It made itself known especially when you sit on his face, swishing back and forth on the bed like it was possessed. The burgundy fur was a blur with the speed at which it moved from left to right, just from the taste of your pussy.
You gripped his hair tightly as you rode on his face for your own pleasure, your back arching when his nose hit your clit. He lapped at your leaking entrance over and over, spreading the slick to your swollen clit.
His arms were wrapped around your thighs tightly for leverage, eyes rolled back as he savored the taste of you. You glanced over your shoulder to see his hips jerk upwards into nothing, cock head flush and leaking with droplets of precum, obviously accompanied by the loud swishing of his tail against the mattress.
"Sweetie, it's gonna snap off." You just had to smile at the comedic sight, face screwing up a second later as his lips moved to attach around your clit to suck.
"Are you making fun of me for being happy?" He huffed, blowing cold air against your hole for what you assumed was supposed to be a punishment, but it just brought you closer to the edge.
"No," you stroked his ears with slight mockery. "I'm making fun of the fact that your tail hasn't stopped wagging since the moment I stepped into this house."
"I missed you, okay?" He grumbled, pressing his tongue flat against you, licking a long stripe up before biting at the plush of your thigh. "Who the fuck assigned you all those extra missions? You're a hunter, not an assassin."
"Doesn't mean it's not funny though," you giggled to his dismay, reaching behind you to stroke his length lazily and cut off whatever snark he was going to throw back at you. It clearly worked, his eyes rolling back and tongue moving with extra fervour.
You moaned when his tongue pushed against your entrance, swabbing at your insides and writhing against your walls. You thumbed at his slit, twisting your wrist around his tip in the way you knew he liked.
"I'm gonna cum, baby," he groaned against your core, the vibrations sparking your bundle of nerves and sending you over the edge with a keen. Your vision went white, riding your orgasm out on his mouth.
You felt him twitch violently in your hand, his hip stuttering weakly against your fist as if asking permission. You moved your hand to his tail at the last second, stroking it and watching it start to quiver with sensitivity, wanting to see what would happen. He came with a whimper, balls clenching tightly.
He lifted you off his face with his palms, glaring at you. "What the fuck was that?"
You shrugged, but your eyes were glassy, devious thoughts forming. God, the ways you could absolutely ruin him if his tail was that sensitive from just a pat or two. This was even worse than when you scratched his scalp. "Nothing."
His ears pinned back in fear, recognizing the look in your eyes that stated he would be shooting blanks in a few minutes. "What are you thinking about?"
"Roll over with your ass up, puppy."
inspired by the newest scrumptious valko drabble by @madamechrissy , stop reminding me of him guys 💔
synopsis: a wolf feels guilty he missed your birthday, and wants to come over to celebrate.
wc: 1k
a/n: my birthday was yesterday and we still have no valko :( anyways this is for all my july babies.
The day didn't just magically pass by without anyone noticing.
No, that wasn't it. It had simply passed by.
Quietly.
No one meant to forget- of course not. That was not it at all.
You had strangers congratulate you (though you had worn a sash).
Your father had given you well wishes before work (he didn't come home till much later).
Your family had gotten you new headphones to replace the ones you had lost at the beach (and you were grateful, immensely).
Indeed, no one really meant to forget, outside of your family that is.
Life had just moved on.
It was hard to describe how you felt in a way that felt honest. It's not like you didn't get a present, didn't go out or even didn't get a cake. You got to hang out, hell, you did what you wanted, but something was off. It felt like you had forced everyone to enjoy your day….
And of course, waiting on a "Happy Birthday" from your friends had been…fruitless, more or less.
You had even hinted at it. Had a stupid count down on your instagram that you noticed no one clicked "remind me on" and everything.
Tried to? You weren't great at socializing.
So when the day rolled around, it wasn't too surprising that no one you had actualy wanted to hear from said anything, but it still felt bad.
At least, until your phone buzzed while you were halfway through eating your free birthday cake from your local bakery (that, mind you, you had to pull 5 emails to prove that you were owed said freebie).
Valko: Are you busy?
You frowned, swallowing thickly.
You: Depends.
The typing bubble appeared almost immediately, and its dissapearance just as fast.
Again.
Can I come over?
About 30 minutes later, there was a hesitant knock. You opened the door to find Valko standing there with one hand buried in his pocket, the other holding a rather limp bouquet, suggesting he ran all the way to your place from wherever he had been. Some of the petals were even missing.
He looked….nervous.
Which was strange. Valko was many things. Occaisonally awkward? Sure. A genius? Absolutley. But nervous?
That usually wasn't one of them.
"…Hi."
"Hi."
"…Everything okay?"
He nodded once. Then shook his head.
"I…" he exhaled through his nose, handing you the flowers. His face cringed as more petals and leaves hit the floor before looking back at you. "Can- May I come in first?"
You stepped aside, holding the flowers. An ant was on a stem. You flick it off.
He wandered into your apartment like he had forgotten how legs worked, stopping near the island.
Silence.
You leaned against the counter.
"So?"
Another silence. Then,
"Yesterday was your birthday."
You blinked. Is that why he was here? "…Yeah."
"I didn't know."
"Oh."
"I found out this morning."
"…Oh."
" I would've said something- I- I tried to get better flowers but that's all they had."
You smile faintly. "I know- that you would have said something, I mean."
"I missed it."
"It was one day."
"It mattered."
His answer came too quickly, as if he hadn't meant to say that out loud. The room fell quiet once again as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I just…" Valko looked anywhere except you, eyes on the blue and yellow umbrella toy your nephew left behind yesterday. "I kept thinking about you yesterday."
You tilt your head. "What about it?"
"I was answering emails. In meetings. You were probably…I don't know," he laughed under his breath. "Having cake. Getting calls."
You snort. "I didn't buy a cake. I had a freebie though."
"…"
"I went out for lunch and collected my freebies from my emails."
"…"
"I even went to bed at 10 cause I wasn't feeling great."
He stared. "….That was your birthday?"
"Pretty much."
You watched as something in his expression changed. Not pity, but not something smaller. "So…you spent it alone?"
"Not exactly. Just family."
"So…no friends."
"I didn't mind. I don't really mind being alone, Valko."
"That's different."
You looked at him for a second before opening your fridge, grabbing the premade coffee. "Is it?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket. "I know I got you the flowers but, I did stop somewhere else."
He set a small paper bag on the counter. It wasn't wrapped. Inside sat a slice of strawberry shortcake, with a single candle sitting crookedly on top.
A single candle.
Still in the plastic sleeve.
You looked up. "…Valko,"
"I know it's late."
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
His voice stayed soft. "I didn't like the idea of your birthday ending with leftovers."
Your chest tightened, but you laughed anyway. "I like leftovers."
"I don't."
"You weren't even there."
"I know."
"…"
"…I wish I had been."
The words slipped out before he could stop them. He froze. You did too. Neither of you spoke only until after several painfully long seconds. He cleared his throat.
"…Can I still…?"
He awkwardly lifted the cake, fixing the candle to sit straight, his free hand grabbing a lighter from his pocket. "Even if it's technically the day after?"
You looked from him to the tiny slice to the candle, then back at the man who looked like he was genuinley worried you'd say no.
"…Yeah, yeah. Go ahead."
Valko's shoulders visibly relaxed. The lighter took a couple tries to actually hold a flame, and he lit the candle, a small smile tugging at his lips, canines poking out.
"Do I sing?"
"…Yes please."
You listen to him, not even realizing you're wiping your eyes cause you feel them watering. When he's done, he holds it out to you, still in his hands. You close your eyes, puffing your cheeks out when you blow the flame out.
"…Did you wish for anything?"
"I can't tell you."
"I know. I hope it comes true anyways."
You look down at the cake. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For remembering."
He smiled sadly. "I didn't. I remembered a day late."
"That still counts."
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then you grabbed two forks from the drawer. "You staying?"
"If you'll have me."
"I wasn't going to enjoy the slice by myself." You hand him the second fork.
Outside, life kept moving…
Inside, your birthday was already over.
Sylus who without a doubt would scent you, at first it was unnoticeable. You'll always find him burrowing his face on your neck, his nose nuzzling up and down your neck, he'll remain, not kissing, just there... nuzzling, resting, quietly inhaling your scent, storing it in his memory.
Sylus is a dragon at heart, after all, and dragons are notoriously possessive of what belongs to them. You were his most precious treasure, and he treated you like it. He’d spend ridiculous amount of money at underground auctions, outbidding everyone without a second thought just to bring home the rarest, most expensive jewelry for you—custom-cut gemstones, ancient heirloom cuffs, gold and ruby pieces that looked like they belonged in a museum. He loved draping them over your skin, adorning his prize, but nothing he bought ever satisfied his instincts quite as much as leaving his own mark on you
Sylus who would intertwine your fingers together when he's pinning you on the bed, rubbing your wrists together as he burrow himself on you, "Sy! get off, I can't breathe" he'll move away from your neck to look at you, his face painted with serious offense like you just told him you'll take Mephisto away. "Alright, breathe." he'll demand, giving you a few seconds before nuzzling back, now pampering your neck with kisses, muttering how unfair you're being for telling him to get off.
Sylus who already stake his claim to you, you thought he's just that clingy, nuzzling on your neck, you thought him pressing his nose on your wrist was just his affectionate behavior, or so you thought. You caught on when Tara commented on your scent, "you smell different" not quite understanding her at first, feeling self conscious but she immediately assured you. Saying something about your natural scent being different.
Sylus who is so insufferably smug when you finally put it together, it's a meeting he had with Valko that you figured what's happening. Being acquainted with Valko you greet him as you take your seat next to Sylus, "Damn..." was his greeting, immediately eyeing Sylus with a knowing smirk. "What?" you asked as his nose sniffed, you try to sniff yourself, confused why your werewolf friend is sniffing.
"Come on, you didn't have to lather her in your scent, Mr. Qin," Valko teased, looking right at Sylus. "We already know she's yours." Instead of denying it, Sylus just reached over and gave your thigh a firm, possessive squeeze under the table, a thoroughly satisfied smirk spreading across his face.
"Gotta make sure my message is clear."
𑣲𝓳 hullo, it's my first time writing for Sylus so I hope u enjoy reading this drabble. lol I just got his perfume and I can't stop smelling it, it's the reason why I wrote and created this acc. so yeah<33
hii can i req how sylus would react to dense/clueless mc? tbh this is actually me projecting cus i noticed canonically they both usually rely on vague gestures or implicit remarks to convey their intentions without letting on too much
as someone whos really bad with social cues/context, i doubt i could pick those up irl😅 but no pressure ofc!!
hi!! sorry this took so long
The fancy restaurant offered a secluded chamber just for the two of you. Sylus made sure to pick out a place with all of your favorite foods, intricate cocktails, and warm lighting that was cozy enough to dim your outrage at how expensive the place was. The lack of prizes on the menu you were given was enough confirmation.
When you gently chided Sylus, he just sent you one of his grins and told you to pick a drink.
You narrowed your eyes at him in silent threat and looked down to regard the drink menu.
The card was elegant paper with cursive letters and thin-lined drawings scattered across the page. There was a variety of choices, some of which you had never heard of. There was tea made of herbs you did not dare pronounce; Italian coffee made of exotic beans; juices of fruit combined in a way you would never come up with. Then there was wine, names familiar to you, courtesy of the man sitting across from you.
“I think maybe a wine would go well with my dish,” you mused, focusing on the French name.
“I think red will be better than white, sweetie.”
You nodded without looking up at him. “Yes, I suppose. You recommend anything?”
When silence stretched out longer than usually, your eyes flickered up to meet his. Sylus was looking at you already, too amused for your liking. “I will pick a wine for you if you’d like, sweetie. But you didn’t read the whole menu. There are cocktails as well.”
You frowned a bit at where he was going with this. “It’s okay, Sy. I’ll take the wine.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I heard you. Do look at the cocktails, kitten.”
You playfully kicked him under the table. “Is this about your money spending fetish again?”
“No clue what you’re talking about.”
With an exaggerated huff, you looked at the cocktail positions. And, of course, they were deliciously intricate.
From Passoa Spritz to yuzu with whiskey, each one was so different from the rest that your head started hurting from the mere idea of having to choose. After the two first elaborate names, you stopped trying to read them and focused on the ingredients listed below.
“Have you ever had Sex on the Beach?” he asked as you raised your gaze up to Sylus.
Your brows shot up so quickly he bit his lip to hide the bubbling laughter. “Are you interested?”
“I mean, I’m always willing to try new things. I was just wondering when I was reading the menu.”
You blinked a few times as you saw his cheeks dusted with peachy pink in the warm light of lamps around you. Why was he saying that… here? “Have you?”
“Yeah.”
“When?” You couldn’t stop your heartbeat speeding up. You thought he had never… How was that even possible?
He shrugged. “I don’t remember.”
“How can you possibly not remember?”
“I prefer something less sweet. And I like wine more than cocktails,” he said, motioning to the menu. “But if you like something that’s not on here, we can ask the bartender to make it for you.”
Your eyes were burning by the time you remembered how to blink. And when Sylus burst out laughing, you hid your blazing hot face behind the damned cocktail menu.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked between hearty laughs.
You kicked him under the table again.
“I mean, if you entertain the idea of rolling in the sand, kitten-”
“Sylus!” You smacked his forearm that was resting right in front of you on the table. Trying to recover from your very dirty thoughts, you cleared your throat. “I don’t know what drink to pick.”
His eyes softened when he looked at you, a warm hand reaching out to take one of yours. “Have you read through them all?”
“Sure. There are so many…”
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Look at position four.”
You sent him a confused look, but checked the menu anyway. And what you saw…
“10.5 grams of soul,” you breathed out, a smile threatening to stretch on your face. And you let it.
He was blushing when you reached out to his cheek across the table. “I was waiting for you to notice. You were very stubborn not to.”
“I’m sorry,” you whined, still slightly embarrassed. “You know how I get and how I am.”
His soft smile deepened. “I know.” He raised your hand and placed a gentle kiss on top. “Happy anniversary, sweetie.”
“Happy anniversary, Sy.”
After a few, lovely glances, he added, “So, about that Freudian slip of yours…”
synopsis: The only way to relieve stress is with them
pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader
content: oral (m!receiving with Zayne, fem!receiving with Sylus), dry humping (with Valko)
Zayne
Sometimes you really worried for Zayne's blood pressure.
Most days, he came home exhausted. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was the days were he trudged into the door like this that worried you.
His jaw is clenched, brows still knit like he's replaying an argument over in his head. The anger is his eyes softens when he sees you curled on the couch but it isn't erased completely. Luckily for him, you know exactly what he needs.
"Just like that..." Zayne sighs the moment your tongue swirls around his tip, watching him throw his head back in pleasure. His hand at the back of your neck tightens as you take him deeper.
You've blown Zayne enough times to know exactly how he likes it. And you know him enough to know what he really needs right now.
When you finally reach the base of him, mindful to stay breathing through your nose and not choke, you look up through teary eyes. It takes one look for him to understand.
His hips move carefully at first, slowly fucking your throat so as to let you get used to it. But once you squeeze his thighs, pleading for more? He's not holding back.
"Such a-fuck-good girl. Letting me use you." His actions are just as debased as his words, fucking your face so hard you don't even have time to choke, tip almost definitely bruising the back of your throat.
You've never been more wet in your life.
He doesn't cum down your throat like you'd expected. Instead, he pulls out, groaning as his cum shoots onto your open mouth and cheeks. Zayne is nearly doubled over, panting as he leans down to kiss you messily.
"So good for me. Let me take care of you now, okay?"
Sylus
Maybe you brought some of this stress onto yourself.
