Don't get me wrong, so are the others but Valko takes the crown.
Would build a shrine for you if you let him. Has your picture on his phone lockscreen, wallpaper and profile pictures on all socials. You're in every one of his posts, most of them are entirely of you and he's always in your comments, hyping you up and writing corny stuff like "is this what winning feels like?". Has a framed photo of you on his work desk and a polaroid of you in his wallet. Never takes off the jewelry you bought him. Gets couple rings at the first hint from you. Wears your scrunchie on his wrist. Has your contact saved as "Wifey" in the first month of dating him.
You'll never know when your makeup items are about to run out because he's already gone through your products and reordered your usuals.
He's the type to get your car serviced, tyres refilled and fuel tank pumped full before you ever realize you needed any of those things done. Cherry on top, he reverses your car and parks it in the garage so you're good to go in the mornings.
The type to hand feed you. Literally. When you're so swamped with work you haven't moved from your chair in hours. When you're running late to work, he's holding out spoonfuls of breakfast to your mouth while you clip on earrings or handing you your bag, wallet, keys and your coffee thermos ready for you as you bolt out the door. Waves till you can't see him in the rearview anymore.
And the intimacy. God. Playing with your fingers while you talk, tucking your hair behind your ear when you don't even notice it's come undone, wrapping his jacket around you, pulling you into his warmth when you're shivering, letting you wear his shoes and walk barefoot when your feet are sore because of heels, holding your hand even when his hands are full of groceries, hand on the small of your back when you walk, reaching over and fastening your seatbelt for you, hand on your thigh while he drives, kissing your wrist, nipping at your skin, pulling you closer by tugging at your chair, tucking your hand in the crook of his elbow, putting his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, spooning you in bed, moving your hair to the side to kiss your nape and inhale your scent that grounds him.
Never backing down from lifting you up. The moment you say anything demeaning about yourself, you might as well have wrenched his heart. He's never going to repeatedly quote some meaningless platitudes to you, he's present, he's listening and he wants to know what hurts, why it hurts. It's never too much. You're never too much. Your muchness is the reason he loves you and he'll make sure you will never forget that. You can climb onto his lap, sit encircled in his arms for hours on end and he doesn't complain, doesn't move, doesn't stray from topic unless you're done. He doesn't want to give you solutions for the problems you're facing, he knows you can handle them. All he has to do is remind you.
Biggest contributor to just-because gifts. Vase of flowers? Always full, always blooming. Nail salon certificate from your favorite one resting in your purse before the new ones have finished drying? Check. Swinging by your favorite coffee place and grabbing your order before you leave? Cup is already resting in its holder in your car. Sending you and your colleagues pastries in the afternoon? He knows you love sweet treats. Making reservations and picking you up for dinner with a change of clothes incase you don't like what you're wearing? Already taken care of. And God forbid you try to pay for something on your own, he's going to sulk all day long till you promise to break your own card into two.
Clinginess dialed to a 100. Holding hands when you go out is a given. He's not against doing it at home too. Olympic level cuddler. In the mornings in bed. On the couch while watching movies. He'll even try to sneak a little cuddle time while you're cooking. And what's that about water? Oh right, you should be saving some so he's definitely in the shower with you. Not afraid of PDA. Infact, his cousins are always telling you both to get a room. Would step out of a board meeting and see you waiting for him by the reception, making small talk when he rushes over, kissing you in front of everyone, figuratively wiggling his tail that's tucked away.
Not afraid of being vulnerable with you. Of crying in front of you. Of breaking down when the pressures of being in a position as demanding as he was get to him. Of being being open about how much he needs you and your support. None of your fights with him last long. Not when he'd get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Literally. Fully believes it's the ideal and the only correct way to atone.
The way he'd take such good care of you when you're sick. Not balking or freaking out if you accidentally stain your clothes during your period or if you're sick and throwing up, holding your hair back, helping you out of clothes you've dirtied, wiping your body down if you can't shower, staying by your bedside for the times you come to, meticulously timing your medicine intervals.
Does not have a single love language. His love language is all of them. Acts of service? He could teach a course. Words of affirmation? Not a day goes by when he's not reminding you how beautiful you are and how lucky he feels to be a part of your life. Gift-giving? He funds a black card in your name. Physical touch? He has to be peeled off of you sometimes. Quality time? 24 hours the a day is not enough time for him to be spending with you.
Never says no to anything you propose. You want to learn how to do stunts on a dirt bike? He's buying you the gear. Swimming in a cage with sharks? He's booking the trip. The deadliest rollercoaster in the world? He's going to be scared and terrified within an inch of his life but it's not going to matter because he's here and he's here with you.
Loves to hear you ramble on about things you are passionate about. Loves hearing you sing off-key and way off beat in the shower. Loves watching you do little dancey dances with your headphones plugged in when you cook or do laundry. Loves paying attention to you. To everything you do. To everything that makes you so undeniably you. He loves you.
His most favorite thing to do with you, is dancing. Holding you close to him, back to his chest, face nuzzled in the curve of your neck with his arms around you and one of your arms wrapped around his nape as you both sway to the music in the dim lighting of the living room, heartbeats thrumming in sync and louder than the music in the background. Happy and content. In each other's company. With each other.
And when you hear the slow rumble of thunder before the pitter-patter of the rain follows, you're dragging him outside to dance with you in the rain, with the smell of concrete and soil potent in the air.
And he'd follow you, drenched and soaking in the rain as you both danced and jumped into puddles and kissed and held each other close. Because of course he would.
It's Valko. He'd do anything for you.
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A/N: I wanted to cheer myself up by writing this for all my lovelies on here but it just depressed me further I think. I've seen such heartbreaking fanarts of Valko saying "they didn't like me" and I honestly sobbed.
Sincerely requesting all artists and authors and editors to not stop mentioning Valko, writing fics and making art for him. Please.
Summary: Valko finally gets the one thing heâs been fantasizing about: permission to eat your pussy. By the time you reward him, the experience overwhelms him so completely that he climaxes without ever laying a hand on himself.
Word Count: 25k
Warnings/Themes: 18+, MDNI! Sub!Valko, needy!Valko, dom!Valko, switch!Valko, size kink, begging, slight predator/prey, oral sex, oral fixation, Valko rips off your underwear, Valko hoists you upside down for it, Valko cums in his pants
A/n: Please reblog if you enjoy! ^^ This was a request. Thanks! I have already written a sequel here!
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It hadnât been long since Valko had gone from being an enemy the moment you met him to becoming one of your closest allies. Somewhere between exchanging information, relying on each other in the field, and trusting him with things you never thought you would, the line between professional necessity and something infinitely more personal had blurred so gradually that neither of you seemed to notice exactly when it happened. You certainly hadnât expected it. Hadnât imagined it. Hadnât even allowed yourself to hope for it. Then, almost without either of you acknowledging it aloud, it simplyâŚBegan.
Your meetings became less about exchanging intel and more about finding excuses to linger afterward. One dinner became another. Coffee turned into drinks. Long conversations stretched well past midnight until one of you realized the restaurant was closing around you. More than once, you stayed so late at his place that he gently insisted you shouldnât be driving home exhausted, pointing out the way you yawned every few minutes or caught yourself rubbing at your tired eyes. Every time, he offered you the bed without hesitation while he claimed the couch for himself, brushing off your protests with that easy grin of his as though there had never been another option. He never made you feel cornered. Never made you feel like there were expectations waiting behind his kindness. Instead, he somehow managed to make his home feel like the safest place you could have ended up.
And it was because there was never any pressure that things slowly progressed on their own. One night, a lingering hug became a lingering touch. Another, a kiss that should have been taboo stretched into anotherâŚAnd anotherâŚUntil the two of you found yourselves tangled together across his bed, laughing between stolen breaths as clothes disappeared one piece at a time. There were nights spent kissing until your lips tingled, rolling lazily across tangled sheets with flushed cheeks and racing hearts, stopping only when you were both too breathless to think straight. More than once, Valko eventually excused himself with an embarrassed laugh and disappeared into the shower to deal with the obvious consequences of spending hours wrapped around you, returning later with damp hair, pink ears, and the worldâs most innocent smile, as though neither of you needed to acknowledge what heâd have to do.
No matter how many times you mentally scolded yourself for letting things get this far, for allowing yourself to become so hopelessly tangled up with him, you couldnât deny the truth. Every step had been your choice. You wanted to be there. You wanted him. And honestlyâŚWith the way he looked at you, laughed with you, and made you feel so effortlessly safe, how could you not?
He was undeniably handsome. Not exactly your type; not on paper, anyway. If someone had described him to you before youâd met him, you probably wouldâve rolled your eyes and confidently insisted he wasnât the kind of man youâd ever fall for. Yet somehow, against all reason, it wasnât his looks that had chipped away at your defenses. It was everything underneath them. He was playful in a way that made it impossible to stay irritated with him for long. Affectionate without ever seeming embarrassed by it. Brave enough to throw himself into danger without hesitation, yet emotionally open enough to wear his heart so plainly that you never had to wonder how he felt. He was endlessly adventurous, always finding some new place to drag you or some ridiculous idea he wanted to share, and although his hopeless forgetfulness and spectacularly awkward attempts at being smooth made you question how someone so brilliant could also be such a clumsy, cocky dumbass, you couldnât deny the mind hiding beneath all that lovable chaos. The more time you spent with him, the harder it became to remember what life had felt like before heâd barged into it with that stupid grin and impossible amount of enthusiasm.
It was honestly becoming embarrassing just how much he was growing on you. And ever since the line between friendship and something far more intimate had quietly disappearedâŚWell, things had only become more complicated. Sharing a kiss had somehow turned into craving each other. Innocent touches lingered longer than they used to. Every goodbye made you impatient for the next excuse to see him again, and every night spent apart left you missing the warmth of his strong hugs, the sound of his laugh, and the way he always found some reason to brush against you whenever you were in the same room. You found yourself wanting more of his time, more of his attention, more of those quiet moments where it felt like the rest of the world simply stopped existing whenever the two of you were together. It was becoming dangerously easy to imagine keeping him all to yourself for just a little while longer every time you met.
Tonight was no different. It was Friday night, and after a long, exhausting work week, the two of you had spent the last several days quietly counting down until you could see each other again. Officially, tonightâs meeting was about business. There was information to exchange, reports to discuss, and work that needed to be done. That was the excuse either of you would have given anyone who asked.
Neither of you believed it anymore. Somewhere along the way, âbusinessâ had become little more than the reason you used to justify seeing each other. The work would get done, of course, it always did, but afterward came the part you were both secretly looking forward to. Dinner. Conversation that drifted far away from work. Hours spent laughing over nothing at all. The quiet comfort of simply existing in each otherâs company. Without ever saying it aloud, the two of you had reached the same understanding. It wasnât just business anymore. It was pleasure.
The private driver Valko had insisted on ordering for you pulled smoothly to the curb beneath the glowing entrance of the high-rise. You thanked the driver before stepping carefully onto the pavement, instinctively smoothing your palms down the sides of the fitted little black dress hugging your figure. The hem rode just high enough that you gave it a subtle tug, making certain it covered your ass before straightening to your full height in your heels.
You already knew exactly what was going to happen. The moment Valko saw you, heâd stare. Heâd try, and fail miserably, not to. His golden eyes would shamelessly drag over every inch of you before that fanged grin spread across his face, followed immediately by some unbearably cocky compliment that would earn him an eye roll and an insult in return. You would deny, with complete confidence, that youâd picked this dress because of him. He wouldnât believe you for a second. Neither, if you were being honest, would you.
The worst part wasâŚYou already knew exactly how the rest of the night was going to unfold. He would spend the entire evening looking at you like that, his golden eyes shamelessly drinking you in every chance they got, finding excuses to brush your hand, your waist, the small of your back whenever no one important was watching. A few glasses of expensive liquor would leave both of you pleasantly tipsy, your conversations dissolving into laughter and flirtation until âbusinessâ quietly disappeared somewhere in the background.
Before long, youâd end up back at his place beneath the convenient excuse that it was too late to drive, tangled together across his bed again with more than half your clothes discarded somewhere onto the floor. Youâd both be flushed, breathless, and hopelessly worked up from hours of kissing, your lips swollen as his wandering hands searched for every inch of you they could find. More often than not, heâd end up with his face buried shamelessly into your bare breasts, cheeks burning with heat while he looked up at you with those impossibly golden eyes, asking, no, begging, for just a little more of you than you were ready to give him. And every single time, youâd find yourself giggling at how pathetically eager Valko became whenever he wanted something badly enough, teasing him mercilessly while secretly finding the sight so unbelievably endearing that it only made you want him more.
Drawing a steadying breath, you stepped toward the entrance where one of Valkoâs waiting bodyguards greeted you politely by name. He offered his arm with practiced professionalism, and you accepted it without hesitation. Like all of Valkoâs men, he wore one of the sleek metal wolf masks that concealed most of his face from public view, leaving only his eyes and hair visible beneath the polished silver.
He escorted you inside. The atmosphere changed almost immediately. The first floor opened into an impossibly lavish bar, every surface gleaming beneath warm amber lighting that danced across mirrored walls and polished glass. Crystal fixtures sparkled overhead while low music drifted effortlessly through the room, blending with the constant hum of expensive conversations. Business executives laughed over whiskey in tailored suits, elegantly dressed escorts moved gracefully through the crowd, and every guest carried themselves with the effortless confidence of people accustomed to luxury.
Your heels clicked softly across the marble floor as your escort guided you through the crowd toward the private elevators. The doors slid open almost silently, and moments later the two of you were ascending through the tower, floor after floor disappearing beneath your feet until the elevator finally came to a stop at the very top.
The hallway waiting beyond couldnât have felt more different from the lively bar below. It was quieter. More intimate. Warm, dim lighting spilled across dark wood floors, casting a romantic glow along the corridor lined with private dining rooms. As you followed your escort deeper inside, muffled conversations drifted through the closed doors alongside bursts of laughter and the distant melody of live music. A server passed by carrying an ornate silver tray balanced effortlessly in one hand, crystal wine glasses shimmering beneath the lights as deep ruby liquid swayed gently inside them.
Then another scent reached you. Rich. Smoky. Savory. Your stomach answered before your brain did. Barbecue. The mouthwatering aroma of slow-cooked meat escaped from beneath one of the dining room doors, mingling with the scent of expensive wine and polished cedar until the entire floor smelled decadently indulgent. You couldnât help smiling to yourself. God. Trust Valko to choose somewhere this ridiculously lavish.
You finally reached the private room the redhead had reserved exclusively for the two of you. The bodyguard who had escorted you this far stepped aside without a word, taking up his post near the door while you stood there alone for a brief moment. You drew in one last deep breath, smoothing your palms down the front of your dress again even though youâd already done it twice on the way here. Your fingers swept lightly through your hair, making sure nothing had fallen out of place before you straightened your shoulders and silently coached yourself into looking composed. Calm. Collected. Confident. Not like the bundle of anxious anticipation twisting itself tighter with every passing second.
God, you already wanted a drink. Maybe two. Maybe three. Anything that would settle the ridiculous fluttering in your stomach every time you knew you were about to see him. You wanted to walk into this room looking relaxed, unaffected, completely in control of yourself instead of looking like someone whoâd spent the entire ride over wondering what his face was going to look like when he saw you.
You knocked. Almost immediately, the handle turned. The door swung open. And just like every single timeâŚThe nerves hit you all over again. He was somehow always bigger than you remembered. No matter how many times you saw him, your brain never seemed capable of preparing itself for the sheer size of the man standing in front of you. He filled the doorway almost completely, broad shoulders stretching comfortably across the frame while his height forced your eyes upward farther than they always expected. His reading glasses rested neatly across the crooked bridge of his nose, softening his chiseled features in a way that was almost unfair.
Then he saw you. The pleasant smile heâd been wearing immediately grew brighter. His golden eyes lifted to meet yours for only a heartbeat before shamelessly wandering downward, taking in your dress with absolutely no attempt whatsoever to hide his admiration. You watched the appreciation spread across his face in real time, his sculpted cheeks dimpling as the corners of his mouth curled higher and higher.
Then you noticed something behind him. OhâŚGod. His tail. The enormous auburn thing had already betrayed him. The giant, fluffy tail sweeping lazily behind him suddenly began wagging with unmistakable enthusiasm, thumping happily against the floor the longer he looked at you. He hadnât even said a word yet, and his body had already confessed exactly how excited he was to see you. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much.
âOh, manâŚâ He breathed, looking you over with absolutely shameless admiration before meeting your eyes again. The grin on his face was impossible to miss, âI donât remember making an order of rabbit tonightâŚBut I am pretty hungry.â
You rolled your eyes so hard they almost hurt, âoh, shut up!â
Your palm landed squarely against the broad expanse of his chest with a solid smack, but it barely moved him. It only earned you the rich, unrestrained laugh you had expected, the sound rumbling warmly from somewhere deep inside that ridiculously massive body of his. You immediately fought to keep your expression neutral, pressing your lips together as firmly as you could to stop the smile threatening to betray you. It was hopeless. You could already feel the warmth blooming across your cheeks, creeping down the back of your neck and settling in your chest. Even worse, you felt that familiar flutter beginning low in your stomach, a nervous little spark that spread embarrassingly lower until it settled between your thighs. God, you hadnât even been in the room for ten seconds.
âYouâre such a dork,â you muttered under your breath as you slipped past him before he could see just how affected you already were.
Eager to regain at least a shred of composure, you stepped into the private dining room and tossed your small purse onto the large black leather couch tucked against one wall. Only then did you finally take in the room properly. The centerpiece was an enormous low table already prepared for the two of you, covered with neatly arranged platters of uncooked ingredients waiting to be grilled. Thick cuts of steak sat beside beautifully marbled wagyu and brisket, while trays of vegetables, crisp salads, sweet corn, bowls of steaming rice, cheeses, and every imaginable accompaniment filled the rest of the table. The rich aroma of charcoal and seasoned meat already lingered in the air from the waiting grill, and your stomach answered immediately, your mouth watering at the sight.
You barely managed to take another step toward the table before a familiar warmth wrapped itself around your waist. His hand. Large enough to span nearly the width of your side, it settled confidently against you before gently drawing you backward. In one smooth motion, Valko turned you to face him again, effortlessly interrupting your escape.
âJeez,â he teased, his voice warm with amusement, âwhatâs the rush?â
His eyes wandered over you with absolutely no shame whatsoever. They lingered in your hair for a moment before dropping to your face, tracing every feature as though committing it to memory. Then they continued lower, gliding over the neckline of your dress, your breasts, your waist, your hips, and back up again before he gave you the smallest, most appreciative smile. His hand remained secure around your waist as he slowly guided you into standing directly in front of him again, his touch gentle despite the possessive ease with which he held you.
âCâmere,â he murmured, âI wanna see what you put onâŚâ
You quietly thanked every higher power that he had stopped himself there. He didnât add âfor meâ. The smug bastard must have learned from the number of times youâd smacked him for saying things like that, because he wisely kept the rest of the sentence to himself. You were already halfway tempted to hit him again anyway, but instead he was rewarded with exactly what heâd been hoping for.
With an exaggerated sigh, you let him have his moment. His grin widened. His hand slid carefully along your waist as he guided you into a slow turn, letting you rotate in front of him while he admired the dress from every angle. You did your best to look completely unbothered, lifting your chin as though you were merely humoring his ridiculous request, but the intensity of his attention made it nearly impossible to ignore the heat steadily climbing back into your face. By the time you halfway completed the turn, you could practically feel his gaze settle on your ass. It lingered there. Of course it did. A quiet, reverent breath escaped him before he spoke so softly it was almost more to himself than to you.
