#bringbackvalko â âąâ Minors DNI !â âąâ Reblogs appreciated !
âââ cw. this was not supposed to end up a grinding and val cumming in his pants thing but i wrote this while drinking so (shrugs). no prns / body used for reader. sub leaning and good boy valko <3 srry gang i don't have much experience writing frottage/dry humping fics but the coochie had a vision and who am i to oppose
ok thats enough of being drunk and depressed đŹđŹđŹ time to get off my ass, bc they are NOT taking this dog from me
â â "What are youâ? Haahâ"
 â â  He's cute. He is so, so cute. Your big, sweet wolf practically melting under your hands and your kisses and the downwards grind of your hipsâ how are you not supposed to adore him? Your fingers run across his chest and his shoulders greedily, reveling in the heat under your fingertips. His soft whines fill the air, only contested by the loud thump thump thump of his tail smacking eagerly against the carpet.
 â â  "I'm not complaining," Valko starts above you, breath already labored and a ruddy blush across his face. He looks good enough to eat. "But where is this coming from? I thought I was supposed to be the animal here."
 â â  You hum, giving the junction of his shoulder and neck one last nip, teasingly grinding down on the prominent tent of his sweats. "No reason," you say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, then to his nose, then between his brows above the frame of his illegally cute glasses. "You're just cute, is all. Problem?"
 â â  "No, but if you keep this up, I'm not gonnaâ fuckâ"
 â â  Valko cuts himself off with another whine as your hips begin to pick up movement again, the heat between your legs grinding deliberately against his hardening cock. His aborted thrusts try to meet you, instinctive and increasingly desperate as he tries to chase the friction. It's enough to make you grin.
 â â  "Just let go, baby. " Your lips meet his in a kiss. He deepens it in an instant, tongue licking your lips as he whines into your mouth. The sound grows as you grind him with more force, gasping into the kiss yourself.
 â â  Big, warm hands find your hipsâ neither guiding nor pulling, but holding on. His trembling grip only makes you more eager to please.
 â â  It's not long before you bring your attention back to Valko's neck, planting a myriad of kisses and dark marks there. The kisses are stark against his skin, darkening into marks that you know will climb above the collar of his tailored suit tomorrow. The thought of itâ this tall, imposing man walking into the building of his company sporting your marks and your scent makes heat pool in your belly.
 â â  Is this what goes through his head when he scents you? Maybe heâs rubbed off on you more than you thought.
 â â  "You're so cute." it just slips out of youâ a murmur dripping with adoration.
 â â  Valko whines even louder when a hand goes to the crown of his head, scratching at the base of those soft fluffy wolf ears. The wag of his tail grows strong enough that it's practically whipping up a storm. His hips are grinding right back against you, the stain of his precum growing on the front of his sweatâ his cock is achingly hard under the fabric, twitching each time you rub yourself against him.
 â â  He's so damn warm underneath you, desperate and whining as he chases the pleasure of the friction, driven by his baser instincts. But he's being so good tooâ his hands hadn't once tugged or pulled you, letting you set the pace as you'd like.
 â â  What a good puppy.
 â â  The poor wolf's eyes are practically molten gold when you meet his gazeâ swimming with desire and drunk on the pleasure of your scent, the pleasure of your body pressed up against his.
 â â  "What a good boy," you coo, delighting in the way he gasps your name. "D'you wanna cum, baby?"
 â â  "Please," he whines, and you can feel his cock twitch even through the ruined fabric. It must be so hard nowâ blushing red at the head, thick and heavy, practically dripping with precum. Pert of you wishes you could see it, could taste it. He's always tasted so good.
 â â  "Go on then, puppy," you purr. âYou can cum.â
 â â  With the hand still in his hair, you guide Valko's face to bury in your neckâ he needs little encouragement, all but shoving his nose against your pulse in a hearbeat, drinking in your scent like a man starved. Immediately, the pace of his thrusts pick up and his hands tighten on you as his restraint finally begins to crack in the face of his looming orgasm. The sound of fabric brushing against fabric is loudâ but still drowned out by his breathless pants.
 â â  You can't fight back the grin as he laps at your neck, sweet even as he coaxes your scent forward. Cute, cute, cute.
 â â  Emboldened, he begins to guide your hips with his hands, using his strength to pull you back into each desperate grind of his hips. Each movement makes him whine into your neck, makes him twitch underneath you, his fingers tightening and then loosening.