I mean, you WERE choosing to be in a serious relationship with your job's number 1 target. But, none of them really knew just how incredible Sylus was. Otherwise, they'd totally understand.
Of course, that doesn't help the pit of anxiety in your stomach every time Onychinus gets mentioned in the briefing room.
Today had been bad. There'd been a three hour long meeting about their various activities, and you'd had a knot in your stomach the entire time. Even as you step into your bedroom, you can feel it. So, there's really only one thing to do.
"Lay down." You don't explain, but Sylus gets the message. He smirks, setting his book aside and laying down on the bed as you strip down.
"Bad day?" He asks as you straddle his face. His evol wraps around your upper body to keep you steady, though his iron grip on your thighs makes it clear you won't fall.
"Less talking." You plead, squirming at the feeling of his warm breath against your pussy. He smirks, and then dives in so quickly you immediately cry out.
To his credit, Sylus is amazing at eating you out. Seriously, how he knows every spot that makes you scream, you'll never understand. But you definitely aren't complaining.
"O-oh fuck! Right there!" You gasp, back arching as you grip his silver locks. He moans at the sensation, ever the masochist.
You cum hard on his tongue, nearly seeing stars. But his grip doesn't loosen, and you're quickly whining from overstimulation.
"S-Sylus! I can't! Fuck!" You gasp, having to grip the headboard so you don't rip the hair from his head. He hums, fingers replacing his tongue as he pulls away.
"You wanted to use me, remember sweetie? Just relax and let me take care of you."
Valko
Honestly, you really don't know why Valko does this to himself.
It was his company after all, he didn't need to be working so hard! Still, he found things to busy himself with endlessly, only to drag himself to your place, exhausted and overwhelmed.
"Poor thing..." You coo as he sinks into the bed, head resting on your lap as he lays on your stomach. He sighs as your fingers card through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.
"You smell nice." He mumbles, propping himself up so he can press his lips to yours. You smile into it, pulling him a little closer.
"I tried a new lotion tonight. You like it?" You pull him with you as you lay back, his large form settling in between your legs. He sighs, and you can already feel the anxiety starting to melt off him.
"I do. I just..." He shifts, moving even closer to you and pressing his body closer. You whimper involuntarily when he grinds against you.
Perhaps he'd been a little too busy lately.
"You smell-fuck-b-better like this..." Valko murmurs, his whole body pressed against yours as his hips grind back and forth between your legs. Despite the layers of clothing, you whine at the sensation, pleasure shooting through you.
His stress becomes clear with the way his movements become frantic, pressing his lips to yours to kiss you sloppily. Usually, Valko likes to take his time, moving slowly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. But you're definitely not complaining at this change of pace.
"God!" He gasps, fingers digging into your flesh as he makes a mess of his pants. You can't help but smile, even if you weren't quite there. He'll make it up to you in a minute.
Roommate! Valko’s heightened senses leave you no privacy.
NSFW, minors DNI
You sighed, melting back into the couch and fiddling with the TV remote. You were mindlessly scrolling through channels, barely paying attention as your entire focus was undeniably between your legs.
You pressed your thighs together, chasing that much needed pressure from the vibrator you'd previously shoved up your cunt.
You bit the inside of your cheek, your face burning up at the depravity of doing this in broad daylight– particularly in the living room. Knowing your roommate, Valko, could walk in at any second.
But you reassured yourself that the vibrating toy was meant to be discreet. Even if your luck turned out bad enough for him to join you, he would have no idea. Still, you prayed you wouldn't be put in that situation.
Ovulation was particularly hard on you this time around. With the entire morning and afternoon spent in bed, and still feeling insatiable, this was your last resort if you had any hope of getting up for the day.
Sighing at the feeling of your pussy involuntarily clenching, you tried to get your focus back on the screen. But suddenly, your heart dropped to your ass at the sound of a door clicking open. Heavy footsteps rang through the hallway, and a giant figure finally came into view.
It was Valko, of course, sporting his usual playful grin. “Yo, I was wondering if–” He was about to move closer when he stopped dead in his tracks, nostrils flaring as his Adam's apple visibly bobbed with a gulp.
Fuck, he didn't notice, did he? There's absolutely no way.
“W-what's wrong?” You tried to calm your nerves.
“Nothing,” he breathed out, shoulders tight as he took careful steps toward you, pausing a moment too long before joining you on the couch.
The cushions dipped noticeably with his weight, his gaze fell onto the TV. “Watcha watching?”
You were laying down on your back, your legs folded back to give him space. Because of that, your pussy was right there, inches away from his hand resting at his side.
“U-uh, nothing. I couldn't decide.”
“Mhm, want me to help?” Valko looked at you, his deep voice coming off breathier than usual, eyes holding yours with an insinuation that felt like way more than just about goddamn TV channels.
“Yeah.” And you came– messy, the kind where you had to fight your eyes from rolling back, yet you couldn't help your brows scrunching together. And you did all of this while holding his gaze. You noticed his pupils visibly dilate as he snarled under his breath.
“You’re insane, pup.”
One of his massive hands wrapped around your ankle, effortlessly dragging your entire body even closer to him as he turned his frame to fully face you. Hovering over you now, he ran his hands up your sides before gripping your hips.
“Tsk, you know I can do a better job than that thing.”
He immediately tugged your shorts off with your help, groaning as the scent of your arousal grew stronger. Without thinking, he shoved his nose against your pussy, separated by nothing but the flimsy fabric of your underwear.
“What are yo– ngh!” He shut you up with a hard kiss to your clit through the lace.
After a few moments of him inhaling deeply, whimpering like he was drunk off your scent, he moved back just to tug your underwear aside, growling at the toy still pulsing inside you. He gripped its base and pulled it out entirely with a wet squelch, leaving you whining at the loss.
He didn't let you miss it for long though. It was immediately replaced by him stuffing you full with his fingers– thicker, longer, and curved to hit spots you didn't know existed. Your slick was already running down his knuckles, but you couldn't help wondering how that massive bulge in his pants would feel pressing inside you instead.
Caleb steps into the bedroom, dressed only in a towel wrapped around his waist, pearls of water still dripping from the tips of his hair and down his body.
"What a shame you didn't join me," he says cheekily, giving you a teasing look.
"Whatever, I'm still mad at you."
You're sitting on the bed and look back down at your phone, trying not to give him too much of a reaction.
"Right... right... Next time, I should just ignore your coworker's question about her dead grandfather's broken plane and tell her it's fine as it is. We'll see if she survives," he jokes.
"Might be a plan," you reply, not caring what he says, since this conversation is going nowhere.
"Roger, Colonel. Next time, I'll just make sure she crashes."
"Stop this nonsense." You toss your phone aside, cross your arms, and pout.
Caleb steps in front of you. If you don't look up, you're staring directly at his crotch. If you do look up, he's looking down at you with that smug expression. You decide to look to the side instead.
"Oh, no, no, no~~ Don't look away," he says, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.
"Don't touch me, Caleb! I don't wanna look at you right now!" you push his hand away.
“Sure, then… don’t look at me,” he says and flicks his finger to use his Evol on your arms, causing them to automatically circle his waist.
"CALEB!!" you yell, angry that he's using his Evol to get his way again.
"What? No touching, as you said! You did that all yourself!"
"You're so annoying, oh my god."
You pull your arms away, though you aren't entirely unaffected by the brief skin-to-skin contact.
"Hmm... if I'm that annoying, why are you so eager for my attention?" His voice shifts from annoying older brother to the flirty Colonel who knows exactly which buttons to push.
He uses his Evol again to push you farther up the bed, making you lie on your back. "Caleb, stop it," you say, though this time, you don't really mean it.
"Again... I'm not touching you... yet," he says, moving your arms above your head and pinning them there with his Evol while positioning himself over you.
He's not lying on top of you yet. Instead, he hovers above you, making sure his body doesn't touch yours.
"Tell me again how much it bothered you that I had a conversation with another woman, even though you asked me to help her out.”
“"Will you let go of me then?" you ask, meeting his darkened gaze.
"Maybe~" he smirks.
"Yes, it bothered me.. a lot. I want all of your attention to be on me. Happy? Now let go!"
Caleb releases his Evol's hold on you, only to let his own body weight settle over yours. He now uses one hand to keep both of your wrists pinned above your head.
"Hmm... did you forget I don't need my Evol for that?" He begins kissing your neck. "Cute little thing. You got so jealous, you lost all common sense."
You try to free yourself from his grip, struggling against him a little. Are you doing this because it turns you on and you know he’s going to be extra dominant with you, when you put up just enough resistance to make it seem real? Fuck yeah.
"Caleb, I'm serious. I'm not over being mad. I don't want to have sex right now." You try to push yourself up, but with his firm grip on your wrists, all you manage to do is arch your back.
Caleb removes his towel and nudges his thigh between your legs.
"Hm, no? But your body is telling me otherwise when I..." he unbuttons your shirt with his free hand, "...kiss you here."
He presses kisses along your naked breast, "...and here...", along your stomach, "...and..." he releases your wrists and pulls down your pants, "...especially here."
You move your hands to the back of his head, instinctively wanting to push him farther down between your legs.
Caleb looks up at you with a grin from between your thighs, "Not so angry at me anymore, hm?"
Valko is incredibly attentive when it comes to you. Almost too attentive. So when your expression falls out of nowhere on a seemingly normal, relaxed afternoon, of course he'd notice before you even realized you let it slip.
"What's the matter, baby?" he reaches up towards your face, thumbing over your frown, his brow furrowing with worry.
"It's stupid," you mumble, sniffling.
"It's not." he insists. "Tell me, please?"
"Okay, I just…" you hesitate, taking a shaky breath and looking away. "I get these bad thoughts I can't control pretty often, and I got the impulse to take your drink and dump it all out on the table. And it would soak and ruin the books, and you'd be so upset and confused and…" You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, your voice beginning to wobble. "I-I don't know, um, imagining your expression makes me really sad,"
Valko hums, guiding you into his lap with a large hand on your waist and another resting on your spine, coaxing you to cry into his shoulder. You hiccup, your hands shaking as you fist them in his shirt.
"You're such a sweetheart, you know that?" he murmurs, slowly rubbing a hand up and down your back. "So gentle and kind, just the thought of upsetting me is enough to make you cry."
You look up at him, your eyes still watery, and he gives you a soft smile, cupping your cheek. "I am incredibly lucky to have you. Thank you for trusting me with your heart." His confession draws even more tears from your eyes, and he kisses each one away, causing you to giggle quietly.
"They're just thoughts, sweets. Even if it's tough, it's best to let them pass on by. If life is like a river, they're just the sticks floating by your boat." He kisses the tip of your nose, then pulls back to meet your eyes again. "If they're bothering you, just let me know. You know I'm good at finding new ways to occupy that little brain of yours, yeah?"
When you nod, the pride in his expression is unmistakable. "Good. Hey, how about we try that new fish game that just came out? The one you told me you wanted to play." He looks just as eager as you do when you say yes.
♡︎ synopsis: Jet-lagged and wide awake long past midnight, you let Valko invite himself over to keep you company. What starts as a friendly, playful hangout slowly turns into something much more intimate.
♡︎ pairing: Valko x fem!reader
♡︎ tags: friends to lovers, making out, dry humping, use of 'sweetheart' 'baby' 'pretty girl', cowgirl, creampie ofc
♡︎ word count: 8k
♡︎ a/n: After the announcement we got last week, I ofc had to write something for Valko. I hope you like how I wrote him.
It took me over 8 hours to edit this fic, so if you don't like something or if there are any errors, I don't wanna know <3
♡︎ I wanna thank @unintentionalseductress for helping, and my beta reader its-de who doesn't have an account anymore (🙄).
divider by @anitalenia
The glow of the television washes the living room in soft, shifting light, some familiar comfort show murmuring in the background as you sink deeper into the corner of the sofa. The apartment still carries that faint in-between feeling that always follows a trip, your half-unpacked suitcase sitting by the wall, your carry-on slouched near the entryway. You scroll through Moments without really seeing much of it, your thumb moving on autopilot as photos and captions blur together, and when your eyes flick to the time in the corner of the screen, a quiet sigh leaves you – it’s past midnight. You only got back yesterday, but it annoys you that your body still refuses to remember what time zone it belongs to.
With a small frown, you toss your phone beside you, only to reach for it again a few seconds later. Sleep feels nowhere near, but so does doing anything useful. Your gaze drifts back to the screen, catching on the photo you posted from the trip a few hours ago. For a moment, you just stare at it, thumb hovering near the comments before you see a new notification at the top of your screen, and your breath catches.
Valko.
You stare at his name for a second before tapping on the message, your pulse giving one traitorous flutter as the chat opens.
‘Why are you still up??’
Your finger lingers above the keyboard, a smile already tugging at your lips, before you type back.
‘Why are you up?’
His reply comes quickly.
‘I asked you first.’
A quiet laugh slips out of you.
You shift further into the corner of the sofa, glancing toward the television even though you are no longer paying attention to whatever scene is playing out on the screen.
‘I’m still a little jet-lagged. Can’t sleep.’
For a few seconds, nothing happens.
Your thumb brushes the edge of your phone as you stare at the screen, suddenly wondering whether that sounded too flat. Maybe you should have added something else. Maybe –
Another message appears.
‘Then can I come over and keep you company?’
You sit up so quickly the blanket pooled over your legs slips halfway to the floor.
For a moment, you can only stare at the words – it’s such a simple message, but the thought of Valko here, in your apartment, at this hour, sends a rush through you that makes it impossible to stay curled up on the sofa like nothing happened.
You try to sound casual as you type back.
‘Sure.’
His answer appears almost immediately.
‘I’ll be there in twenty.’
Your eyes widen.
Twenty?
You glance down at yourself, at the pajamas you changed into after your shower. You push yourself off the sofa, hurrying to the bathroom to make yourself more presentable.
By the time you step back into the living room, changed into your new loungewear – an oversized sweater and a pair of shorts – and a light layer of makeup, your heartbeat has still not quite calmed down.
And then you nearly jump out of your skin.
There, just beyond the glass, Valko is already waiting outside on the balcony.
Your hand flies to your chest before you let out a quiet breath, your nerves settling almost as quickly as they spiked. What did you expect? Of course he used the balcony again, like it is a perfectly normal substitute for a front door.
You step closer and slide the door open. Before he can even get a word out, you point toward the entryway and try your best to sound serious.
“You need to immediately take off your shoes and put them by the front door like any other normal person would.”
A grin pulls at his mouth, and a soft chuckle slips from him as he steps inside. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” you say, with as much dignity as you can manage, even though you already feel far too giddy to properly stay in character. “Those are the rules.”
He does exactly as he’s told, walking over to the front door to slip off his shoes and leave them neatly where they should be.
You don’t really get a chance to say anything before he closes the distance between you and pulls you into a hug.
It’s warm and almost a little too tight, the kind of hug that steals your breath for a second, but you don’t care, not when his arms are around you like this. You tuck your face against his chest, breathing him in, and something in your chest loosens.
You missed this. Two weeks wasn’t even that long, but the moment his arms close around you, it hits you how much you’d been craving this exact feeling. The solid warmth of his body, the way he hugs like he means it, the faint familiar scent of his skin.
You squeeze him a little tighter, hoping he can’t feel how reluctant you are to let go.
“I missed you,” he murmurs against the top of your head.
A smile presses against his chest.
“I’m happy to hear that,” you say softly.
His arms loosen just enough for him to pull back and look at you, though his hands still linger at your waist.
“Only happy to hear that?” he asks, head tilting just a little. “You didn’t miss me at all?”
Your heart gives another hard, hopeless thud.