âChristâŚâ He whispered, his voice full of genuine admiration, âyouâre something else, Y/nâŚâ
Just as you realized the door before you was still hanging halfway open, Valko completed the slow turn heâd guided you through, bringing you back around to face him. And thenâŚOh, fuck. Without warning, he lifted your wrist high above your head with gentleness while his other hand settled securely against the curve of your hip. Before you could even think about what he was doing, he stepped into your space, closing the distance between you so naturally that your body instinctively gave way. You took one step backward. Then another.
His height seemed to swallow the room the closer he came, broad shoulders eclipsing the warm light overhead until your gaze was filled with nothing but him. He crowded your space without ever feeling forceful, his warmth surrounding you as he continued guiding you back with slow, patient confidence. A second later, your back met the solid wood of the door with a quiet thud. Click. The door gently swung shut behind you.
His large hand followed your raised arm, settling against the wood above your head as he loosely held your wrist there, not trapping you so much as giving you nowhere else to think about looking besides him. The cool surface of the door pressed against your back while the heat radiating from his body seeped through the thin fabric of your dress, the contrast making your skin prickle. He was so close. Close enough that the front of his body barely brushed yours with every slow breath the two of you shared. Close enough that you could smell the clean cedar and spice lingering on his skin beneath whatever cologne heâd worn. Close enough that all you could see when you looked up were those impossibly golden eyes staring back down at you through the lenses of his reading glasses.
Your breath caught before you could stop it. Your eyes widened. Heat flooded into your cheeks so quickly they almost burned, and your knees threatened to betray you beneath the weight of your own nerves. Your heart pounded so hard against your ribs that you wondered if it might actually leap straight out of your chest. God damn it. He could hear every beat of it. With senses as sharp as his, there wasnât a chance you could hide what was happening to you. He could hear your pulse racing, feel the tiny hitch in your breathing, even smell the adrenaline blooming beneath your skin from being this impossibly close to him. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. Then, just when you were convinced he was about to say something unbearably smug, a soft laugh escaped him instead.
âWoops,â he chuckled, the sound warm enough that you felt it more than heard it, âalmost forgot to close the door there for a sec.â
The teasing smile never left his face. His gaze wandered over you once more with slow, unmistakable admiration before drifting toward the doorknob just beside you. His hand slipped away from your hip, brushing lightly across your side as it reached past you. You heard the quiet metallic click. Heâd locked the door.
âNot that we need any interruptionsâŚâ He murmured more to himself than to you, his gaze lifting from the lock to settle on your eyes again. The teasing amusement never quite left his face, though it softened into something slower, warmer, almost dangerous as he studied you from only inches away, âyâknowâŚI was just kidding about eating ya.â
His hand drifted lazily from the curve of your hip until it settled against the small of your back, his broad palm spanning almost the entire width of your waist. Before you had the chance to respond, he suddenly pulled you forward, closing what little space remained between the two of you. The movement stole a tiny gasp from your lungs as your body met the firm warmth of his, his lower body pressing into you while the solid door at your back left nowhere else to retreat. Instinctively, your free hand flew to his chest, your palm flattening against the hard muscle beneath his crisp dress shirt. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your fingertips as he lowered his face toward yours until his lips hovered beside your ear. At the same time, he released your wrist, his fingers gliding gently through your hair instead, gathering it behind your shoulder before burying his hand at the back of your head with a tenderness that only made your pulse race harder.
âUnlessâŚâ The single word was almost swallowed by the warmth of his breath as it drifted across the shell of your ear, sending a pleasant shiver crawling down the back of your neck.
You could practically hear the smirk lingering over his lips before he nestled his face into your hair, breathing you in with slow, indulgent satisfaction. Then you felt the delicate scrape of sharp teeth as they found your earlobe, catching it in the gentlest teasing pull imaginable. It wasnât enough to hurt; just enough to make your breath threaten to betray you. God. You heard him swallow. NoâŚYou felt it. The subtle movement vibrated against you, and somehow that tiny sound was enough to remind you exactly what he was. A hungry bastard. A hopelessly hungry, shamelessly horny wolf of a man who looked at you like he was trying to decide whether affection or appetite would win first.
âIâd kill for a taste of ya,â he admitted quietly, the words muffled against your hair.
Every instinct screamed at you to melt. To let the warmth in his voice, the closeness, the intoxicating scent of him, and the gentle pull of those teeth chip away at your resolve until you gave him exactly what he wanted.
Absolutely not. Over your dead body were you about to let this giant goof believe his pathetic attempts at being smooth had actually worked.
Your fingers shot up and wrapped around his neatly knotted tie. With one firm tug, you yanked him forward until his face was directly in front of yours again, forcing him to meet your eyes. His head dipped obediently with the pull, and the reaction that flashed across his face made your stomach flutter all over again. His eyes practically lit up, pupils widening with unmistakable excitement. There it was; that rush he never seemed capable of hiding whenever you handled him fearlessly. He wasnât offended by your confidence. If anything, it thrilled him. The corners of his mouth twitched upward into the beginnings of another grin, and you could already tell he was enjoying this far more than he had any right to.
âIn your dreams,â you scoffed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing just how flustered heâd actually made you.
Holding his tie firmly in your fist, you arched a brow and tilted your chin just enough to remind him exactly who was making who lean in.
âSoâŚâ Your lips curled into the faintest teasing smile, âare we gonna discuss those experimentation archivesâŚOr are you just gonna pathetically beg to eat me out?â
ThenâŚHe smiled. Not sheepishly. Not apologetically. He smiled with the kind of shameless confidence that somehow only made him more impossible to deal with. Without a hint of embarrassment, he gently released you and took a small step back, the warmth of his body disappearing just enough for you to breathe again. You barely had a second to gather yourself before he did something that sent your entire train of thought crashing off a cliff. He calmly lowered himself onto one knee. Then the other. Right there. Right in front of you.
Your heart nearly stopped. This enormous, intimidating man, the chairman of EonCore Tech, the head of an entire werewolf clan, a man who commanded the respect of everyone around him without even trying, had absolutely no hesitation whatsoever about kneeling before you because of one sarcastic comment. There wasnât the slightest trace of pride wounded in his expression. No reluctance. No self-consciousness. If anything, he looked perfectly at ease, smiling up at you as though this was the most natural thing in the world. GodâŚHe fucking liked it. He liked being teased. He liked being bossed around. He liked seeing you flustered. Some sick part of him was probably enjoying the fact that your brain had just completely shut down.
âValkoâŚâ You managed through gritted teeth, your voice sounding far less composed than youâd intended.
Your thighs squeezed together before you even realized youâd done it. He noticed. Of course he noticed.
âI can do both,â he replied with an easy shrug, looking up at you with those bright eyes full of unmistakable excitement. His grin only widened as he watched you struggle to recover your composure, completely delighted by how thoroughly heâd unraveled you, âpretty please?â
The sheer absurdity of the situation finally caught up to you.
A laugh escaped before you could stop it, âoh, no.â
You leaned forward and caught his tie in your fist again, giving it a firm tug that drew him just a little closer.
âNo,â you repeated through your laughter, âcome on, get back up. I was joking.â
Without the slightest complaint, he obeyed immediately. He rose smoothly to his feet, following the pull on his tie until he was standing in front of you once again, his broad frame swallowing your view as he resumed towering comfortably over you. The corners of his mouth still twitched with poorly concealed amusement.
âI wasnât,â he admitted with complete sincerity, sounding almost disappointed that the opportunity had passed him by. Then he chuckled softly and lifted both hands in surrender, âbut alright, alright. We can talk business over some food and drinks.â
His smile softened.
âI brought your favorite wine, tooâŚâ He added, his voice warming with unmistakable affection, ââŚIf youâll join me.â
Something in your chest melted despite your best efforts to stop it. You looked up into those ridiculously earnest eyes and found yourself smiling before you could think better of it. Relief washed through you now that he was standing again, though another part of you still wanted to smack that stupidly handsome face for nearly giving you a heart attack with his shameless antics. You folded your arms across your chest in a last-ditch effort to recover what little dignity you still had.
âWonderful,â the tiny smile tugging at the corners of your mouth completely ruined the effect.
With that settled, Valko took your hand as though it belonged there and led you over to the large leather couch before the table and built-in grill. He waited until you sat before lowering himself beside you, and the entire cushion dipped dramatically beneath his weight. You tried to brace yourself, but it was hopeless. The leather sank just enough that your body slid straight toward him until your shoulder brushed warmly against his chest. Of course it did. It happened every single time you sat beside him, and judging by the satisfied little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, it happened exactly the way he liked it.
Without saying a word, he shrugged his suit jacket from his broad shoulders and draped it neatly over the arm of the couch before undoing the cuffs of his dress shirt. His fingers worked deftly at each button until he rolled the sleeves back to his elbows, exposing powerful forearms that shifted beneath warm, sun-tanned skin every time he moved. He reached over and switched on the grill, the quiet hiss of the flames coming to life filling the room as gentle heat slowly began to spread through the private dining suite, below the above vent. While it warmed, he uncorked the bottle of wine with practiced ease, poured two generous glasses of deep ruby cabernet, and handed one to you before lifting his own with a warm smile.
âCheers,â he said, lightly tapping the rim of his glass against yours.
You practically gulped your first sip, the familiar bitterness washing over your tongue before settling into a pleasant warmth that spread slowly through your chest. A quiet breath escaped you before you even realized you were holding it. The truth was, you couldnât resist Valko anymore, and that realization had become harder to deny with every passing week. You hated how much you wanted him. Hated how naturally your eyes searched for him whenever he walked into a room. Hated how attractive he became the more you got to know him, because it had nothing to do with the expensive suits, the prestigious title, the lab coat, or even the dangerous mystique of being a werewolf.
It was the man underneath all of it that had slowly worked his way beneath your skin. It was the way he laughed without restraint, the way he wore every emotion openly instead of hiding behind pride, the way he made you feel safe without ever making you feel trapped, and the way he somehow balanced being a brilliant man with being the biggest, cockiest, most forgetful dork youâd ever met. Somewhere along the way, youâd stopped looking at Valko as the chairman of EonCore Tech and started looking at him as simplyâŚValko.
That was the dangerous part, because you werenât supposed to like him for who he was. You definitely werenât supposed to find yourself wanting more of him every time you said goodbye, yet the more time the two of you spent together, the deeper the connection became. Every dinner lasted longer than the last, every lingering glance carried more weight, and every touch seemed to leave your skin craving another until the chemistry between you had become almost impossible to ignore. It felt as though both of you were quietly reaching the same inevitable destination, each meeting making it harder to keep your hands off one another.
So far, youâd always managed to stop before crossing the line. You had let him kiss you until your lips were swollen and tingling, let him hold you against his broad chest until you could barely remember why you were supposed to keep your distance, and even let those huge hands wander over your body until they rested over the thin fabric of your soaked thong. Every single time, your heart would begin hammering so violently that youâd catch his wrists with a breathless laugh and make him stop before either of you could lose yourselves completely.
That boundary had survived every stolen night the two of you had shared, but lately you couldnât shake the feeling that it wasnât going to survive much longer. Youâd promised yourself after your first kiss that it would never happen again. Then youâd sworn youâd never spend the night at his place. After that, youâd insisted youâd never end up with that giant hunk of a dork half naked on top of you in his bed, flushed, breathless, and shamelessly begging to bury his face between your thighs. Looking back now, you couldnât help smiling into your wine, because every one of those promises had been a lie you told yourself in a desperate attempt to slow down something that had been inevitable from the very beginning.
And if that wasnât bad enough, you were beginning to realize it wasnât only desire growing inside you anymore. It was curiosity. The longer the two of you danced around that invisible line you kept drawing between yourselves, the more intensely you found yourself wondering what waited on the other side of it. Every time you watched him smile across a dimly lit room, every time laughter pulled at the corners of his mouth and those unmistakable canines caught the warm light, your mind betrayed you in ways you never wouldâve admitted out loud. You found yourself staring at his lips far longer than was appropriate, wondering what they would feel like if they werenât kissing you, but worshipping your pussy instead. The thought alone was enough to make heat settle low in your stomach, a dangerous warmth that had become increasingly difficult to ignore.
GodâŚYouâd caught yourself thinking about it more than once. Late at night, lying alone beneath your blankets after another evening spent with him, youâd find one hand slipping beneath the sheets almost absentmindedly, your thighs spreading as your imagination wandered somewhere you stubbornly insisted it never would. You pictured those same teasing lips between your legs, pictured the way heâd undoubtedly look up at you through those bright golden eyes while shamelessly indulging himself, imagined the slow drag of his tongue, the hungry enthusiasm that seemed woven into every instinct he possessed, and the embarrassing thought of him practically drooling over the chance to taste you.
Every fantasy left you breathless, your fingers moving with increasing desperation as your body responded far more eagerly than your pride ever wanted to admit. The image of Valko alone was enough to unravel you completely, and every time your imagination lingered there, your orgasms crashed over you with an intensity that left you lying in stunned silence afterward, cheeks burning as you cursed yourself for becoming so hopelessly affected by one impossibly handsome, hopelessly affectionate werewolf.
It was mortifying. You would never tell him. As far as Valko knew, he was the only one suffering from an embarrassingly overactive imagination. He never seemed ashamed of it, either. If anything, he wore his desires as openly as every other emotion he had, making absolutely no effort to hide how badly he wanted to make you fall apart beneath him. Heâd confessed more than once that he fantasized about making you cum, about earning the privilege of hearing you shout his name without restraint, about leaving you so overwhelmed with pleasure that youâd finish against his mouth while your trembling thighs squeezed around his head. He spoke about it with the same shameless sincerity he brought to everything else, openly wondering what you would taste like, what youâd sound like when you finally stopped holding yourself back, and every time he admitted those thoughts with that hopelessly earnest smile, you pretended to roll your eyes while secretly wondering whether your own fantasies were really any less carnal than his.
God damn it. You took another generous sip of your wine, hoping the warmth spreading through your chest would drown out the entirely different heat pooling low in your body. It didnât. If anything, the thoughts youâd been trying so hard to suppress only lingered longer, making the space between your thighs ache with a frustrating awareness that seemed impossible to ignore. The alcohol certainly wasnât helping that particular problem, but it was helping somewhere else. Little by little, it loosened the knot of nervous tension that always settled in your chest whenever you were around him, softening your guard just enough that you stopped overthinking every glance, every touch, every heartbeat that seemed to race the moment he looked your way.
Without really thinking about it, you let him slip an arm comfortably around your waist. His embrace was warm, easy, and so familiar now that your body instinctively melted into it, fitting naturally against the broad wall of muscle at his side while he lazily swirled the deep red wine around his glass with his free hand. Across from you, the first cuts of meat had begun to hiss and sizzle on the hot grill, releasing a rich, mouthwatering aroma that quickly filled the private dining room. Thin ribbons of smoke curled upward toward the vent overhead, disappearing almost as quickly as they formed while the comforting crackle of cooking food settled into the background alongside the quiet clink of crystal and the soft hum of the room around you.
You let yourself sink against Valko a little more. The warmth radiating from his body seeped pleasantly through the thin fabric of your dress, chasing away the lingering chill from outside. His cologne lingered around him in soft, woodsy notes, mingling with the faint scent of charcoal and grilled steak until every slow breath seemed to carry a little more of him with it. Your free hand came to rest almost absentmindedly atop his broad thigh, the solid heat beneath your fingertips grounding you far more effectively than the wine ever could. His large hand gave your hip an absentminded squeeze, thumb brushing slow circles through the fabric of your dress as he glanced down at you with the easy attentiveness that seemed so natural to him.
âYou want any music? TV? Anything?â He asked warmly, âthe lights okay for ya?â
A quiet laugh escaped through your nose before you could stop it. You tipped your head back just enough to meet his eyes, smiling despite yourself.
âIâm okayâŚâ You answered softly, âyou can put music on in the background if you want. I donât mind.â
You took another sip of your wine before leaning toward him with the faintest mischievous smile tugging at your lips.
âAs long as you donât let it distract you from your ADHD info-dumping about your latest analysis,â you teased, bumping your shoulder lightly against his chest, âIâm okay.â
âI donât info-dump!â He protested, letting out a hearty laugh despite the mock offense knitting his thick brows together. He took another generous gulp of wine before leaning forward to set his glass on the table, grabbing the metal tongs to flip the sizzling slices of meat one by one. Rich juices hissed against the hot grill, releasing another wave of smoky aroma that filled the room, âyouâre a liar.â
You leaned in beside him, watching the meat cook together. Swirling your wine lazily, you caught his gaze out of the corner of your eye, unable to resist the grin spreading across your face.
âYou literally went off on a tangent about protocore properties and alignments at one in the morning the last time I slept over, you nerd,â you reminded him, âdid you already forget about that?â
You watched the memory hit him in real time. His eyes widened so dramatically it was almost cartoonish, and his entire body froze with the tongs suspended awkwardly over the grill. His mouth fell open just a fraction while his expression shifted from confusion to dawning realization, and you couldnât stop yourself from laughing. You nearly choked on another sip of wine as you watched the embarrassment spread across his handsome face one painfully slow second at a time.
âValkoooâŚâ You sang sweetly, unable to resist teasing him while he remained frozen in place.
Your fingertips wandered absentmindedly down his broad forearm, tracing the path of a prominent vein beneath his warm skin before continuing toward his wrist. The contact made his muscles twitch beneath your touch, but he was still so caught up in his own embarrassment that he barely seemed to notice. You glanced toward the grill, where the meat had begun to brown a little more than intended, and gently nudged his arm with your fingers.
âArenât you forgetting something already?â You cooed.
His head snapped toward you. Then toward the grill. Then back to you again.
ââŚHuh?â He blinked, âoh, GodâŚWhat?â
The look of genuine panic on his face sent another fit of laughter bubbling out of your chest. He looked so earnestly worried that heâd somehow ruined the evening, and it was so hopelessly adorable that you couldnât help yourself. Reaching up, you flicked him squarely in the forehead.
âOw!â He recoiled with a dramatic wince, immediately covering the offended spot with one hand while shooting you the most betrayed frown imaginable.
You only laughed harder, âthe music, silly.â
He blinked.
ââŚOh.â
A beat passed. Then it finally clicked.
âRight.â
His shoulders slumped as he shook his head at himself, a quiet, self-deprecating sigh escaping him while he reached for the remote.
âDuh.â
You smiled into your wine, watching him laugh at his own forgetfulness as soft music gradually filled the room. There were no lyrics to compete with conversation, just a mellow melody drifting comfortably through the private dining suite, blending with the gentle crackle of the grill and the occasional hiss of rendered fat meeting hot metal. While you were still quietly giggling to yourself, Valko picked up a pair of metal chopsticks and selected one beautifully seared slice of steak. He blew across it a couple of times to cool it before turning back toward you with the unmistakable look of someone about to interrupt your teasing.
âHeyâ!â
Before you could finish, he gently pressed the warm slice of meat against your lips. Your protest dissolved into an amused hum as you accepted the bite, letting him feed you while he wore the most ridiculously satisfied smile on his face. The meat practically melted the moment you bit into it, impossibly tender and rich with buttery flavor, and you chewed slowly while looking up at him over the rim of your wine glass.
He was still smiling. Still just a little pink around the ears from embarrassing himself. GodâŚThat was your favorite part of him. Not the fancy suits and half-shrugged lab coats. Not the confidence. Not the chairman of EonCore everyone else admired. It was the hopelessly clumsy man hiding underneath all of that. The one who forgot what he was doing halfway through cooking dinner, who accidentally rambled to you about scientific theories at one in the morning without realizing it, who tried so hard to be smooth only to trip over his own enthusiasm every single time. Somehow, that awkward sincerity made him even more attractive than the polished image he presented to the rest of the world. Deep downâŚThe biggest dork youâd ever met was also, somehow, one of the sexiest men youâd ever known.
