal space was a nonexistent. And normally, it would've made you smile.
But today only made your chest ache as you watched him fold another shirt, then another. Every item he packed felt like another reminder that he was leaving.
Your vision blurred and you blinked rapidly. No. Don't cry. Not yet. He still hadn't turned around. So you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt. A tear slipped down anyway. Then another. You hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater before more could follow, lowering your head so he wouldn't notice.
He kept packing. Completely unaware. "...Love?" His voice was gentle. "So sorry, could you hand me the things on the counter?" You inhaled sharply. "Okay." Your voice came out embarrassingly small. You stood up anyway, quickly dragging the heels of your palms beneath your eyes before walking toward the counter. His watch. Wallet. His glasses. You gathered everything carefully. Another shaky breath. Don't cry. Please don't cry.
You walked back over, stopping just behind him. He still hadn't turned around. "...Here." You held the items out. He reached back without looking then his fingers brushed yours. And instead of taking the things. His hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught and before you could react, he tugged. A soft yelp escaped you as your body stumbled forward. Straight into him. The items nearly slipped from your hands. His arms were already around you, strong, warm, secure.
He buried his face against your shoulder, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. "...I know." Two words. That was all it took and something inside you shattered. A broken sob ripped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hands flew to the front of his shirt, fists clutching the fabric desperately as tears poured freely down your cheeks.
"No." Another sob. "No..." You hit his chest, not hard but just enough to vent the overwhelming ache threatening to suffocate you. "I don't want you to go!" Another punch. "I don't want you to leave!" Your fists kept landing weakly against him. Again, and again and again. "I hate this!" Thump. "You're leaving me!" Thump. "I don't want you to go..." Your voice cracked so badly the words dissolved into sobs. "You promised to stay forever!" You buried your face against him, clutching his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Please..." Another broken sob. "Please don't go..."
Valko didn't move away. Didn't stop you. Didn't let go. He simply held you tighter. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles against your trembling back. "I'm sorry..." His own voice sounded quieter now. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed his forehead against your hair. "I know." A kiss landed gently on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart." Another trembling apology. "I'm sorry."
Your fists had weakened into desperate grips, fingers twisting helplessly into the front of his shirt. "You don't have to go..." You could barely get the words out between sobs. "You don't..." His embrace tightened. "If I could stay..." He swallowed. "I would." You shook your head violently. Then his voice cracked just enough for you to hear it. "But I can't." You cried harder. He whispered it against your hair. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you so much." Your fingers only clenched tighter. "I'm sorry."
His hand continued stroking your back, slow and comforting despite the way your body shook uncontrollably against him. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Another broken sob escaped you. "I don't want to let go..." "You don't have to." He answered immediately. "So don't." His chin rested gently atop your head. "We'll stay like this for a little longer." He closed his eyes, holding you as though committing the feeling to memory. "I've got you." Another soft kiss. "I'm sorry."
And all you could do was cry into the arms of the man you loved, wishing that if you held him tightly enough. Maybe the world would stop asking him to leave.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2026°
: i made this and uploaded this before caleb fiance 3 (its almost done but i couldn't stop crying and crashing out so i couldn't just focus on it and need to lock in aka. Vent out my feelings) I AM SO FUCKIBG SAD AHHHHH
ꨄ︎ summary: You always assumed you were just the supportive Beta third wheel to Mei and Valko's inevitable Alpha power-couple romance. Turns out, you were wrong.
ꨄ︎ a/n: guys… i've fallen for the valko propaganda 😭 anyway, please note that his characterization in this fic is purely based on the 3 minute trailer that we got 🥹 also non mc x mc because wth, she's hot and the new fit is 🔥
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Being a Beta definitely had its perks.
You didn't have to deal with heats, ruts, or the overwhelming biological urges that governed the lives of Alphas and Omegas. The only downside was that you were practically scent-blind to pheromones, which meant you had to rely strictly on visual cues to realize that your two best friends were hopelessly, undeniably in love with each other.
Yes, that was the only explanation that made sense.
You were currently sprawled on a plush, impossibly expensive velvet sofa in the middle of Valko’s penthouse.
As the sole heir to Eoncore Tech, Valko’s college living situation was less "dorm room" and more "billionaire's high-rise playground," complete with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city and experimental tech prototypes scattered across every surface.