 â â  It doesn't take long before he's tensing beneath you, teeth finding the curve of your shoulder on instinct as a low, rough groan leaves him, his hips giving small jerks as he rides out his high. Valko's tail tenses for a moment before going right back to waggingâ a bit slower now, tired, but delighted nonetheless.
 â â  He's whining a little into your skin, licking where he had bitten as if in apology. Valko's grip keeps you seated on his lap and the wetness of his cum staining his sweatsâ unapologetic and warm.
 â â  Even after all that, you can feel that his cock is still half-hard, still eager for anything else you wanted to give him. Still twitching with each deep breath he takes of your scent.
 â â  "Good boy, Valko," you murmur into his soft hair, and the sound that escapes him just makes you want to ruin him again.
valko has a habit of nuzzling you whenever he can âĄ
he just cannot help himself, the moment youâre within reach, heâs leaning in.
heâll rest his forehead on your shoulder for a second before rubbing his nose against you with the tiniest sigh, like heâs exactly where he wants to be.
âvalko..?â
he only hums in response, nose now buried against the side of your neck, taking a deep breath in.
ââŠare you listening?â you try again.
he nuzzles you again, with a little more energy, smiling when you laugh and try to push his face away.
âughh.. stop it!â you playfully whine.
but you lying in bed is always his favorite.
heâll curl his arms around you, hiding his face against your hair or the crook of your neck, breathing you in like itâs the most comforting thing in the world.
his wolf ears relax the instant he settles against you, giving a content flick as you absentmindedly scratch behind one.
ââŠmm.â itâs barely a soundâ more of a pleased rumble from him.
you smile, continuing to rub slow circles behind his ear.
behind him, his tail gives a slow, lazy swish across the bed.
âaww! your tail is wagging, youâre like a real puppy!â you say in complete awe.
the fluffy thing gives another thump against the mattress.
ââŠtraitor,â he almost growls, but he isnât talking to youâ heâs talking to his tail.
his ears pin back with embarrassment while the traitorous thing keeps swaying behind him anyway, picking up speed the more you laugh.
âi canât control it..â he huffs. âstop looking at it.â
he lets out the smallest groan before hiding his face even deeper against your neck.
a little silence passes, and after a bit he mumbles something into your skin.
âwhat was that?â you ask.
ââŠmakes me feel better.â his ears lower slightly with embarrassment once again. âwhen you smell like me.â
you reach up to smooth a hand over one fluffy ear, smiling when it flicks happily beneath your fingers.
âthen i guess i donât mind.â
his tail, which had finally calmed down, immediately starts wagging againâ faster this time, sweeping happily back and forth against the blankets.
There has always been something unspoken between the two of you.
Nothing harsh, just a soft, glowing boundary you both respected. Valko was careful with you in a way that made your chest ache. He would walk you home after every late night meet up, one big hand hovering near the small of your back but never quite touching. Heâd bring you coffee exactly how you liked it, remember the little details you mentioned once in passing, and look at you like you hung every star in the sky. But he never crossed that final line.
And you⊠you were terrified of ruining the best thing that had ever happened to you.
Whatever you two had was undeniable. Everyone saw it. The way your eyes found each other across crowded rooms. The way his (sometimes) imaginary tail would start wagging the second you walked into a space. The way youâd unconsciously lean into his warmth when the nights got cold during hangouts. But neither of you had said it out loud. Neither of you had dared.
Until tonight.
It was one of those rare quiet evenings in Linkon. The city lights glittered below the rooftop garden where youâd both escaped after a long day. Valko had âhappenedâ to bring a blanket (he always came prepared when it came to you) and two cups of hot chocolate. You were sitting side by side on the wide stone ledge, shoulders brushing, the city humming far below.
âYouâve been quiet tonight,â he said softly. His voice was low like he didnât want to disturb the quiet, a gentle rumble that always made your stomach flutter. His ears were slightly lowered, a telltale sign he was nervous even if his face stayed calm.
You glanced over at him. The moonlight caught on the sharp lines of his jaw, the soft fur of his ears, the way his tail curled loosely around the leg of the bench like it was trying to anchor itself. He looked beautiful. He looked strong. And most importantly safe.
âIâve just been thinking,â you admitted.
âAbout?â
You swallowed. The words felt too big for the quiet night, but theyâd been building for months.
âAbout us.â
Valko went still. Even his tail stopped moving. He turned toward you fully, golden eyes soft and searching. âUs?â
The air between you felt charged. You could smell his familiar scent; pine, warm musk, and something uniquely him. It made you brave.