âGood?â He asked, smiling expectantly as he watched your reaction far more closely than he watched the food still cooking on the grill.
You didnât even answer right away. The moment the steak touched your tongue, it practically dissolved into buttery tenderness, rich enough that your eyes fluttered shut on instinct before rolling back with quiet satisfaction. A pleased hum escaped you as you covered your mouth politely while you finished chewing, unwilling to waste a single bite by speaking too soon.
âAmazing,â you finally managed, smiling behind your hand.
The pride that spread across Valkoâs face made it seem as though heâd personally raised the cow.
âThere it is,â he laughed, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he reached back toward the grill, âknew youâd like it.â
The evening slipped by with surprising ease after that. Between bites of perfectly grilled meat and slow sips of expensive wine, the two of you gradually settled into the comfortable rhythm your meetings had begun to develop over the past several weeks. Once the food was spread across the table, Valko reached for the remote again and pulled a PowerPoint presentation onto the television, casually transitioning into the reason you were supposedly there in the first place. Colorful slides replaced the soft ambience on the screen as he walked you through his latest findings, occasionally gesturing with his chopsticks whenever a particular graph or photograph caught his attention.
It wasnât anything especially demanding. There were no complicated equations to solve, no endless technical lectures, and certainly nothing dry enough to make either of you regret opening the presentation in the first place. It was simply information; valuable intelligence heâd already planned on emailing to you later anyway, the kind you could always revisit on your work computer next week with a fresh mind and another cup of coffee. Tonight wasnât really about burying yourselves in work.
It hadnât been for quite some time. Somewhere along the way, these meetings had quietly transformed into something else entirely. Business had simply become the excuse. The real reason either of you looked forward to Friday nights had very little to do with reports or research anymore. It was the excuse to share a meal together. To open another bottle of wine. To steal a few uninterrupted hours away from the rest of the world where the two of you could simply exist in each otherâs company without anyone asking questions.
By the time the last slide disappeared from the television, neither of you had much to say about the research anymore. Valko clicked the screen dark, tossed the remote carelessly onto the couch beside him, and leaned back with an easy sigh as he pocketed his reading glasses away. The room immediately felt different. Without the presentation demanding your attention, conversation wandered wherever it pleased. Business gave way to stories neither of you had remembered until that moment. One joke led to another, then another, until you were both interrupting each other with laughter more often than actual sentences. He teased you whenever you rolled your eyes at one of his terrible puns. You mocked him every time he forgot what he was saying halfway through a story. Somewhere between another refill of wine and the last few pieces of steak, wagyu, and brisket disappearing from the grill, the evening became exactly what the two of you had quietly hoped it would be from the very beginning. Less business. More banter. More laughter.
Eventually, the wine began doing exactly what youâd wanted it to do. The lingering edge of nervousness that always seemed to follow you around Valko had long since dissolved beneath its pleasant warmth, leaving you comfortably relaxed, pleasantly buzzed, and laughing far more easily than you normally would. Every joke seemed funnier, every teasing remark earned another giggle, and every accidental brush against him felt just a little more difficult to pretend hadnât affected you. By that point, you had become exactly what a couple glasses of cabernet always turned you into around him: a warm, giggling mess who had stopped overthinking every little thing.
When both of your glasses began running low, you reached across him toward the bottle resting closer to his side of the table. As you leaned forward, your dress stretched gently over your ass, and you became painfully aware of every movement you were making. You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew the subtle arch settling into your spine wasnât entirely accidental, just as you knew it pushed your hips back in a way that made the fitted fabric hug every curve. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, some mischievous part of you wanted to see if heâd notice.
Of course he noticed. You didnât even have to look at him to know where his eyes had gone. From the corner of your vision, you could see him lounging comfortably against the couch, one arm draped lazily along the backrest while his knees remained spread in relaxed ease. He made absolutely no effort to disguise the slow, appreciative way his gaze followed you, and somehow that only made your cheeks grow warmer. The silence lingered just long enough for you to become acutely aware of him behind you before you felt it. His hand.
It moved unhurriedly, almost absentmindedly, until his fingertips found the open back of your dress. They settled against the bare skin exposed there before slowly tracing the elegant slope of your spine with featherlight pressure. The touch was so gentle it barely qualified as a caress, yet it sent a pleasant shiver rolling through you all the same. His fingertips drifted lower by only an inch before lazily retracing their path, savoring the simple contact while a quiet, thoroughly appreciative hum escaped somewhere deep in his chest. You bit back the smile threatening to spread across your face. GodâŚHe was so unbelievably easy to read.
âYou might as well justâŚâ He began, a knowing grin already spreading across his face before you had the chance to ask what he meant.
Then, without another word, his huge hands settled around your waist. They engulfed your sides so completely it almost startled you, and before you could protest, he effortlessly lifted you clean off the couch as though you weighed next to nothing. A surprised little gasp escaped you as he guided you backward and settled you sideways across one of his broad thighs. He gave you a gentle bounce to seat you comfortably over his knee, the movement so effortless that it only reminded you all over again just how absurdly strong he really was.
âThere,â he said with a smile so smug you almost wanted to smack it off his face, âthatâs a whole lot better.â
His hands remained planted securely on your hips, supposedly to steady you while you reached for the wine. You knew better. The slow, indulgent squeeze he gave your hips wasnât about supporting you at all. It was about the view. His broad palms lingered there shamelessly, thumbs pressing appreciatively into your waist while his golden eyes wandered over you with absolutely no attempt to disguise what he was enjoying. The bastard looked downright delighted to have you perched across his lap like this.
You turned your head just enough to shoot him a glare over your shoulder before reaching for the bottle, âfucking pervertââ
The words caught in your throat when you felt him start bouncing his leg beneath you. A tiny gasp escaped before you could stop it. The lazy rhythm lifted you ever so slightly with every bounce, making your ass gently rise and fall against the solid muscle of his thigh while he leaned farther back into the couch, completely relaxed. He wasnât even pretending anymore. He simply sat there watching your ass bounce for him with the biggest, most satisfied grin on his face, looking as though this alone had made his entire evening.
âYou were saying?â He challenged, arching a thick brow as his canines caught the warm light of the private dining room.
His grin only widened when you refused to look back at him.
âI could be worse,â another playful bounce rolled through his leg beneath you, earning himself another tiny shift of your hips, âIâm just letting ya pour the drinks âcause you want more.â
His smile turned unmistakably wolfish.
âBut I could always be worse,â he winked.
âOh, yeah?â You reached for the bottle anyway, refusing to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging how much your pulse had quickened.
Carefully, you poured his glass first. The deep ruby wine flowed steadily into the crystal, and you knew perfectly well he wasnât stupid enough to jostle you while you were balancing an expensive bottle over both of your laps. Once his glass was full, you moved to your own without spilling a single drop.
âWhat would you do,â you asked, lifting your eyes toward him with a teasing challenge, âif I didnât have a full glass of wine in my hand right now, huh?â
His chuckle rumbled warmly beneath you, the vibration carrying straight through the powerful thigh supporting your weight.
âEasy,â he answered without missing a beat.
His fingers tightened ever so slightly over your hips.
âIâd just pull you all the way backâŚâ His grin grew even more shameless as his eyes held yours, completely unbothered by how brazen he sounded, âand bounce you on something else instead.â
Your breath caught so abruptly it almost hurt. Heat flooded your cheeks the instant his words registered, and by the time youâd finished pouring the first glass, your heart was already racing fast enough that you wondered if he could hear it over the quiet music. You turned back toward him, fully intending to throw another sarcastic remark his way, only for your eyes to follow the direction of his grin.
Then you realized exactly what heâd meant. OhâŚGod. There, nestled comfortably between the spread of his thick thighs as he lounged back against the couch, was the unmistakable outline of his crotch beneath the tailored fabric of his slacks. He wasnât even fully hard, not really, and somehow that only made it worse. Even completely relaxed, the heavy prominence resting there was impossible to ignore, especially with the way he sat so shamelessly open, looking thoroughly entertained by the realization slowly washing across your face. The bastard knew exactly where your eyes had gone. He watched you notice. Watched your expression betray you. And smiled.
The image settled into your mind far faster than you wanted it to, and before you could stop yourself, your imagination supplied the rest. The thought of him pulling you backward into his lap and bouncing you over his cock the way heâd just threatened sent a rush of heat roaring through your stomach. It spread downward so quickly it almost stole your breath, pooling low between your legs until you had to fight the urge to squeeze your thighs together. God damn it. You hated how vividly your mind pictured it. You hated even more how badly some reckless little part of you wanted to know what it would actually feel like.
âOh, you want to get smacked,â you scoffed, forcing every ounce of composure you could manage back into your voice as you reached for the bottle again and carefully began filling the second glass.
âFiiiineâŚâ He lifted both hands dramatically into the air in surrender, his grin never once wavering, âIâll behave, Iâll behave.â
He leaned back again with exaggerated innocence, though the amusement dancing in his golden eyes completely ruined the act.
âIâll just pretend youâre totally innocent and not teasing me beyond my witâs end right now,â he smirked.
âI didnât do shit!â You shot back, carefully lifting both glasses before extending one toward him.
He accepted it, his fingertips brushing lazily against yours as he took the crystal from your hand. Instead of answering immediately, he gave you the most profoundly unimpressed look youâd ever seen, one brow slowly rising while he took his sweet time looking you over.
âLook at how youâre sitting,â he said calmly, ânow, say that again.â
Your mouth opened. Then closedâŚOh. Right. Without even realizing it, youâd settled into exactly the posture heâd been admiring. Your spine was straight, your shoulders naturally drawn back, pushing your breasts forward beneath the fitted neckline of your dress, while the way you remained perched sideways over his thigh left your hips tilted just enough that your ass arched behind you. You hadnât done it consciouslyâŚOr at leastâŚYou werenât entirely sure you hadnât.
His eyes wandered over you with slow, shameless appreciation, lingering just long enough on every curve to make your pulse climb another notch before finally returning to your face. He lazily swirled the deep ruby wine around his glass, lifted it to his lips, and took an unhurried sip without ever once breaking eye contact, as though he were patiently waiting for you to explain yourself. Or confess. Or come up with some excuse he already knew you didnât have.
âAnd what youâre wearing,â he pointed out with a shameless smile, letting his eyes wander over you one more slow time before meeting yours again, ânot that I have any complaintsâŚâ
âYouâre lucky I have my hands full right now,â you gritted out through an unwilling smile, carefully balancing your glass as you tried your hardest not to laugh at him.
âNah,â he replied with an easy chuckle.
His arm slipped comfortably around your waist before you could protest, his broad hand spanning your side as he gently drew you closer. The movement was slow enough that you never felt rushed, only guided until your body settled naturally against the solid warmth of his. He shifted you with effortless care, helping you turn just enough that both of your legs came to rest comfortably across his lap. The couch dipped beneath the combined weight of you both, leaving you tucked securely against his broad chest exactly where he wanted you.
âIâm lucky I have my hands full,â he confessed softly.
The quiet sincerity in his voice stole the bite from your comeback. His arm remained warm against your waist while his thumb lazily stroked through the fabric of your dress. His hand settled comfortably beneath the outside of your thigh, naturally finding the gentle curve where your weight lifted your hip just enough from leaning into him. He wasnât squeezing this time. He simply held you there with an affectionate steadiness, as though he couldnât imagine sitting beside you without touching you somehow.
Then he leaned in. His nose brushed lightly beneath your jaw before he buried his face against the curve where your neck met your shoulder, breathing you in with an unmistakable sigh of contentment. His woodsy cologne surrounded you all over again, mixing with the lingering aroma of grilled wagyu and red wine until everything about the moment felt impossibly warm and comfortable. A soft kiss landed against your collarbone. It lingered for only a heartbeat before his lips curved into the smallest smile against your skin.
âIâm lucky youâre sitting here with me,â he murmured, his voice low enough that you felt the words vibrate against you.
Then, just because he couldnât help himself, his teeth caught your collarbone in the gentlest playful nip. You snorted before you could stop yourself.
âThere it is,â he laughed quietly against your skin.
You rolled your eyes, though the fond smile tugging at your lips ruined any attempt at looking annoyed.
âYouâre sweet,â you admitted at last, relenting as you lifted your glass toward his.
The corners of his eyes softened immediately. Neither of you said another word as your glasses met with a delicate clink. You drank together, the rich wine warming your tongue before slipping pleasantly down your throat, and when you settled back again, you found yourself relaxing even further against him. Your free arm drifted naturally around the back of his neck, fingers absently brushing through the hair at his nape while he welcomed you even closer without hesitation. His arm remained secure around your waist, his hand resting comfortably beneath the side of your ass lifted ever so slightly by the way you leaned into him, keeping you nestled against the broad warmth of his body as though there was nowhere else either of you would rather be.
âI missed you,â he confessed quietly, his voice softening in a way it only seemed to around you. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck again, his nose brushing gently against your skin as he breathed you in with a slow, contented inhale. It was such an unmistakably wolfish habit by now that you barely questioned it anymore. If anything, you found yourself relaxing beneath it, your shoulders loosening as he sighed happily against you, âyâknowâŚI couldâve just emailed you everything. I honestly just really wanted to see you.â
You knew that. Youâd known it before youâd even walked through the door. The reports had never really been the reason tonight existed.
âYou can see me, silly,â you admitted, the wine loosening your tongue just enough that the truth slipped out before your pride could stop it. You lifted your glass, and the two of you shared another slow sip together, the rich cabernet warming your chest as you settled even more comfortably against him, âit doesnât have to be business all the timeâŚâ
His smile grew immediately, âsoâŚâ
His golden eyes searched yours with unmistakable hope.
âYouâre saying youâd accept a date?â He almost sounded afraid to assume, âno business. No work talk. Just dinner and drinksâŚAnd no responsibilities?â
A quiet sigh escaped you. You couldnât even pretend to resist anymore.
âThat should be obvious by nowâŚâ You admit.
His entire face lit up.
âWhy didnât you just say so?!â He laughed, the sound bright enough to make you laugh under your breath with him, âdamn, and here I am making up a thousand excuses just to spend time with you. You shouldâve said so.â
âI thought itâd be clear as day, you giant dork,â you teased, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.
He shrugged, though there was an honesty in his expression that softened your smile.
âI dunnoâŚYou always act like you only wanna see me because of business,â he looked sheepishly into his wine for a moment before meeting your eyes again, âI figured all the other stuff was justâŚA nice little cherry on top. I didnât think youâd wanna see me just for the sake of seeing me.â
Hearing him say it out loud made something quietly shift inside you, because when you looked back over the last couple months, you couldnât honestly blame him for thinking that way. You had been guarded from the very beginning. Every time the two of you had taken a step closer, youâd instinctively rebuilt the walls youâd spent years hiding behind. You constantly reminded yourself that Valko had once been your enemy before circumstances forced the two of you onto the same side, and even after heâd become someone you trusted, you still treated your growing feelings like they were something dangerous to keep under control.
The problem was that those feelings had never stopped growing. Somewhere between exchanging intel, sharing dinners, laughing until restaurants closed around you, and spending long nights talking about everything and nothing, Valko had quietly become one of your favorite parts of the week. You found yourself looking forward to seeing him long before either of you had admitted your meetings had become excuses rather than obligations. His messages made you smile. His laugh lingered in your thoughts after you went home. Even the smallest moments, sharing a bottle of wine, listening to him ramble excitedly about something that fascinated him, watching him forget what he was saying halfway through a sentence, had become memories you carried with surprising fondness.
You also knew enough about his werewolf nature to understand what biology meant for someone like him. His instincts had recognized you long before either of you had acknowledged what was happening between you, and there was no denying that his bond with you ran deeper because of it. Yet the more time you spent together, the less you believed instinct was the whole story. The man holding you now wasnât making time for you because some ancient drive demanded it. He remembered your favorite wine because he paid attention. He invented excuses to see you because he genuinely enjoyed your company. He laughed at your teasing, listened when you spoke, and looked at you with a warmth that no instinct alone could ever explain.
His biology may have introduced you to each other, but it wasnât the reason he had fallen for you. Valko had fallen for your stubbornness, your wit, your compassion, your sharp tongue, your mind, and every wonderfully complicated part of who you were. He wanted you as a whole person, not as an obligation of instinct or fate. And somewhere along the way, without ever meaning to, you had fallen just as deeply for him.
âIâŚDo,â you found yourself admitting at last.
The words came out quieter than you intended. Your eyes drifted down into the deep red wine swirling gently in your glass as everything heâd just said settled inside you with startling clarity. You werenât fighting the truth anymore. You werenât trying to explain it away or hide behind work, circumstance, or duty. Somewhere along the way, the walls youâd spent so long building had quietly crumbled without you even noticing. You genuinely wanted to see him. Not because there was a report to exchange. Not because there was another mission to discuss. Simply because it was him.
âWell, I do too, Y/n,â he answered.
There wasnât even the slightest hint of hesitation in his voice. It wasnât a confession. Confessions implied something hidden, something carefully guarded until the right moment. Valko had never loved that way. He wore every emotion openly, offering his heart with the same fearless sincerity he brought to everything else in life. When he cared, everyone knew it. When he was excited, his smile gave him away before he spoke. When he missed you, he simply said so. There was something almost refreshing about how completely incapable he was of pretending otherwise.
Still smiling to himself, he took another sip of wine before leaning toward the end table beside the couch. He carefully placed his glass down before turning his full attention back to you, as though nothing else in the room mattered anymore.
âSo?â
His broad hand settled warmly against the thigh farthest from him, his palm spanning nearly its entire width. With gentle insistence, he guided your leg over the other until your body naturally turned toward him, your full weight settling comfortably against his side. The movement brought you even closer, leaving hardly any space between your bodies. Then he reached for your wine. Without asking, he carefully lifted the glass from your fingers and set it beside his own. Every distraction disappeared. Your heartbeat stumbled. OhâŚGod. He was serious. There wasnât a teasing grin waiting to undermine the moment. No terrible joke. No playful attempt to fluster you. Only those warm golden eyes watching you with quiet hope.
âWanna catch a movie with me tomorrow night, maybe come over and I can cook us dinner afterwards?â He asked gently, âas a date. A real date.â
His smile softened into something almost boyishly hopeful.
âNot work. Not business. No spooky lab stuff. No research data,â he gave the smallest shrug before looking at you with the kind of honesty that always managed to undo you, âjust two people who like each other and wanna spend some one-on-one time together.â
Your chest tightened. Before you realized it, you were smiling. Not the sarcastic little smirk you usually hid behind. A real smile. Warm. Unforced. Your hand rose almost on its own until your palm rested against the center of his broad chest. Beneath your fingertips, you felt the firm muscle beneath his dress shirt, warm from the evening, and before you could begin absentmindedly tracing slow circles over him, his much larger hand settled over yours. He pressed your palm gently closer.
âFeel that?â He asked softly.
You did. His heart was racing. Not a little. Not politely. It was pounding beneath your hand with enough force that you could feel every hurried beat through his shirt, and the realization stole what little composure you still had. GodâŚHe was just as nervous as you were. For all his confidence, for all his flirting and shameless teasing, this mattered to him enough to make his pulse race. Your own heartbeat answered almost immediately. You could feel it quickening in your chest until, somehow, the two of you seemed to find the same rhythm, each heartbeat urging the other faster as you sat there looking into each otherâs eyes.
âYeah,â you whispered.
You nodded as your thumb continued rubbing slow, unconscious circles against his chest beneath his hand.
âIâll go on a movie date with you, Val,â a quiet laugh escaped you as your old instincts tried one last time to protect your heart, âbut just one. No promises that Iâllââ
ââWait, seriously??â His entire body lit up before you could even finish the sentence.