"Okay, but listen, if we overclock the core processors on the new VR rig…whoa!"
Valko, who had been pacing excitedly while rambling about the latest tech he was working on, suddenly tripped over a tangled mess of fiber-optic cables. His arms flailed wildly, his glasses flying off his face as he plummeted toward the glass coffee table.
Before you could even flinch, Mei was there.
The female Alpha moved with terrifying speed, catching Valko by the back of his designer hoodie then hauling his tall, broad frame upright with one hand like he was a stray kitten.
"Careful, idiot," Mei grumbled. She didn't let go of his hoodie right away, eyes locking onto his flushed face.
"Ah... right. Thanks, Mei," Valko chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like a massive, clumsy golden retriever who had just bumped into a glass door. He beamed at her, and the raw, unspoken Alpha energy between them felt so thick and intimate that you felt guilty just for watching.
You sighed fondly, picking up your textbook.
It was beautiful, really.
Two incredibly powerful Alphas, one a grounded, protective force of nature, and the other a brilliant, obscenely wealthy, loveable dork. They were a perfect match. You were just lucky they let their token Beta friend hang out in their penthouse to use the ultra-fast Wi-Fi.
Mei finally let go of Valko and walked over to you. She silently placed a plate of perfectly sliced fruit on the table in front of you, a soft, almost imperceptible gentleness softening her features when she looked your way.
"Thanks, Mei," you smiled.
Valko immediately scrambled over, nearly tripping again, to drop a brand-new, unreleased Eoncore smart tablet into your lap.
"I had the engineering team install that specific reading app you like! The screen adjusts to your retinas so you don't get headaches while studying!"
"Valko, this is worth more than my car," you said, staring at the sleek device.
"It's just a prototype! Consider it... beta testing," he said, winking proudly at his own pun.
You looked between the two of them. They had flanked you again, standing on either side of the sofa, looking down at you with undivided attention. Even without being able to smell their pheromones, the territorial, possessive aura in the room was suffocating.
They were practically vibrating.
They must be getting ready to court each other, you thought. They’re so tense. I’m totally ruining the mood.
You closed your textbook and carefully placed the ridiculously expensive tablet on the table.
"You know what, guys? I think I'm gonna head out. I have a lot of reading to do, and I really want to give you two the apartment to yourselves tonight."
Both Alphas froze.
Valko blinked, his brain clearly struggling to process the statement.
"Give us the apartment?" Mei repeated, eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"
"Well, you know," you gestured between them with an encouraging smile. "You two have been circling each other for months. The whole ‘Alpha power couple’ thing is great, and I fully support it, but you don't have to keep pretending to hang out with me just to spend time together. You should just establish your pack already!"
Silence fell over the penthouse.
Both Alphas stared at you then, they slowly turned to stare at each other.
"You think..." Valko started, his voice dropping slightly "You think Mei and I want to mate... with each other?"
"Well, yeah! You're always paying for our dinners, and Mei is always physically guarding us in public. You're constantly scenting the furniture around, which I can't smell, by the way, but I'm not blind. I know how Alpha courtships work!"
"We're scenting you," Mei stated bluntly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We scent everything you touch so no other Alphas come near you. I'm guarding you. Valko is buying things for you."
You paused, your brain short-circuiting.
"Me? But… but I'm a Beta."
"Yeah, a Beta that we are entirely obsessed with," Valko blurted out, his cheeks burning. He practically threw himself onto the sofa next to you, looking like a panicked billionaire puppy. "We don't want to mate with each other! I mean, Mei is great, but she terrifies me! We want you. We've thought of you as our mate since sophomore year!"
Your mouth fell open.
"Wait. Both of you? But..."
"Did you really think," Mei said softly, sitting on your other side and boxing you in perfectly between their warm, solid frames, "that the heir to Eoncore Tech and I spend every single day following you around just to get to each other?"
"I thought I was the supportive third wheel!" you defended, your face flushing hot.
"You're the entire vehicle," Valko groaned, dramatically resting his forehead on your shoulder. "Please tell me you don't actually want to leave. Because if you do, I'm going to have to panic-buy the building you live in just so I have an excuse to be your landlord, and the paperwork is a nightmare."
Mei reached out, gently but firmly taking your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.