âYeah. Us.â You looked down at your hands. âThe way you look at me. The way I look at you. The way weâve been⊠dancing around this for so long. I keep waiting for you to cross that line, but you never do. And Iâm scared that if I do it first, Iâll mess everything up.â
There it was. The truth laid bare under the stars.
Valko let out a shaky breath. For a long moment he didnât speak. Then, carefully, he reached out and took your hand in his much larger one. His thumb brushed gently over your knuckles.
âIâve wanted to,â he confessed, voice rough with emotion. âGod, Iâve wanted to kiss you so many times. After every mission when you smile at me like Iâm your hero. When you fall asleep on my shoulder during late drives. When you laugh at my stupid jokes.â He gave a small, self deprecating chuckle. âIâm not good at this. Iâve never felt this way about anyone. I was terrified of rushing you. Of making you uncomfortable. Of losing what we already have.â
Your heart squeezed so hard it hurt.
âValkoâŠâ
He lifted your hand and pressed a reverent kiss to your palm. His ears were fully perked now, tail starting to wag in a hopeful way.
âI respect you too much to ever push,â he continued softly. âBut if you want this⊠if you want me⊠Iâm yours. Iâve been yours for a long time.â
The yearning youâd both been carrying finally snapped.
You didnât know who moved first. Maybe both of you at the same time. One moment you were looking into his eyes, the next his large, warm hand was cupping your cheek and your fingers were tangled in the front of his shirt, pulling him down.
The first touch of his lips was impossibly gentle.
It was soft and hesitant. Like he was afraid this moment might disappear. His mouth moved against yours with such tenderness it made your eyes sting. He tasted like hot chocolate and safety and home. You sighed into the kiss and he responded instantly, tilting his head to deepen it just a little, still so careful, so loving.
His free arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. The size difference made you feel delicate and protected all at once. His tail wrapped around your back like he couldnât bear even an inch of distance between you.
When you finally parted for air, foreheads resting together, both of you were breathing a little harder. Valkoâs eyes were half lidded, glowing with emotion.
âWas that⊠okay?â he whispered, voice hoarse.
You laughed softly, a little watery, and kissed him again, quicker this time, just because you could.
âIt was perfect.â
He smiled against your lips, that big, bright, heart melting smile. âYeah?â
âYeah.â You cupped his face with both hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. âIâve wanted that for so long, Valko. You have no idea.â
âI think I do,â he murmured. âBecause Iâve been losing my mind over you sincr we met.â
You stayed like that for a long time trading soft kisses, quiet confessions, and gentle laughter under the stars. His hands never wandered too far. He was still so respectful, so wonderfully him, even now that the line had finally been crossed.
At one point he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours again, eyes closed like he was savoring every second.
âIâm going to do this right,â he promised. âTake you on real dates. Hold your hand in public. Be the best boyfriend youâve ever had. Because you deserve everything. And I want to give it to you.â
Your heart felt too full. You kissed the tip of his nose, then his forehead, then his lips once more.
âYou already are, dummy.â
His tail thumped happily against the stone ledge. The sound made you both laugh bright, relieved, joyful that echoed softly into the night.
And for the first time, the space between you was filled with something new and wonderful.
Very early in your relationship with Valko, you learned one crucial thing.
He eats an ALARMING amount of food.
Your grocery bill has tripled ever since you two got together. He once ate an entire rotisserie chicken in one sitting and asked what was for dinner right after.
Really, he was ridiculous. How much can a man like him eat?!
It genuinely baffled you how much food he inhaled and still looked so fucking sexy. Really, this man's genetics...
You also learned he gets excited about walks. Like, really fucking excited. You mentioned hiking together once and his tail popped out and started wagging funnily like he waited forever for you to ask.
He was so fucking cute you laughed with tears in your eyes. Valko was sooo easy to please.
Oh, and not to mention his bad habit of shedding on your favorite black sweater, ruining the thing cuz he has SO much fur, constantly all over the material. He felt so bad he ruined it, he bought you three replacements right after (all the wrong size, but it's the thought that counts).
Nights spent together also meant you learning he growls in his sleep. Almost every night, making you so damn curious about what the fuck is he even dreaming about.
You recorded it once cuz you thought it was funny and played it back for him and he was SO embarrassed his ears stayed out for an hour, twitching non stop.
And if all those things didn't earn him a soft spot in your heart, he also behaves so differently on nights when the moon is up and shining.
