synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.
warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.
wc: 2,3k
a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OU– enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
He must be in heat. that’s the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and he’s already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But that’s not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.
Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, he’s talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He can’t help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock won’t stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.
Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.
“…ko,” He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.
“…alko.” There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and he’d thank you.
“Valko!” He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lick—
“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—
“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”
“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.
Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant.
What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.
But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore.
You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.
Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.
He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it.
“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”
Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.
The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now.
You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish.
“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little.
“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.
You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.
Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.
“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest.
“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.
“Please…”
“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do.
You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.
“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?
With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”
“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.
“If you’re grossed out—“
“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”
That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”
“The millisecond.”
His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”
“I’ll put a poet to shame.”
“Pull my hair?”
“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”
A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”
Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.
It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.
The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens.
But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?
You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours.
You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again.
“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.
“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.
He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.
Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it?
His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.
Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”
“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”
You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.
It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.
Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.
Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!
You love these fucking supermoons.
“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”
“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“
“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”
He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”
“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.
“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.
You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”
Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”
“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.”
── .✦ 𝑆𝑌𝑁𝛰𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 : valko holds you open. caleb takes you apart. and you're not sure which one is going to break you first.
── .✦ 𝐶𝛰𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 : explicit content (18+), minors dni, threesome, oral sex (f. reader receiving), cunnilingus, voyeurism, possessive behavior, praise kink, biting/marking, two uses of pup as a petname, rough handling, overstimulation, slight degradation if you squint. not proof read oopsie ><
𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝐵𝛰𝑈𝑇 how Valko's nails feel just like claws in this moment —pressed into the soft, vulnerable dip of your hips, not quite breaking skin but promising they could, the points of them just shy of painful as he holds you open, keeping you spread wide and shamelessly for the other man kneeling in front of you at the foot of the bed. You're nestled against the warmth of Valko's bare chest, the fine dusting of chest hair tickling your backside, the sheets rough beneath your palms. He's nothing but solid, a warm wall against your back, his breath hot against the curve of your ear every time you try to squirm.
"Stop fidgeting." His voice is a low, gravelly rasp that buzzes against your skin, and you feel it—that vibration traveling down your spine, settling low in your belly where it curls and churns into something deeper. Neediness. Want... You can't pinpoint what you're feeling, your head cloudy with thoughts that only circled back to the two men and the sticky wetness between your thighs.
Valko nips at the shell of your ear and you whimper. "I said you'd take what he gives you. Didn't I?"
Caleb is between your thighs, and he hasn't even touched you yet. He's just looking, those eyes of his heavy lidded and insatiable, letting his gaze drag over you like he's memorizing every detail — from the soft little twitch of your cunt to the way your folds glisten with your slick, irrefutable evidence of your aching want. He keeps his hands resting on your knees—warm, steady, but still despite how much you try to squirm beneath his palms. His breath ghosts across your cunt, and you feel it, that little whisper of heat, that anticipation that makes your thighs tremble, promoting Valko to tighten his hold to keep you right where both men wanted you.
"Look at her," Caleb murmurs in a saccharine tone, and his voice is low, almost distracted, like he's talking to himself. "She's already—" He pauses, and you feel his thumb trace the inside of your thigh, up from the crease of skin all the way to your twitching little bud, featherlight, a question more than a touch as he tilts his head. "Fuck."
And then his mouth is on you.
Not fast. Not eager. Slow. His tongue flattens against you, broad and hot, and he tastes you—just once, just a sample—and the sound he makes afterwards has you melting helplessly against Valko— that low, helpless hum in the back of his throat... it might have been the sexiest thing you've ever heard. His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, and he's breathing you in, his nose brushing your clit with every lazy stroke of his tongue, drinking in every drop of your taste, insistent on imprinting it on his tastebuds.
"Stop holding your breath." Valko's teeth graze your shoulder and he huffs something that sounds like a laugh when your head falls back against his huff shoulder, and his nails press deeper—just enough for you to feel them, to remember who's in control, keeping you pinned against him. "He can't eat you properly if you're tensed up. Relax for me, pretty pup."
And you try. You really do.
You try to relax, but Caleb's tongue is circling your clit, slow and deliberate, tracing the shape of you like he's painting, like he's got all night and he's determined to use every second. His hair is soft against your inner thighs, tickling the sensitive skin, his breath is hot and uneven, and when he moans against you the vibration of it shoots through your clit and for a moment you you feel the sound in all the way up in your teeth.
"That's it," Valko murmurs when you let out something akin to a sob and a moan all mixed into one pathetic little sound, and his voice is softer now, almost reverent, his lips brushing your hair. "That's my girl. Taking it so well. Let him have you."
You're faintly aware of how Valko grinds against you everytime Caleb dips down to slurp at your juices.