With the way he is looking at you, warm and teasing and still standing too close, it’s hard to hold onto any version of coolness for very long. So you say nothing, only glance away as if that will somehow hide the fact that your pulse is stumbling all over itself.
When he finally lets you go, the loss of his warmth feels immediate. His gaze flickers over you. It’s brief, almost nothing at all, but you catch it anyway – the quick dip of his eyes, the split-second pause that lingers just a touch too long before he looks back up.
Heat stirs low in your stomach.
If he noticed the bare stretch of your legs beneath the sweater, he does not say it.
Then his gaze drifts past you, over the living room.
You follow it, and only then do you properly take in the small signs of the last two days still scattered around the apartment. It’s not a mess, but it’s enough to make you realize, with a small jolt of horror, that while you had been busy changing, fixing your face, and deciding whether those shorts were too much, it had not once occurred to you to make the place look more presentable.
Valko glances back at you, amusement already tugging at his mouth. “You really made yourself at home.”
You stare at him.
Then at the open suitcase, then back at him.
“I – ” You stop, because there is truly no dignified recovery from this. “I just got back.”
His laugh is soft and boyish, bright with amusement, and before you can fumble your way into a proper defense, his hand comes up to rest lightly on your shoulder.
“I’m teasing,” he says. “Relax.”
Something in your chest loosens at once, though the embarrassment still lingers warm at your cheeks.
“You’re annoying,” you mutter, without much conviction.
He only grins and walks past you toward the sofa, entirely too pleased with himself, and drops down onto it, one arm spreading along the backrest.
You stand there for a second, trying not to think about the fact that he’s in your apartment, at almost one in the morning. Instead of sitting down beside him, you linger on your feet and start folding the few clothes left draped over the armchair, because you need something to do with your hands.
For a little while, the conversation comes easily – you ask him what he was doing up so late, and he tells you he got caught up researching something and lost track of time, and then he asks you how the trip was. As you smooth one of the shirts between your hands, you tell him that it was beautiful, that you enjoyed it more than you expected, that you and your friends managed to explore a few cities in between all the wedding preparations, though by the end of it you were exhausted from helping with everything. Even so, you admit that it had been worth it, because seeing your friend that happy, that deeply in love, had made all of it feel strangely tender and a little overwhelming in the best way.
The words trail off there for a second, because the memory rises too clearly, your friend smiling through tears, music drifting through warm evening air, the soft gold of the lights, the feeling of standing just outside someone else’s happiness and being moved by it anyway. You pause with the folded fabric still in your hands. When you look up, Valko is already watching you in that way of his that makes it seem like he notices more than he lets on.
So you shake yourself out of it before the moment can linger too long, and with a softer laugh, you steer the conversation somewhere lighter, telling him that the food alone had probably been worth the trip, and that you would have enjoyed it even more if you had not managed to spill some of it on your dress before the night was over.
“That’s a shame,” he says. “You looked beautiful.”
A soft flutter moves through your stomach, and for a brief second, you remember the small rush of giddiness you felt earlier when the notification popped up and you saw that he had liked the photo. Heat rise to your cheeks. “Thank you,” you murmur.
You clear your throat softly and glance toward the suitcase.
“Oh, right,” you say. “I almost forgot.”
His brows lift a little as you cross the room and crouch beside the half-open case, pushing aside a few last things until your fingers find what you had tucked in carefully. When you straighten again, you are holding a small sachet of dried flowers and a box of chocolates.
Valko watches you come back toward him, his expression shifting into mild confusion. “What’s that?”
You stop in front of him and hold the two things out. “A gift for you,” you say, “The flowers are from a little shop near where we stayed,” you explain. “They smelled really good, and they made me think of you. And the chocolates are from a local chocolaterie.”
A quiet breath leaves him, almost like a laugh, though there is something more touched than amused in it.
“That’s... really nice of you,” he says. “Thank you.”
You shrug. “It’s nothing.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not nothing.”
Before you can answer, he reaches for you.
His hand catches your wrist gently and tugs you closer, and the next thing you know, you are half stumbling onto the sofa as he pulls you down beside him and gathers you into another hug, and a startled little laugh slips out of you.
His cheek brushes your temple, and then his lips do too. “You’re sweet,” he murmurs.
For a moment, you simply let yourself stay there, tucked against him on the sofa.
“So,” he says, leaning back, “are you feeling sleepy yet?”
You shake your head. “Not at all. I’m wide awake.”
His gaze lifts toward the digital clock on the wall, and the faint crease that appears between his brows makes you want to laugh a little. “It’s past one,” he says, glancing back at you. “That’s a problem.”
You tilt your head. “Is it?”
“Yes,” he says, with enough seriousness to make the corners of your mouth twitch. “It is. We need to get you to sleep.”
Your lips pull into a small pout. “But you said you wanted to keep me company.”
His expression softens with amusement. “I do want to keep you company, but you should really get your sleep sorted out.”
The pout lingers, growing just enough to make him narrow his eyes at you like he already knows you are about to be difficult on purpose.
“So you said you missed me, and now you’re trying to get me to go to sleep. Rude.”
Valko looks ready to answer right away, but then he stops. His mouth closes again, and something shifts in his expression – a glint of mischief appears in his eyes so suddenly and so familiarly that you know you’re in trouble.
“Oh,” he says slowly, his grin beginning to spread, “so that’s what this is?”
Heat starts rising before you even know where he is going with it.
“Are you saying you missed me too?” His smile widens. “You just want to spend more time with me. Is that what you’re saying?”
Your whole face goes hot.
For a moment, you can only stare at him, feeling the burn spread across your cheeks as your mouth opens and closes once, then again, with absolutely nothing useful coming out. Valko’s grin only widens at your silence, clearly delighted with himself, and before he can say anything worse, you reach up and grab his cheeks between your fingers, squishing them without mercy.
“Ow, ow, ow,” he protests, though the laugh in his voice ruins any real attempt at sounding injured. “No need for violence!”
You let go, trying to look far less flustered than you feel, while he rubs at his cheeks with both hands and gives you a faint little pout that does nothing to make him less smug.
“Well,” you say, refusing to let him have the last word so easily, “you’re awake at this hour too, so why don’t you go to sleep?”
He leans back into the sofa, still rubbing one cheek as if you have truly wounded him, and lets out a thoughtful hum. “You know,” he says after a moment, “you’re right. The research I was doing didn’t help. My brain is still working through it, so I should probably try to relax too.”
His gaze drifts around the apartment then, over the sofa, the blankets, the cushions, and when he looks back at you, there is something almost casual in the way he says, “I can stay here, if you want. I can sleep over and take the sofa. Your apartment is cozy, after all.”
Your heart gives a quick, sudden flutter.
Then he pauses, glances toward the half-open suitcase by the wall, and adds with a grin, “Even with all this mess around.”
You smack his shoulder and he only laughs, like he had been waiting for exactly that reaction.
“Well,” you say, trying, and failing, to hide your smile, “if you think the sofa will be comfortable enough, then sure. You can stay over.”
Before he can find something else to tease you about, you pat your hands against your thighs and start to stand up. “Okay, then,” you say sweetly, already turning away. “Goodnight.”
Valko’s hand catches your waist before you get more than halfway up, stopping you without any real effort. A soft, amused laugh escapes him, like he knows exactly what you’re doing.
“No, no, no,” he says, gently pulling you back down beside him. “Now we both have to help each other fall asleep.”
You glance at him, unable to keep your smile from slipping through. “Oh, so that’s how it is?”
“That’s exactly how it is.”
Valko grabs the blanket you’d been using and spreads it over both of you. “We can watch whatever you had on,” he says, nodding toward the TV.
You settle deeper into the sofa, close enough that your knee brushes his beneath the blanket. For a while, neither of you says much. Then, slowly, his arm slips along the back of the sofa and curls around your shoulders, drawing you gently against his side – and you can’t help but lean into him.
At one point, you see him nuzzle lightly into the blanket – that sweet, familiar habit of his that always made you smile.
The episode plays on. A few small comments pass between you, easy and low, but gradually his body grows heavier against yours. His head tips until it rests lightly on top of yours, and his breathing slows into deep, even breaths.
You go still, listening.
A smile tugs at your lips when you carefully tilt your head to glance up at him.
His eyes are closed.
So much for his very serious plan.
Carefully, so you do not jostle him too much, you lift a hand and give his arm a small nudge. “Hey,” you murmur. “You’re gonna hurt your neck like that.”
He makes a soft sound first, then shifts against you, his cheek brushing against your hair before his eyes crack open only halfway. There is a moment where he looks thoroughly confused, caught between sleep and waking, and then his brows draw together faintly as if he is trying to remember where he is.
“Hey…” he mumbles, voice drowsy. “I’m supposed to be the one helping you sleep.”
“You’re doing a terrible job,” you whisper back, smiling as you say it.
He exhales a sleepy, half-formed laugh and instead of pulling away, sinks closer, his arm tightening around you.
You stay quiet for a moment, letting the comfortable silence settle between you. Then Valko’s voice breaks it, barely more than a murmur when he asks, “Did you miss me?”
The question is simple, stripped of any teasing. For a second, you just look at him – at his sleepy face, at the hopeful, searching look in his eyes.
“Yes,” you say softly. “I did.”
His arm tightens just slightly around you.
“I was really happy to see you tonight,” you add after a moment. “I know it was only two weeks, but it felt longer than that. And with everything getting busy again soon...” You trail off, then glance up at him. “I just wanted a little more time with you, I guess.”
Valko is quiet for a moment, his thumb brushing slowly against your side. Then he shifts slightly, turning more toward you. His gaze drops to your lips for a heartbeat before returning to your eyes, and the air between you feels suddenly heavier, sweeter.
His other hand lifts slowly, and when it settles against your upper back, the touch sends a small shiver through you. Then his hand slides higher, fingers spreading gently at the back of your head, cradling you there. You feel yourself drift closer, and he does the same.
Then his lips press against yours.
The kiss is soft and warm and careful. You melt into him. One of your hands holds onto the fabric of his hoodie, your body pressing closer of its own accord as happiness blooms through you so suddenly and so completely it almost feels unreal.
When your lips part, neither of you moves far.
Then he looks at you again, his gaze is softer than before but clearer too.
“I like you too much to pretend this is nothing,” he says, his voice soft and unguarded. He holds your gaze for another second. “Tell me if this is what you want too.”
Your answer comes easily. “I do.”
A small smile touches his mouth, sweet and a little disbelieving.
Then you lean in and kiss him again.
The hand at the back of your neck stays steady as he kisses you, and when your fingers slide from his chest to curl around the back of his neck, his breath catches softly against your mouth.
His mouth parts against yours, and when your tongues meet, the sensation is warm, slow, and so intimate it makes a deep shiver run through you. The slide is unhurried at first – soft, wet strokes that make heat bloom low in your belly. His tongue brushes against yours in ways that make your toes curl and your thoughts melt away. Then he gently catches your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a soft, teasing nibble before soothing it with another slow pass of his tongue.
You make a small, helpless sound into his mouth, pressing closer, and he answers with a low hum that vibrates through you. The kiss grows deeper, more consuming, but never rushed – every stroke of his tongue leaves you dizzy, aching in the best way, your body melting even further into his hold.
When the kiss finally breaks, you stay curled against him, forehead resting lightly against his, your breaths still uneven.
Neither of you moves for a long moment.
Then you pull back to look at him. “The sofa’s not that comfortable. You can… sleep in the bed with me. If you want.”
His eyes soften, that small smile returning. “I’d like that. A lot.”
While he heads to the bathroom, you slip into your bedroom and freeze for a second. The bed is still a mess from earlier – clothes scattered everywhere from when you’d frantically tried on different loungewear before he arrived – your cheeks burn at the evidence of how much you’d wanted to look nice for him.
You move fast, scooping everything up in armfuls and jamming the pile into your closet. Then you quickly change into your own pajamas: a loose shirt and flowy shorts. From the back of your closet, you pull out the biggest oversized t-shirt you own, with a goofy graphic and a band’s name splashed across the front.
By the time Valko returns from the bathroom, you’re already settled on the now-tidied bed, heart fluttering.
You hold the oversized shirt out to him. “Here. It’s the biggest one I have.”
He takes it from you, eyes crinkling with amusement as he reads the front. “Nice choice,” he teases. “Didn’t know you were a fan.”
You roll your eyes. “Shut up and just put it on.”
Instead of stepping out, Valko stays right there in front of you. With that easy confidence of his, he reaches back and tugs the hoodie off in one smooth motion. The movement pulls his t-shirt up slightly underneath, revealing a glimpse of his toned stomach and the sharp cut of his hips before the fabric falls back into place. He peels that off too, and for a moment you forget how to breathe.
Broad shoulders, the hard strength of his arms and chest that you’ve felt against you so many times, now fully on display in the soft glow of your bedroom lamp. Your gaze traces the lines of his body before you can stop yourself, lingering on the way his muscles shift as he unfolds the oversized shirt, then dipping lower to the faint trail of hair on his lower stomach.
Then he unbuttons his jeans.
The soft sound of the zipper feels impossibly loud in the quiet room. He pushes them down his hips and steps out of them, leaving him in just his boxers. The fabric clings to the firm lines of his thighs and the unmistakable outline underneath, and your face burns. You know you should look away, but you can’t.
Valko catches you staring.
A knowing smile curves his mouth, “Enjoying the show?”
You immediately avert your gaze. “No.”
You turn off the last light and climb into bed.
He chuckles softly and finally pulls the t-shirt over his head. A moment later he joins you, pulling the blanket over both of you as he settles on his side facing you.
For a second, you just look at each other in the low glow of moonlight from the window. Then he reaches out, sliding an arm around your waist and drawing you closer until your bodies press together again.
“You okay?” he asks softly, the same careful warmth in his voice from earlier.
You nod, tucking your face against his chest, breathing him in. “Yeah.”
He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head… then another to your forehead… then, when you tilt your face up, to your lips.
This kiss starts slow and sweet, like the first one, but the closeness of the bed changes everything. Your hands find his chest again, sliding over the soft, worn fabric of your own shirt on him. He tastes like toothpaste, and the warmth of his body pressed against yours under the covers makes your head spin. One of your hands drifts up to the back of his neck, fingers threading gently into his hair, while his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you even closer until your legs tangle together.
A soft sound escapes you when his hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, palm warm and broad against the bare skin of your lower back. The touch is gentle, almost reverent, but it sends a slow shiver through you all the same. He pauses there, thumb stroking small circles against your spine, as if checking whether you want him to stop.
When you press closer instead, he lets his hand explore further, sliding up the curve of your back, mapping the warmth of your skin like he’s been wanting to do this for just as long as you have.
The kiss breaks only so you can both catch your breath, but his mouth doesn’t go far. He trails soft, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, then lower to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. When his teeth graze there lightly, your breath hitches.
“Still okay?” he whispers, voice husky now, lips brushing your skin with every word.
“Yes,” you manage, a little breathless. “Don’t stop.”
Valko makes a low, pleased sound deep in his chest. His hands slide to your waist, and with gentle strength he rolls you both over so you’re on top. He helps you settle, guiding your legs until you’re straddling his hips.
For a moment you brace yourself on your hands, hovering just slightly above him. Your heart is racing – nervous, excited, and suddenly worried about settling your full weight on top of him.
Valko looks up at you. One of his hands stays on your hip while the other smooths slowly up your back.
“Come here…” he murmurs. “All of you.”
When you hesitate for half a second, he adds gently, “Just relax.”
Carefully, you lower yourself until your full weight rests on him. The moment your chest presses fully against his, a quiet sigh escapes both of you. He feels so solid beneath you – the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his skin, the firm strength of his body supporting yours so easily. Your legs settle on either side of his hips, and the intimate press of him right between your thighs makes heat bloom low in your belly.