Full moons make him clingy and affectionate. A lot more than usual. He'll just follow you everywhere around your apartment, hugging you from behind while you try to do literally anything.
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Valko's felt your eyes on him ever since he stepped out of the shower. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, and in all honesty he can't blame you when he does the same to you. But it felt... different somehow.
Maybe it's nothing.
He grabs a shirt from the closet and fluffs it open. He's lifting it to pull it over his head when-
"Nonono! Wait! Don't!"
He stops sharply, looking at you with wide eyes, head already through the neckhole. You climb up onto your knees on the bed, all focus set on him, and gesture him over. He's even more confused now.
"Why can't I get dressed?" he asks, head tilting. Is this some sort of game he's not aware of? A prank in the making? Still, he walks over, pulling his shirt back over his head.
The moment he's within reach, your hands grab his chest. He looks down, watching you feel his pecs, squeezing them. The plush fat squishes and jiggles, pliable in your grasp. You play with them for a bit, just smiling to yourself.
"Can I suck on them?"
His bark of laughter comes out like a punch to the gut. "What?!"
"Can I suck on them!" you repeat, more enthusiastic. As if to emphasize your point, you lean forward to plant innocent kisses to his chest.
He laughs, chest shaking as a result, and nods. "Sure, pup. You can bite them, too."
Your eyes light up. You look like a child set loose in a candy store with all the money in the world to spend. "Really?!"
He nods. "Sure."
You don't ask a second time. He yelps as you bite hard at the softest point, growling like a dog with a toy as you playfully shake your head to make sure the mark lasts.
He huffs, but you hear him shift behind you and the room is peacefully quiet once more.
You feel your mind start to drift away. The real world slipping like sand through your finge-
Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick.
"Valko," you groan, back in the waking world. "Licking it isn't gonna help. Go put some itchy stuff on it."
He sighs, annoyed that he has to get up out of bed to do something about the bug bites plaguing him. Alas, he doesn't like continually disturbing you. So, he climbs out of bed, trudges to the bathroom, and grabs the itch-relief ointment. He slathers each bite thoroughly. For the moment, the itch subsides, and he crawls back into bed.
It takes longer for your consciousness to leave this time. The bed stills. Your brain registers the comforting presence of your boyfriend with you; the safety and security of the outside world. Safe enough to lay you tenderly on a raft amidst a river of clouds. It gently pushes you from shore, down stream toward-
men who canât ever wait to fully undress you before fucking you, always semi-clothed and messy, skirts flipped up and shirts stretched at the neckline and pants around their ankles
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men whoâs favourite part is getting to strip you completely bare beneath them, always making sure they make time to be able to worship you in your nakednessâ peeling back each layer and appreciating the newly exposed skin with a kiss and a caress
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âsaturday? yeah, i got it. well, tell auntie that weâll try our best to be there, but i canât make any promises.â
your eyebrows furrow and your lips morph into a curious pout as you zone in on the tail end of your boyfriendâs phone call. the movie you had been streaming immediately became unimportant with the brief mention of his family claiming your full attention instead.
likely referring to another impromptu get-together that theyâre clearly asking for you both to attend, you were itching to learn the details of it over the plot of a film you admittedly had little interest in before you even pressed play. the fact that the volume hadnât made it past ten shouldâve been enough to emphasize its insignificance.
âdoesnât matter to me, but iâll ask her and see what she thinks.â valko exhales with a hum of approval in acknowledgment to whatever else his cousin was relaying, leaning back and tilting his head so that his temple can rest comfortably against your knee. with the warmth of him against you and the soft caress of his fingers along and around your ankle, little moments like these made you cherish having a man so mindlessly affectionate.
to call your boyfriend clingy was an understatement, but it was something about him that youâd never trade for anything in the world. the moment you welcomed him into your life with open arms and kissed him sweetly when he confidently asked you with the silliest smile to be his girl forever, you knew what kind of relationship it was bound to be.
to this day, it didnât matter if he had important phone calls, intricate things to study up on, or confidential documents to overlook and analyze. one thing for certain was that he would always do any and all of it wherever you were if he could.
ten minutes go by before heâs finally sitting up and removing the earbuds from his ears and the whole headset from around his neck. whatever work he had been click-clacking away at for the last two hours after taking a shower and having dinner was disregarded when he shuts the screen of his laptop and turned to look up at you holding the cute wolf plushie heâd won for you a couple months back.