"Stay," she murmured, a quiet, possessive plea in her tone. "Study here with your pack."
ꨄ︎ a/n: i also don't remember if i ever wrote a purely fluff fic for other lis...
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"I just wanted to come and say sorry..." You're standing in the doorway of Zayne's home office, completely naked. It seemed the best way to make him accept your apology.
"Mhm." He hums, still not looking up from his screen. You can't help but smile, leaning against the frame and getting comfortable.
"I said some things I shouldn't have...I hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me?" His typing pauses as he mulls over your words, and then finally looks up.
To his credit, his eyes find your face first, hard gaze immediately softening. But then they flicker down, and he does a visible double take.
Jackpot.
His laptop shuts decisively, and he's quick to stand, leaving his desk faster than you've ever seen.
"S-so do you forgive me?" He's already moving to kiss you, freezing his actions and then tilting his head in confusion.
"Of course. I'm not upset at all." His hand trails down, making you shiver at his touch. Still, you push forward.
"You were pretty mad before...are you sure?" Your tone gives him a hint, and understanding dawns on him, a smirk finding its way on his face as his hand grabs the soft flesh of your ass.
"Now that you remind me, I'm not quite sure I should forgive you just yet. How exactly do you plan to make it up to me?"
"I-I suppose I could beg..." He has you pinned against the doorframe, and you quickly realize how easily you lost the upperhand. Ah, well. Not like you ever had it in the first place.
"That's a good idea. But it would be much more effective on your knees, wouldn't you say?"
a/n: hi hi ! quick caleb thing i thought of bc i saw this tiktok, i love u yandere caleb …
“okay i found his instagram, he seems normal? he has a sister so that’s a green flag right?” the light from your FaceTime call on your laptop is the only thing lighting up your bedroom.
your friends voice comes through the speaker, “yes! it seems like he has good friendships too and doesn’t brag about the colonel stuff either so that’s good,” she adds on. you nod, both of you continuing to dig deeper into caleb’s life.
you liked caleb, he seemed like a great guy! he was kind, respectful, funny and really fucking hot. there had to be a catch, right?
only a couple clicks later and you’d managed to find his address.
“dude, i think i just found his address,” you laugh, hand covering your mouth.
a ding caused your eyes to flicker to the top of your phone
caleb :P : hey what are you up to? i just got home im so tired :((
“he just texted me right now, said he just got home,” the heat rushes to your cheeks immediately as you text back, smiling when he responds only seconds later.
“helloooo im still on the call y’know,” your friend brings you back to reality. you giggle, apologizing before focusing at the task on hand once more. “what’s his address? send it, let’s see what kind of neighborhood he lives in,” your friend wiggles her brows at you and you immediately screenshot the house and send a link over.
your fingers move quicker than your eyes, too used to her contact being the first to pop up on the share button. you’d forgotten how often you’d been sending things to caleb.
“did you get it?” you ask, already scrolling down the street of his house in skyhaven.
“no? you haven’t sent me anything yet,” she replies easily. the color drains from your face as you open your message app.
[1 screenshot sent]
[1 link attatched]
all sent to caleb.
“oh my god, I’m so fucked dude,” your eyes widen, heart falling through your ass as the one word you now dreaded the most appeared in conversation. read.
“why what happened?”
“I sent him his own address. I’ve never once been over.” the mortification is obvious in your face, your friend immediately mirrors your expression.
“maybe you can unsend it?”
me: oh my god i swear this isn’t what it looks like
“he read it- fuck he’s typing oh my god I’m so fucked it’s so over for me, I’m so fucking—”
caleb :P : i live in the next house over not that one. 104, not 105
“holy fuck,” you mumbled, heart racing as you read his text over for the nth time, your friend shrieks over the phone. okay maybe you’re not completely done for.
caleb sits in bed, smiling at his screen.
you’d finally taken the bait, followed the trail he’d left of himself online. pretty posed pictures, a perfectly curated account. everything you liked and everything you wanted. he put just enough information for you to find everything you’d wanted if you dug juuust a bit, if you were like him. and now he knows you were like him.
caleb is relieved, shutting the live feed off from the camera he’d installed in your bedroom. you’ll be over at his tomorrow, he’ll make sure of it.