Valko’s arms wrap around you immediately, one hand splaying wide across your lower back, the other sliding up between your shoulder blades to hold you closer. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck with a deep inhale, breathing you in.
For a long moment you just stay like that – bodies aligned, hearts beating against each other. Then he gently nudges your face with his, and you tilt your head down to meet him.
His lips move against yours, and when the kiss deepens, it happens gradually – tongues brushing, mouths opening wider, breaths growing a little heavier. The weight of you on top of him, the way your bodies fit together so completely, makes everything feel more intense. You can feel the hard line of him pressed right against your core, and the sensation sends little sparks of pleasure through you with every tiny movement.
Still a little shy, still a little uncertain, you roll your hips in one slow, experimental movement. The friction drags right where you need it most, pulling a soft, involuntary sound from your throat. Valko groans – low, rough, and completely unguarded – the sound vibrating against your mouth. His arms tighten around you instantly, and the way he pulls you down against him makes it clear just how much he felt that.
“Fuck…” he breathes against your lips. “Do that again.”
Emboldened by his reaction, you roll your hips again, grinding down against him. The pleasure sparks sharper, deeper. You can feel every inch of him through the thin layers of fabric separating you, and the way his body responds – the way he twitches underneath you – makes your stomach flutter.
Valko meets you on the next roll. He rocks his hips up into yours in a slow, deep rhythm, pressing firmly against your core with each movement. His hold on you never loosens – he keeps you flush against his chest, bodies moving together in a slow, rolling grind.
The kiss grows sloppier, hotter – tongues slide deeper, mouths open wider, little wet sounds mixing with your shared breathing. You feel his heartbeat hammering against yours.
“You feel so good on top of me,” he murmurs. “Keep moving just like that, baby.”
Valko’s hands are everywhere. One stays anchored on your hip, guiding your movements, while the other slips under your pajama shirt, palming the soft skin of your back, then sliding down to squeeze your ass. He pulls you down harder against him on every roll, making sure you feel exactly how hard he is.
Then his hand moves between your bodies.
He presses two fingers against the front of your shorts, right over your core. The moment he touches you, you realize just how soaked you are. The fabric is warm and damp, clinging to you, and the pressure of his fingers makes the wetness even more obvious. A flush of embarrassed heat rushes through you, but it only makes you ache more.
Valko groans deeply into your mouth, the sound raw. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs. He rubs slow circles over the soaked fabric, pressing just right against your clit through the layers. The sensation makes your hips jerk, a sharp little whimper escaping you.
He pulls back from the kiss just enough to look at you, breathing hard. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, but there’s a flicker of hesitation there too. His throat works as he swallows, and when he speaks, his voice has the slightest tremble in it.
“Still okay?” he asks, fingers still gently pressing against your soaked shorts. He pauses, searching your face. “Can I…?”
You nod quickly, cheeks burning. “Yeah,” you whisper, barely audible. “Please.”
A soft, relieved breath escapes him.
He shifts just enough to reach between you. With one hand, he tugs his boxers down far enough to free himself, his cock springing up hot and heavy against your inner thigh. With the other, he hooks his fingers into the crotch of your pajama shorts and panties, tugging the soaked fabric to the side. The cool air hits your slick, exposed folds for only a second before the blunt, burning heat of his tip presses right against your entrance.
The slight sting of his girth against your sensitive opening makes you inhale sharply. Still, your thighs tremble as you fight the instinct to sink down all at once.
Valko’s eyes never leave your face. His breath is shaky, his grip on your hip almost bruising as he visibly holds himself back from thrusting up.
“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and strained. “Just relax… I’ve got you. Trust me.”
He rocks his hips up in the tiniest, careful movement, letting just the head slip inside you. The stretch is intense – a burning, aching fullness that makes your mouth fall open on a quiet, broken sound. You feel every thick inch as he slowly works you open, his eyes locked on yours the entire time, watching every flicker of sensation across your face.
Another shallow thrust, and he sinks a little deeper. His hand on your hip keeps guiding you down slowly, patiently, even as his own breath trembles and a low groan escapes his lips. You can feel how much he’s holding back – the tension in his arms, the way his fingers dig into your skin, the way his cock twitches inside you with the effort of going slow.
He presses his forehead to yours, nuzzling your nose, his voice dropping to a whisper between heavy breaths.
“Just a little more… that’s it. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
He keeps guiding you with those slow, shallow thrusts, working himself deeper. Each gentle push stretches you further, the thick heat of him dragging against your walls in a way that makes your breath hitch and your fingers curl against his shoulders. The slight sting is still there, but it’s slowly melting into something warmer, fuller, more overwhelming.
Finally, with one last careful roll of his hips, he bottoms out completely.
A soft, broken sound escapes you as he fills you to the hilt. Your walls flutter around him, clenching instinctively at the overwhelming sensation of being so completely taken.
Valko goes very still beneath you, breathing hard against your neck.
He whispers your name. “Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
You take a shaky breath, then nod against his shoulder, melting a little more in his embrace. “I’m okay,” you murmur, voice soft and a little breathless.
The tension in his body eases at your words. He pulls you even closer, if that’s possible, until there isn’t a single inch of space left between your bodies. Your breasts press against his chest, your stomach against his, your thighs snug around his hips.
“Just stay like this for a moment,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear. “Let me feel you… all of you.”
You melt into him completely.
He starts kissing you again – first pressing his lips to yours, tender and sweet. Then to your flushed cheek. Then along the line of your jaw. When he reaches your neck, he lingers there, nuzzling into the sensitive skin with a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of you as his lips trail soft, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your throat. Every kiss sends warm little sparks through your body, making you shiver and clench around him.
You feel completely surrounded by him. He makes you feel soft and safe and wanted in a way you’ve never quite felt before.
After a few long, still moments of just feeling each other, Valko starts to move.
He rolls his hips up in one slow thrust, pressing himself even deeper inside you. The drag of his thick length against your walls pulls a shaky moan from your throat. He does it again, and again – careful but steady, letting you feel every inch as he fills you completely with each roll.
You start moving with him.
Your hips begin to roll in a slow rhythm, grinding down to meet his upward thrusts. The pace is yours, and he lets you set it. Every time you sink down onto him, his cock grazes all the right spots inside you, sending sparks of sharp pleasure through your core. You can feel how wet you are – how your slick coats him completely, making every slide smoother, wetter, hotter. You angle your hips just right so that with every downward roll, your clit grinds against his pelvis. The added friction makes your thighs tremble. Pleasure builds fast and heavy, coiling tight in your belly with every movement.
You can’t stop looking at him.
Even in the low, dim light of your bedroom, he looks devastating. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark with lust, but locked on your face like he doesn’t want to miss a single detail. His lips are parted and glistening, soft groans and quiet curses falling from them every time you sink down on him. His hair is slightly messy from your fingers, and the way his jaw clenches when you roll your hips harder makes your heart stutter.
You roll your hips faster, chasing that building pleasure with every grind of your clit against his pelvis and every deep stroke of his cock inside you. The slick sounds of your bodies meeting grow louder, wetter with every movement. Your walls flutter and clench around his thick length, coating him even more with your arousal as the pressure inside you coils tighter and tighter.
A broken moan of his name slips from your lips – “Valko...” – raw and needy. The sound of it makes your cheeks burn – you feel suddenly exposed like this, riding him so shamelessly, your voice sounding so desperate, your body moving on instinct. The wave of pleasure is cresting dangerously close, and the intensity of it makes you shy for a moment.
You duck your head, hiding your face in the warm crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you keep rolling your hips.
You know Valko notices. Instead of pulling you back, he cradles the back of your head with one large hand. His voice is full of affection as he murmurs against your ear.
“You can stay right here, sweetheart. Just feel it… That’s it. Come for me.”
His words, the steady praise mixed with the way he keeps thrusting up to meet your rolling hips, push you right over the edge.
With one more deep grind of your hips, your orgasm crashes through you. Pleasure surges hot and overwhelming, ripping a muffled, trembling cry from your throat against his neck. Your walls clamp down hard around his cock, pulsing and fluttering. Your thighs shake, slick gushing around him as you come hard, soaking his length and pelvis. Valko groans deeply, the sound vibrating against your chest, and holds you even tighter, his hips still moving with yours – slow, deep rolls that help you ride out every last pulse of pleasure.
Your hips gradually slow, then finally still as the last ripples of your orgasm fade into a warm, glowing haze. You stay draped over him, breathing hard against his neck, your heart still racing wildly in your chest.
After a few long seconds, you finally gather the courage to lift your head from its hiding place. Your face is glistening with sweat, your cheeks are burning, your hair slightly messy as you meet his gaze. You’re still catching your breath, lips parted, eyes a little dazed.
When your eyes lock, the intense heat in Valko’s gaze melts into something more tender. A small, gentle smile curves his lips as he looks up at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. The hand that had been cradling the back of your head slides forward to graze your cheek with his thumb, stroking it with slow affection.
“There you are…” he murmurs, voice low and fond. “Hi, pretty girl.”
He searches your face for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, thumb continuing its gentle caress. “Do you want to keep going?”
You feel a sheepish little smile tug at your lips. You nod, still a bit breathless, cheeks warming even more under his attentive gaze.
“Yes,” you whisper.
His smile deepens, soft and warm. “You want me to take over?”
You nod again, a little quicker this time. “Yes, please.”
Valko’s gaze lingers on your face for a moment, an almost reverent smile curving his lips as he takes in the sight of you in front of him.
“Just relax for me,” he whispers against your temple, pressing a lingering kiss there. “Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”
After you nod, Valko doesn’t waste another second.
He captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss as he begins to move beneath you. His hips roll up in long thrusts, driving his thick cock deeper into your soaked heat with every stroke. One arm stays locked around your back, pressing your chest flush against his, while his other hand keeps your shorts and underwear tugged to the side so he can fuck you properly.
He keeps kissing you through it – slow and messy, tongues sliding together as his pace gradually picks up. His breath grows heavier against your lips, and between kisses he whispers –
“Am I doing good? Tell me… fuck, I need to hear it.”
You’re already losing yourself in the rhythm of his thrusts, the way his cock stretches and fills you so perfectly. The answer slips out of you in a hazy, breathless mumble, half-coherent and soaked in pleasure.
“You feel so good…” you moan, voice breaking. “Fuck – you’re so big… filling me up so deep…”
Valko groans loudly at your words, the sound low and guttural. His grip on you tightens, and his thrusts grow a little harder, a little faster, driving up into you with more purpose. The wet slap of skin on skin grows louder as he fucks you deeper, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot with devastating precision.
“Yeah? You like how deep I’m fucking you?” he rasps against your lips, voice thick with lust. “You’re taking me so well… so wet and tight around my cock. I could stay buried in you forever.”
You whimper at his filthy words, clenching hard around him. He keeps that perfect rhythm, holding you close, kissing you like he never wants to stop, while his cock drives into you again and again, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once more.
You can feel him starting to throb inside you, his rhythm beginning to falter as he gets closer to the edge. His thrusts grow a little rougher, a little more desperate.
He must feel how you’re close too, because your hips have started moving on their own, grinding down to meet every thrust. His breath stutters against your mouth.
“You close again, baby?” he groans, voice strained and low. “Fuck… I can feel you squeezing me so tight.”
You nod frantically, whimpering as another wave of pleasure builds fast and hot. “Yes – I’m close… please, Valko, go faster – ”
He clenches his jaw, a deep, guttural sound escaping him as he tries to hold back. His hips snap up harder, but you can tell he’s right on the edge.
“I’m too close,” he rasps, almost apologetic, still fucking you deep and steady. “If I go faster, I’m not gonna last – ”
“It’s okay,” you breathe, voice trembling with need as you roll your hips down to take him even deeper. “It’s fine, just – don’t stop. Please.”
Valko lets out a wrecked moan, his grip on you tightening almost painfully. He buries his face in your neck for a second, breathing you in, then pulls back just enough to look at you with dark, desperate eyes.
“Where can I finish?” he asks, voice hoarse and filthy. “Where do you want me?”
Without hesitation, still grinding down on his cock, you whisper against his lips –
“Inside. I want you to come inside me.”
Valko’s control finally snaps.
With a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt in a few hard, fast thrusts. You feel every powerful spurt as he fills you up, warm and wet, his cock twitching deep in your pussy while he keeps rolling his hips in sloppy thrusts, pushing his release even deeper.
The sensation of him coming inside you sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through you. You’re right on the edge again, but you stay still for him, letting him use you however he needs, your body soft and pliant on top of his as he rides out the last pulses of his orgasm.
Then he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, voice wrecked and breathless.
“Move, baby… don’t stop. Chase it. I want to feel you come on my cock again.”
You hesitate for half a second, worried it might be too much for him, but he doesn’t let you overthink it. His hands grip your hips firmly and start guiding you, encouraging you to roll and grind on him again.
You nod, eyes locked with his, and start moving.
You ride him through the mess, feeling his warm cum leak out of you with every roll of your hips, slick and obscene, coating both of you. His cock is still hard inside you, but you can feel how oversensitive he is now – the way he twitches and throbs helplessly with every movement, like it’s almost too much.
He meets your rhythm with shallow, desperate thrusts, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. His eyes stay locked on yours, heavy-lidded and burning, even as his breath turns ragged and broken.
Valko groans, low and wrecked. “That’s it… fuck, just like that,” he rasps, voice tight and strained. “Come on my cock, baby – you’re squeezing me so fucking tight… Good girl, so fucking good…”
It doesn’t take long.
Pleasure slams into you harder this time. You come with a trembling, broken cry, your walls clamping down around his oversensitive cock as another orgasm rips through you. The feeling of his cum leaking out around him with every pulse makes everything wetter, filthier, messier. Slick and cum mix between you as you grind down on him, thighs shaking violently.
This time you don’t hide your face. You stay right there, eyes locked with his, letting him see every second of it – the way your lips part on a silent gasp, the way your whole body shudders and tightens around him.
“Fuck – yes, baby… look at you,” he groans, voice slurred and desperate. “So fucking pretty when you come… good girl…”
His wrecked praise sends a fresh wave of heat through you, drawing out the pleasure for a few more trembling seconds. Then the intense peak of your orgasm slowly fades, leaving you utterly spent. You collapse completely on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest as you try to catch your breath. Your body feels heavy, hot, and spent in the best possible way. Valko’s arms wrap around you, holding you close as he stays buried deep inside you, his cock still twitching with the last aftershocks. Neither of you makes any move to separate.
You nuzzle back into the crook of his neck, breathing in the comforting mix of his skin, sweat, and your own scent on him. His hands move slowly over your back in long, soothing strokes, fingertips tracing gentle patterns along your spine.
For a long while, you simply rest like that – tangled together, hearts slowing down, his warmth surrounding you completely.
Eventually, his voice breaks the comfortable silence, low and gentle against your ear.
“You okay?” he asks, still stroking your back. “Feeling alright?”
You manage a small nod against his neck, too tired and floaty to form proper words. A tiny, satisfied hum is all you can offer.
He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath you.
After a few more quiet, peaceful minutes, you finally shift. You slowly push yourself up on shaky arms and lift your hips. The moment he slips out of you, a low, disappointed groan escapes Valko’s throat. The sound is so genuine that you can’t help but let out a soft, breathless chuckle.
“We should probably clean up,” you murmur, still smiling.
He nods, but there’s a playful pout in his expression. Before you can move away, he cups your face with both hands and pulls you down into a slow, sweet kiss. It’s softer than anything that came before – gentle, lingering, and full of affection. When he pulls back, his thumbs brush over your cheeks, and his eyes are warm and tender in the afterglow.