Then you saw it. The moment your answer truly registered with him. Hidden low within the tousled strands of his auburn hair, the second pair of ears heâd spent the entire evening unconsciously keeping tucked away suddenly sprang upright. His wolf ears perked forward so quickly they almost twitched, swiveling toward you with unmistakable excitement as though theyâd completely forgotten they were supposed to stay hidden. At the very same time, his pupils widened until the brilliant gold of his irises darkened around them, and he instinctively straightened where he sat, his entire body seeming to come alive with one overwhelming rush of happiness.
Beneath your hand, his heart somehow began racing even faster. You hadnât thought that was possible.nThe frantic rhythm hammered against your palm with so much unrestrained excitement that it made your own chest tighten. For all the confidence he carried, for all the shameless flirting and relentless teasing he threw your way every chance he got, this completely undid him. His sculpted cheeks flushed a warm pink, and for the first time all evening, he almost lookedâŚShy.
God damn it. He was somehow even more intense after a few glasses of wine. And infinitely more endearing. The alcohol had stripped away what little restraint he normally possessed, leaving behind nothing but pure, earnest enthusiasm. He wasnât trying to play it cool. He wasnât pretending he wasnât excited. Every emotion he felt exploded across his face with such wholehearted sincerity that it was almost painfully adorable. You didnât know whether you wanted to smack himâŚOr kiss him.
Then you heard it. Thump. The tip of his enormous fluffy tail had started wagging against the arm of the couch. Thump. Thump. The steady rhythm only grew faster the longer he stared at you, completely betraying the excitement bubbling out of him until you couldnât hold back anymore. A fit of helpless giggles escaped your lips as you watched this giant, broad-shouldered werewolf all but vibrate with happiness over something as simple as you agreeing to dinner. HonestlyâŚHe was every bit as much an overgrown puppy as he was a big, bad wolf.
âYeah!â You laughed, your cheeks burning as you hid your face behind one hand and pinched the bridge of your nose with the other, completely overwhelmed by how unbelievably adorable he looked, âI already said yes!â
Before you could even think about plastering a hand over his face and shoving that giant dork away, he was already moving. With a delighted laugh that burst straight out of his chest, he caught you around the waist and tipped you backward onto the enormous leather couch in one effortless motion, following you down with all the barely restrained excitement of an overgrown puppy that had just been told it was finally going for a walk.
You let out a startled shriek that immediately dissolved into laughter as the cushions swallowed you. Instinct took over before anything else did, and your hands hurried to tug the hem of your dress back down over the glimpse of your thong the sudden movement had exposed. Valkoâs broad frame settled between your parted knees as he hovered over you, his weight supported on his arms so he never truly crushed you beneath him despite his impossible size.
The ridiculous man didnât seem to notice your underwear at all. Or if he did, he gave absolutely no sign of it. Instead, the very first thing he did was bury his face against the side of your neck with a blissful little hum that vibrated warmly against your skin. His happiness seemed to spill out of him without restraint as he nuzzled into you with shameless enthusiasm, rubbing his cheek against yours before peppering your neck with a flurry of eager kisses.
âOh my Godââ You broke into helpless giggles almost immediately.
Every exaggerated kiss landed with an intentionally loud smooching sound that only made you laugh harder, and the ticklish brush of his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck had your shoulders instinctively hunching as you squirmed beneath him. His face was wonderfully warm from the wine, and every affectionate nuzzle chased another burst of laughter out of you while his soft hums of contentment made him sound impossibly pleased just to be this close.
âValâ!â
Another noisy kiss cut you off. You laughed so hard your eyes watered as you pushed weakly at his broad shoulders, making only the most half-hearted attempt to fend him off. He barely moved beneath your hands, happily enduring your token resistance while continuing his relentless assault of ticklish kisses and affectionate nuzzles. The truth wasâŚYou werenât trying very hard to stop him. Not really. You wanted him exactly where he was.
âIâll cook you the best dinner,â he vowed with such wholehearted sincerity that you couldnât help laughing again. He punctuated the promise with another affectionate kiss before immediately stealing another, then another, smiling against your skin as he shifted to your other side and tucked himself into the curve of your neck, âIâll make it so romantic for ya. IâllâŚâ
His voice trailed away. Not because he couldnât think of what to say, but because he caught your scent again. You felt the change happen almost instantly. It wasnât subtle anymore; it never was with him. One moment he was all playful smiles, teasing laughter, and boundless enthusiasm, and the next his entire demeanor softened into something slower, quieter, and infinitely needier. His breathing deepened. He never finished his sentence. Instead, he drew in one impossibly deep breath through his nose, filling his lungs completely with you until his broad chest expanded against a smother of your breasts. The reaction sent goosebumps rippling across your skin. God, it always did.
You never seemed to get used to how quickly he could change. It gave you whiplash every single time, watching him shift from an affectionate, laughing goofball into something far more instinctive, his entire focus narrowing until you felt like the only thing existing in his world. There wasnât anything performative about it. It was simply the way he was, and that somehow made it even more intoxicating. The worst part was knowing he noticed every tiny response your body gave him. He could hear the subtle hitch in your breathing, feel the quickening rhythm of your pulse where it fluttered beneath your skin, and smell every surge of adrenaline the moment it bloomed inside you. There was no hiding from senses as sharp as his, especially not when he was this close.
âYou smell so amazingâŚâ He breathed, his words carried out on another slow inhale that seemed almost greedy in its depth.
A shaky sigh escaped him afterward, feathering warmly across your neck before dissolving into your skin. One of his large hands found yours where it rested against the couch, his fingers slipping effortlessly between your own until they laced together and he brought them above your head. His other hand settled securely around your waist beneath him, giving you a slow, absent squeeze that felt less possessive than grounding, as though simply holding you helped settle the restless instinct building inside him. Without even thinking about it, your free hand rose to the back of his neck. Your fingers disappeared into the soft hair at his nape, gently combing through it as warmth radiated into your palm. He leaned into your touch immediately, another quiet hum of contentment vibrating against your throat before he turned his head just enough to brush another lingering kiss along the side of your neck.
âYour scent gets sweeter when youâre turned on,â he murmured, taking his time as his lips lingered against your skin, breathing you in between every slow kiss as though he couldnât get enough of you. His voice grew even rougher on the next breath, and you felt the words against your neck almost as much as you heard them, âGodâŚYour pheromones are going fucking wild.â
ââŚWhat do I smell like right now?â You asked softly from beneath him, your voice quieter than youâd intended. The room seemed pleasantly hazy from the wine, and for a fleeting moment the ceiling above you almost swayed as you looked up at it. Your hand wandered lazily over the broad slope of his shoulder until it found the thick muscle of one trap, and you couldnât resist giving it an indulgent squeeze beneath your fingers. It was warm. Incredibly solid. Every inch of him felt built from strength.
âPure adrenaline,â he murmured without hesitation, his answer arriving on another slow, appreciative inhale.
His face disappeared into the curve of your throat again before he buried himself in your hair, greedily chasing every trace of your scent wherever he could find it. His warm breath feathered over your skin as he spoke, each word quieter than the last.
âSpun sugarâŚFireâŚSomething dark and smokyâŚâ He sighed contentedly against you, the sound rumbling through his chest, ââŚSomething I wanna drown in.â
A delicious shiver traveled the length of your spine. His words settled somewhere deep inside you, sending warmth cascading through your body until it pooled low in your stomach. Goosebumps chased one another across your skin beneath the comforting weight of his broad frame, and before you realized what you were doing, your back arched instinctively into him. A quiet sigh escaped your lips as your eyes fluttered closed, your leg slowly lifting to drape comfortably over his hip while your fingers tightened against him. Your nails squeezed around the back of his hand, the others lightly digging into the firm muscle of his trap under your fingertips as though you needed something solid to steady yourself against.
Then you felt it. The unmistakable pressure of his hard cock resting against the inside of your thigh. Even through the fabric of his tailored slacks, you could feel the weight of him there, warm and heavy where it pressed against you. The subtle pulse beneath the fabric betrayed every bit of the growing desire heâd been trying so unsuccessfully to hide, and the realization sent another rush of heat rolling through you.
âYou know which part of you gives off the sweetness Iâm talking about?â He murmured.
The tip of his tongue traced a slow path up the front of your throat. The unexpected warmth of it stole your breath. You nearly moaned before catching yourself, your fingers instinctively tightening against his shoulder as your head tipped back just enough to give him room.
ââŚWhat?â You breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.
When your eyes finally opened again, you found him already looking at you. Not simply looking. Watching. His eyes were fixed on yours with an intensity that made your pulse stumble all over again. The warmth, the teasing affection, and the playful smiles that usually softened his expression had melted into something quieter, deeper, and almost instinctive. For one suspended heartbeat, he regarded you with the kind of focused hunger that made you understand exactly why rabbits froze when wolves looked at them.
GodâŚThe realization sent another violent rush of adrenaline surging through you. Shock and desire collided inside your chest so fiercely that your entire body seemed to hum beneath him. Your heart hammered against your ribs, your breathing caught somewhere between anticipation and surrender, and you couldnât tell whether the dizzy feeling overtaking you came from the wine or from the man looking down at you as though you were the only thing in the world worth wanting. You felt almost intoxicated by him. Almost delirious. Every time he looked at you like that, it was as though the rest of the room disappeared until all that remained was the warmth of his body surrounding yours and those impossible golden eyes holding you completely captive.
His large hand slowly left your waist, gliding upward over your side before traveling along the line of your throat. The warmth of his palm lingered against your skin as his fingers climbed higher, slipping beneath your chin until they settled around your jaw with surprising gentleness. His thumb rested against one cheek while his fingers curved around the other, giving the softest squeeze that rounded your cheeks between them. It wasnât enough to hurt. It was simply enough to hold your attention exactly where he wanted it.
âYes you do,â he murmured with unmistakable amusement.
As he spoke, he gently tipped your face one way and then the other, each syllable accompanied by the smallest guiding movement of his hand. His grin spread slowly across his lips, revealing the faint gleam of his canines beneath the warm lighting, and there was something devastatingly unfair about how effortlessly playful and predatory he could look all at once.
God. He was absolutely molten like this. The teasing warmth in his expression hadnât disappeared, but something deeper had settled beneath it, something instinctive that made it impossible to look away. Your breath caught somewhere in your chest as his eyes remained locked on yours, and every slow second beneath that gaze seemed to stretch impossibly longer than the last. Your heart pounded so hard it felt as though it might bruise your ribs from the inside, while a rush of adrenaline swept through your body with all the intoxicating intensity of a hunted animal refusing to look away from the predator that had already found it. It wasnât fear. It was something far more dangerous than that. The electric thrill left goosebumps racing over your skin, warmth blooming beneath them until you found yourself trembling beneath his broad frame despite having no desire whatsoever to move.
Before you even realized you were doing it, you smiled back. You watched the subtle movement of his throat as he swallowed, the muscles working beneath his skin with unmistakable deliberateness, and the sight alone sent another rush of heat through you. GodâŚEven that affected you. There was something breathtaking about watching him fight the instinctive reactions he never seemed capable of hiding. He wasnât embarrassed by them. If anything, the honesty of every tiny response only made the moment feel more real, more intimate, more impossible to resist.
It sent another rush of heat pouring through you until you felt your body betray you completely. Your pussy gave an involuntary little twitch beneath your dress, and the broad line of his hip bone, already resting against you, shifted with the smallest, slowest grind across the damp fabric of your thong. The pressure was almost cruel in how subtle it was, yet it sent a molten wave of pleasure straight through your core. Heat bloomed around your clit so suddenly your breath caught in your throat, your fingers instinctively tightening against the hard muscle of his shoulder as your lips fell open inside the gentle cradle of his hand. For one suspended heartbeat, you couldnât think of a single clever comeback. All you could do was stare up into those golden eyes, feeling wonderfully, helplessly overwhelmed by the man looking down at you as though you were already his.
ââŚYour pretty little kitty,â he whispered, his voice dropping into a husky murmur as his gaze slowly drifted from your eyes to your mouth. There was nothing hurried about the way he looked at you. He studied your lips as though they had become the only thing capable of holding his attention, and the slow hunger behind that look alone was enough to send another tremor through your body.
Your breath caught when he leaned closer. Instead of kissing you immediately, the tip of his tongue slowly dragged across your lower lip with an agonizing patience that made your pulse leap. The warm stroke lingered just long enough to make it feel deliberate, almost instructional, as though he was showing you exactly how heâd want to lick you there if you ever let him. It was as if he wanted you to picture it. Wanted you to imagine that same slow, hungry tongue between your legs instead of against your mouth. The thought hit you with startling clarity, and before you could stop yourself, you practically felt the ghost of his tongue gliding over your slit, so vivid in your imagination that your body supplied the sensation for him. Heat bloomed low in your belly, your pussy gave an involuntary little spasm beneath your dress, and your breath caught sharply in your throat as the imagined stroke sent a pulse of pleasure straight through your clit.
He felt it immediately. There was no hiding a reaction like that from senses as sharp as his, especially not when he was pressed so closely against you. A low, thoroughly satisfied moan rumbled deep inside his chest the instant your body betrayed you, and the vibration rolled warmly into your mouth as his lips finally captured yours. The sound carried unmistakable delight, as though your involuntary response had confirmed exactly what heâd hoped it would. Goosebumps raced over your skin while the warmth of his mouth enveloped yours, and every tiny hair along the back of your neck stood on end as you melted into the kiss, your heart pounding beneath the overwhelming intensity of the moment.
Your free hand slipped from where heâd been holding it. Instead of pushing him away, both of your hands climbed to the collar of his dress shirt, your fingers curling tightly into the fabric before you gave him a firm, possessive tug. The movement drew him flush against you, and you answered his kiss with equal urgency, pressing your mouths together until there wasnât an inch of space left between you.
He met your intensity without hesitation. If anything, he welcomed it. He kissed you with the same wholehearted enthusiasm he seemed to pour into everything he felt, his mouth moving eagerly against yours as though heâd been waiting all night for you to pull him closer instead of pushing him away. The lingering taste of red wine still coated his tongue, rich and warm as it mingled with yours, while the gentle scrape of his canines catching your lower lip made another delicious rush of heat pour through your body. The playful little bites were careful enough never to hurt, yet intoxicating enough that your fists instinctively tightened around his shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric between your fingers.
Above you both, his enormous tail had found its own way of joining the moment. It slowly curled around the leg you had draped over his waist, wrapping loosely around your calf as though it wanted to hold you there just as securely as the rest of him did. At the same time, one of his large hands slid beneath your thigh and gently encouraged your knee higher against the hard muscle of his back, silently asking for more closeness, more contact, more of you. He always chased intensity that way, never through force, but through an almost desperate desire to eliminate every inch of distance between your bodies.
You could feel the very tip of his tail trembling against your leg. It kept trying to stay still. Trying to behave. Trying to hide just how overwhelmingly happy he was. It failed miserably. The soft, uncontrollable wag betrayed him over and over again where it brushed against your thigh, and you couldnât help smiling into the kiss as you realized the wine had stripped away what little restraint he normally managed to keep over it.
GodâŚHe felt like he was burning from the inside out. Every kiss. Every breath. Every eager little sound he made against your mouth carried a restless warmth that seemed to seep straight into you, melting through your own restraint until it felt as though his excitement had become your own. Wrapped in his arms, surrounded by his scent, and held beneath the overwhelming sincerity of every emotion he wore so openly, you felt yourself slipping deeper beneath the spell of him with every passing heartbeat, as though the heat pouring out of him had become molten enough to settle into your very bones.
Your hands slowly slipped from the collar of his dress shirt to the neatly knotted tie dangling from his neck. Curling your fingers around the silk, you gave it a possessive tug, drawing him down into another lingering kiss while your other hand worked at loosening the knot. It slid free beneath your fingers at last, hanging loosely around his neck for only a moment before he pulled back just enough to tug it the rest of the way off. With a quiet sigh of relief, he tossed it carelessly somewhere across the room without so much as looking where it landed, his attention never truly leaving you.
Your fingertips immediately found the first button of his shirt. Then the second. You fumbled slightly, your wine-softened fingers taking just a little too long to work each button through its hole, and the delay was almost comical considering the way he was kissing you. His breathing had long since lost any resemblance of calm. Warm, uneven breaths escaped him between kisses, and the flush spreading across his cheeks had begun creeping down the strong line of his neck. Every slow inhale seemed to make him hotter instead of cooling him down, and judging by the way his chest rose beneath your hands, the scent of you was only making matters worse. He was impatient. Restless. Wonderfully needy in that utterly transparent way he never seemed capable of hiding, his instincts leaving him visibly flustered as he lingered over you.
It was the only reason he finally broke the kiss. Not to pull away from you. Only to make room. He rose smoothly onto his knees between the wide parting of your thighs, his sheer size demanding the extra height as his broad frame settled over you once more. Standing like that, he seemed to swallow the room. His shoulders eclipsed the warm light overhead until your gaze was filled almost entirely by him, leaving only a soft glow outlining the massive silhouette towering above you.
âHang onâŚâ He breathed with an embarrassed little laugh that sounded more winded than amused.
His fingers immediately found the remaining buttons of his dress shirt. One after another. Much faster than yours ever could have. He hurried through them with the kind of impatient urgency that made you smile, practically fumbling over himself in his eagerness to get the shirt open. As each button gave way, the fabric loosened farther across his chest, straining for only a heartbeat before falling open to reveal more of the broad, muscular body beneath. The tailored shirt had fit him impeccably when he stood still, yet seeing it gape apart now only reminded you how absurdly wide he really was. It looked almost too small across his chest and shoulders, and the sleeves hugged his powerful arms so closely that you wondered how heâd managed to button the thing in the first place.
Your eyes couldnât help following every movement. He caught you staring. A slow, pleased smile spread across his flushed face as he looked back down at you, breathing hard enough that the open edges of his shirt shifted with every rise and fall of his chest. There was something almost boyishly proud about the way he watched you watching him, completely aware that your eyes were drinking in every inch of him as he stripped down.
Unable to stand the heat any longer, he yanked the shirt free from where it had been tucked into his belt before rolling his broad shoulders back. The movement stretched every muscle across his chest and back beneath the warm light, and then, with one impatient pull, he shrugged completely out of the shirt and tossed it carelessly behind him. The whole thing happened so quickly it almost made you giggle. He had practically hulked his way out of the damn thing in his desperate hurry to get it off his overheating body.
âStop me if itâs ever too much,â he said quietly.
He always said it. Every single time things began slipping from playful teasing into something more intimate, he reminded you of the same rule without fail. It had become as much a part of the two of you as the flirting and the banter. He wanted you to stop him before he ever pushed too far, before instinct or impatience could ever overtake your comfort. He wanted to know that if he crossed a line, you would tell him, and he would stop without hesitation. No matter how desperately he wanted you, no matter how badly his body begged for more, that promise never changed.
You met his eyes and nodded, âI will.â
His shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly at your answer, and only then did your gaze begin wandering again. It drifted slowly over every broad, sculpted plane of his bare torso, drinking him in without even trying to hide it. The warm light of the private room traced every hard line of muscle across his chest and abdomen, accentuating the powerful taper of his waist before your eyes continued lower still. Your smile grew softer, breathier, as you followed the sharp V of his pelvic lines disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.
Then your attention stopped altogether. Oh, God. Your eyes practically glued themselves to the unmistakable bulge straining against the front of his slacks. The outline of his cock rested heavily along the inside of one powerful thigh, impossible to ignore and somehow even more distracting because it wasnât trying to be. It looked almost obscene beneath the tailored fabric, the weight of him obvious even while still confined behind expensive trousers. ObsceneâŚAnd devastatingly attractive.