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The hour is late and your eyes are fluttering shut as you await the return of your husband, hoping to at least see him before the day is done. Luckily, there’s a loud groan as the front door shuts, followed by cursing and another, more long suffering groan. You can make out his tall, broad frame in the light pouring in from the hallway before the door clicks shut.
He drags himself through the door to your bedroom, dropping his bag and shedding his clothes as he goes. Soft thumps punctuate the sluggish pad of his feet, the rattle of his belt and another curse making you wince slightly as he sheds his trousers, almost tripping in the process. Reaching out to your side, you flick on the lamp.
“Baby?” you call out quietly, turning over to face his half of the bed and peeling the duvet back for him.
“I’m home,” he murmurs, slumping onto the mattress and swinging his legs up and onto the bed, sighing heavily when you tuck him in a little. “‘M home.”
“You’re exhausted, Tetsu,” you whisper, reaching out for him.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” He shuffles into the circle of your arms, wrapping himself tightly around you and resting his head on your chest, right over the beat of your heart. A soft hum rumbles in his chest, almost like a purr, when your fingers thread through the slightly greasy hair at the back of his head. Your nails scratch gently at his scalp and he nuzzles into you, letting his eyes fall shut. “Missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you hum, kissing his forehead tenderly and stroking at his cheeks. The scratchy texture of stubble drags against your palms and you frown. “Didn’t get to see you at all today.”
“I know. ‘M sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just take a couple of days off.”
“Ya miss me that much?” Even this worn out, he still has enough energy to tease.
“Of course I do, but not for me. For you.”
“I’m fine, sweetheart.”
“No you’re not.”
“Promise, I am.”
“Tetsu.” The warning in your tone makes him sigh and lift his head a little to see your lovely features illuminated by the soft, yellowy glow of the lamp. Lightly, you trace the shadows that have started to settle under his eyes. “This isn’t fine. You’ll work yourself into an early grave like this.”
“That’s a little dramatic. I’m just tired honey, I promise.”
“You look like a walking corpse.” It’s an exaggeration, but you’re not too far off. Usually, he’s the picture of good health - bright skin, sharp eyes, sharper mind. Right now, however, he looks sallow, dim, he even looks like he’s lost a little weight. Has he even had time to eat the meals you’ve been packing for him?
“I do not.”
“Yes you do.”
Sighing heavily, he pillows his cheek on your sternum. “Everyone relies on me to keep things moving. I can’t just take a day off during an important project.”
“That reliance is draining you,” you murmur, fingers still carding soothingly through his hair. “It’s okay to say it’s too much and take a minute to breathe. No job is worth sacrificing your health for.”
“I know,” he mumbles.
“You’re always so busy taking care of everyone else that you neglect yourself. So let me take care of you. That’s why I’m here - for you.”
Something wet drips onto your skin and you hear a quiet sniffle. Your own eyes begin to water, heart aching for him. Squeezing him tightly, you let him crumble quietly in the safety of your arms.
“This is so pathetic,” he chuckles wetly. You shush him gently, pressing kiss after kiss on the crown of his head and cooing sweet nonsense to him. Perhaps others would agree, seeing a grown man buried in your chest, shattering quietly from stress. But you don’t. He lends his strength to all, including you, and you could never sneer at that. Instead, you offer respite, a haven - a place to shed his burdens after a long day and be held.
The room grows quiet as he collects himself and settles, exhaling a steady breath as he curls into you. Turning the lamp off, you tuck the sheets around his broad shoulders, placing one more kiss on his forehead as he succumbs to exhaustion and his heavy eyes close.
“Sleep for as long as you like tomorrow, baby,” you whisper, feeling his breathing grow slow and steady. “I’ll take care of everything in the morning.”
aizawa and izuku love shit talking together actually.
After the very awkward transition from teacher and student to colleagues, sit around in the teachers lounge in mostly silence. they work in silence -- well, mostly silence, as Izuku mumbles to himself.
"Keji, in my class?" Izuku says after hours of silence. "The pink haired kid?"
"The one that blew up the bathroom sink? What about him?"
"He's been very-- He's--" Izuku hems and haws. "He's been kind of a cunt."
Aizawa looks up from his computer, torn between shock and awe. "Midoriya."