“You feeling sleepy now?” he asks, a hint of playful teasing in his tone.
You let out a soft, embarrassed little laugh. The reality of everything that just happened is starting to settle in, making your cheeks warm all over again.
“Yeah… I think I am,” you admit.
He chuckles quietly, but then that familiar warm smile returns as he pulls you back down into his embrace. He presses a lingering kiss to the top of your head.
“I never want to let you go.” He whispers.
You melt into him again, letting yourself stay there for a moment longer, tucked safely in his arms. As his fingers keep moving gently over your skin, all you can think is that you want more of this – more nights that end with him holding you close, more stolen hours together, more of his laughter, to feel his warm hands, to see his eyes that always soften when they find yours.
l word count: 3.7k l smut, piv, knotting, biting, scent kink l read on ao3 l
Started writing this the night before all hell broke loose and couldn’t even look at it for several days after. Here, have some hopefully cute and spicy wolf smut in these trying times.
"Valko, what are you doing here?"
You'd heard a thud from your balcony. The quiet night had carried the sound through the open door and snapped you out of your barely awake state on the couch. Valko had somehow made a seemingly graceful landing, perched on top of the railing, dressed in all black with bright golden eyes searching for you.
"Checking to see if you've still got your guard up, which you clearly don't," he states, landing with both feet firmly on the tiled floor as he folds his fingers into the shape of a gun and pointing it at your head. "Kaboom."
You push his hand away, annoyed, and ready yourself to ask more questions when he strolls right past you headed into your apartment. "Aren't you at least going to knock first?"
Valko immediately turns on his heel and taps his fist on your forhead, twice, making a point of bowing down to your height.
"Hmm," he smirks, tilting his head," I don't think anyone's home. What a shame, since I came all this way."
"Put your paws on my face one more time and I swear I'll bite."
"Haha, how adorable," he chuckles, sarcastically. Not even a second passes before he has both his hands on your cheeks, squishing them together and pressing your lips into a forced pout. "Careful, huntress, only one of us has actual fangs."
As if the statement needed proof, he leans in and bites your protruding lower lip, pulling at it for a bit before releasing.
He freezes, savoring the faint taste of you on his fangs. His gaze flickers between yours and your reddened bottom lip. Not enough, he determines. The beast within is already eager for more.
You seize the chance to overpower him, shifting your hold on his biceps so that you can twist yourself out of his grasp. In your next move, you hook your leg behind one of his causing the large man to tumble backwards, taking your with him on his descent to the floor. You quickly cage him between your thighs and lock his wrists in yours above his head, smirking proudly down at your prey.
"Who's guard isn't up?" You tease, releasing one of his wrists to mimick his fingergun from earlier. "Kaboom."
Valko just smiles, equally as proud. He can’t resist the urge to tickle your side, poking and prodding with his freed hand. Your giggles feel like a reward he hasn’t earned yet, but he wants to, desperately.
Valko knows he's still got a shot when you zero in on his fangs as he smiles. Having you studying his wolffish features with such adoration makes him feel soft and cuddly. He’d let you inspect all his not-so-human parts for however long you’d like. Map out his body with your hands, lips, tongue, until your scent was all over him. He’d let you bite. Let your dull and harmless teeth sink into his skin, over and over again, until he was certain there would be a mark there the next day.
You subconsciously lick your bottom lip, tracing the lingering phantom indents from his far too gentle bite. Unable to resist anymore, you take your pointer finger and drag it across his fangs, feeling their sharpness when he parts his lips to grant you access.
"I might bite."
"Promises, promises," you sigh, letting your smile grow with his.
Blood rushes to his cheeks, painting them a pretty pink. However, Valko is more concerned with the blood rushing to another part of his body.
Hoping to distract you from the bulge barely concealed by his pants, he bites down on your finger.
Your gasp is far too close to sounding like a moan.
"Fuck," he mumbles, shakily, the pad of your finger now resting on his lip.
The wind picks up, cooling down the sweat on your body and causing goosebumps to erupt on your bare arms. Valko can't feel the cold anymore, not now that he's bathed in your scent and tasting the salt of your skin, with his hard length so close to your core.
"Fuck?" You tease, raising your eyebrows.
"Yeah fu– wait, what? I didn’t–"
His panic is short lived, evaporating as your laughter fills his ears. Valko knows the pink in his cheeks has likely turned into a bright red by now.
He decides it's his turn to take control, rolling you both over so that he’s on top pinning you down. You thrash and pull trying to free yourself, but Valko has your wrists thoroughly pinned and your legs incapacitated, spread wide on either side of his waist.
"Valko," you say sternly, although it comes out more shaky than intended as the cool tile is pressed against your bare back. The thin cotton t-shirt you’re wearing has ridden up and exposed your lower torso to the night. You instinctively arch your back to escape the cold tile, presenting your cold and hardened nipples to the man above you.
"Fuck," he repeats, with conviction, swallowing hard as his gaze shifts to your chest.
"Yeah," you whisper, tilting your head in the opposite direction while trying to remain somewhat calm. You’re just play-fighting, that’s all, right? Then why is your pussy throbbing, wet and warm, begging to be filled. "Fuck."
You exposed your neck to him. Valko can see your pulse, practically feel it, if he counted he’d sure find it above your usual pace. Saliva gathers on his tongue at the delectable sight below him, and he fears his restraint has reached its breaking point.
"Do you, uhm–" he stutters out before all words seem to escape him. His animalistic instincts are screaming, clouding his mind to the point of silencing his human voice. Instead a wolfish growl slips out.
The sound is unexpected, leaving you confused and furrowing your brows silently asking for him to explain.
He can’t. Each quickened breath is accompanied by another soft growl or a low rumble from deep in his chest. He’s blinking rapidly trying to come up with a way to explain himself before your impression of him has been permanently tainted by this strange animalistic outburst.
"You want..?" He manages, before going quiet again. His dick has grown painfully hard within the constrictive material of his jeans. In a moment of weakness while distracted by the ache, his hips roll forward pressing his hard length directly against your core.
You both moan at the sensation before Valko finally finds a moment of clarity and he realizes what he’s done. Wide eyed and apologetic he tries to pull away and releases your wrists. He doesn’t get far when your legs wrap around his waist, keeping him tethered to you and pulling him closer.
"Yes."
Your hands cradle the nape of his neck and tangle in his hair as you pull him down for a kiss. Its hungry, messy, full of need and desire.
Finally, you feel his fangs on your lip again; a gentle tug, yet you whimper almost pathetically at the mere idea of a proper bite. You can tell by the way he growls, so unrestricted now, that he wants to use more strength too. Like you, he craves the feeling of your skin between his teeth.
With one arm, he continues supporting his weight above you, the other trails down your side before dipping in underneath the hem of your t-shirt. Warm fingers find your breast, kneading the soft flesh before devoting their attention to your nipple. Valko swallows your little whimpers of appreciation as if they provide sustenance. The only thing being fueled is his own increasingly throbbing need for you.
Tentatively, he rolls his hips again. Your legs are still locked around his waist and you use them to encourage him to continue, pressing your bodies together. Suddenly, you don’t feel cold anymore. Valko’s heat radiates off his skin and engulfs you entirely.
His heat, his scent, his touch – you’re getting lost in it.
"Val… inside," you whisper breathlessly between kisses.
"What? Here?"
"No, I mean we should go inside," you giggle.
The surprised look on his face quickly matches your amused one. His forehead momentarily drops to your shoulder where you feel a breathy laugh hit the side of your neck.
"Alright, hold on tight, babe" he says mischievously, smirking like he’s got some grand plan you’re unaware of.
You barely have time to process what the nickname does to your already rapid pulse before he’s lifting you both off the cold tiled floor. With a shocked gasp you quickly grasp his shoulder and the back of his neck, digging your nails in on accident.
Valko feels the tingle of your human claws claiming him all the way down his spine, nosing the side of your neck appreciatively.
"Bedroom?" he asks, and you point him in the right direction. You’re very eager, and Valko loves it.
He doesn’t take the time to look around. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Your scent is everywhere. Perfume and laundry detergents he recognizes as yours, but also every other layer that is pure you. In here, he’s incapable of ignoring the scent of your arousal which has steadily increased since he arrived. In here it’s magnified.
"Fu-ck, you don’t know what you do to me."
Your back hits the mattress, fast. Tossed into the perfect little nest where your scent is the strongest.
Valko is on top of you mere seconds after, caging you in with his large frame. His hands map all the parts of your body that he can reach. His mouth descends on your chest, lips wrapping around your nipple through your shirt, eagerly sucking and lapping at it with his tongue.
He seems displeased when you shimmy away. Even glancing up at you with furrowed brows and a curl to his lip that almost exposes his fangs, until he realizes that you’re pulling your shirt off. He allows himself a moment to stare before resuming his actions. This time with direct access to your skin. His mouth works one nipple while his hand finds the other, rolling it under the tip of his finger.
Pressure continues to build deep in your core, aching with the need for more contact than his rolling hips are able to provide through clothing. Your hips rise to meet his and Valko takes the opportunity to pull your pajama pants down. Again, he takes a moment to appreciate the sight. Kissing, licking, and biting his way down your belly, golden eyes stay locked on yours.
Valko hooks his fingers into your panties, fighting the urge to simply tear the flimsy material off your body. Even with his restraint, they almost rip from the impatient tugging.
"Oh, you smell so good, babe. I need to taste you."
With a long, slow drag of his tongue, starting at your entrance and ending at your clit, Valko is addicted. There’s nothing slow or patient about how he moves. Licking and sucking like he’s truly starving for it. He starts fucking into you with his tongue, using the strong muscle to taste you properly, while his nose presses into your clit.
"Shit, Valko! Ah!" Your mind can barely keep up with him, but your body doesn’t seem to have that same issue as it races toward your first orgasm. "S-slow down."
He grunts disapprovingly, tightening his grip on your hips when you begin to squirm too much for his liking.
Your hand flies down with the intent of tugging at his plum colored tresses. Instead, your fingers find soft, furry ears atop his head. Glancing down through hazy eyes, you see a tail has sprouted from his rear and is flicking wildly back and forth.
Valko whimpers into your cunt. His body is clearly growing restless, but his eagerness to please and taste you doesn’t falter.
Despite his nearly drunken state and the newness of the situation, Valko reads your body like an open book. His enhanced hearing picks up on how your breathing changes to shallow and strained. The darkness of your bedroom doesn’t hinder his golden eyes from seeing each tiny droplet of sweat that has gathered on your skin. Your strong legs growing tense against his back, thighs closing in on his head keeping him locked against you.
You’re close.
"I’m gonna- I’m coming!"
Your orgasm hits, hard. A string of breathless moans and attempts at forming the shape of Valko’s name echoes in the room, filling his ears with your praises. He relishes in the feeling of your hips rolling against his mouth, using him to ride out your high. When you settle, he switches to gentler kisses and licks, lapping up your arousal like a reward now that he's finally earned it.
You don't have time to process the intense feeling for long. The impatient wolf at the foot of your bed clutches and releases the flesh of your hips, trying to keep himself from pouncing on you, fighting against every fiber of his being telling him to claim.
Propping yourself up on your elbow, you reach down to hook your fingers in the collar of his shirt and pull. Valko crawls over your body, wide eyed and obedient.
He's practically shaking above you. How much he's holding back, you don't know. However, you've realized that you'd prefer if he didn't. If you're going to do this together, you want all of him.
"What do you need?" You question. His lips linger only a few centimeters away from yours, parted and almost quivering with poorly concealed lust. "Whatever you need, take it. I want you to."
He pulls back slightly, shaking his head when he speaks. "Don't say that. You don't know what you're agreeing too."
"Show me."
"I might hurt you," he says, almost like a challenge.
"I'm a capable hunter."
Valko huffs out a laugh, dropping to kiss your collarbone, neck, jaw, before stopping with a teasing graze at the corner of your mouth.
"I know you are, huntress. The beast in me has sensed that about you since we met. No fear, no uncertain moves. You're confident, even when I get close like this..." he whispers, sneaking a hand between your bodies and unbuttoning his jeans. "...which is exactly why it would be dangerous. You're irresistable. If you say I can take, I won't stop taking until I've had my fill."
Valko is right, you don't know what you're agreeing to. A fact that becomes even clearer when you feel his bare cock, warm, thick, and heavy, pressed against your sensitive folds.
You see relief flash in his eyes for a moment before it's consumed by need and instinct. His pupils dilate, enhancing that bright yellow glow in your dimly lit room. A sharp fingernail you're certain was not there before trails up your side. There's not enough pressure to break skin, but enough to leave a pretty, rosy line from your hip to right below your breast.
"You asked for it, babe." Then he stands, shedding the rest of his clothes in the blink of an eye.
You knew Valko was big, obviously. But seeing him naked, all raw muscle and warm flesh, makes your previous assessments feel like a gross underestimation. He must have noticed the shift in your expression as your eyes mapped out his body, the way your breath hitched when they lingered on the impressive length between his legs.
"Scared?" The words are meant to taunt and tease. Valko wants to lure out the huntress, using himself as bait.
He climbs back in bed, trapping you beneath him. An unwilling gasp escapes you when he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit, seemingly hitting perfectly every time you try to open your mouth.
"Use your words, huntress."
With a scowl and nostrils flaring slightly, you mutter out, "n-no, I’m not scared."
He chuckles darkly, keeping his gaze locked on yours while slowly dragging his cock down from your clit toward your entrance. Both your breaths hitch when he nudges your hole. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air, lust and desire clings to your skin, and Valko seems to have reached his breaking point.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," he mumbles against your lips.
You don’t have time to question him. The stretch of his cock slowly sinking into you clouds your mind and overtakes any coherent thought. Its not until Valko’s growls turn into pained grumbles that you’re able to snap back.
"Valko?"
"Sorry, it’s so hard."
"W-what?" You whimper as his body shifts slightly, another couple of centimeters disappearing inside of you.
"You feel so good, babe. You have no idea. I-I cant–"
He pushes forward, sinking every hard inch of himself into your warmth. You whimper, biting your lip through the sting. Valko notices and begins nipping at your lips until your bite relaxes. He kisses you, rolling his hips back and forth a little faster than he would have liked to.
Your participation in the kiss pauses, replaced by heavy panting against his lips. Valko tries to initiate something, but you’re not entirely sure what until he speaks.
"Bite me," he mumbles, pressing his own bottom lip in between yours in an open mouthed kiss. "Bite me instead, babe, please."
You obey, biting down on him like you just did on yourself. It makes him pick up the pace, rolls turn into quick thrusts that reach the deepest parts of you. The sting is still there, but you don’t care anymore.
His lip is released when your moans become too much to contain behind your teeth. Although Valko craves your bite, his alert ears excitedly welcome your unrestrained sounds of pleasure.
Strong hands claim your legs, hoisting them up onto his forearms. The slight change in angle has you seeing stars. His tongue slips out from behind his teeth, happily tasting your skin and drooling onto your neck.
The lewd sounds of skin meeting skin and liquid arousal is nearly drowned out by Valko growling and whimpering against you. You can’t see his tail, but you feel the cool winds it creates in quick gusts on your legs. Goosebumps appear, caused by chilled wisps of air or Valko’s heat, maybe both.
"So perfect," he slurs, "my pretty huntress, taking me so well."
Your gummy walls succumbed to his size long ago allowing the tip of his length to kiss the deepest parts of you.
"Val–fuck, you feel so good, Valko."
"I knew you could take it – take me. My capable huntress. Mine."
The claim unlocks something in him; a feeling and instinct he hoped to keep at bay. But then you speak again, and Valko realizes he’s doomed.
"Yours."