âSoâŚâ His voice pulled your attention back upward, though only barely, âsee something you like?â
The shameless bastard actually reached down and casually palmed himself over his slacks, giving the heavy outline the smallest, teasing shake beneath his hand while watching your expression with undisguised amusement. You stared at him. The delicious bastard. You ought to smack him. Instead, another idea found you. Without breaking eye contact, you slipped one of your high heels free and let it tumble softly onto the carpet beside the couch. Stretching your now bare foot toward him, you slowly rested the arch of it against the prominent bulge between his thighs.
The reaction was immediate. His brows drew together as a slow breath escaped him, and those brilliant golden eyes lifted back to yours with unmistakable heat gathering behind them. The playful smile never quite disappeared, but it softened beneath something far hungrier as he watched you press experimentally against him. His large hand rose to your ankle before sliding gently over the top of your bare foot. His palm was wonderfully warm as it wrapped around it, and instead of moving you away, he guided your foot a little more firmly against himself. The subtle pressure drew another uneven breath from him, his fingers tightening ever so slightly over your foot as he leaned into the sensation with a quiet, thoroughly pleased sigh. The sight of it made another burst of giggles bubble out of you.
âYeah, I do,â you teased, biting gently over your lower lip as a mischievous little giggle escaped you. You slowly flexed your bare foot against the heavy outline trapped beneath his slacks, letting your toes lazily wiggle over him just to see what would happen. The reaction was immediate. A visible shudder rippled through his entire body before his eyes fluttered for the briefest moment, and the uneven breath that left him made your grin widen, âdo you?â
Still watching him, you slowly let your knees drift farther apart. The hem of your little black dress rode higher over your thighs with the movement, revealing more of your legs until the thin strip of fabric covering your pussy came fully into view. You didnât say a word. You simply watched him watch you, reveling in the slow, unmistakable smile that spread across his face the instant his eyes settled between your legs.
âGodâŚYes,â he admitted without even attempting to hide it.
His honesty never failed to catch you off guard. Without looking away from you, he reached for your other foot, his large hand wrapping easily around your ankle as he carefully slipped your remaining heel free. The shoe landed somewhere beside the couch with a quiet thud, forgotten the moment it left his hand. His attention never wavered from you as both of his hands slid lower, settling comfortably around your calves. His broad palms practically engulfed them, warm and reassuring as they held you with effortless ease.
âNice spot,â he murmured with an unmistakably pleased smile, âlooks cute.â
You blinked, âwhatââ
Following his gaze, you lifted your head just enough to see what he meant. Then your cheeks immediately flared with heat. A small, unmistakable patch of dampness had darkened the narrow center of your thong, visible even beneath the thin fabric stretched between your thighs. The realization hit you all at once, and you heard the quiet, thoroughly entertained chuckle that rumbled out of him just as a startled little gasp escaped your own lips. Embarrassment rushed through you, warming your face as you instinctively thought about pulling your dress back down.
You never got the chance. Before you could move, Valkoâs hands tightened gently around your calves and, with effortless strength, he lifted both of your legs upward. The motion tipped you smoothly back against the couch cushions, your back sinking into the soft leather as he drew you several inches closer to him. Your breath caught in surprise as your hips slid toward him beneath his guidance, his broad frame naturally filling the space between your parted thighs once again.
That deliciously needy pervert. The eager look in his eyes, the way his breathing had grown warmer, the unmistakable excitement written all over his faceâŚIt would have been so easy to simply let him have his way. But just as quickly as the thought crossed your mind, another one replaced it. You remembered. You remembered how absurdly easy it was to turn the tables on Valko whenever you wanted to. Beneath all that height, strength, confidence, and shameless flirting was a man who absolutely melted whenever you took control for even a moment. It was exhilarating watching someone so impossibly powerful look at you with that same eager, hopeful expression every time you challenged him. There was something undeniably intoxicating about knowing you could wrap that enormous werewolf around your finger with little more than a look, a smile, or a well-timed command, and heâd follow along with all the enthusiasm of an obedient puppy hoping to earn praise.
The realization stirred something inside you. Not just curiosity. Not just desire. Something deeper. Somewhere over the course of the evening, another wall youâd been clinging to had quietly fallen away. The playful teasing still remained, but beneath it lived something far more genuine now. The feelings between you were no longer guesses or carefully avoided possibilities. They had been spoken aloud. A real date waited for the two of you tomorrow night. The uncertainty that had kept you holding him at armâs length for so long had begun giving way to trust, and with it came a newfound boldness that made your pulse race. You werenât just curious anymore. You were beginning to crave seeing exactly how far that vulnerable, wonderfully devoted side of Valko would let you push him.
âWhat, this little thing?â You asked with exaggerated innocence, your voice dripping with playful sweetness as though you had no idea what had captured his attention so completely.
You absolutely did. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you slowly let your hand wander down the length of your body. Your fingertips skimmed over the curve of your waist before gliding lower across your stomach until they finally reached the unmistakable patch of dampness between your thighs. You watched him watch you, and the reaction was instantaneous. His eyes widened ever so slightly before they followed every inch of your movement with unwavering focus, tracking your hand as faithfully as though your fingertips were leading him toward the only thing in the world he wanted.
You caught the subtle sway of his tail again. It gave a slow, unconscious wag behind him, the fluffy tip brushing against the floor before stilling for all of half a second. Then it wagged again. The sight made your pulse leap. His pupils visibly expanded the moment your fingers settled over your pussy, the brilliant gold of his irises shrinking beneath the growing darkness until his gaze looked almost molten with anticipation.
âOh, shitâŚâ You laughed softly to yourself.
The sensation surprised even you. Your fingertips came away damp enough that you instinctively rubbed them together before letting them drift back over the thin strip of fabric covering your pussy. The delicate material clung immediately beneath the moisture, molding itself more tightly to every soft contour between your thighs. As your fingers slowly stroked over yourself through the fabric, it outlined the shape of your lips with startling clarity, and you watched the way his eyes devoured every tiny movement as though he couldnât physically look anywhere else.
âIâm soaking wet,â you murmured with another breathless little laugh, shaking your head almost in disbelief, âwowâŚâ
His entire body answered you before his voice ever could. You saw his throat work in one slow swallow. You saw the muscles flex along his jaw. You saw his broad hands tighten around your thighs, his fingers unconsciously digging into the softness above your knees as though holding himself in place required genuine effort. The restraint written across his face was almost tangible. Every instinct inside him seemed to be pulling him forward, urging him to bury himself between your legs, and yet he stayed exactly where he was, waiting despite the obvious struggle painted across his expression. The realization sent another rush of heat pouring through you. Without thinking, your voice came out firmer than youâd intended.
âSit,â the single word left your lips with quiet authority.
He obeyed immediately. Almost before the sound had finished reaching him, he lowered himself onto his calves between your spread thighs, his broad shoulders settling lower. The movement was so immediate, so instinctive, that it almost looked as though his body had responded before his mind ever had. He didnât question you. He didnât hesitate. He simply did exactly as youâd asked.
The sight stole your breath. Good LordâŚWatching someone so impossibly powerful become so effortlessly obedient for you sent a delicious thrill racing straight through your body. It made something deep inside you ache with a hunger you hadnât expected, your pulse quickening as warmth unfurled low in your belly. Your fingers lingered where they rested against the damp fabric between your thighs, and the awareness of his eyes fixed so intently on every tiny movement made the sensation bloom into something almost dizzying. The excitement coursing through you became wonderfully electric, spreading through every nerve until you found yourself smiling up at him, utterly captivated by the breathtaking contrast between the formidable werewolf everyone else saw and the devoted, eager man kneeling so willingly between your legs.
âGood boy,â you tested with a pleased little smile.
The words rolled off your tongue almost experimentally, as though you were curious what they would do to him. You found out immediately. Scooting closer, you slowly spread your thighs wider until they comfortably draped over his lap, your dress gathering higher over your hips as you settled yourself directly in front of him. The movement drew him naturally closer to where your hand still lazily stroked over the damp fabric between your legs, and his breathing immediately turned uneven again.
Then you heard it. Thump. Thump. Thump. Your eyes flicked past his shoulder, and the sight waiting there nearly made you burst into laughter. His enormous tail was wagging so enthusiastically it was actually smacking against the back of the couch, the fluffy thing swishing back and forth with absolutely no restraint. A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. The rush of adrenaline that shot through you at the sight was almost intoxicating. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you looked up at him, and the exhilaration bubbling inside you made your pulse race even faster. You were having entirely too much fun watching this impossibly powerful man unravel so completely beneath your attention.
âYouâre salivating,â you pointed out, unable to hide the amusement dancing in your voice.
Your eyes drifted down to his mouth just in time to watch his throat work through another slow swallow. His tongue slipped out almost absentmindedly, moistening his lips before disappearing again, and the movement only confirmed what youâd already noticed.
âIs it my scent doing that to you?â You asked.
He nodded. JustâŚNodded. He looked almost helpless beneath the weight of it, his eyes never once leaving your pussy as your fingers continued their slow, absent circles over the damp fabric. It was as though every instinct inside him had narrowed his entire world down to that single point, leaving him visibly torn between patience and overwhelming need.
âAwwâŚâ You cooed, your smile growing impossibly smug.
You watched him draw in one deep breath, clearly trying to steady himself. It didnât help. If anything, inhaling you only made matters worse. His broad chest expanded completely before the breath left him in a slow, shaky exhale, and you watched the subtle twitch that ran through him afterward. Even his head gave the smallest shake from side to side, almost as though he were physically trying to clear his thoughts, trying to wrestle his instincts back under control. He was losing. Badly.
âWhat are you thinking about right now, hmm?â You asked sweetly, tilting your head as your fingertips continued their lazy teasing, âwhatâs going through that little noggin of yours?â
A breathless laugh finally escaped him. He shook his head again before pinching the crooked bridge of his nose between his fingers, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief second as though he couldnât even bear to look at you anymore.
âGod, womanâŚâ He muttered through an incredulous laugh, âyouâre evil.â
You immediately huffed in mock offense. Without missing a beat, you nudged the side of his elbow with your knee, bullying the poor man for his attention until he reluctantly looked back at you.
âHey,â you scolded, âI didnât say you could look away.â
Another groan escaped him. This time, he obeyed. His eyes lifted right back to you, only to become hopelessly trapped all over again as they settled on the slow movements of your hand between your thighs. He looked utterly conflicted, caught somewhere between restraint and surrender, between misery and overwhelming want. The tension in his face was almost palpable, every muscle tightening beneath flushed skin as he struggled to keep himself exactly where youâd told him to stay.
Watching him fight himself was almost as intoxicating as watching him lose. You noticed his right hand twitch toward his crotch before he seemed to catch himself. His fingers curled halfway, hovering for the briefest moment as though instinct wanted him to reach for himself, to seek any kind of relief from the aching tension building inside him. Instead, with obvious effort, he stopped the motion halfway and clenched his hand into a tight fist against his thigh. The muscles in his forearm flexed beneath the strain, his knuckles whitening as he resisted the urge. It was a battle he was very clearly losing.
âWhyâre you torturing me like this?â He breathed, the words leaving him on an uneven exhale as though he were physically wrestling with the heat building beneath his skin. A sheen of sweat had begun to gather across his brow despite the cool room, and he dragged the back of his hand over his forehead with a weary sigh, looking utterly undone by you.
ââŚBecause itâs fun,â you admitted with an unapologetic smile, the answer slipping out far more honestly than youâd intended. You watched his expression soften into resigned disbelief before continuing, your voice quieter this time, âandâŚBecause I wanna see how far I can push you. I wanna see how obedient you are.â
He closed his eyes for a brief moment and let out another long sigh through his nose, the corners of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. It wasnât defeat so much as acceptance. He already knew he was hopelessly outmatched the moment youâd decided to take control. There wasnât a stubborn bone left in his body that wanted to fight you anymore. He knew he didnât have the strength to turn away from you. He knew every instinct inside him had narrowed its entire world down to the woman lying in front of him.
Watching him surrender to that realization stirred something warm inside your own chest. The more you saw this side of Valko, the less you wanted to keep him waiting forever. Not because you pitied him. Because you wanted him. Because every helpless glance, every shaky breath, every involuntary wag of that enormous tail made you ache with the growing desire to reward him. Or perhapsâŚTo indulge yourself just as much.
âMaybe if youâre good for meâŚâ You murmured. Your hand slipped slowly beneath the elastic waistband of your thong, the delicate fabric stretching beneath your fingers before giving way. The first brush of your fingertips against your pussy drew a quiet shudder through your body, and your breath caught as you found your clit already slick with the warm evidence of just how thoroughly heâd worked you up. Your fingers moved slowly, collecting the slippery heat that had gathered there before circling gently over the sensitive little bundle, and the sensation sent a delicious pulse of pleasure radiating low through your belly, ââŚIâll let you have a treat.â
He looked absolutely tortured. The flush that had crept across his cheeks now spread down the strong line of his neck and over the broad expanse of his chest. Beads of sweat glimmered beneath the warm light, tracing slow paths over hard muscle and disappearing into the sharp definition of his torso. Every deep inhale expanded his chest before escaping in another shaky breath, and he scrubbed a hand roughly over his face as though he were desperately trying to collect what little self-control remained. His other hand had already found your inner thigh, his broad palm wrapping around it with surprising care. Part of him seemed to be grounding himself through your touch, while the rest of him simply couldnât resist needing a little more of you beneath his hand. His fingers kneaded absently into the soft warmth of your thigh, tightening every now and then whenever your own hand moved between your legs.
He was a complete mess. A huge, hungry wolf sitting obediently between your thighs while the meal heâd been craving all week teased him mercilessly only inches away. His eyes never left the slow movements of your hand, watching every tiny circle you drew over your pussy with a hunger so intense it almost made your own pulse race faster. The outline straining against the front of his slacks had become almost impossible to ignore by then, the heavy shape pressing insistently against the expensive fabric as though even his trousers were beginning to lose the battle of containing him.
âDefine being good,â he said hoarsely, his fingers kneading a little higher along your inner thigh until the warmth of his hand settled dangerously close to where you wanted him most. His breathing had grown ragged enough that every word sounded strained with effort, âcause Iâm about five seconds away from ripping your fucking underwear off andââ
ââStay.â
You didnât raise your voice. You didnât need to. The single word left your lips with a calm certainty that somehow carried even more authority than shouting ever could. The effect was instantaneous. He froze. His broad shoulders had already begun lowering toward you, his body leaning forward almost entirely on instinct, yet the moment your command reached him, every muscle locked in place. He remained suspended there between your thighs, breathing hard, his entire body visibly straining against the urge to keep moving while those molten golden eyes lifted back to yours.
The sight sent another rush of exhilaration straight through you. A delighted laugh bubbled out before you could stop it. Without breaking eye contact, you slowly eased your middle and ring finger deeper beneath your thong and guided them into the tight, velvety heat of your pussy. Your walls welcomed them with a slick warmth that made your own breath hitch as your fingers disappeared knuckle by knuckle, and you watched every tiny change in his expression as though it were the most fascinating thing youâd ever seen. His throat worked through another helpless swallow. His jaw tightened. His pupils swallowed almost every trace of gold in his irises until all that remained was an impossibly hungry stare fixed completely on you.
âGood boyâŚâ You praised softly, smiling as another tiny tremor passed through him, âI think you deserve a little treat for being such an obedient, helpless puppy.â
You watched his wolf ears spring upright the instant the praise left your lips, the subtle twitch making your heart leap with wicked satisfaction. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you slowly pushed yourself up onto one forearm, never taking your eyes off him for even a second. The fingers youâd slipped beneath your thong emerged unhurriedly, glistening beneath the warm lights of the private room. Thick, glossy trails of your arousal stretched in delicate strands between your middle and ring finger as you slowly spread them apart, the sticky web catching the light before thinning with every tiny movement. You couldnât help smiling at the sight yourself.
âCome here, boy,â you whispered.
Your slick fingers curled toward yourself in a slow beckoning motion, inviting him closer with shameless curiosity as your pulse thundered beneath your skin. Valko didnât hesitate. Not for a heartbeat. He folded over you so quickly it almost made you laugh, his broad body eclipsing the light once again as both of his large hands found your arm. One wrapped securely around your wrist while the other cradled your forearm with surprising gentleness, anchoring you as though he couldnât bear the thought of letting you slip away. Then, with absolutely no embarrassment, no self-consciousness, and no attempt whatsoever to play it cool, he drew your fingers straight into his mouth.
It wasnât theatrical. It wasnât something he was doing to impress you. It was instinct. Pure, wholehearted instinct. You watched every emotion wash openly across his face as his thick brows slowly pulled together and his eyelids fluttered shut. A quiet, blissful sound escaped somewhere deep in his throat while the warmth of his mouth enveloped your fingers, and you felt his tongue slowly glide between them with patient, unmistakable reverence. Every slow pass lingered, gathering every trace of your slickness with an intensity that made your stomach tighten. He tasted you as though nothing else in the world existed, completely lost in the moment, his breathing deepening around your fingers while another low hum vibrated warmly against your skin.
The sight sent a rush of exhilaration crashing through you. A giggle burst out before you could stop it. It bubbled helplessly from your chest, bright and breathless, as a delicious thrill raced from your fingertips all the way down through your molten core. Adrenaline flooded every nerve ending until your entire body seemed to hum beneath him. You squirmed against the couch cushions, practically kicking your feet in delighted excitement as your toes curled so tightly they threatened to cramp. The sensation of his tongue swirling around your fingers, the warm suction of his mouth, and the utterly blissed expression written across his face combined into something so intoxicating that your thoughts dissolved into little more than laughter and heat.
You felt wonderfully lightheaded. Wonderfully reckless. High on him. His fingers had begun trembling around your arm. You felt his long fingers trembling where they wrapped around your wrist and forearm, the grip tightening by slow, involuntary degrees until it almost felt as though he were clutching a favorite toy heâd finally been given permission to keep. The contrast made your pulse race. This enormous, broad-shouldered werewolf could have overpowered you without effort if heâd ever wanted to, yet here he was, holding your arm with a reverence that only made the hunger written across his face even more devastating. At the same time, there was still something unmistakably wolfish about it. The way his hands engulfed your arm made you feel wonderfully small, wonderfully delicate, like a little plaything caught between the careful paws of a great predator trying with every ounce of restraint not to break what he cherished.
It was so fucking hot. Every slow pass of his tongue between your fingers, every bliss-drunk hum vibrating against your skin, every greedy little swallow as he savored the taste of you sent another wave of molten heat crashing through your body. Your fingertips tingled inside the warm heat of his mouth, your stomach burned with anticipation, and your pussy ached so fiercely it almost hurt. Watching him lose himself in you like this, watching that beautiful, hungry wolf come apart over something as simple as your taste, snapped the last thread of restraint youâd been clinging to. You couldnât take it anymore. You didnât want to tease him forever. You wanted to let him finally fucking devour you whole.
The thought sent another pulse of heat straight through your core. You wanted to be his meal. You wanted to watch those gorgeous golden eyes roll back with bliss while he feasted on you without shame, to feel every hungry kiss, every greedy lick, every desperate little sound of satisfaction he couldnât hide. You wanted him to savor you until he forgot where he ended and you began, and you wanted to lose yourself right alongside him, getting off on every shameless smooch he stole, every blissful swallow, every drop he greedily refused to waste.