"Well-"
"You're right, but you shouldn't say it." Aizawa picks up his coffee, mostly to hide his smile behind the rim, "You just call kids like that problem children."
caleb is an undefeated champ at the “seeing if my boyfriend knows me” challenge. he sees two chips and knows exactly which one you’d pick. he knows which spoon you would choose to eat your ice cream with, which french fry you’d eat— he’s even got it down to which pieces of lettuce you would eat in your salad, all with accurate reasons for his choices.
“this chip because it has a fold and you like the crunch”
“this spoon to eat your ice cream because it’ll pick up just the right amount, but if you were having a sherbet you’d pick the other one because it’s better for scraping”
“this french fry because it’s longer, crunchier and has more salt”
he’d even go so far as having you close your eyes and choosing for you, then having you look and choose one for yourself (and shocker, caleb gets it right every time)
at first, you thought he was just being mean, hogging the highest-tech thing you’d ever seen all to himself. then, once you got old enough, you wondered if all the secrecy was for…nefarious reasons. but every time he smiled and ruffled your hair, you just couldn’t bring yourself to think he’d ever watch that kind of stuff.
plus, the thought made your stomach hurt.
eventually, you grew old enough to value your privacy just as much. gone were the days of you sneaking glances over his shoulder and trying to guess his password while he wasn’t looking.
*his password wasn’t your birthday. why wasn’t it your birthday? was it someone else’s birthday?
**it always was your birthday. just typed backwards.
in all that time, you never would’ve guessed the thing he’d tried so hard to keep from you was his own sims fantasy land.
he’d spent hours designing both of your appearances and outfits, chasing accuracy down to the pixel. once he was satisfied, he moved your household into an empty world, so that you were free to live as you were instead of who you should’ve been.
he’s an astronaut, you’re a secret agent. you have a garden, but he always hires someone to tend to it so the plants don't command too much of your attention. his cooking skills are maxed out, as is your relationship level. and there’s a shiny silver band around your left ring finger.
you have a mansion with a motherlode of things to entertain you: hot tub, cupcake machine, karaoke station, rocket ship. and rest assured, there’s a trusty cowplant in the back to deal with anyone who disrupts your peace. over the years, it has lured and devoured multiple incarnations of a certain black-haired, green-eyed, sweet-toothed genius who you could never seem to stop gushing over.
and when the grey hairs come in for both of you, and your time starts winding down…well. he already has twin burial plots mapped out in the backyard, right in the middle of the apple orchard.
not that he’s dreamed about a life with you, or anything.
Being Valko's secretary was a work of patience and personal care. You were told upon being hired that the CEO had a very sensitive nose. You were given a list of recommended perfume's and body care to help with this issue, along with ways to mask any strong scents in case of emergencies.
You had also been taught about your bosses tendency to run off for days on end. Rarely actually being in the office and found in either the lab, his personal gym, or his high-end apartment. Hunting him down was, unfortunately, part of your job description.
A year of this. A full YEAR. was completely exhausting.
"Mr. Valko," you say to your boss as he bench presses some insurmountable weight you would never be able to hold yourself, "you have a meeting with your business partners in less than an hour."
"And?" he huffs as he holds the the barbell up above.
You clench the tablet in your hands. "And, unless you want to lose funding for your precious experiments, you might want to...I don't know...clean up."
He racks the weights and sits up. Running his hand through his burgundy hair, sweat gleaming off of him. He looks up at you, his canine poking out as he smiles at you.
"Well why didn't you say so pup?"
You groan at the nickname he gave you. You throw his towel at him, hitting him square in the face. He laughs, standing up and walking over to you. His smell immediately surrounded you. Strong, musky, manly.
"For someone who's sensitive to smells, you get super stinky after a workout." You scrunch your nose up as if disgusted.
He ruffles your hair, "For someone I pay so well, you sure nag like my aunties."
You wave his hand away and push him towards his showers. In reality, his smell stirred something in you. Something you always knew was wrong to have for as a secretary for one of the richest, youngest CEO's.
You pushed the notion out of your head while sitting in the backseat with him. You gave him the run down of the meeting, summarizing everything and focusing on who to look out for. He nodded, eyes closed as he listened to you carefully.
He may be young and immature, but he was an attentive boss. Knowing just the right words to say, the questions to ask. He was a true wolf in the boardroom. Hungry for me, not afraid to show his claws.
It was no wonder so many women constantly came after him.