Caleb pulls back just enough to breathe, and his chin is slick, glossy in the dim light, his lips parted and reddened. He looks up at you, meets your eyes, and grins, a dark shadow glazing over his eyes, something that makes you feel like prey. "She's dripping," he says, and his voice is shot, wrecked, barely a whisper as he makes a show of his eyes locking with Valko's behind you, licking his lips. "Everywhere. Valko, she's—"
"I know." Valko's hand slides from your hip to your stomach, splaying flat, feeling the way you clench. "I can feel her." He presses a kiss to the corner of your jaw, soft, almost gentle. "She's so responsive, isn't she? Gets so wet when we both look at her."
Caleb doesn't answer — he looks so fucked out already that you don't think he can — he just dives back in, and this time he's faster, greedier, his tongue fucking into you while his thumb presses against your clit, circling, pressing, finding that rhythm that has your toes curling and your back arching against Valko's chest. The more you try to run from the zinging pleasure of Caleb's mouth the harder Valko pushes you right into it.
"Please—" you gasp, and your voice is broken, barely coherent and more pathetic than you've ever heard it sound, "—please, I can't—"
"Yes, you can." Valko's voice is flat, calm, like he's telling you the weather. "You can take it. You're going to cum on his tongue like the good girl you are, and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" His claws drag down your hip, leaving pale lines that bloom pink. "That's why you're here, pup."
And when you come, hard, fast and shaking, with Caleb's name in your mouth — when you finally break, your whole body shaking and your vision goes white with pleasure —Caleb doesn't stop. He drinks you, his tongue relentless, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you know there will be bruises to discover the next morning, and Valko is right there, murmuring against your ear.
"Atta girl. That's it. That's my perfect girl."
You slump helplessly against him, your body still humming with embers of pleasure Valko decides tips your chin up, forcing you to look at Caleb and his current state... dark eyed and soaked from his nose to his chin in your juices that he makes a show of licking up, his grin sharpening when he sees Valko stiffening behind you.
"We're not done with you yet. You know that, right?" Valko murmurs, dragging his tongue against the side of your neck, collecting a bead of sweat that had pooled at your collarbone. His one hand slides up to embrace the side of your jaw, tilting your head forward. "Why don't you give your boyfriend a nice big kiss, hm? Have a taste."
my valko headcanon is he doesn't play along with the puppy agenda because he finds it condescending and weird as an actual wolf boy meanwhile caleb is going ohh my goddd bruh pass the controller arf arf arf woof woof woof woof!!!!!
All of that and we get almost nothing about Valko other than his appearance? How the fuck am I supposed to write Caleb x Valko smut when I dont have a pin on this guy's personality?
Our two bestest puppy boys can finally be united!! You've been really stressed at work, spreading yourself too thin at meetings and committing to way too many events. You're barely getting any time alone. And to top it all off, your two pups have been butting heads ever since the newcomer arrived, and it seems like nothing you do can bring them together. What you don't expect is for them to suddenly be acting...civil toward eachother? They must have an ulterior motive...
Hint: they're working towards a common goal to make their gracious and loving owner feel better!
tags/cw: grinding, fingering, oral (f!receiving), 2 guys 1 girl, knotting mentioned, biting, marking, spit kink if you squint, small amount of dubcon
an: this is my first time posting a fic on here and the idea randomly popped into my head at 2am last night so forgive me if it's trash lmao. And yes I was listening to cupcakke the whole time I wrote this what's it to ya?
Moderately proofread, if you see a typo no you dont.
word count: 1.3k
It's been a long 3 months since you took Valko in. You had owned and taken great care of Caleb for how many years now? It should be no problem to welcome a new addition to the family! At least that's what you thought. You could still remember the day they first met.
"Caleb, I'm home! And with a surprise!" You had shouted happily, having no clue about the chaos that would follow.
Caleb's tail, which had been wagging enthusiastically at the sound of your voice after a long 8 hour shift apart from you, abruptly stopped at the sight and scent of the newcomer. Betrayal. How could you march in here all proud, into your shared home, with another dog?
Caleb's eye practically twitched as he looked between the two of you, your face a mask of false confidence and Valko's look a sheer indifference. This was a terrible idea. You should have known Caleb would never be agreeable.
He could hardly even stand the smell of another male coworker that hugged you for a bit too long at that party last week, practically tearing your clothes off and throwing them into the washer before burying his face in your plump chest for at least an hour to breathe in your scent.
Only yours.
He's never been the understanding type, not when it comes to other men. All they are to him is competition, and Caleb never loses. This is no different.
"A surprise?" His voice was low, almost calculating.
Ever since then, there's never been a peaceful day between them, they're always at each other's throats. Valko has a way of riling up Caleb no matter what he does, and you can't figure out who's in the wrong. You spend half of your day trying to break up their quarrels while simultaneously giving them both an equal amount of affection so they don't get even more jealous. The other half of your day is spent working long hours, attending various meetings, and missing hours of sleep.