âeverything okay?â you ask him softly as he faces you completely, reaching out to gently rake your fingernails through the soft and now fully dried hair right behind his ear.
getting to watch that handsome face of his fall completely relaxed and content was truly a sacred experience. his immediate submission is something you frequently tease him for when compared to his cocky demeanor, but you both knew youâd never hear the end of it should you stop for any reason.
âyeah, itâs all good. random brunch for the third time this month over the weekend. you up for it? by all means, say no if you prefer to just chill with the love of your life or whatever.â
âyou and your family are just too cute. once again, iâm reminded where you get all that audacity from.â
valko grins at the giggle you canât contain, continuing to explore the softness of your skin as you both doted on the other silently. settling between your legs while he sits on the floor was on the top of his list of his preferred kind of intimacy. âbut you know iâm down if you are. i go where you go. i mean duhhh, thatâs how we always move. like a pack, right?â
he leans deeper into your touch, eyes nearly falling shut completely from the euphoria he gets out of the way you love on him with one of the things he classifies as a guilty pleasure. truthfully, he wasnât secretive about such an obsession at all, but what was known didnât always need to be said out loud. unless used against him, of course.
âdidnât even give you any info on it yet and youâre already so eager to follow me like a good little pup, huh?â
âoh, iâm the eager one?â the protest ready to fall from his lips is first expressed in the pinch of his brows when your hand slips away from the stimulation being given to one of his favorite spots. his expressions had the tendency to give away any thoughts before he could say a word. itâs why he always says you read him better than any book heâs ever laid his eyes on.
âwhat the fucââ
âwatch it,â you warn playfully. whatever was to be said is swallowed down when the pads of your fingertips begin tracing the defined outline of his jawline before resting on the underside of his chin. âso quick to start with me. arenât you supposed to be my good boy?â
valko takes your lighthearted taunting as a challenge, grasping you by the wrist and bringing it up to his nose to inhale your addictive scent and the faint aroma of your perfume.
âarenât i always?â
âyou have your moments. iâve gotta say though, obedience looks super sexy on you.â
âhm. i bet it does.â his grin brings out the subtle dimples in his cheeks. âis it my turn to make a move now?â
heâs pulling you off the couch and on top of him before youâre capable of offering a response to his vague request. the two of you are caught in a laughing fit all the way down until his back hits the plush rug and youâre settled in his lap.
the chuckles are interrupted when you feel his not-so-little friend prodding at you for some kind of attention.
âoh, you perv.â
âperv? thatâs not a nice thing to say to the man of your dreams, now is it?â heâs slipping his hands beneath your shorts as his palms slide up the outside of your thighs. âi just consider this instinctual. others would say natural. canât blame me for what i canât control.â
the heaviness of his hardening cock pressing into you from below had a steadily increasing heartbeat thumping in your panties. from the soft look he sports with his glasses, the oversized red sweater you got him last christmas, and the dark gray sweats doing nothing to conceal what you were quickly becoming unashamedly desperate for, no way were you getting off of him without some kind of relief.
valko watches you closely as you raise said sweater to sit below his chin, revealing the big, strong, and sculpted body that youâve fallen helplessly head over heels for. he was hard where you were soft, and it was opposites like that that made you fit so well.
âwould you look at that. and iâm the one being labeled a pervert. baby, i think weâre mixing things up.â
âcanât i admire my boyfriend? isnât this natural?â
itâs almost like his eyes shine when you use his own words against him.
ââcourse you can. in fact, you better. butâŠâ he sniffs up at the air four times, a smug grin taking over his lips. âiâm sensing that admiration isnât the only thing youâve got planned in that big head of head of yours.â
âfuck off,â you laugh, pinching his nose. âand donât act so tough.â
with one slow upward motion of your hips, the thickness pulsing against you seems to swell even bigger than before. his teeth tuck his bottom lip into his mouth from the sensation and his hold on your hips deepens, nails biting deliciously at your flesh. âadmiration isnât enough for you anyways.â
your lips fall to his quickly, tongues battling for a dominance you know heâd fight tooth and nail to be the one to conquer. but he throughly enjoys a biting prey and itâs why he loves you.
his hands are sliding out the fabric of your sleepwear to find purchase on other parts of your body the more heated your sensual exchange becomes. as he licks at the roof of your mouth and tries his hardest to devour you whole, youâre embraced by his large hands grabbing at you like the greedy beast heâs proud to be.
itâs when he makes his way back to your hips that you both know this wouldnât last long. and when he starts to frantically guide you to grind against him faster, holding you down to feel him through the few layers of clothes thatâs causing separation, instinctively you knew that it was in your best interest to prepare yourself for the more he was going to give soon after this.