"Mr. Valko," one of the female business partners said, grabbing his arm and pushing against it, "our team would love to invite you to dinner and drinks tonight."
Her breasts were fully flushed against him. Her long eyelashes fluttering.
You saw Valko's nose scrunch up at the smell of her strong perfume. He glares down at her with his golden eyes, pulling his arm out of her grasp.
"Not on your life," he growls.
The woman looks confused until you step in.
"What he means is," you interrupt, "he unfortunately has other plans tonight. If you would like to schedule something ahead of time just give me a call." You push your business card into her hand and gently nudge Valko to the exit.
He was covering his nose and mouth with his hand as the two of you walked out. You pulled a smelling stick out of your handbag to hand to him. Something you always carried on you in case of emergencies.
Relief washed over him as he smelled it. Oak and lily. He smiles at you as he hands it back.
"Perfect, as always." He teases as he hands it back to you.
You roll your eyes at the comment and move along with your day. Not noticing the way he seems to keep close to you.
You had just returned from your long needed vacation. A girls trip you and your girlfriends had planned a couple of months back.
Sun, sand, and sangrias.
It was sad to come back, but the real world awaited. You had left everything in perfect order...to come back to a complete mess.
Apparently the temp that replaced you completely ignored all of your instructions to try and flirt her way to a permanent job. Ignoring meetings, phone calls, screwing up paperwork. She had even raided your desk and stole so many things on her way out.
Everyone was overjoyed to have you back. And not just because you returned with gifts.
"Valko pretty much locked himself away in his lab the whole week." One of the managers told you. "That temp wore this horrible smelling perfume. After a day he pretty much barred her from any area he would be in."
So here you were, walking to his lab, ready to give him an earful for pushing aside his job just because you weren't there.
Even if the thought of that made your heart flutter.
"Valko!" you yelled out into his large lab. Maneuvering through the mess of technology and testing areas you couldn't wrap your head around. You heard a clatter in a far corner of the room, then footsteps running towards you. You see him come quickly around a corner, eyes gleaming behind glasses, lab coat falling off of his shoulders, a smile so big you could see all of his pearly whites.
"You're back!" He runs up to you and almost tackles you as he hugs you. Heat radiating off of him, strong arms holding you so tight it steals the air right out of your lungs.
"You have no idea how badly I missed you." He pulls you back, a smile reaching his crinkled eyes.
"I went a whole year without a vacation." You wiggled your way out of his hold. "And besides, how could you let someone mess up so much in just a week!"
Valko rubs the back of his neck. "The moment the smell of her perfume got stuck in my nose I refused to be within a ten foot radius of her."
"You could have yelled at her. Told her the rules. Now I'm stuck cleaning up the mess." You poke his chest, trying to take some of the frustration out on him.
He laughs and grabs your wrist, "Don't worry. You've got lots of people behind you ready to help. Including the one you are currently assaulting."
You scoff. "As if I could get through that wall of muscle." You pull a small box out of your purse and hold it out for him. "Here, I brought you back something."
He was excited as he grabbed the small black box and opening it. There laid a small metal brooch. It was the side profile of a wolf, its eye replaced with a yellow citrine jewel, the fur detailed and sharp.
"Your name means wolf right?" You speak, remembering when Valko told you the story of how he got his name. "I thought it would be a good match for you."
He looked at in awe, as if there was nothing more beautiful in the world. He placed it carefully back in the box, putting it to the side, and pulling you back in for a hug. This one much gentler.
"Thank you," he whispers to you. You freeze, unsure of how to react to this gentleness. Your stomach doing flips as he holds you for what feels like too long.
You pat his chest, "We should get to work."
You feel him nod, but not move. You could hear his heart beating. The thump-thump moving fast. Your own tried to mimic the speed and it just made your face warm.
"As an apology," Valko finally breaks the silence, "for all this work I unnecessarily caused, I'll treat you to dinner. Whatever you want."
He lets you go, turning you around quickly and walking in pace behind you towards the exit. You clear your throat.
"You better be prepared for an expensive place then."
The next few days were a blur as you did damage control. Overtime was approved for everyone helping, lunches were ordered in as thanks, and you swore you would use your next bonus for some new shoes as you feared your current ones would give out at any moment.