-
You arrive home late again, collapsing on the couch from sheer exhaustion before you can make it to your bed or even take off your clothes. The boys immediately come out of their respective spaces to greet their owner but standing shocked at the sight of you practically passed out on the couch. They wanted ear scratchies, not a sleepy master.
"Is she...okay?" Caleb frowns, forgetting about his own needs and shifting his focus entirely to you.
Valko responds plainly, "She's asleep."
“No shit.” Caleb snaps. For a moment, the air between them is charged again, that is until you shift slightly, the small noise making both their fluffy ears perk up (even Caleb's floppy ears, as much as they can anyways).
“She's exhausted. This is the 2nd week of late shifts.” He says, earning a stiff nod from Valko.
“I… we should help her.” Valko's voice is rigid at his own suggestion. We? As in him and Caleb? You would've thought this day would never come, yet here they are.
“...both of us. Both of us?” Caleb was about ready to start another fight, the fur of his tail prickling up slightly. He looks back at you. You truly are exhausted, and you always give your all for both of them. Don't get him wrong, Caleb has never minded being selfish when it comes to getting more belly rubs and treats from you, he loves it, in fact. But now that it's you in need, he's forced to comply. “Fine.” The word escapes his lips in a growl.
A temporary peace treaty.
Before you know it, the sun is rising again. You groan out loud, eyes still closed. Sun means work. Before you can truly loathe the day ahead, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, followed by the loud thwamp thwamp thwamp of a heavy tail hitting the back of the couch. Valko. His tail is slightly bigger than Caleb's, so you can tell the difference. Another one follows though, this time against the floor, and before you know it you're being woken up by Valko's nibbling on your ear, and Caleb's tongue all over your cheeks as he kneels beside the couch.
“Boys…stop…” you manage, eyes blinking open and adjusting to the light. “Stop,” you repeat before freezing. This is the closest the two boys have ever been to each other, ignoring the fact that you're sandwiched between them. Your protest is short lived when you feel one of Valko's clawed hand running down your tummy and Caleb's up your thigh “boys…” you choke out. Valko's fingertips reach the heat pooling between your legs.
“You're wet, pup.” His voice is gravelly, and you can hear his smirk.
You didn't even know you were wet, but the dark patch growing on your panties is proof enough. When his middle and ring fingers reach your throbbing clit through your pants you can't help but let out a desperate mewl. You're too far gone to truly protest when Caleb's tongue drags up your inner thigh.
“I….I have work.” You say reminding yourself more than them
“You've been working sooo hard, already though” Caleb uses that innocently teasing tone that contrasts with his actions. Before you can react, your pants are strewn carelessly on the floor and your panties are left dangling from your ankle.
“Besides…” Valko chimes in, one long finger plunging impatiently into your waiting folds, “we called out for you. No more work today, pup.” He licks a long stripe up your ear, nipping gently as his finger pumps in and out torturously slow.
“Val-…ah-!” Your voice breaks when Caleb's drooling mouth finds your clit, hungry for your taste and high off your scent. Valko adds a second finger, his claws perfectly rough inside you as Caleb's tongue only adds to your wetness.
“Mmm… y'taste s'good…even better than y'smell, pips.” The vibration of his voice makes you whimper, one hand scratching at Val's wrist and the other tangling into Caleb's soft hair. You're so overwhelmed with pleasure you don't know where to grab.
It takes all of Valko's willpower not to replace his fingers with his cock, plunging into your tight heat, knotting you and filling you up to the brim.
No. Right now he needs to focus on you. But that doesn't mean he can't grind his aching erection against the swell of your ass. He groans into your ear, kissing and licking right beneath it, his saliva mixing with your sweat before he suddenly bites down hard enough to mark.
“Val!!” You cry out, sopping cunt clenching around his digits. Caleb follows suit with a gentle nip to your clit that makes you yelp and grip his hair harder. He rewards you with a low moan against your sensitive bud, which successfully shatters whatever control you had left.
“A-ah! Fuck… shit… I can't-” With a broken moan, your orgasm crashes over you with force hard enough to make you forget work ever existed - at least for now.
You feel Valko's knot swell against your ass as he cums inside his pants with a low growl-like groan like a dog in rut. As soon as his fingers leave your weeping cunt, you whine at the emptiness that's soon replaced by Caleb's tongue cleaning up the mess left behind. He continues to lick and suck until you push weakly at his head, completely pussy drunk.
When Caleb finally pulls away, kissing your thighs, you're a panting, sweating mess between them.
“You did s'good for us, pips.” A kiss to your lower belly “so good.”
Everyone at work the next day wonders why you're in such a good mood all of a sudden. It's safe to say your boys will definitely be working together again.
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Imagine how bad Caleb's crashout will be once he finds out that not only you went to the N109 Zone to chase some aura farming mafia boss, now you're going after a hunky sexy werewolf who works with Ever. Boy will be calling another lockdown on you STAT
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