His teeth find your neck, biting down into the soft flesh and breaking skin. The taste of metal tingling at the tip of his tongue. Your body goes rigid, nails sinking into his shoulders, and you find yourself falling over the edge before you’ve had time to realize what’s happening.
He holds you through it, only releasing the caught skin to whimper into your ear, "mate, my mate. You’re mine now."
A new stinging sensation blooms at your entrance, the burn much more intense than before. Valko’s lips don’t leave your neck. They linger near his bite where he licks and kisses the wound, mumbling your name between each strained breath.
"You’re my capable huntress, right? You can take it, can’t you?"
You don’t know what he’s talking about until you feel an impossible stretch right before Valko stops moving. He clings to your body, warmth filling your insides as he cums.
Cautiously, he rises from the safety of your neck so that he can check in on you. Some clarity has been regained now that his knot has locked the two of you together.
To his horror, your face depicts ache and discomfort. He ruined it, he went too far. The beast claimed too much of him and now you’re dealing with the consequences.
"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry."
He begins licking your cheeks, tasting the salty tears you didn’t know had been spilled. After a brief pause, the licks are replaced by kisses.
"I’m ok," you smile, unconvincingly.
The wounded look on his face breaks your heart. Your palm begins caressing his cheek and he relaxes instantly, seeking your comfort.
"I promise, I’m ok. I just wasn’t expecting that."
"Was it ok?" His human ears have gone bright red. The wolfish pair atop his head lay flat against his hair.
You nod, smiling. This one is bright enough to convince him.
"So… how long do we stay like this?" You question.
The flush spreads to his cheeks.
"A while…" he says, vaguely, after retreating to hide in the crock of your neck.
You can’t help but giggle at him. The large wolf, bashfully seeking shelter in your arms.
"Hey, Valko?"
"Hm?"
"You bit me pretty hard just now, what was that about?"
His eyes go wide. He doesn’t respond with words, instead he sinks even deeper into your embrace and rubs his nose against your skin, leaving your mind to work out why his knot seemed to pulsate when you asked your question.
AN: First time writing Valko and first time knotting lol 👉🏻👈🏻 Hopefully someone will appreciate this even though things are so weird and uncertain rn. Thanks for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! If anyone is interested in being added to the taglist, let me know!
“You know… big bad wolves eat little kittens like you straight up,” Valko growled.
“I’m afraid so do dragons,” Sylus added. His long fingers found your thighs underwater, tracing invisible lines up and down your skin. “All you have to do is give the word…”
Summary: You had a terrible day at work, and Sylus and Valko decide to spoil you. Together.
I wasn’t aware you knew so many curse words, kitten.
You sniffled, laughing at your screen despite your tears. You’d been texting Sylus non-stop for the past two hours, complaining about your job and your growing aversion to it. You weren’t sure how or when it had started. Perhaps all the way back when you realised that the fearsome Onychinus leader wasn’t the villain the Association made him out to be. Perhaps it was your growing number of co-workers who thought they were better and stronger than you because of their more active Evol, or your superiors who demanded more and more and more without any recognition whatsoever.
You were tired, burned-out, and quite frankly, fed up. You woke up, forced a nutritious breakfast down your throat, went to work, killed some Wanderers, came back home, had some protein-packed dinner and then curled up in bed. Rinse and repeat. No wonder Sylus’s life seemed so much more exciting.
You doubted more and more if this was the life you wanted to keep living until you retired, especially now that you knew Valko, who could leave society behind for as long as he pleased whenever he wanted, as free as a wild wolf—literally.
Another message from Sylus chimed in.
Come over after work. Let me take your mind off things and spoil you tonight.
You smiled.
Sounds heavenly, you texted back, right before a message from Valko popped up.
Back in town. When can I see you? You flinched when your superior called your name. Stupid paperwork, stupid reports, stupid annual leave of Captain Jenna.
You didn’t get a chance to text him back until you clocked out for the day, later than planned, too. It was just after nine when you finally mounted your bike and raced straight to the N109 zone with a growling stomach, tears in your eyes and a dire need for cuddles from your favourite dragon.
Sylus was already waiting for you by the ajar door when you arrived. He usually tracked your location as soon as you entered the N109 zone to make sure you got to him safely.
You took off your helmet, parked the motorcycle and threw yourself into his arms. Your salty tears stained the dark-red shirt he was wearing today.
Sylus said nothing. He led you inside and simply held you close and let you bawl yourself out until you finally stopped shaking.
“Who made you cry, kitten?” he murmured.
“N-no one in particular. It’s just… everything’s too overwhelming right now. I’m questioning my life choices.”
“As long as you don’t question my part in it, I’m happy to be frustrated with you.” His hug tightened as you sat down on his leather sofa. One of his sweaters that always swallowed you whole, some fuzzy socks and a cosy, heated blanket were already waiting for you there, along with takeaway from your favourite restaurant. Your eyes teared up once more.
“Thank you, Sy,” you breathed out, getting changed quickly before digging in like a starved man. Sylus watched you like a hawk. You were rather certain he would take the chopsticks from you and feed you if he figured that you didn’t eat enough.
“I haven’t had a chance to text Valko back yet. I got interrupted at work. He returned to Linkon today. Can you get me my phone? It’s in my bag.”
“I’ll take care of it.” It was a strange constellation, the three of you, truly. But ever since Valko claimed you as his fated mate, he couldn’t get enough of you, and you couldn’t get enough of him. But there was also Sylus, whom you loved more than anything in the world, and whom you would never leave.
When guilt began to wreck you, and you swore to yourself to never keep them a secret from one another, Valko understood that there was someone in your life already. And so, somehow, against all odds, the man you shared a soul with and the werewolf who claimed to be your Alpha agreed to share.
They stayed out of each other’s way, mostly, but for their utmost priority—you—they always kept in touch.
Sylus made sure you ate every last bite. You took his hand without hesitation when he offered it to you afterwards and took you to the patio.
It was dark out already, darker than before, and his hot tub was running and bubbling like a cauldron.
“Oh, so it’s that kind of ‘spoiling me’ night?” you asked with a content smile.
Sylus chuckled. “It’s that kind of night.”
He handed you a towel, and you shrugged off his sweater. “I didn’t bring a bikini though. Are there still any in your bedroom drawer?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t check. But does that matter? It’s just the three of us.”
You flipped around. “Three?”
Your question was answered before Sylus had a chance to explain.
Valko stepped into view, still wearing his glasses and white coat from what looked like a lab day.
“Valko! What are you doing here?” You jumped into his arms, letting him lift you off the ground.
“I invited him,” Sylus said. “I figured you needed your emotional support wolf today.”
“Hey, she‘s allowed to call me that. You’re not.” You giggled, nuzzling into him. “I heard you had a bad day at work, pancake?”
“A terrible day. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back sooner.”
“It’s okay. I’m here now.” He turned to Sylus. “Sorry I’m late. Luke and Kieran are terrible at giving directions.”
Sylus scoffed. “Oh, I know. But I figured that if you got lost, I’d have her all to myself.”
“An ulterior motive as always. Fiend.”
“Dog.”
You chuckled. “Guys!”
Sylus smirked. “Get undressed, kitten. I’ll go get us some wine.”
Blood bit at your cheeks. It was nothing the two of them hadn’t seen yet; still, you couldn’t help but feel shy when you stepped out of your underwear and tiptoed over to the hot tub nude and on bare feet.
Valko sniffed. You could practically feel his yellow eyes glued to your body when you stepped into the bubbling hot tub with its changing LED lights throwing shadows on your bare skin. Purple, blue, green, yellow, red…
Your wolf climbed in right behind you. He’d… always been exceptionally fast at removing his clothes, especially in the woods. You just about caught a glimpse of his flaccid member—delicious even in this state—before he sat down to your left and draped his arm around you. You sighed as the tension in your body slowly began to melt away like ice cream in the sun, the warmth of the water enveloping you like an embrace and draining the stress from you.
The clinking sound of glasses had you open your eyes again moments after you closed them when Sylus returned with a bottle of his most expensive wine and popped the cork to fill the three glasses he brought.
“Is that the one with the chocolate aromas?” Valko asked.
“Yes. I do value hospitality, you see.” Sylus’s eyes remained locked on you when he handed you both your glasses. Oh yeah, right. You were still naked. Your cheeks grew hotter, and his right eye flashed redder than usual.
“Are you coming in too?” you chirped.
He laughed. “I shall hope so. This is my hot tub, after all. Unless you’d rather have me watch without touching?”
Your eyes widened. Valko chuckled. “You always make it a point to fluster her like that?”
Sylus quirked an eyebrow at him. He shrugged off his clothes far more elegant than you had, and then, completely unfazed by Valko’s presence, joined you stark nude. He made himself comfortable to your right so you ended up sandwiched between them, then reached for his own glass he’d set down on the small side table next to the wine bottle and raised it.
“To you. To your health and well-being, kitten. Rest tonight.”
“Yeah, take a couple of days off and think things through,” Valko added.
You drew in a shaky breath. Heavens, they were both so sweet and caring; you were about to cry again.
You clinked your glasses and took a huge gulp when you noticed something warm rolling down your cheeks.
“Hey… It’s alright, pancake.”
“I’m just… really grateful for you two. And… that you seem to get along so well.”
Sylus laughed. “You know I have a soft spot for stray animals. It was only a matter of time for me to take him in.”
“Hey! Be glad I didn’t rip you to shreds when I first smelled you on her!”
“I would have loved to see you try.”
“Guys!” You laughed and wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Let’s just… relax together. Tell me about your guys’ day. Please.” You brought your lips to your wine glass again, emptying it with but a few more sips.
Sylus’s eyebrow twitched. “More?”
“Yes.” You held out your glass to him, listening to Valko ramble about this new Protocore energy analysis program he was testing at this research lab as Sylus refilled it.
The more you drank, the more you became aware of your delicious predicament. The thought of sex hadn’t been high on your priority list lately, nor would you even have been in the mood, but now…trapped between the two men you loved more than anything in the world, all three of you naked, exposed, with only the warm, bubbling water hiding your most intimate parts…
You bit your lower lip. Fuck, you were in dire need of a distraction, and the way they both eyed you like you were about to be their dinner… Maybe they’d known exactly what you needed long before you knew it yourself.
Valko took a deep breath. His chest was heaving. “Your scent is giving away your naughty thoughts, pancake,” he mused. “You know that, right?”
Sylus took the already half-empty (again) wine glass from your hands. You barely registered anymore that he set aside his and Valko’s as well as with how flushed this unexpected situation made you.
“Oh? So is this the kind of distraction my kitten is looking for now?”
“As if… you weren’t… hoping for… and… provoking…” You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Not when Valko scooted even closer to you and buried his nose in your neck.
“You know… big bad wolves eat little kittens like you straight up,” he growled.
“I’m afraid so do dragons,” Sylus added. His long fingers found your thighs underwater, tracing invisible lines up and down your skin. “All you have to do is give the word…”
“A-Are you two s-sure about this?”
“Are we?” Valko asked. His wolf ears popped out, and he tilted his head.
“Y-yes, I mean, you both… a-at the same time, I… argh!” You gasped when Sylus dipped his hand between your legs and sought out your clit, applying soft pressure without a single care in the world.
“You’re already so wet, sweetie. Is this the wine talking… or do you want to be a bad girl for us tonight?”
You moaned by way of responding, making Valko chuckle against your neck.
“Oh, she definitely wants to be a bad girl.” He pulled your thigh towards him, spreading you open wider for Sylus’s seductive treatment. You almost hated how well he’d gotten to read you by now. Each and every touch was controlled and deliberate after months of exploring every inch of you and observing your every reaction. His long digits pampered your swollen pussy slowly and torturously, his gaze pinned on your face.
Breathing heavily, you let your head fall back, granting Valko better access to your throat. His hands came up to cup and knead your breasts and tease your hardened nipples the very moment Sylus used his free hand to grab your chin and turn your head to face him. His warm lips landed on yours, capturing them in a searing kiss. His tongue dipped into your mouth, controlling your lust and playing with you as he pleased and you… enjoyed every last second of it. Your eyes fell shut. You dug your left hand into Valko’s hair, the right into Sylus’s, willing them even closer.
Sylus released you to let you catch your breath, and Valko seized the opportunity to crash his mouth into yours. His kiss was messier, but just as endearing as your dragon’s. Heat pooled in your stomach, your legs trembling with pleasure.
Sylus pampered your clit with teasing, circular movements. With every passing second, you climbed higher and higher, your stress and sorrows all but forgotten. The LEDs underwater turned purple again.
“You’re getting close, bunny. I can smell it…” Valko pressed another kiss to your lips. Letting go of one of your breasts, he submerged his left hand underwater, fingertips sliding up and down your slick entrance. Blue.
A moan escaped your lips when he entered you with two fingers and curled them inside you. In and out, he quickly adjusted his delicious probing to Sylus’s ruthless caresses. Green. Oh fuck, you were going to come. Your grip around your boyfriends’ hair tightened, rewarding you with groans and deep chuckles. Yellow.
Valko lowered his head and closed his mouth around your left nipple; Sylus demanded another kiss. Orange.
They worked in unison as if they had never done things differently, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for them to share you. Red.
Your entire body tensed up as you dropped into an abyss of pleasure with Valko’s and Sylus’s names falling from your lips. Convulsing around your wolf’s fingers and grinding against your dragon’s hand, you let your orgasm consume you, and bliss cloud your senses.
Neither of them let up until they’d wrung every last ounce of desire from your now limp body.
“Ohh…” You rested your head against Valko’s shoulder when he freed your nipple from his fangs and moved up again to support you.
“Let’s get her out of the hot water before she faints on us,” Sylus said. “That was a lot of alcohol you downed there at once too, kitten.”
You grinned weakly. “I’m drunk on something else right now, though.”
“Oh, I bet you are.” Valko chuckled. They both retreated their hands from your still throbbing middle, letting the warm water wash away the evidence of your climax, but not before Valko took a relished whiff of the fingers that had been inside you only moments ago.
Sylus looped his arm under your knees and wrapped the other around your waist. Effortlessly, he lifted you out of the tub. The cool air clung to your wet skin like an iron glove, making you shiver, but Valko followed you both suit, swiftly draping one of the soft and fluffy towels Sylus had prepared earlier over you.
You peeked down when he moved. Your lower regions clenched, yet another wave of arousal rippling through you. Valko was rock-hard, and you didn’t need to look down and check if Sylus was in the same predicament. You knew he was.
Still, neither of them made a move. Instead, Sylus carried you back to his living room and put you down on your own feet just long enough for Valko to dress you in a comfy bathrobe Sylus must have put out when he grabbed the wine. You blinked. They were making you all sleepy with their gentle treatment. Was that the goal? You watched them with tired eyes as they slipped into their own bathrobes. They pulled you down on the leather sofa with them, uncaring of the fact that you were all still a little wet. Valko pulled you into his lap; Sylus claimed your legs.
Your toes were icy compared to his heated hands. He massaged your feet to warm them up; Valko rested your head against his broad chest and began to stroke your hair. Both of them made sure not to grind their arousal against you and work you up once more, even though this must have been hell for them.
Your eyes fell shut once more.
“I love you both…so much…” you murmured.
“I love you too, kitten.”
“I love you too, pancake.”
You smiled as they both spoke at the same time. It was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
A/N: I don’t know about you guys, but I need more of these two together. Just you wait for what else I have in mind. The night isn’t over yet. *evil chuckle*
valko tilts his head, perched atop your balcony railing. his tail gives a lazy swish behind him.
"it's dangerous for you to climb up. what if someone reports you?"
he tsks but accepts the keycard.
"sounds to me that you don't care if I fall," he tips his head back in exaggerated disappointment. "only that someone reports me. am i a stray to you now?"