By Friday everything had finally calmed down. Valko approved team leads to take their teams out for dinner and drinks. Several teams invited you to join them, but you declined. Keeping secret that the boss was personally taking you to a private restaurant you would never normally be able to go to.
The restaurant was Japanese style, holding private rooms with tatami mats, comfortable sitting pillows, and low tables. The scene reminded you of some manga scenes you read. It made you giddy.
"Interesting place you decided," Valko says as he takes off his suit jacket. The large room felt much smaller with his large frame. One knee bent for him to lean on while the other stretched out under the table. It reached all the way to your side.
You sat with your legs tucked to the side of you. Leaning on the table as you read the menu. Each multicourse meal looking and sounding exquisite, and of course with no prices.
"Do we each get our own meal or is it for the both of us?" You weren't sure how places like this worked.
"We can each get our own thing." He rearranges himself so he can lean across the table to look at the menu with you. "Doesn't matter to me though, as long as there's plenty of meat."
You roll your eyes, mumbling something about him already being a meathead. Then looked over the alcohol menu after deciding what to eat.
You earned this. You think to yourself as you prop yourself up on the table with one hand.
You were fairly drunk. How could you not be after ordering top shelf liquor. You sighed sweetly, feeling very content with how it all was going.
You look over at Valko as he read over the dessert menu. He had loosened his tie, unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt to roll up his sleeves to just above his elbow. You could see the veins in his forearm. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together as you recalled the feel of them around you.
"The chocolate cake sounds really good." He says as he looks towards you. "Or maybe the tiramisu?"
You hum. "Both sound good."
He raises an eyebrow at you. "You good over there?"
You wave your hand at them. " 'm fine. Why not just get both?"
He chuckles as he tosses the menu on the table. "Maybe we should skip dessert for tonight. Let me get you home pup."
"No!" You pout. "I wan' dessert!"
"I know, I know." He reaches over, not needing to even bend over to pinch your cheek. "I promise to make it up to you."
You smack his hand away, ready to throw a tantrum until you feel the room shift. You catch yourself before you fall on the floor. You blush at your clumsiness and agree.
You lean against him as he walks you to his car. The leather seats feel cool against you, and you feel your eyelids grow heavy. When he gets into the drivers seat he leans over to help you put your seatbelt on, and you catch his scent.
"You know...you always smell really good." He halts in his tracks at your statement. He looks at you, his face mere inches from yours. "I think about it a lot."
You fall asleep. Missing the way his face turns red and how he gently brushes your hair behind your ears.
"You have no idea what you do to me pup." He whispers to himself, taking a deep breath of your scent before driving off.
The words are akin to a man slamming a gun down unto the table and leaving everyone sat around it speechless. Even the wind outside the studio goes still, the calming waves lapping softly against the shore now coming slow and almost still.
"No you're not." Valko replies instantly, and Rafayel, who had dropped his brush, nods fervently while going to pick it up.
You smirk to yourself as you reply, "Yes I am."
"Mm no you're not." Rafayel is the one to reply to you this time, shaking his head firmly on the matter. Clearly his word was law, why couldn't you see that?
Their firm refusal doesn't impede your mischief, as you cross your arms, a twinkle in your eyes. "But I might."
Two voices echo back to you in unison, "You're not."
🌷 NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR
Fishwolf let's get it !!!
This is all because these last few days I've been thinking of having a cat again sigh
Valko had been teasing you for the past twenty minutes.
Lying on his back in bed, a smug smirk on his face as he looked up at you straddling his chest, completely naked.
“C’mon, pancake,” he murmured, hands sliding up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. “Sit on my face. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
You were already soaked, but you still tried to play it cool. “You’re so demanding.”
His golden eyes darkened. “And you’re stalling.”
Before you could retort, you felt it; the cool, smooth press of metal forming around your wrists. Valko’s evol. He’d created sleek, unbreakable handcuffs, linking your hands together and then anchoring them to the headboard above you with a satisfied rumble.
Your eyes widened. “Valko-”
“Hands stay there,” he said, voice rough with hunger. “Now be a good girl and sit on my face.”
He didn’t wait for you to obey. His strong hands gripped your hips and pulled you forward until your thighs were on either side of his head, your dripping pussy hovering just above his mouth.