âGod, look at youâŚâ You murmured through another helpless little laugh, unable to stop smiling at the breathtaking sight in front of you. His eyes betrayed him over and over again, darting helplessly from your face back down to the damp strip of fabric covering your pussy as though they were being pulled there against his will. Even with your fingers still nestled inside the warm heat of his mouth, slowly stroking over the slick glide of his tongue, he couldnât stop looking between your legs. The pleasant scrape of his fangs brushed your skin every now and then as he struggled not to bite down, not out of aggression, but because the hunger written all over his face had become almost impossible for him to contain, âyouâre driving me crazy as we speak. Youâre dying to eat my pussy, arenât you?â
He answered before he even thought about preserving his pride. Still suckling your fingers, he nodded shamelessly. Once. Then again. Harder. A hot sigh escaped around your fingers, feathering warmly over your knuckles as his eyes remained hopelessly fixed on the soaked little strip of fabric between your thighs. He looked completely overtaken by instinct, like every sense he possessed had narrowed into a single unbearable point of focus. The longing in his expression was almost painful to witness. He looked exactly like a starving wolf being forced to sit patiently in front of a meal he could already smell, already taste in his imagination, while every instinct inside him screamed to lunge forward and devour it.
Slowly, you eased your fingers from his mouth. He followed them. The movement was completely unconscious, his lips chasing after your fingertips by another inch before he caught himself, blinking as though heâd only just realized what heâd done. A delighted laugh escaped you as you lifted your hand to inspect it. Every trace of your slickness had disappeared. Your fingers gleamed only with the lingering shine of his mouth, every sticky trail of your arousal having been licked and sucked away with shameless enthusiasm until he hadnât left a single drop behind. You were just as enthralled by him as he was by you.
His hands settled against your inner thighs again, spreading wide until his palms nearly engulfed them. Warm fingers slowly kneaded into your soft flesh, absentmindedly working over your thighs as though they needed something to do before they disobeyed him. The restless squeezing wasnât simply affection. It was restraint. You watched the tendons shift beneath the skin of his forearms as his grip tightened and loosened in slow cycles, channeling every ounce of the overwhelming hunger consuming him into your thighs instead of where he truly wanted to be. He looked like he was fighting with every fiber of his being not to bury himself between your legs, not to nose-dive straight into the meal heâd been staring at all night. Every breath he took seemed to make that fight harder, every inhale of your scent pulling him closer to the edge. The realization sent another delicious rush of heat low through your body.
You smiled up at his beautifully ruined expression, âbegââ
ââPlease,â the word burst out of him so quickly he barely let you finish.
His voice had gone hoarse, rough with need as another uneven breath escaped him. His fingers kneaded helplessly into your thighs again, grounding himself through the warmth of your body before he lost what little control he still possessed.
âI canât take it anymore. Iâll do whatever you want, Y/n,â his throat worked through another swallow as his pleading eyes searched yours with heartbreaking sincerity, âjust let me eat it alreadyâŚHell, Iâd be happy with one lick.â
Your heart fluttered. Not from victory.
From the beautiful honesty shining back at you.
âOhâŚâ You whispered, your smile softening despite the exhilaration racing through your veins, âI believe you.â
Your hand slid over the top of one of his, your fingers wrapping affectionately around his thick wrist before giving it a gentle squeeze. Beneath your palm, you could feel the subtle tremor still running through him, his body humming with restrained anticipation. Your other hand drifted back between your thighs, and you slowly hooked a finger beneath the damp waistband of your thong. The elastic stretched lightly beneath your touch as your pulse quickened, your eyes lifting to meet his once more.
You wanted him there. You wanted that handsome, beautifully ruined face exactly where heâd been trying so desperately not to dive all night. You wanted to reward him. You wanted to indulge yourself just as much as you wanted to indulge him. You swallowed slowly. His throat bobbed in answer. The pleading look in his eyes made your chest tighten.
âHave I ever shown it to you before?â You asked softly.
He shook his head without hesitation, âno.â
Your smile widened, ââŚWanna see it?â
He nodded so quickly that his wolf ears twitched with the movement, âfuck yes.â
Slowly, almost torturously, you hooked your finger beneath the narrow strip of damp fabric and eased it to the side. The elastic stretched against your hip before finally giving way, baring your pussy to him for the very first time. You never looked down. You looked at him instead. God. The expression that washed over his face nearly stole the air from your lungs.
His golden eyes widened only a fraction before they settled between your legs with complete, unwavering focus. He didnât simply look. He stared as though every instinct inside him had fallen silent except one. His gaze roamed over every intimate curve with open awe, reverence, and a hunger so honest it made your pulse thunder. The intensity of it settled over your skin like another pair of hands, and your body answered before your mind ever could. Heat bloomed violently between your thighs, your pussy giving an involuntary little twitch beneath the weight of his stare as he drank in the sight of you without shame.
You felt his thumb dig deeper into your inner thigh. His hand was trembling. Not subtly. The broad hand wrapped around your leg shook with the effort it took to keep himself exactly where youâd told him to stay, and your own fingers instinctively tightened around his thick wrist in an affectionate squeeze. Beneath your touch, you could feel the tension coiled through every tendon and muscle in his forearm, his entire body straining against instincts that wanted nothing more than to bury him between your legs. He drew one long, shaky breath before giving that familiar little twitch of his head again, shaking it sharply to one side as though he were trying to knock the thoughts loose from his own skull. It almost looked like he was a heartbeat away from smacking himself across the face just to regain an ounce of composure. The sight made your heart race.
âYouâre being so good,â you praised softly, your voice warming with genuine affection as you gently tugged him another inch closer by his arm, âdonyou think itâs pretty?â
His eyes reluctantly climbed back to yours for the briefest moment before they helplessly fell right back where they wanted to be. Both of his hands slid from your thighs to your hips, spreading so wide they nearly wrapped around you. His grip tightened almost unconsciously while one broad thumb slipped beneath the delicate strap still resting against your hip. With agonizing slowness, he drew it farther aside, exposing you even more completely beneath the warm glow of the private room. The lights caught every glistening detail you had laid bare for him, and he looked at you as though he couldnât believe you were real.
âItâs gorgeous,â he breathed, his voice rough and unsteady with need. When he finally forced his eyes back up to yours, they were openly pleading, âY/nâŚPleaseâŚâ
The desperation in that single word broke something inside you. The teasing had stopped being enough. Watching him unravel had been intoxicating, but now it only made the ache between your thighs heavier, hotter, more impossible to ignore. Your pussy throbbed with every frantic beat of your heart, slick enough that you could feel the warmth of your own arousal against your skin, and all you could think about was the starving wolf kneeling between your legs. Every hungry glance heâd stolen, every helpless swallow, every tremble in those enormous hands, every wag of that ridiculous tail had fed your own desire until you werenât sure who was more desperate anymore. You wanted him. You wanted that handsome, beautifully ruined face buried between your thighs. You wanted to feel him finally stop fighting himself. You wanted him to devour you.
You pushed yourself up onto one forearm and reached for him, your fingers disappearing into the thick hair at the crown of his head before curling firmly into it, âcâmere, then.â
The invitation came out in a breath that sounded almost as needy as his. You fisted his hair and firmly guided him down while easing yourself back against the couch cushions, lifting your hips instinctively toward him as though your body had already made the decision before your mind had caught up.
âEat upââ
He didnât let you finish. The instant the words left your lips, both of his hands shot straight for your thong. His fingers hooked beneath the delicate waistband with unmistakable urgency, and every powerful muscle across his shoulders, chest, and forearms flexed as the last thread of his restraint finally snapped. Before you even had time to gasp, you heard the sharp crack of fabric giving way beneath his strength.
Your underwear never stood a chance. Neither, you realized with your pulse roaring in your ears, did you. Before your mind could even catch up to how fast he moved, his enormous arms swept beneath your thighs and wrapped securely around them from underneath. The strength behind the motion stole the breath clean out of your lungs. One moment you were lying against the leather couch, and the next the entire world lurched as he effortlessly lifted you. A startled gasp burst from your lips as your stomach flipped with the sudden change in gravity, your body leaving the cushions so completely that even your head no longer touched the couch.
Everything happened so fast your thoughts couldnât keep pace. Your hands flew instinctively in search of something, anything, to steady yourself, but Valko was simply too big. Too broad. Too impossibly strong. He hoisted you as though you weighed nothing at all, your body dangling helplessly against the towering frame of his as your calves slipped naturally behind his shoulders. His powerful arms tightened around your waist, locking you securely against him, the firm squeeze of his embrace making it abundantly clear that there wasnât the slightest chance of you slipping from his grasp.
ThenâŚYou felt him. The first slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue parted your slick folds from bottom to top with agonizing thoroughness, the broad warmth of it gliding through your soaked pussy before finishing in one greedy, lingering flick over your swollen clit. He didnât rush it. He savored it, dragging every inch of the taste heâd been craving all evening onto his tongue with the unmistakable hunger of a man finally allowed his first bite.
The sensation detonated inside you. Your entire body jerked violently in his arms as white-hot pleasure crashed through your core, so sudden and overwhelming that a helpless cry tore from your throat before you could even think to silence it. Every muscle in your body seemed to seize at once as your nails desperately searched for purchase, finally digging deep into the hard muscle of his forearms. You clung to him instinctively, your fingers tightening as the world tilted around you beneath the sheer force of the pleasure heâd pulled from you with a single, devastating lick.
Your thighs reacted before your mind ever could. They snapped inward around the sides of his head, squeezing him tightly as another shudder ripped through you. The warmth of his face, the rough scrape of his tongue, the steady strength of the arms holding you effortlessly aloft, and the low, blissful sound rumbling from deep within his chest blurred together into one intoxicating rush that left your pulse roaring in your ears.
âTighter,â he growled, the command vibrating straight into your pussy as the scorching heat of his breath and the wet, hungry pull of his mouth engulfed you. Every shameless squelch echoed obscenely through the room as he sucked a greedy mouthful of your slick cunt between his lips, drawing another helpless cry out of you before his tongue flattened beneath your clit and pulled at it with a starvation so utterly carnal your vision tunneled around the edges. The pleasure crashed through you all at once, too much and not nearly enough, making your entire body jolt in his arms as another guttural groan rumbled against you, âsqueeze me tighterâŚTighter.â
You obeyed before your mind even registered the words. Thought had abandoned you completely, melting into useless, bliss-drunk mush somewhere between the first lick and the tenth. Your ankles crossed behind his broad back, your thighs locking around the sides of his head as you squeezed with everything you had. The pressure earned exactly the reaction you wanted. A deep, broken groan poured out of him, vibrating deliciously through your soaked pussy as though he loved being trapped there just as much as you loved trapping him. Instead of pulling away, he buried himself even deeper, taking another ravenous mouthful of you with an enthusiasm that bordered on feral. His tongue flicked desperately over your clit before sucking it back between his lips again, greedy and shameless, drinking in every little sound you made as though each moan only made him hungrier.
âO-oh my GodâŚâ You stammered, your voice dissolving into breathless whimpers as your eyes rolled helplessly back before fluttering shut.
Your brows pinched so tightly they almost ached while your head fell farther behind you, exposing your throat as blood rushed downward until your entire face burned. Your lips trembled uncontrollably before your jaw dropped open around another cry. Thinking had become impossible. Speaking wasnât much easier. All you could do was feel. Feel every glorious flick of his tongue, every filthy slurp, every greedy suck, every rumbling growl vibrating against your pussy until the sensations shot straight up your spine. Your skin prickled from head to toe, every tiny hair standing on end beneath the relentless pleasure pouring through you.
âOh GodâŚOhâ! F-fuck!â You cried, your voice breaking apart, âthatâs ncredible! V-ValâŚDonâtâ! Donât stop! Donât stop!â
As if he ever would. There wasnât the slightest hint of strain in the enormous arms holding you aloft. He kept you suspended effortlessly, your entire body dangling against the towering heat of him while his forearms locked around your waist like iron bars. His broad hands stayed planted deep into the soft meat of your thighs, gripping you with possessive strength that made it abundantly clear he had no intention whatsoever of letting his meal escape now that heâd finally been given permission to feast. You were completely trapped against his hard, overheated body, pinned there by nothing but raw strength and overwhelming devotion while the feverish heat of his face stayed buried between your legs. His tongue slapped relentlessly against your clit with hungry, rhythmic determination, each wet stroke landing harder than the last until your entire body shook like a leaf in a storm.
Pressure mounted so quickly your eyes watered. Your head spun violently. Your fingers clawed helplessly down his forearms, nails scraping over hard muscle as you searched desperately for something to hold onto while your body came apart in his grasp. Your toes curled painfully tight, your calves trembled, and your thighs squeezed his head with enough force that you could actually feel the violent quiver of your muscles vibrating against his skull. Instead of trying to free himself, he groaned into your pussy again, almost drunkenly delighted by the crushing pressure around his head as he lapped at you even harder.
Every broad sweep of his wet tongue slapped over your swollen clit before disappearing between the slick squish of your lips, and every filthy, eager slurp made another helpless moan tumble out of your mouth. You couldnât stop the needy little whines or the desperate mewls spilling from your lips as wave after wave of blistering heat surged through your pussy before racing up your spine like liquid lightning. Your fingers cramped. Your toes balled so tightly they hurt. Every muscle in your body drew taut beneath the relentlessly mounting weight of pleasure until you felt stretched to the absolute brink of shattering.
You never stood a chance. Your orgasm was climbing at a terrifying speed, building hotter and tighter with every greedy lick, every shameless suck, every bliss-drunk growl he buried into your pussy as he messily devoured you like the starving wolf heâd been trying so hard not to become all night. And GodâŚThe most intoxicating part of it all was knowing this beautiful, desperately hungry man was finally getting exactly what heâd been begging you for, feasting on you with the kind of wholehearted, ravenous joy that made your own pleasure burn even hotter.
You honestly didnât know how much more of Valko you could possibly take. Every greedy lick, every filthy slurp, every bliss-drunk growl vibrating straight into your pussy poured another wave of unbearable pleasure through your body until you could no longer tell where one sensation ended and the next began. Heat gathered low inside your belly, molten and heavy, tightening into an impossibly taut coil beneath your navel with every relentless sweep of his tongue. It grew hotter and tighter by the second, winding itself into something that felt almost alive inside you, and you knew with absolute certainty that if he didnât stop, which he clearly had no intention of doing, you were going to explode.
You should have kept your eyes shut. You should have surrendered completely to the pleasure and let it carry you wherever it wanted. Instead, driven by a reckless, greedy curiosity that refused to leave you alone, you forced yourself to look at him. Your entire body trembled with the effort as you struggled to bend your neck enough to find him, your thighs still locked tightly around the sides of his head while your nails remained buried in the hard muscle of his forearms. Your vision blurred beneath the pressure building behind your eyes, but you kept searching until you finally found him.
And thenâŚOh God. Oh, God. The moment your eyes met his, every coherent thought was obliterated. He was already looking at you. Those brilliant golden eyes were lifted from between your thighs, watching your face while his mouth stayed buried in your pussy, and the intensity behind that stare hit you harder than anything his tongue had done all night. It wasnât simply hunger anymore. It was possession. It was instinct. It was the raw, unguarded expression of a starving predator finally sinking into the meal heâd spent too long aching for, and somehow he still couldnât stop looking at you while he feasted.
His pupils had swallowed almost every trace of gold until his eyes looked dark and wild beneath the warm lights of the room. Sweat rolled slowly down the sharp ridge of his prominent brow bone, traced the hard angle of his cheekbone, and disappeared into the flush covering his face while his jaw worked between your thighs with greedy determination. His expression was completely ruined by bliss, yet there was nothing careless about the way he watched you. He looked at you like you were everything. His prey. His prize. His reward. His food. Every filthy, ravenous sound he made against your pussy only made that realization sink deeper into your bones, and the overwhelming intensity pouring off him hit you with such force that it felt as though someone had struck you with lightning.
A broken sob escaped your lips before you even realized you were crying. Your head rolled helplessly backward as your spine arched so violently it cracked beneath the strain, and the white-hot coil burning inside your belly finally snapped. It didnât unravel. It detonated. Pleasure ripped through your body with catastrophic force, crashing over you in wave after wave until you couldnât tell where your body ended and the orgasm began.
âIâm cumming!â You screamed at the top of your lungs, the words tearing themselves from your throat without the slightest trace of restraint.
Your entire body convulsed inside the iron lock of his arms, every muscle seizing at once while violent tremors tore through you from head to toe. Your hands shook uncontrollably as your nails dug deeper into his forearms, clawing desperately at the hard muscle beneath your fingertips as though he were the only thing anchoring you to the earth while heaven completely consumed you.
âIâm cumming so hard!â You cried again, your voice cracking into breathless sobs as another crushing pulse of pleasure ripped through your pussy and straight into the pit of your stomach.
Every involuntary squeeze around his tongue seemed to pull another greedy sound from him, and feeling him shamelessly drinking in every wave of your orgasm only made the pleasure burn even hotter. Your thighs locked tight around his head with trembling desperation, your hips jerked helplessly in his grasp, and your entire body shook so violently you could barely draw another breath.
âOh God, have mercy!â You begged, âshit! Valâ! F-fuck! Valko!â
Your orgasm tore through you so completely that it drowned out everything else. It crashed over your body in violent, relentless waves, wringing every last ounce of strength from your muscles until you couldnât tell where you ended and the pleasure began. Your pussy fluttered and clenched uncontrollably around every furious slap of Valkoâs tongue, each involuntary squeeze earning another bliss-drunk groan against your soaked corr that you barely even registered. You never felt the way his broad shoulders began trembling beneath your thighs. You never heard the loud, helpless moan that finally tore itself from his chest as he lost himself with you. The only thing your overwhelmed mind could comprehend was the overwhelming rush of heat pouring through your body, wave after glorious wave crashing into one another until you couldnât breathe, couldnât think, couldnât even remember your own name.
You simply let him have you. You let him ride out every last pulse of your orgasm with the same greedy hunger heâd been pouring into you from the very first lick. Your thighs shook violently around his head while your hips twitched helplessly against his mouth, your body surrendering completely as he shamelessly drank in every little spasm and every trembling squeeze your pussy gave him.
By the time the last wave finally began loosening its grip on you, your muscles had turned to jelly. Only then did you feel his enormous arms carefully lowering you. The world slowly tilted as he eased you back down onto the couch with surprising gentleness, still holding you securely until your back met the cushions. Your body landed like a completely boneless puddle, limp and trembling from head to toe, every nerve still humming with the lingering aftershocks of what heâd just done to you.
A breathless laugh bubbled out before you could stop it. Your lips stretched into the dopiest grin as you stared up at the ceiling, watching the brilliant little fireworks dancing across your vision slowly begin to fade. Sweat clung warmly to your skin, your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, and your entire body continued trembling in tiny, helpless shivers that refused to stop. Your brain felt completely fried, cooked through by heat and pleasure until your thoughts drifted sluggishly through your head like warm molasses. Even your heartbeat seemed impossibly loud, pounding inside your chest and echoing between your ears while every sense remained wrapped in the hazy glow of euphoric exhaustion.
âH-holy shitâŚâ You laughed between uneven breaths, âh-holyâŚW-wowâŚâ
Another disbelieving laugh escaped you as you pressed a shaky hand over your forehead.
âYouâre fucking incredible, you beastâŚâ You swallowed another ragged breath before grinning even wider, âGod, againâŚI-I want it againâŚâ
It took every ounce of strength you had left just to push yourself up onto your forearms. Your arms quivered beneath your own weight as you finally managed to lift your head, blinking through the pleasant haze still clouding your vision while you tried to focus on Valko. He was still kneeling exactly where youâd left him. Panting. Trembling.
His face was flushed such a deep shade of red it spread all the way down his neck and disappeared across the broad expanse of his sweat-slick chest. His hair clung damply to his forehead, his lips hung slightly parted as he struggled to catch his breath, and he honestly looked as though someone had dropped an entire truck on top of him. His broad shoulders continued rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths while he stared somewhere unfocused, completely dazed by whatever had just happened to him.
âAre youââŚâ The question died in your throat.