âyouâre not⊠hahâwearing underwearâŠâ you breathe against his mouth glistening with your shared saliva. youâre quick to take off his glasses from the growing frustration of them getting in your way of being closer, discarding them towards the plush cushions with fingers crossed for a safe landing.
âarenât you smart.â the teasing inflection in his tone and the deepness of his voice has the your cunt throbbing to the point of growing uncomfortable.
your clit continues to ache the more you move with him, nipples grazing underneath your top and begging to be sucked into his mouth.
âsit up,â he says breathlessly with another sloppy kiss to your partially swollen lips.
he keeps you moving on his cock as you rise, lustful gaze focused on the way your shorts ride up your thighs and cling to your pussy from how taut heâs got them pulled to increase the friction. the outline of his dick moving against it back and forth, trying its best to nestle in betweenâthe visual alone has him bucking up and trying to make that a reality.
valkoâs hands slide up the sides of your torso and his thumbs delicately play with your peaked nipples beneath your t-shirt.
âval,â you whine, resting your hand on his chest to keep you steady as you try your hardest to not lose your shit from the sensitivity taking over everywhere. âw-want it inside. want it so badâŠâ
âyou open that pretty mouth for everything else.â he flicks them this time to make you tense and for tears to damn near overfill both your waterlines. âshouldâve just said how much you wanted to be fucked way sooner, pup. saves us so much time.â
but you canât wait for that now, not when youâre so close. the lone idea of stopping was aggravating enough.
your head falls back from the insatiable manner in which you chase your high, using his body to the highest degree to help get you there.
âyou smell so sweet,â he coos through a husky moan. âmm. youâll let me taste it later? itâs not good to be stingy.â
âright t-there,â you mewl, pressing your lips together before your vision practically blurs and and has you seeing dots. your orgasm is cataclysmic, and valko keeps your momentum going despite the clear overstimulation youâre experiencing. hearing you sing for him like this and watching you fall apart was worth your little hits of retaliation later.
heâs not far behind you either, thick spurts of sticky cum making a complete mess in his pants soon after you cave and quickly seeps through the material to add to the wet spot in between your legs.
both of you sit breathless with the sound of your forgotten movie still playing and being the only thing to fill the silence.
âyou can taste it if i can taste you, too.â
âa deal?â he raises an eyebrow as if heâs open to negations. âother than the obvious, whatâs really in it for me?â
of course he never misses an opportunity to play coy.
âkeep making me feel goodâŠâ your thumb swipes along his bottom lip. âand maybe youâll find out. or are you too scared?â
you sure were bold to offer up another challenge like this. and he could show you better than he could promise that this time, he wouldnât go easy.
a/n: ofc i haaaddd to write about that picture. iâm so obsessed with it. like i was genuinely imagining thisâŠ. i almost felt itâAND, i know we canât really tell if heâs ooc or not but if you think heâs ooc⊠DONâT TELL ME!!!!!!! valko baby, youâre ALIVE over here. they canât take you from me. i hope you enjoyed, my cuties. MWAH MWAH!!!
okay today i need to actually lock in and finish my theme for tumblr web version, and then finish my pinned info post for mobile users that has been sitting in my drafts for months
cute aggression with valko goes both ways, and it always escalates.
even before you officially start going out, valko often goes out of his way to give you an extra-long squeeze whenever you initiate a hug. all you wanted was a nice warm goodbye hug when he walks you back to your apartment. what youâre getting is a face full of his warm chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around you that is draws an undignified squawk from your chest.
by the time youâre officially dating, youâre his squeaky toy.
you try to rage bait him by booping his nose, or squishing his cheeks, and heâs biting at your fingers in return. heâs careful with his sharp teeth, for now, but as soon as youâre on top of him, licking into his mouth to trace the sharp edge of his incisors with your tongue, heâs feral.
his fingers are tangled in your hair, tugging you even closer. with his free hand, he grasps your hip, holding you down on top of him.
before you know it, youâre grinding down on him, not even embarrassed by your increasingly desperate gasps as you grind on his dick. the friction is enough to make you feel stars, and you know you can cum like this.
valkoâs watching you closely as you break away from his kisses long enough to take a desperate, shaky breath. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, his flush only deepening when he realises how close you are already.
âfuck, really?â he lets out a disbelieving chuckle and lifts his hips up to help you, grinding up against you so the thick head of his cock presses right against your clit.