The first kitten lick had you moaning, wrists tugging instinctively against the evol cuffs. He groaned at your taste, the sound vibrating through you as he licked deeper, tongue fucking into you while his nose brushed your clit.
“Fuck- Valko-“ You tried to grind down but he held your hips firmly, controlling the pace, making you take exactly what he gave you.
He was relentless. Lapping at you messily, sucking on your clit, then thrusting his tongue back inside you like he couldn’t get enough. Every time you tried to move, the handcuffs kept your arms stretched above you, completely at his mercy.
“Look at you,” he murmured against your soaked folds, voice muffled but dripping with smug satisfaction. “All tied up for me. So fucking pretty when you’re falling apart on my tongue.”
You were shaking, thighs trembling on either side of his head as he devoured you. The cuffs held you in place firmly, cool metal against your wrists as you tugged and moaned, completely lost in the feeling of his mouth on you.
When you finally came, it had your back arching, a broken cry of his name falling from your lips as you clenched and soaked his face. Valko didn’t stop, licking you through it with, hungry rumbles until you were whimpering and oversensitive.
Only then did he ease you off him, handcuffs disappearing just like that and him flipping you onto your back and kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
After, he pulled you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck with a satisfied, possessive growl.
“Good girl,” he whispered, running his fingers over the marks he’d left on your thighs. “My perfect mate.”
You were still catching your breath, thighs shaking, when he started kissing down your body again.
“Valko- wait- I need a minute-“
He just smirked against your skin, already spreading your legs again.
No matter how you started, you always ended up like this.
Tonight it began with you on top, straddling Valko’s lap, hands braced on his broad chest as you rode him with vigour, savoring the way his eyes fluttered and his breath hitched every time you rolled your hips just right.
“Fuck, doll… you look so good like this,” he groaned, hands gripping your thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin there. His tail thumped lazily against the bed, ears twitching with pleasure.
You leaned down to kiss him, smiling against his lips.
He hummed, clearly enjoying the view. For about five minutes.
Then his hands tightened on your hips. That familiar hungry glint appeared in his golden eyes. In one smooth, powerful motion he flipped you both, putting you on your hands and knees before you could even protest.
“Valko-!”
“Shh,” he murmured, voice already rough as he pressed against your back, lips brushing your ear. “Just feels good like this. Can’t help it.”
You tried to tease him even as he pushed back inside you with one smooth thrust. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s true,” he groaned, hips snapping forward in that perfect, mind melting rhythm. One big hand pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest down while your ass stayed up exactly how he liked it. “You look so fucking pretty arched like this. All mine.”
His other hand grabbed your thigh, holding you in place as he fucked you harder, deeper, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. No matter if you started riding him, in missionary, or even spooning, somehow, some way, you always ended up right here.
Face down, ass up, with your boyfriend pounding into you like he was made for it.
You moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Admit it… you’re just a dog at heart.”
He chuckled, leaning over you to bite gently at your shoulder. “Not like you mind it.”
valko isn't a dog, but he definitely sounds like one. you'll wake up in the mornings, his arm heavy around your waist. you always think he's asleep, but as soon as you try to leave the bed, he'll whine. a soft, high-pitched sound that escapes from his throat as he pulls you flush against him.
it doesn't end there. sometimes, the two of you will be enjoying a movie. you're on the couch, and he's sat on the floor, back between your legs. your hand will unconsciously drift towards his head until you're scratching behind his ears. valko does his best to keep his cool. he really does. but when your hands are so gently massaging the crook where his head meets his ears? oh, he's gone. valko will moan before you even register what you're doing, and all of a sudden, he'll have you on your back as his broad frame engulfs you from above and the movie becomes background noise.
valko will be extra careful about these kinds of things in public. but when you wander off at a company party, and he finds you by the bar with another man attempting to flirt by standing severely too close to you, he can't help it. valko approaches like a predator. he places his arm on your lower back, almost too low, and greets the man with a growl. the message is clear.
his possessiveness doesn't fool you though. at the end of the day, he'll come home saying he missed you. no, he needed you. and when he leans in to steal a kiss from your lips, you'll tug him back by his hair. his ears will twitch in desperation, and his tail will flail helplessly. valko whimpers when you make him ask for it. and you drink it up when your lips meet his.
જ⁀➴ ✉︎ author's note: this came to me in a vision.
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