"do you want it or not?" you reach for the keycard, but he slips it right out of your reach. the sudden movement sends you pitching forward, your forehead bumping lightly against his chest.
"'course I do, short stack." he nuzzles into your hair, humming lowly at the sweet scent of your shampoo. "don't be surprised if I become a regular at your place."
you look up to answer, only to find his attention has already wandered. his eyes are fixed squarely on your bed.
"don't make a mess-actually you know what, I'll text you the rules by morni--."
"tomorrow, yeah." he's already hopping down from the railing, shrugging off one boot.
Boss-man 2nd anniversary!❤️🐦⬛
Honored to be reach out for be part of this Sylus 2nd anniversary project planned by @/SYLUSBDAY (on Twitter/X)🙇🏻♀️🥹 i'm incredibly thankfull for invite me and be part of it with all those amazing artist🫶🏻🙇🏻♀️
synopsis: you call caleb during a restless night. instead of soothing you to sleep, he ends up annoying you.
→ tags: gender neutral reader, bickering, teasing caleb, toothrotting fluff, inspired by the recent caleb calls where he mimics your voice, i miss caleb
→ wc: 978
→ card: your skyblue | divider: @strangergraphics
when you open your eyes, it’s 2:51 AM. you think you’ve been asleep for a while, but it’s only been 5 minutes since you last opened your eyes.
not knowing the cause, you toss and turn uncomfortably in your bed, occasionally staring out your window at the night sky. for some reason, your body refused to let you sleep. despite eating early, getting your work done on time, and giving yourself a break, your mind was still awake.
i still have to fill out the reports for tomorrow. then, i have to put together the meeting materials before noon. maybe I should do that now so i can sleep in for a few more minutes in the morning…
groaning out of frustration, you throw your blanket over your face. nothing is going right.
ding!
your phone rings on your night stand. it must be caleb.
popping your arm out of the blanket and feeling around for your phone, you turn over and squint at the brightly illuminated screen.
as you look at the notification board, all you see is a coupon for the nearby hotpot place that’s about to expire soon.
i wonder what time it is in skyhaven. i can call caleb.
opening up the phone app, you tap on the very first contact.
your phone rings once.
then-
a familiar voice toned in confusion speaks. “pips, what are you doing up so late?”
“caleb,” you begin, “i didn’t expect you to pick up so quickly.” he lets out a laugh.
“i’ll always pick up at the first ring.” caleb responds, setting aside the paperwork he had been working on. “why’d you call? something up?”
you rustle underneath your covers. “can’t sleep. so, I called you.”
“ohh, i see.” caleb says, smiling at the thought of you thinking of him while you couldn’t sleep. if he was beside you, his eyes would curl in a teasing way. “let’s talk until you fall asleep then.”
“you’re not busy?” you ask as you place your phone beside your head as you stare up at the ceiling.
“my paperwork can wait. nothing can come between you and me.” caleb replies.
you blink a few times, trying to think of a topic to talk about, but caleb beats you to it.
“i saw a flyer a few days ago promoting that one song artist you like. it happens to be around the time i head over to your place.” caleb begins.
you smile. “I didn’t even know they were having a concert. plus, i’ve only listened to one of their albums. how did you know?”
“whenever I come home to you sleeping with your headphones on, I tend to see what music you're listening to.”
“caleb!”
“you haven’t changed a bit since you were a kid. i’ve been tellin’ you that sleeping with headphones on is dangerous.”
“oh, so now you want to nag about my habits.” you said. “then, let’s talk about the time i saw you staring at my underwear while we were folding our clothes.”
you hear a cough come from behind the screen.
“pipsqueak- that’s not even related to the topic at hand.” caleb mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. “plus, we did each other’s laundry.”
“yeah, but you insisted on only folding my underwear when you could’ve done my shirts!”
“have you been holding a grudge against me, pips?” caleb asked.
“nuh uh!” you retaliate.
“uh huh. yeah, stop lying, pips. i can see your nose growing.”
“i swear caleb, the next time i see you i’ll-”
“-hug me? caleb interrupts. “kiss me? wrap your arms around my neck, attempt to swing me around, and say ‘never go back to skyhaven, caleb. you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your sad and dreadful life!’” caleb adds mockingly, his voice going into a higher pitch to mimic yours. you can feel the blood rush to your ears.
you roll your eyes. “you’re annoying. i’m hanging up.”
“that’s not how you say ‘goodnight, I love you, caleb.’” he teases.
“i think I’m too hot-headed to say that right now.” you mumble, feigning a flu as you place a hand on your forehead. caleb laughs, his broad shoulders shaking from his amusement. outside his office, an officer walking by flinches at the sudden sound.
there’s a second of silence between you. begrudgingly, you murmur. “no…”
“see, told ya. I’m an effective choice for your sickness.” caleb hums in victory, a mental tally mark being drawn in his head. Very useful when you decide to blackmail him.
him and his horrible jokes. “ha ha, very fun. the local drug store clerk tells me better jokes than you.”
caleb raises an eyebrow. “oh yeah? what’s their name? i’d like to talk to them.”
sighing, you move the phone closer to your ear, your eyes suddenly becoming heavy. “hm…”
“feelin’ sleepy now?” caleb asks, his tone is gentle in contrast to before.
“a little.”
“well, you can’t sleep until you say ‘goodnight’ to me.” caleb adds, propping up his arm on his chair.
“good night.” you mumble.
“hm? what did you say?”
“good night.” you repeat with slightly more gusto. even if it was just the same tone.
“sorry, pips. i still can’t hear you. you won’t believe this, but the wi-fi in my office is terrible.”
yeah right. “good night!” you say, louder this time. caleb smiles to himself.
“i switched ears, again.”
“good night, caleb! i love you!” you exclaim, face burning and ears screaming out of embarrassment.
“mn, now I can hear you.” he says, his voice low. “good night, pipsqueak.”
you shut your eyes, forgetting to end the call with caleb.
somehow, you fall asleep immediately.
when you wake up a few hours later, you’re greeted with a gentle hand soothing your head.
you haven’t crossed that final line yet. not really. not fully.
but one soft kiss turns into another, and another, and somehow you’re in his lap, straddling those thick thighs, mouths moving lazy and hungry. his hands are on your waist, careful, respectful… until you shift just right.
your hips roll down against the hard line of his cock and he lets out this sinful little groan that goes straight to your core.
so you do it again.
and again.
and again.
valko’s breathing gets shaky. his glasses are sitting on his face crooked now , and he’s making these soft, desperate whimpers against your mouth every time you grind down. you can feel how hard he is through both layers of clothes, thick and throbbing under you, and you’re so wet it’s almost embarrassing. he can smell it. you know he can. his nose keeps brushing your neck like he’s trying to breathe you in.
you’re so close. so fucking close. but you need more. you need him closer.
he’s trying so hard not to thrust up against you. you can feel the way his hips keep twitching, the way he’s holding himself back with everything he has. his hands are shaking on your waist.
“sweetheart-ngh-we should stop-“
you grind down harder and he breaks.
a broken, high little sound leaves his throat as his hips jerk up against you once, twice, and then he’s coming in his pants with a quiet, wrecked moan, forehead pressed to your shoulder, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, trembling all over.
you’re still so wet. still so close.
and he’s looking at you like he just did something unforgivable but all you can think is how pretty he looks when he falls apart.
summary: valko is bad at playing tag
pairing: valko x reader
rating: mature 🔞 (slightly suggestive)
word count: 890
tags: gn!reader, low-stakes predator/prey vibes, oops a silly game of tag gets horny, use of pet names (little wolf)
note: hi! i've been taking a break from tumblr because real-life has been Very Busy but i'm dropping in to post this bc wolfboy gave me brain worms; also available in my love & drabble-space collection on ao3
“Tag,” Valko murmurs, breaths grazing your ear. He snuck up on you from behind and banded an arm firmly around your shoulders, ensnaring you as though you were small game. Now, his chest is hot against your back and his heart thuds languidly; he hasn’t even broken a sweat, the rascal. “You’re it.”
And then he’s off— tail flicking sharply as he darts into the tenebrous maze of trees. Moonlight-dusted foliage cracks and rustles in his wake.
Oh, it is so on.
You give chase.
The forest unfurls like a quilt, a patchwork of murky shadows resolving into distinct hues of green and brown, gold and bronze. Autumn is on its way out, but winter has yet to strip the trees bare. On a different night, perhaps you’d pause to appreciate the beauty of it all. Tonight, however, you’re on a mission. You run, fast and sure-footed, vaulting over logs and ducking under branches. It’s easy to follow Valko’s trail since he was kind enough to mark it for you; claw-slashed trunks act as breadcrumbs, as signposts. They beckon you this way, this way, follow me little wolf.
Abruptly, his trail ends. In all directions, the underbrush is untrampled as though he was raptured mid-stride. You peer into the dark with narrowed eyes and turn in a circle. Fast as he is, he couldn’t have gotten too far ahead of you. Or maybe he doubled back?
The breeze picks up, buffeting your spine—a brisk whoosh from top to bottom—and then you’re being grabbed. Your adrenaline spikes. As it does, Valko hooks his arms beneath your shoulders and hoists you into the air. You flail, kicking wildly, but he just chuckles and holds you tighter.
“Tag,” he says again, playfully nuzzling the underside of your jaw despite your attempts to wrench away. Above you, his legs are folded over a branch, and you suddenly understand why you lost his trail. Sneaky, overgrown bat. “You’re it.”
“You already tagged me,” you grouse.
“So?”
You roll your eyes, then glare sidelong at him. “So you’re supposed to be trying to get away from me.”
Valko smirks. “Why would I wanna do that?”
You’re torn between huffing and elbowing him. Before you can do either, he tosses you into the air, drops to the ground, and then catches you with one arm around your back and the other beneath your bent knees. The ordeal punches a breathless yelp out of you.
“Cute,” he comments.
For that, you do smack him—one open-palmed slap to the center of his chest—which is met with amusement. His golden eyes crinkle at the corners as he laughs. Scowling, you cross your arms.
“Aww, don’t pout.” He kisses the tip of your nose. “You really wanna chase me that bad?”
You’re not delusional enough to believe you could actually catch him if he set his mind to evading you, but sprinting through the forest, tracking him— it was exhilarating. And he soured what would’ve been your victory by ambushing you. Despite all his strengths, your wolf makes for a terrible prey animal.
“Tell you what,” he says, expression shifting from smug to expectant, “how about we start over.” His chin dips and his pupils darken and his tail brushes your calf. “And how about this time I chase you?”
It’s like static discharge, the responding tingle that steals through your limbs. You imagine him pursing you, both of you racing head-long through the dark, lungs burning, muscles straining. Imagine him tackling you. Imagine what would come after. And just like that, your grudge against him melts away.
“Whaddaya say, little wolf?”
You pretend to consider your options, enjoying the way his ears twitch as he waits for your answer. To his credit, he remains silent. “I say…” you drawl, fingertips skating across his collarbone, “you should put me down and count to one hundred.”
He complies with the first instruction, making sure you have your footing before he lets go of you, then cracks his neck like he always does before a gym session. “Only a hundred? Sure you don’t wanna make it more of a challenge?”
You shake your head. “I’m impatient.” To further emphasize your point, you unzip your jacket and toss it at his feet. The night air is cool against your bare arms, but Valko will catch you long before a chill can set into your bones.
His gaze crawls over you, the heat of it almost unbearable. Hunger laid bare. “That makes two of us.”
“Down, boy.”
He grins, then strips off his vest. Unlike you, he was wearing nothing beneath it, and moonlight glances off the cut lines of his form. A flush has already started to spread over his chest, pushing more color into the plum-colored splotches that decorate his skin— bites and hickeys and scratches you’ve given him over the past week. You could have him again right here and now if you wanted.
Tempting, tempting.
You turn away so as not to spoil the fun. “Start counting,” you say.
He’s on you in a blink—bowed over you from behind and only a hair’s breadth away—and your heart lurches into your throat. His body heat seeps through your thin undershirt like you’ve cozied up against a radiator. When he next speaks, it’s through clenched teeth: “Start running.”
A Protocore sends you and Sylus three years into the future, where you end up crammed in a closet learning things you were never meant to know.🩷🩷
Caleb's part here Xavier's part here
CW: Smut. P in V. Oral. 🔞MDNI🔞
You were not thinking about it. You were not staring at your ceiling thinking about the N109 Zone or the man who ran it. That was not what was happening. What was happening was that you were resting. Quietly. In your own apartment, which you had every right to be in, doing absolutely nothing that involved Sylus in any way whatsoever.
Work had filled most of your time this week. Back to back missions, three cases that bled into each other, a Thursday briefing that ate the entire day. The Association had kept you moving and moving was good. Moving meant you weren't sitting still long enough to think about things you should not be thinking about.
The problem was tonight there was nothing to move toward.
You'd slowed down. Today's mission had seen to that —a clean operation until it wasn't, until you'd caught the edge of something you'd moved a second too late to avoid and ended up limping through the debrief trying to look unbothered. The Association medic had looked at your leg, told you to rest it, and now you were on your couch. Leg up. Thinking.
You'd worked with Sylus enough times to understand how your arrangement functioned, he had access to things the Association didn't and in exchange you'd give him information he found useful. You showed up. He had what you needed. You left. Repeat.
That part made sense.
What didn't was the rest of it. The part where two weeks of silence felt different now. He was the most wanted name on the Association's list and you were a Deepspace Hunter. The math on that was simple.
So no, you did not miss Sylus.
Your leg throbbed. You shifted your weight and stared at the ceiling again, trying to have an internal conversation about professional conduct and the importance of clear boundaries and then your phone lit up.
You grabbed it so fast you nearly put your elbow through the side table.
Sylus: I heard your mission went sideways. How's the leg?
You: How did you...you know what. Never mind.
Sylus: Mephisto was nearby.
You: You sent your bird to check on me?
Sylus: Mephisto goes where he likes.
You: 🙄🙄
Sylus: He said you were limping.
You: Tell Mephisto to mind his own business.
Sylus: He'll be devastated.
You: Good.
Sylus: I have something that might interest you. Have you ever seen a white Protocore?
You: White Protocores don't exist. Whatever you have is a fake.
Sylus: The seller pulled it from an anomalous Wanderer outside the N109 zone.
You sat with that for a moment.
Sylus: Come see it yourself. You'll want to.
The color alone was impossible by every known framework for protocore classification. Which meant either the seller was running an extremely convincing con, or something had come out of that wanderer that nobody had a category for yet.
Your feet were already on the floor.
You: Don't let anyone touch it. Give me 20 min.
Sylus: No need to rush, kitten. Look out your window.
You crossed the room in four steps and pulled the curtain back an inch.
Black car at the curb. No-parking sign directly above it, ignored completely. Sylus leaned against the driver's side door looking up at exactly the moment you looked down.
He raised his phone.
Sylus: Five minutes. Or I decide the leg is worse than you're letting on and leave.
You let the curtain fall.
"Not a chance," you said, to nobody.
You changed fast —jeans, jacket, hair up, sidearm checked —and ran down the stairs in a time your leg was going to remind you about tomorrow. The night air outside hit you cool and sharp.
Sylus hadn't moved from the car. He looked at you coming through the door, down the steps toward him and said nothing until you were close enough to hear.
"You ran down the stairs?"
"I want to see that Protocore."
"Of course." His mouth curved and there it was, the look that sat underneath the smirk, the one you'd filed away and kept finding again. "That's the only reason."
"It is"
"Then why are you still standing here instead of getting in the car."
You pulled the passenger door open yourself before he could do it, which seemed to amuse him. The interior smelled like expensive leather and him.