Your eyes drifted lower. Then lower still. Your brows slowly pulled together. The front of his tailored slacks was soaked. Not just damp. There was a large, unmistakable wet patch spread across the expensive fabric, dark against the material where the obnoxious bulge that had been straining there only moments ago had noticeably softened. The heavy outline youâd been teasing earlier had shrunk considerably now, and for several bewildering seconds your pleasure-fogged brain simply refused to connect what your eyes were seeing. Confusion washed over you. Then, piece by piece, the impossible realization began settling into place. Just before he finally said it out loud.
âI-I came,â he panted, the confession spilling out between ragged breaths as though he still couldnât quite believe it himself.
His broad hands dropped heavily onto the tops of his thighs, fingers spreading there while his shoulders continued rising and falling beneath the effort of catching his breath. Sweat glistened across the hard planes of his chest, and his auburn hair had fallen into a damp, hopeless mess over his forehead. When his exhausted golden eyes finally lifted back to yours, there was something almost endearingly vulnerable behind them. The confident teasing, the cocky grin, the shameless flirting, it had all melted away, leaving behind a man who looked thoroughly dazed by what had just happened. A tired, breathless laugh escaped him as he shook his head in complete disbelief.
âHoly fuckâŚâ He breathed, still trying to process it himself, âI just came from thatâŚâ
Another incredulous laugh slipped out as he rubbed a weary hand over his flushed face before looking back at you with wide-eyed amazement.
âWowâŚâ He marveled at the absurdity of it all, âI didnât even touch myselfâŚâ
For a heartbeat, neither of you said anything. Then the realization landed all at once.
âThatâs insaneâŚâ The words left both of you at nearly the same time, and the silence immediately shattered beneath shared laughter.
It poured out of you helplessly, bright and breathless, still broken around the lingering tremors of your orgasm while he doubled over with an equally exhausted laugh of his own. You could barely look at him without laughing harder. There he was; the intimidating chairman of EonCore Tech, the enormous werewolf who looked capable of tearing through steel with his bare hands, completely flushed, thoroughly spent, and looking almost sheepish because heâd gotten so overwhelmed by eating you out that heâd climaxed without ever laying a hand on himself.
God. He looked so beautifully, ridiculously wrecked. The sight warmed something far deeper than the lingering heat still humming through your body. It wasnât just thrilling anymore. It was strangely tender. The vulnerability on his face, the utter lack of embarrassment in admitting exactly what had happened, and the boyish disbelief written all over his expression made your chest tighten with unexpected affection.
Your laughter gradually softened into warm, lingering smiles as your eyes met across the small distance between you. The room still carried the scent of sweat, wine, grilled meat, and the undeniable aftermath of everything the two of you had just shared, while the music continued playing quietly in the background as though nothing extraordinary had happened at all. Yet everything felt different. The teasing. The flirting. The walls youâd spent so long hiding behind. Somewhere between your laughter and his honest confession, they had quietly fallen away.
And as you looked at the gorgeous, exhausted man kneeling between your legs with swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and eyes still shining every time they found yours, one thought settled comfortably into your heart: Tomorrowâs date suddenly didnât feel like nearly enough.
valko, on the other hand, while he oozes charisma and sex appeal, i like to think heâs actually a bit of a shy boy in front of the love of his life.
this big bad wolfie is all bark and zero bite (well, unless you ask nicely!). all that experience and easy charm he has go flying out the window when youâre close.
you sneak your hand into his while the two of you are walking on your date. he almost jumps three feet into the air, but then he quickly collects himself and his signature smirk is back before heâs swinging your joined hands back and forth, a skip in his step.
âcan i try yours?â you ask, eyeing his plate at the restaurant heâs taken you to.
âof course baby, whatever you want,â and then he moves to slide his food over so itâs closer to you, but then you grab his wrist to maneuver his fork into your mouth.
âyum!â you squeal, still chewing before you go back to your own entree, not realizing valkoâs red all the way up to his ears. âwanna try mine?â
you put your own fork out, saying âahhhâ to prompt him to open his mouth. heâs just blinking at you likeâ
brb, brain.exe has stopped working.
then later, at the mall, you drag your poor boyfriend around from store to store and heâs carrying all your bags. but then you get to the perfume section of a department store.
âpick for me?â
âme?â then heâs grinning, suppressing the urge to let his tail pop out and start wagging it like crazy.
âyeah, i want you to like my scent,â and then youâre leaning against his shoulder and he wants to scream he loves you so much. he loves your natural scent already, but the fact youâre asking this of him makes him so freaking happy.
and you try one he picks out, spritz it on, and he gets adorably flustered when you tilt your chin up, allowing him a full view of the column of your throat. âwhat do you think?â
âbaaabeâŚâ he groans into his hands, âyouâre killinâ me here.â
Description: Valko is tired and struggling to finish his office work, maybe you can help? (With your mouth!!!) (After the HJ/BJ this turns into spanking/implied sex in his office elevator...I...)
WC: 5.9k
After I put together my Valko masterlist, I started writing this immediately after I realized none of my Valko works include sucking him off. HEINOUS. Forgive me in the form of this work. Enjoy!
DUDE FUCK ME I KEEP GOING OVER MY BLURB WC CAP AND THEN AM JUST LIKE FUCK IT TIME TO KEEP GOING!!! đŠ
In the low light of his high-rise opulent office, you turn your attention away from the large window and from gazing out into the cityâs dim, sparkling lights when you hear Valko sigh deeply.
Driven to soothe any displeasure you hear from him, you walk over immediately. âMmâŚâ You let your hands smooth over his shoulders and down his chest, leaning into and over his right shoulder, your lips landing on his cheek, âAre you tired, baby?â
He sighs again, and while still deep and defeated, thereâs a sense of relief in that same sigh from receiving your touch. âSo fucking tired, pup.â
âMmmâŚâ Your lips press into his cheek again, slower and more intentional, âIâm so sorry, babe.â His right hand reaches up to clasp around yours thatâs smoothed out over his chest. Leaning further into him, pressing your chest into his shoulder, your lips find his jaw, âDoes it console you to know you look extremely handsome right now?â
âHmmâŚâ He lets out a light laugh, tilting in the direction of your touch, âOnly a little.â
Leaning back, your lips touch his ear and offer up a sultry whisper, causing his hand to squeeze yours tighter, âJust a little?â
âMhmm.â His eyes close, a happy hum sounding from his throat, âYou should keep...complimenting meâŚhm?â
âOh, awh,â you coo playfully, rubbing over his chest with your free left hand not clasped in his, âdoes someone need words of affirmation to get his work done so we can go home?â
âMhm, I do.â His head leans back onto your left shoulder, a grin making its way onto his lips, his eyes still closed, âEspecially from youâŚâ
âOh, yeah?â He lets go of your right hand, his hands flattening over his desk while he leans further back into his chair.
âMmhmâŚâ He rubs the back of his head on your shoulder, his face tilting toward your neck as his nose and lips brush against your skin.
âMmm, okay, then, where to start?â With your right hand now free, using your index finger, you draw a line from beneath and over his adamâs apple until you reach his jaw, causing him to shudder. You muse sarcastically, âHm, this will be difficult...â
He swallows under the touch of your finger, âOh, shush you.â You smile and bring your hand back to his chest, turning your head toward him to leave a small kiss on his forehead.
âYouâre so smart and kindâŚhonest, handsomeâŚâ He hums, still rubbing against your shoulder. You let your right hand squeeze his pec over the soft, smooth material of his sleek suit, âYouâre so big and strongâŚâ
Smiling with his eyes closed, he lets out a more gravely hum, âMhmâŚâ
Flattening both of your hands against his chest again, âYou also happen to look super fucking sexy in this suitâŚâ
âOh, yeah?â Tilting into you, he nuzzles into your neck with his nose, âYou like me all cleaned up, hm?â
âMhmâŚâ Your lips touch his forehead again, âYou know I like you wild, more. Specifically in workout clothes.â He laughs quietly, the corners of his eyes crinkling, âButâŚsometimesâŚyeah, I do.â You bring your right hand up to his tie, loosening it, âI really do...â
You let go of his tie and bring your right hand back toward his neck, the tips of your fingers reaching his adamâs apple again, each word an affectionate whisper you share near his ear, âYouâre charitableâŚhumbleâŚdecisiveâŚfunnyâŚso lovingâŚâ
He sighs more openly, happily, âMmmâŚâ
âYouâre so romanticâŚyour dick isââ
His laugh interrupts you, lifting his head off your shoulderâhe needs to focus. âOkay, there, pup.â
As he sits up, your left hand still on his chest comes up higher, your right still on his neck. Letting both of your hands glide to his shoulders, you lightly massage his traps, âYour tongue feels amazingâŚso do your handsâŚâ He groans at your touchâat your words, âDonât even get me started onââ
He interrupts again, his voice low, âOkayâI donât know how this h-helping me finish my work at this pointâŚâ
You hum, continuing to massage, âYou asked for my affirmationsâŚIâm just giving them to youâŚâ Running your hands off his traps and down to the sides of his shoulders, you squeeze, leaning your face back in toward his neck, âYou feel absolutely amazing inside me, your cock is perfectâŚâ
His hands slide off his desk and onto his lap, leaning back into you again, his voice a quiet groan, âMmm, yeah?â
âMmhmâŚoh, yeah.â You place a soft kiss against his neck, smiling when you feel goosebumps raise on his skin, âI wish it was in me now, actually, in the back of stretch.â
He twitches in his seat, sinking deeper into the chair, his legs kicking out slightly underneath his desk, âMmmphâŚfuckâthat sounds niceâŚâ
âMhmâŚdoesnât it?â You part your lips, sucking briefly on a particular spot on his neck you know he loves, âI love it when you canât keep your hands off me on the way homeâŚâ
You let yourself more fervently attack his neck with your mouth, your teeth biting into his skin, âD-definitely not helping meânnghâfocus on workâŚâ
âMmmphâŚâ You continue to sink into his neck. He tastes so goodâŚsmells so good⌠Breaking away from his neck with a small gasp, you speak suddenly into his skin, âI want you in my mouthâŚâ
He moans, the feeling of your mouth even if gone, still lingering. Heâs now left to picture your mouth doing something else. âY-youââ
You bite his neck softly before speaking into his skin again, âShh, itâll helpââ
He interrupts, groaning, âWith w-what exactly?â
âOh, definitely not your work, butâmmmââ You slip your right hand down his torso and along his absâthat you can feel even through a jacket and dress shirtâeventually landing at the edge of his hard cock thatâs straining in his slacks.
âItâll help this go awayââ you palm his length, rubbing him slowly with your hand, âandâŚâ your lips find his neck again for a soft, slow kiss, âitâll help quell my need for your cock inside me just a little longer, hm?â He finally lets out loud moan, craning his neck slightly in the opposite direction of your mouth to allow your lips more access to his skin, âLet you get back to work, hm?â
Groaning expressly now, you smile as you watch his chest rise and fall quickly, âMmm, you make such tempting offers, pup.â
Your lips touch the edge of his ear, âI know, right? Mmmâlook at thisââ With the space given to you at the behest of the material of his slacks, you grab his length, âFrom just a few compliments, huh?â Letting the palm of your hand rub against him again, âBe a good boy and relax for me, okay?â He starts to tilt his hips up in his chair, âI love watching you pant and struggle when I touch your cockânnghâso sexyâŚâ
âMmhmâs-shitâŚâ
âDo me a favor an unbutton your pants for me, hm? Sâhard to reachâŚâ
He does just as you ask, and quick, too. As soon as you can see him, you let out a gaspâit doesnât matter how many times you see his cock. Eagerly, having to press against his back with your body to reach, you let your hand wrap just under the head of his cock. âIâm so fucking wet from just talking about it let alone doing itâIâm soaked nowâŚâ With a gentle but intentional grasp, you let your hand fall closer to the base before making it back up to the same spot, deliberately not touching the head of his cock.
His voice shakes, âB-babyâm-my godâŚâ
âMmhm, lookâlook how pretty you are in my hand, handsome. So big too, mmmâfuckââ
Gasping, he does what you say and watches, âH-holy shitâŚyour handâŚâ
âGood boy, thatâs itâŚjust relaxâyou work so hard, baby.â You kiss his neck again and he groans, âIâll make it all better, hm?â
âMmhmânnghâoh m-my godââ
Releasing him from your hand, he groans at the loss, âDo me another favor, handsome, lick my hand for me, hm?â As soon as you ask, he lets out a moan that sounds more like a whimper when you hold your hand in front of his face. Again, doing just as you ask, he licks a flat stripe up the center of your palm. âSuch a good boy for me, arenât you? Thank you, baby.â He moans again before you can even touch him.
Returning to him, you let your hand grip the center of his length, slow in how you move up toward his tip, your palm gently grazing over the sides of the head of his cock before smoothing back down toward the base. âFuck meâb-babyâIââ
âShh, you said youâre tired. Just relax, yeah?â He nods, trying to fight small whimpers and groans as you work him in your hand, intentionally letting the edge of your touch reach just under his tip without actually going over it again.
Suddenly, you let him go again and he groans louder this time, âTurn around, handsome.â You step back from his chair, and without missing a beat, heâs pushing away from the desk with his hands and using his feet to spin his office chair around to face you. âGood boy, such a good listener.â Finally getting a good look at his face, heâs completely flushed, a cute red hue cresting over his cheeks and ears. Offering him a coy smile, you sink down onto your knees, using your hands on his own for support.
âSâpretty, my fucking godâcan barely stand to look at you, pup.â He sinks forward in his seat, allowing his hips and thighs to come forward as you take up the space between his spread legs.
Slowlyâdelicatelyâyou let your hand wrap around the base, bringing your tongue to barely graze the underside of his tip. âMmmâl love your cockâjust look at itâŚâ
Unbuttoning the jacket of his suit to allow himself more room to breathe, âF-fuckâŚb-babyââ
Eager, you let your tongue run a slow, long striped lick from base to tip, âMmmâŚâ You scoot in and hover your mouth over him, letting a thin strand of saliva from your watering mouth spill over the head of his cock.
His hands quickly wrap around the armrests of his chair, âOh my godââ
âMmhmâsuch a good boy for me.â With your fingers coiled in the shape of him, you push from his tip down, applying the gentlest squeeze as you work your way back down to his base.
His chest heaving, his cock now slick with your spit, âP-pleaseâŚâ
After offering several strokes of your hand, you tilt forward and kiss just underneath his tip, your tongue poking out to tease him, âMm, please what, handsome?â
He speaks through a broken pant, âPlease p-put m-me in your mouthânnghââ
âMmm, hold my hair for me.â With his thighs trembling, he leans forward, affectionately running his hands over and through your hair to collect it all into a loose ponytail. Holding your hair in one hand, he relaxes back into his chair. âThank you, baby.â After letting your tongue repeatedly glide over his frenulum until heâs gasping and bucking his hips, âMmm, all you had to do was ask, handsome.â
Slowly, you let your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue amply wetting the underside of his length as you push down carefully. Your eyes flutter at the taste of him and he instantly moans before you can truly get anywhere.
Humming against him, you take more, careful to let your tongue make short movements as your lips drag against his length while staring up at him. âYour e-eyes, f-fuckâstop looking at m-me like thatânngh!â
âMmhmmâŚâ Your less than subtle vocalization sends his hips forward, the pressure of him going deeper and stretching your mouth around him instantly sending a throb through your cunt. Moaning at the pressure of him, his hand tightens its grasp around your hair.
âSâprettyâlove stretching your mouth open, doll.â You moan against him, obsessed with the feeling, your eyes growing dewy at the stretch. With impatience to have him cum down your throat, you grip his base in your hand as you move your mouth forward and back along his length, deliberate in the pressure from your tongue.Â
Youâve never been able to take the whole of him in your mouth, it most likelyâand more so quite literallyâimpossible, but it was always fun to try. Past moving forward and back eagerly, you sink into him, his tip wedging into the soft palate at the back of your throat. âAhâcareful, pup. Donât hurt yourselfâslow d-downââ you lightly shake your head, both to simulate his tip squeezed into the entrance of your throat and to try and get just a little bit more of him into your throat, ânngh, f-fuck!â
After hearing a small gag, he pulls you back using your hair until your mouth pops off him with a gasp. When you whine, he gives you a knowing look, his chest heaving dramatically. Heâs always worried about hurting you. Giving him a look with your eyes that says âFine,â you take his tip in your mouth again, letting your hand do a lot of the other work as it meets your mouth at a consistent pace until heâs moaning againâthe feeling of your lips wrapped around him, sucking while applying a gentle teasing pressure with your tongue, and your hand stroking him too much.
Staring up at him, you slow the stroke of your hand as you let your tongue rest needily against the underside of his tip before swiping back and forth. âAre you gonna give me your cum, handsome?â
Moaning while his hand tightens his grasp on your hair again, âM-mhmmâŚyesâf-fuckâŚsâgoodââ
Working your hand a bit faster again, you let your tongue return to teasing the head of his cock. âGood boy, thatâs it.â When his head tilts back and he looks away from you, âUh-uh, handsome. Look at me when I make you cum.â With his free hand not holding your hair, his knuckles go white against the arm of his chair and he nods helplessly, swallowing harshly after a whimper breaks past his lips. Offering the flat of your tongue to him and between gentle taps of the head of his cock against your tongue supported by your hand, âMhmâŚrightâŚhereâŚâ
As his gaze is wholly fixated on your inviting mouth, his brows knit deeply, âOhâh-holy shitâmâgonnaââ before he can finish his warning, his first rope of cumâhot and deliciousâshoots neatly across your tongue, and as soon as it does, youâre wrapping your lips back around him and taking as much of him as you can, loving the feeling of his twitching cock in your mouth. âNnghâf-fuckâpupâ!âÂ
With your eyes practically rolling back, you push until you canât anymore, âMmmphââ You relish in the subsequent spurts of his cum that glide easily down the back of your throat.
Letting go of your hair, both of his hands come around the sides of your head, trying to control the buck of his hips forward while also trying to stop you from pushing beyond your limit, helpless moans falling with each twitch and rope of cum he offers your mouth. âM-my godâbabyây-youââ You ignore him, swallowing all that youâre given.
After youâre sure heâs finished completely, you let your mouth pop off his length with a gasp and a bit of spit pooling at the corners of your mouth, âOh my god, you taste so fucking perfect.â Still holding him and stroking gently, you let your tongue tease the underside of his tip again, daring and desiring to push him to his wits end.
His thighs twitch, âH-hey!â
You grin, âWhat?â You lick slower.
âS-stop it, y-youânnghââ
âI canât help myself, sâgoodâlet me finish cleaning you off, make sure thereâs nothing leftââ You let your tongue return to his base, licking to his tip again.
âYou definitelyânnghâpupâ!â He wants to flick you, remind you that you absolutely got him for all heâs worth, but he doesnâtâa part of him very much enjoying the fun of overstimulation you long to cause him.
You moan, but finally stop licking him, âSâfun thoughâŚplaying with youâŚâ
Completely breathless, âGod, youâre a m-menaceâŚâ
You smile, kissing under his tip again, âJust for you, handsome.â
He leans down and into you when you finally take your hand off him. Letting go of your hair and gripping your face with both of his hands instead, he lets out a low growl but still smiles, his eyes flicking between your lips and eyes. âSâfucking naughty, pup. Mmm, I love you.â
âI loveââ He doesnât let you finish, crashing his lips onto yours instead. You fight a smile, accepting the passion behind his kiss as he exhales deeply from his nose. You release a light moan into his mouth as he pushes his tongue into your mouth and against yours. Still holding your face, he breaks away, groaning before he pecks your nose with his lips. âI love you, handsome.â
âMmmâIâm gonna bite you.â
âW-what!?â You giggle, trying to pull your face away but he holds you in place, bringing his lips to your cheek for a short kiss before he softly nips your skin. âY-youâ!â
Watching you carefully while he sits back, he tucks his cock back into his slacks. Without another word, he stands up from his chair and is quick to hook both of his hands underneath your armpits, yanking you off the ground and into his body. âB-babeâ!â
He chuckles, bending down and wrapping his arms around your thighs and under your ass, promptlyâand easilyâthrowing you over his shoulder. You release a sharp giggle, âH-hey, what are y-youââ
Fighting a smile, he keeps his tone as serious as he can, âYouâre coming with me.â
Giggling with your head hanging past and behind him near his back, âAnd where may I ask, you gentle brute?â
His voice actually becomes serious, carrying a slight grit, âThe stretch. So I can fuck you in the back, like you wantâlike I want.â
âNnghâmmmâw-what about work?â
âFuck work. Can wait until tomorrow.â
You watch the floor as you dangle and notice his consistent pace straight for the exit. âMy affirmations didnât work, then.â
âOh, they worked all right.â He offers a light spank to your ass thatâs over his shoulder, causing you to giggle and gasp.