He slid in beside you, started the engine— the sound of it vibrating through the seat— and pulled away from the curb without looking at the road for the first two seconds because he was still looking at you.
"My people investigated as much as they could." He shifted gears, smooth and unhurried. "Which is why I need someone who knows what a forgery looks like at that level."
"But you also have people for that"
"I have people for a lot of things." He glanced over. Red eyes catching the streetlight for just a second. "None of them are you."
You looked out the window " Is that a compliment?"
"I didn't say it was."
The N109 Zone came up around you, neon and dark in equal measure, a place that operated on entirely different rules than Linkon City. You'd been here more times than your Association file strictly reflected. You knew the streets. You knew the hierarchy. You knew which doors opened for which names. All thanks to the man sitting in the driver's seat.
You had no idea what a white Protocore was. You had no idea what tonight was going to become but you had a feeling you were about to find out.
His office, you knew this place better than your own.
The reinforced doors. The security overrides, which ones were decoys and which ones actually mattered. The hidden safes, three of them, one behind a painting ugly enough to be forgettable on purpose. You'd learned all of it slowly, standing close enough and quiet enough that he forgot you were paying attention.
The White Protocore sat inside a glass tube at the center of his desk, and you hadn't moved in two minutes.
It looked like the others at first. Same crystalline structure, same geometry. But every other Protocore carried color, blue, gold, pink, red, green and purple. This one just a faint pulse, soft milky light spilling across the dark wood. Strange and uncategorizable.
Sylus wasn't looking at the protocore, he was watching you. His eyes were tracing the curve of your jaw, the focus on your expression. In his world of cutthroat deals and rare power, you were his white protocore.
The back of your neck went warm but you kept your eyes on the protocore.
"Can I touch it?"
A low sound from his chest. Not quite a laugh. "I don't recall ever saying no to you, sweetie."
His fingers worked the glass tube open and lifted the protocore into his palm.
You reached for it.
Your fingers brushed his skin and the protocore sat between your hands for a single second and then —
No warning. Just white light swallowing the desk and the dark walls. Then the wind hit, not from outside but from inside the protocore, like a vacuum pulling in with a force that emptied your lungs before you could inhale. The sound of it was scary, like space tearing apart. The air collapsed into that small white light in your hands, the floor dropped away and you were falling without falling.
The first thing that came back was pressure.
Arms locked across your chest and shoulders, tight enough your ribs couldn't move. Something solid at your back. You tried to breathe. Couldn't. Tried again.
"Sy" Barely a whisper. "Can't— brea—"
His arms dropped instantly.
He was on his feet before you inhaled, one fluid motion, hand going to his gun, eyes sweeping the room. No targets. His hand dropped, but his shoulders stayed coiled, still reading the space.
You sat up. Pulled air in slowly until your chest stopped aching.
"Where are we?"
He didn't answer. Still looking.
You looked too.
Dark wood, heavy draping, expensive things chosen for use as much as looks. It felt like his place at first glance.
In the corner was a record player, vinyl turning silently, needle down, producing nothing. Beside it a bookshelf climbed straight to the ceiling, a ladder running the whole length on a track.
On the low table in front of the couch sat two glasses of wine. One half empty. Whoever had been drinking had stepped away expecting to come right back.
You stood slowly.
Sylus had crossed to the far side of the room. His head was angled down at something on the shelf.
You crossed after him, boots loud on the floor.
"Sylus."
He didn't turn.
You came up beside him, followed his eyeline, and stopped.
A photograph. You in your Hunter uniform with a different insignia of a rank you didn't hold yet, holding a trophy. Your smile in the photo was wide open and unguarded, a version of happy you didn't wear on your face very often.
There was a small engraved plaque at the bottom of the frame.
Hunter of the Year — November 2051.
You picked up a magazine beside it.
Your face on the cover. Same uniform, same trophy, same smile. Hunter of the Year in bold letters across the top. Small print in the corner, neat and impossible.
November 2051.
You set it down carefully.
Behind you, Sylus had already moved to the mahogany desk near the windows. Papers shifted. Folders opened and closed. His hands stayed busy and his face gave nothing.
"Sylus." You kept your voice steady. "Look at me."
He didn't.
You crossed to the desk and placedd your hand flat over the document he was holding.
"Three years," he was staring at nothing in particular, whatever was running behind his eyes not making it to his face.
You looked at the half empty glass. The record player still turning in silence. A coat hanging by the door.
"Sylus."
"I see it."
"That's your coat."
"This is one of my safehouses"
"Since when do you keep pictures of the Association Hunters? Last I checked you called us glorified errand runners."
A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth "I've got a taste for beautiful art, sweetie, and maybe I like having a permanent reminder of my favorite headache."
"I'm not your—"
"Someone's coming." his eyes sharpened, hand closing around your wrist.
"Who—"
"This way." He was already pulling you toward a closet.
He yanked the door open expecting to see his weapons.
There were no rifles or guns, just stacked piles of the same magazine you saw earlier, floor to ceiling, your face on every cover, hundreds of them.
"Do you also collect magazines?" you asked, fighting to keep your voice down as he shoved you into the tiny space and squeezed in after you, pulling the door shut. "This is a lot of me for one closet"
"If you keep talking you're going to get us both caught."
You bit down on a laugh and then it died in your throat completely.
The door clicked open and Sylus stepped into the room.
You gasped, turning on instinct to check whether he had somehow warped himself out there with his Evol, but he hadn't moved an inch.
Future Sylus's hair was a mess, like he'd run his hands over it more than once, and a bit longer than you were used to. His shirt was wrinkled, streaked faintly with mud, stretched tight across shoulders that looked broader than the ones currently pressed beside you in the dark. There was more color in his face too, like time had put some weather on him. He paced the length of the room like a caged animal, fists clenching and releasing at his sides. He stopped mid stride, head turning like he'd caught a sound in the room, inside Sylus's hand shot out, closing around your wrist as one finger came up to his lips, a silent order to stay quiet.
Then the door opened again, and future you walked in.
She looked pissed. Shirt torn at the shoulder, soot and dirt ground into the fabric, but her eyes were lit up with anger.
She was you, there was no doubt about that, but she was different. There was more color to her face too and her body was softer in some places, sturdier in others.
"You had no right, Sylus!" She slammed the door behind her "I can still fight! I had that under control!"
"You almost got killed" Sylus didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. Whatever was in his tone was cold enough to make the room feel smaller.
"That's a fucking lie and you know it!" She crossed the space between them fast, jabbing a finger into his chest. "I'm not some damsel for you to decide when I fight and when I don't!"
Beside you Sylus dipped his head, lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Different year. Same feisty kitten." His breath felt warm against your neck.
"Shut up, Sylus. Shut up" you hissed, elbowing him in the ribs. He huffed out a quiet laugh like you'd done him a favor.
Outside, the fight kept climbing.
"You think you can pull me off a fight and take me wherever you want?" her voice bounced off the ceiling. "I'm a Hunter, Sylus. I'm not joining Onychinus. Not now, not ever, no matter how many times you bring it up."
"You've made that perfectly clear."
"It's my job, Sy"
"Not anymore, it isn't."
"You don't get to make that call for me!"
He didn't answer with words. He started walking her back instead, one slow step for every one she gave up without notice, until her spine hit the ladder bolted to the bookshelf.
She was out of room. He planted a hand on either side of her head against the wooden rungs, boxing her in.
"Are you sure about that, sweetie?" Not a question so much as a challenge.
"We don't even know ye— get out of my space!"
"Make me."
Their faces were a breath apart now, close enough that the argument had stopped sounding like an argument. Through the door you felt the air on the other side change, something thick and charged, like the silence that comes right before either a fight or something worse. Your face went hot just watching it, the line between the two of them hating each other and wanting each other collapsing.
"I hate you"
"Good," he murmured so close to her lips. "You can hate me all you want, Mrs. Qin. You're still wearing my ring."
He closed the distance, hand curling around the back of her neck, and kissed her like it was the only thing he had left to say.
Beside you Sylus went completely still.
Future you made a sound against his lips that started as surprise and turned into a moan, her hands coming up to grip his shirt before she dropped them and grabbed him instead.
You turned to look at Sylus, his eyes dropped to yours and a slow smile moved across his mouth and your stomach went with it.
His shirt hit the floor first, hers followed.
Future Sylus lifted her off the floor and settled her onto a rung of the ladder. She grabbed the rung above her head to steady herself and he stepped back just far enough to look at her, taking his time with it while she sat there catching her breath.
Then he reached for her boots.
He pulled the first one off, fingers working the laces without looking down, eyes on her face the whole time. The second followed. He set his hands on her knees and dragged them up her thighs and she made a small sound before he'd even done anything.
His mouth found her collarbone. Moved down. The thin lace of her bra was still on and he put his lips over it anyway, tongue pressing through the fabric against her nipple, and her head went back against the ladder. He bit down through the fabric, and the sound she made was immediate.
You pressed your hand to your mouth.
He did it again on the other side, slower, and her knuckles went white on the rung above her while her hips moved forward looking for something that wasn't there yet.
He kissed down her sternum. The soft skin below her ribs. His mouth dragged across her stomach and she was already breathing in pieces by the time his hands moved to her pants. He worked them down her legs and off, then dropped to his knees.
You made a small sound against your hand.
He was now on his knees between her thighs, hands finding the backs of them, hooking her legs one at a time over his shoulders. The muscles in his arms and neck shifted with the motion and he settled her weight there easily, like he'd done it before. Because in three years he had. Many times. You could tell by how she exhaled when her legs landed on his shoulders— relief. Her whole body recognizing what was coming.
He looked up at her.
Hands spread across her inner thighs, holding them open, red eyes on her face, waiting.
She looked down at him.
Her chest was moving fast. Her lip caught between her teeth. She held his gaze for one long second and then, quietly, barely enough to hear—
"Please."
His fingers found her thong and pulled it to the side.
One hand went to his hair, pulling him in, the other stayed above her head. Her nipples were hard against the wet lace.
Every sound came through clearly. His mouth on her wet pussy. Her breathing. Your face burned. Other things burned. You pressed your thighs together and it didn't help because the sounds didn't stop.
You turned to look at him again.
His right eye burned red in the dark closet. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that wasn't steady.
"Sy—"
"Don't stop." Future you's voice came through the door, breathless. "Fuck, Sy...just like that."
Your face went hotter and you faced forward again.
Sylus exhaled against your hair. His hand was still on your wrist. Neither of you had moved it.
He made a sound against her and the sounds that followed were louder and wetter.
Your fingers found the front of his jacket and held on.
"Is this affecting you?" he asked, right against your ear.
"Shut up."
Then her voice again, completely gone, nothing held back. "Yes — baby, my clit, suck on it — fuck yes—"
His hand tightened on your wrist. Hard.
"Sylus." Your voice came out dry. Broken in the middle. Not what you'd intended at all.
"I know," he said.
Future you screamed his name. The closet pressed in from all sides.
"We need to leave"
"Yes," he agreed, but neither of you moved.
Her thighs locked around his shoulders and shook. He stayed until the last tremor left her. Then he stood, chest glistening, and his hands dropped to the button of his trousers.
Popped it open. Pushed the fabric down his thighs.
The outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear made your throat close. The tip already wet, a dark circle spreading through the cotton, and his fingers found the waistband—
A large hand came down over your eyes.
"Hey—" You grabbed his wrist. His fingers didn't move.
"If you want a show," his voice low at your ear, "you only have to ask."
"Move your hand." You twisted your head. His palm stayed exactly where it was.
Dark behind it.
Then the sounds hit again.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Skin against skin. Her voice breaking between each impact, the sounds coming in waves that your brain immediately started filling in visuals for and that was so much worse than if he'd just let you look.
"You're burning up," he said against your ear, not in concern but in pure mockery.
Your thighs pressed together hard. "I swear to god—"
His fingers spread open.
She was still on the ladder. Legs locked around his waist, both of them flushed, sweat catching the light. He had one hand on her hair, holding her close to his face, their mouths almost touching, breathing the same air while his hips rolled forward in deep slow drives that shook her whole body. He was saying something to her, too low to carry, but whatever it was kept fracturing her expression every time he said it.
Then his voice came through clearly.
"Look at me." Steady, even over everything else. "Tell me who you belong to."
Her tongue dragged across his upper lip. "Yours—" Her head dropped back. "Ah— yours, Sy, I'm yours—"
Your underwear felt damp and your clit was pulsing with a persistence you were doing your very best to ignore.
"Do you really think," Sylus whispered against your temple, "it takes us three whole years to get here?"
"I don't—"
Future Sylus pulled back, his tongue dragged slow up her throat while she panted against his shoulder. "You taste different today."
"Because you're—" she gasped, "—you're driving me insane—"
"That's not it." He pushed forward, one deep thrust that tore a cry out of her "You shouldn't be taking field hits right now." A beat. "Not when you're carrying my child."
The closet went cold.
Your jaw dropped. Hers did too.
Pregnant.
The argument. Him yanking her off the mission. All of it clicked into place at once. She was carrying his baby. In three years, you'd be carrying his kid.
Your knees went out from under you.
Your foot caught on something hard as you stumbled back. A stack of magazines toppled with the movement, and everything blurred, sound, vision, all of it going soft at the edges.
"—watch—"
Crimson light cracked through the dark. Sylus's Evol flared, and every falling magazine froze mid air.
The energy didn't stay contained. It rolled out through the closet door and everything on the other side went dead silent.
The sounds stopped. All of them. What replaced the noise had weight to it.
Sylus's eyes were locked on the door. Jaw tight. Not a muscle moving.
"Pathetic," future Sylus said, clear, not a trace of what he'd been doing thirty seconds earlier, "a top tier Hunter and the leader of Onychinus, hiding like toddlers playing hide and seek."
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
"Sylus?" Future you, breathless, confused. "Who are you talking—"
"I know you're in there." He sounded almost bored. "You're both breathing like horny teenagers."
Beside you, Sylus exhaled through his nose and reached out to push the door open. "I could say the same"
He stepped out first, glanced down at his sleeve, and flicked off a piece of lint that probably wasn't there. Then he reached back, hooked an arm around your waist, and pulled you out with him. You stumbled onto the polished floor, face burning hot enough to set the room on fire.
Future Sylus had future you pulled against him, her bra strap slipping off one shoulder, hair a wreck, and she was staring between the two of you with her mouth hanging open.
"Is that—" Her eyes went from you to the Sylus standing next to you and back again. "Are we— are they—"
Sylus looked at his future self. Future Sylus looked right back.
Three seconds of silence passed between them, and somehow it felt like an entire conversation.
"You look good," Sylus said.
"And you are interrupting," future Sylus said, arm tightening around future you.
You stopped watching the two of them and scanned the room instead.
There. The White Protocore, sitting beside the wine bottle, pulsing soft in the low light.
You moved before anyone could stop you, crossed the room, and closed your hand around it.
Sylus was right behind you. His hand landed over yours, the stone was caught between your palms again, warm and humming under your skin. He tossed one last glance over his shoulder at his future self and smirked.
White swallowed everything. The floor vanished, and then thud.
The familiar light of his office in the N109 Zone.
You were flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, just breathing.
The Protocore rolled out of your hand and knocked against the leg of his desk before it dissolved into dust.
Sylus sat up, forearm braced on a raised knee, and looked down at you, smirk already back in place. His gaze dropped to your mouth, your throat, the way your chest was still heaving.
"So," he said, leaning over you with one hand braced on the floor beside your head. "A baby."
You threw an arm over your face. "I will shoot you again."
"I'm just thinking ahead." His fingers found a strand of your hair "Sounds like we've got a lot of work to do in the next three years, Miss hunter."