Hitting the button of the elevator in his office, he keeps you over his shoulder until youâre both standing in the small space and the doors close. Carefully, he sets you down back onto your feet.
Wasting no time, he grips both of your wrists, lifting your arms up and pressing themâand youâagainst the side wall of the elevator. His height, his presence, his demeanor, his warmthâeverything about him is intimidating and domineering, but what really makes you break is that you know the sweet man beneath all of that.
Peering down at you caught between him and the wall, âYou got really hot for me really fast, hm?â He smirks, âWas it the suit?â
âMmmânnghâit d-definitely contributedâŚâ
âGood, Iâll leave it on when I fuck you in aboutââ he glances over his shoulder toward the descending number displaying within the elevator, making a quick calculation for how long itâll be until youâre both actually in the car, âfour minutes.â
âF-fuckââ you whine, trying to arch into him under his grasp, âhow aboutâŚright here, in the elevator, hm?â
âI thought you wanted it in the back of the stretch?â He overlaps your wrists so he can hold them up in just his left hand, providing an easier ability to lean down and into you, his face moving past yours until his lips are right next to your ear, whispering, âDonât tell me you changed your mind, pretty girl.â
âWho said I d-did? A girl canât have two wants, hm?â
âFuckinâ hellâŚyouâre trying to drain me, huh?â
âAlwaysââ his teeth sink into your neck, ânnghâah!âÂ
âWhatever my princess wantsâŚâ He pulls his face from your neck, his face in front of yours, a cunning look in his eyes as youâre panting. Keeping youâand your armsâin place, heâs tall enough to lean away slightly and knock his right fist into the emergency stop button in the elevator.
Returning to you, his body pressing back into yours, his lips inching closer and closer, âShe gets.â
From the look in his eyes, a chill of anticipatory nerves shoots up your spine, a small laugh escaping into the confined space youâre both now stuck in, âW-waitâValââ
He shakes his head lightly, âMm-mm, my turnâmmmphâŚâ His lips land on yours in a way that leaves you breathless. You whine when he pulls away, âMaybe I really should wear this more often, hm?â You shake your head at him, panting. âOh, no? And why is that, baby?â
He pulls your arms up just a little higher, the stretch causing your back to arch as your chest presses beneath his, âNnghââÂ
He doesnât need your confirmation and easily puts two and two together himself. âOh, I see.â He kisses the corner of your mouth, âYou like itâs rarity. Like a special treat, hm?â
You smile, small pants and another light laugh escaping, âMmhmâŚâ
âMmmâŚâ His lips trail kisses along your jaw, âGood to know.â With his right hand, his fingertips dig into your hip, his torso giving you some space as he nuzzles into your neck, his lips soft and slow. âYou know, I like what you wear when you join me here, too.â Trapped beneath his grasp, you moan to the feeling of his lips on your neckâhis teeth grazing your skin. âLittle Miss Hunter in a pencil skirt and blouse, go figure.â
âOh, y-yeah?â
âVery much so, pup. Youâre sexy in everythingââ His lips get closer to your ear, âYouâre especially sexy in absolutely nothing, thatâs my favorite,â pressing his parted lips back into your neck, âbutââ you gasp when you feel his tongue run a short distance over your skin, âI do like this studious, corporate look on you, too, canât lie.â
Wiggling against his grasp, wanting to touch him, âIs that s-so, handsome?â
âMhm, I donât know,â he laughs quietly into your skin, âyou look like you might hit me with a ruler or somethingââ
âW-what!?â As he pulls his face out from your neck, you both laugh. You quirk your brow at him, âIs someone looking to get punished, hm?â
âMaybeâŚâ His right hand on your hip comes up to gently grip your chin, âDo I get to punish you back?â
Letting your eyes flick down to his lips, âDressed like you are now, most definitely.â
He gets a bit closer, leaving an intentional space between your lips, âOh, yeah?â
You provide a short, slow nod, tilting your head off the wall as much as youâre able to get closer to his lips, âMhmâŚbend me over your lapâŚspank me redâŚâ
With his lips practically touching yours but still not offering a kiss, âMmmâmaybe we should go to the stretchâŚâ
You lean your head back against the wall, tilting your hips forward toward him, âI meanâI would love to get bent over your thighs, butâthereâs also a perfectly good elevator wall I could lean against thatâs much closerâŚâ
His index finger and thumb tighten their grasp on your chin, âMm, thatâs very true, pup.â Staring down at your lips before meeting your eyes again, âThat little spank on your mind, hm?â
You bite your bottom lip, âNnghây-yesâŚâ
âYouâre sânaughtyâI really shouldnât take you to work...just trying to find an excuse to suck my cock, huh? Distract me?â
âN-noââ
âDonât lie, baby.â He gives you a short, quick kiss, one that leaves you whining and wanting more. âI think youâve been lying in wait each time Iâve brought you, trying to find a good time to get on your knees, hm?â
You try to get closer to his lips again but he doesnât let you, âM-maybeâŚâ
âFuckâIâm weak, I lied.â You let out a breathy laugh at his inability to stand firm. He responds with a short chuckle before his voice calms and becomes more serious, âIâll keep bringing youâŚmaybe make you stay under my desk. Would you like that?â
The thought of being trapped under his desk with nowhere else to go makes your knees buckle, âOhâmmhmây-yesââÂ
A smirk plays on his lips, âThought so.â Bringing his lips back to yours, heâs deliberate with the pace he sets in deepening the kiss, teasing you and testing your patience.
Suddenly breaking away, his voice becomes a growl, âFuck, I can smell how wet you are.â Heâs hurriedly pressing his lips against yours, eliciting a moan that breaks into the air when he pulls away, âGod, I wanna taste you so bad right now butâI think you want something else, hm?â You nod desperately, âMmânghâfine.â Heâs always happy to give you whatever you want, but itâd be a lie to deny that fighting against his need to taste you was immensely challengingâŚ
âLater, youâll let me taste you, yeah? Mmmâsit on my face, maybe?â Despite the loud moan occurring to the thought, you smile and nod, âGoodâyouâre not allowed to forget, okay?â
âMhmâI w-wonâtânnghââ
Leaning down, his right hand lands above your knee and his fingers grip the hem of your skirt, yanking it up considerably, its tight structure clinging to the back of your ass and thighs as he uses his hand to drag the front of the material up, and up. Heâs tall enough that his left hand clamped around your wrists never has to move.
Letting his hand slip between your thighs, his middle and ring finger press against your slit, quick to feel the wetness that easily seeped through the material of your panties while you sucked his cock, âGosh, pup. Is this just from having my cock in your mouth?â
You nod desperately, âNnghây-yesâŚâ
âThatâs sâfucking hot, my god.â His fingers find your clit, offering a slow and slight circular motion over the cotton, âYou werenât lying, hm? You love my cock, huh?â
âS-so muchâf-fuckââ
He canât help but smile, enjoying the look of desperation on your face thatâs typically to be found on his own, âI should choke you with it more often, then.â
âYes p-please, oh my godââ
He lets his lips brush teasingly against yours, whispering, âI like when youâre a bit of mess, slobbering on meâtrying to take as much as you canâit was sâfucking hot.â
âMmhmânnghââ
âMmmâŚyouâre so fucking cute, why didnât you tell me about this little fantasy, hm?â He slows the drag of his fingers, âYou want the Chairman to take you into his elevator after abusing your mouth to spank you then fuck you silly, hm?â
âValâh-holy shitââ
âMm-mm, no backing out now, pup. Not when Iâve got you right where I want youâŚâ Pushing underneath the top hem of your panties, âWhy donât youâŚbeg a little, hm?â
âP-pleaseââ A sudden gasp interrupts your sentence when his fingers spread your slit.
He tsks, âAwh, pup, you can do better than that. Much better. Come on, now, let me hear it.â He lets his fingers collect a considerable amount of wetness from your entrance before gliding back up to land on your clit.
âValânnghââ
âThatâs Chairman to you, missy.â A loud moan rips from your chest and youâre sure if he wasnât holding you up, you wouldâveâwithout a doubtâcollapsed onto the floor on the elevator.
âFuckingâoh my godâV-ValââÂ
He tsks at you again, his voice more commanding after the initial sound, âAh, ah. What did I just say?â
âMmmânnghâChairman will youâf-fuckâp-put your hands on me, p-please?â
He smiles, his lips teasing the edge of your jaw while the tip of his middle finger teases your clit, âCute, good start, pup. Keep going.â
âMmphây-youââ
âGo on, you can do it, baby.â
âFuck! NnghâI w-want you to spank meâspank me p-please. I wanna feel your hands all over meââ
âGood girl.â
âI-I canâtâp-pleaseâI n-need you to spank meââ His voice is a quiet hum, a groan slipping out of his mouth while he teases your clit, waiting for more. âFuckâChairman p-pleaseâI w-want you to spank m-me sâfucking badlyââtil Iâm cryingâ I-Iââ
Suddenly, his hand slips out from your panties and you release a sharp whine, âMmmâŚturn around, let me hear a little more, yeah?â Shakily, with the little room thatâs available between him and the wall, you turn the small circle to face the wall. âThatâs itâŚput your hands on the wall for me.â
For some reason, the lack of an affectionate pet phrase he uses with you nearly every other sentence being missing from the last two sends a throb deep inside your cunt. He was playing into the fantasy and doing so exceptionally well.
Moaning, you do as he says, your palms flat against the cool metal near your shoulders, your elbows down and bent. âValââÂ
âAhâŚâ His hands land on your hips, dragging you back while pressing his hips forward against your assâhis cock already painfully hard again and easily felt through both his slacks and your skirt.
Your voice is a shudder against the wall, âS-shitâC-Chairmanâare you gonna spank m-me, hm?â
âMmmâŚeventuallyâŚâ Each time he drives his hips forward, heâs tugging you back slightly, causing you to slip further and further down and against the wall until youâre properly bent over in front of him.
âP-pleaseâI need itâI need it s-so fucking badââ
His voice is stern, âI can see that.â
âIâm s-sorry for distracting y-youâI c-canât help myselfânnghââÂ
âSo cuteâŚâ He easily slips back into his loving self hearing you apologize, but a slight edge still remains in his voice, âItâs okay, baby, I know you canât.â
âMhmâyouâre too sexyânnghââ
He lets his hands slip up and away from your hips, smoothing them over your back, âMmhmâŚâ
âP-please when you are gonnaââ
Playing back into it, âShh, have some patience, missy.â His hands glide back down to your hips.
Your legs shake, âF-fuckâmmmphâŚâ
âSânaughtyâŚI wish you told me this sooner, pup. Look at youââ he groans, his fingertips sinking into the fabric of your skirt on your hips, âwiggling your cute ass against meâŚyou really want a good spanking, hm?â
âY-yes, yes! Pleaseâoh m-my godââÂ
His chuckle his low, his fingertips still teasing you and not reacting the way you want them to. âSo impatient, pup. Isnât that part of this little dynamic, I have the power, no?â
âY-yes, you d-doâŚâ
âThen be a good girl for me, yeah? I donât wanna have to punish you worse than Iâm already going to.â His hips drive forward again, his hard cock grinding into you, âWellâŚmaybe thatâs what you want.â
âMmhmâf-fuck yesâh-holy shit Iâmââ In quick succession, his hips pull off you and his left hand comes down on your ass, hard. âMmmâ! Oh m-my godââ
âSâcuteâŚâ Youâre already trembling against the wall from a single smack, wanting infinitely more then what you just received.
Desiring to see what kind of reaction you can elicit, âChairmanânnghâI k-know you can do b-better than that, hm?â
âOh, is that right? Not hard enough for my princess, huh?â
âMm-mmââ He lets his left hand grope you over your skirt.
âGotta work up to that, pup. Donât you worryâŚâ His hand comes down again on the same cheek, harder but intentionally so not as hard as youâre asking for. âWeâll get there.â
âNnghâmhmây-yes pleaseâŚâ
âSo needy for a good spanking, arenât you?â Before you can mumble an agreement, his hand comes down again on your right cheek this time, the hardest yet.
âAhâ! Mmmphââ Panting and growing in satisfaction, you let the side of your face press against the wall.
âI havenât even taken your skirt off yet, pup. Be patient.â He lets his fingers graze over the spot he just spanked, a little push into your flesh through the fabric from his fingertips driving a whine out from you. âGood girl.â
âVaâChairmanâp-pleaseâmoreâI w-wantââ His hand cocks back further, coming back down much, much, harder against you. âMmph!â You let yourself moan loudly against the wall. âH-holy shitâmhmâj-just like thatâŚâ
He chuckles, his fingers delicately finding the small zipper on the back of your skirt. He pulls it down agonizingly slowlyâso slow that you start whining. âShush, you.â
âNnghâ!â
Once the zipper is at its end, both of his hands grip the material by your hips and he pulls your skirt down with a sharp tug, causing you to gasp. Once your skin is bare, he groans, letting go of your skirt and letting it dropâand stayâpooled around your ankles. âMmmâsâfucking prettyâŚI know I said you completely naked is my favorite, and it is,â his fingers slip underneath the edge of your thong and he pulls the material outward, âbut...this thong is fucking sexyâŚâ when he finishes speaking, he lets go and it snaps against your skin.
âM-my godâŚâ He lets both of his hands run down your skin, offering a grope and squeeze to both sides of your ass.
âSuch a good girl, staying in place for me.â
âMmhmâŚâ Letting his fingers rest on and tease your skin, you donât know when he may come down next. âP-pleaseâŚâ
âPlease what, pup?â
âSpank m-meânnghâfuckinâ pleaseâI needââ Changing the angle of his body, he switches from using his left hand and his right comes down hard against your skin. âY-yesâoh my godâyesâ!â It was harder with his dominant hand, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the elevator.
Releasing a light growl, his hand comes down in the same spot quickâtwice in a row. You let out a needy shriek as a result. Afterward, he smooths his large, warm palm over the spot turning a light pink. âI think youâre enjoying this a little too much, pup...you like being a bad girl, hm?â
Even without an active spank, you canât stop moaning, âMmhmây-yesââ
His voice carries an edge while he gropes you again, âI bet you want my cock inside you right nowâme to spank you during, huh?â
âMmhmâoh my godâyes p-pleaseânnghâ!â
âLet the Chairman spank you a little more then Iâll give you what you want, okay?â
***
Finally out of the high-rise and exiting from the first floor, once youâre both out the large glass double doors, heâs scooping you up bridal style and heading directly for the stretch. When he scoops you up, you giggle, happy to be in his arms, âThank you, handsome.â
He smiles at you warmly, âShouldnât have to walk after all that, princess.â
You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek, grinning at him, âYouâre a very generous Chairman, you know that?â
âMmm, you can tell me more about how generous I am in the stretch, yeah, baby?â
Some random Valko headcanons/drabbles for you
NSFW/Suggestive Version
On a hot summer day, you happen to notice Valko chugging a bottle of water. Not only do you notice the way his Adam's apple bobbing deliciously as he chugs the water, but you watch the way his fingers curl around the plastic bottle, squeezing it. There's water dribbling down his chin and onto his black tank top, wetting it to reveal his nipples, poking from the fabric. The sight looks so tantalising that you gulp loudly, only for him to notice and crush the bottle, discarding it. He licks his wet lips, baring his fangs to you, crawling closer towards you on the couch.
"Looks like someone else is thirsty."
You wake up one morning and shuffle into the kitchen, only to find a shirtless Valko hunched over the counter. His brows are furrowed in intense concentration as he studies the back of a cereal box. The moment he notices you, he straightens up, a dramatic pout already tugging at his lips. However, your eyes betray you, drifting to the loose sweatpants hanging low on his waist, exposing that mouthwatering v-line, suddenly wondering what it would be like to run your tongue along them.
"Baby, this cereal doesn't have those chocolate chunks in them."
Needless to say, you're getting him any and every kind of cereal with the chocolate chunks he likes.
Valko comes home late from work one day to find you already washing the dishes from dinner. Guilt settles heavily in his chest, his stupid meetings just running over time. With a quiet sigh, he tosses his coat over the nearest chair before rolling his sleeves to his elbows, planting himself right behind you.
You try your best to feign ignorance, but it gets increasingly difficult when his nose grazes your neck, taking in the slow, familiar breath. Your fingers freeze as you hold the soaked spatula, shutting your eyes. Before you even realize it, your head tilts ever so slightly, inviting him closer.
Valko wraps his arms around your waist to hold you as if you'd be the one to disappear. His hands memorize the way your body feels and buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hands tracing familiar paths along your sides, grounding themselves in the comfort of your presence, feeling the weight of his exhaustion melt away with something so simple as holding you.
He gets bolder, now tucking his hands inside your shirt, eager to run his hands over your supple skin.
He squeezes you a little tighter, eyes slipping shut, apologetically bursting into a chant of I'm sorryâŚm'sorry I missed dinner, honey. I missed youâŚI'm sorryâŚpeppering little kisses along your neck and on your shoulder.
Valko likes to use his teeth for everything. Whether it's opening a chocolate wrapper, the plastic cover of a straw, or⌠a condom packet.
He looks maddeningly beautiful above you while heâs nestled between your legs. He smiles wickedly down at you before placing the packet between his teeth.
While maintaining eye contact, Valko rips open the condom packet that's in his mouth, the sight so sinfully divine, it baffles you how such a simple action could look so devastatingly beautiful.
"Don't worry, I'll go gentle on ya." His words are muffled, yet you catch every syllable, your cheeks warming at the promise. Y
our hands reach out to him, running your fingers along the expanse of his chiseled body and eight-pack abs, relishing the way he bites down harder on the packet, a victorious smile gracing your face.
"D-dontâŚtease. You know I can't take it, baby."
Intern!Reader and CEO Valko where you stumble into a cramped storage room, only to be greeted by the broad back of the very CEO you're interning under.
"Oh, I'm sorry, didnt mean to disturb you, sir." You apologize, turning to leave the already tiny room. Much to your dismay or a funny twist of fate, the handle refuses to budge.
He glances over his shoulder before turning fully toward you, a smile already tugging at his lips. "Don't worry about it. I was justâwhat are you doing?" He peeks over at you from behind.
"The handle's jammed." You reply, furiously fumbling with the poor handle. "Here, let me." His deep voice booms from right behind your ear, his own hand reaching out to twist the handle. Unfortunately his wolf strength is no match for this handle.
"That's not nifty. Look, lemme justâ" Valko stops mid sentence as he realizes he's right next to your ear, unintentionally inhaling your scent. His breath hitches for a second, your scent crashing into him without warning. The addictive smell of you infiltrates his senses, like something just clicked.
"Sorry. This might not be the right time, but...but you smell... really good up close." He confesses, his hand tightening around the handle.
You instinctively turn to face him, only for your back to meet the door, now trapped between the CEO and the wooden door of a storage room.
"WhatâŚare you saying?"
"Fuck, I've never noticed how good your voice sounds up close." He whispers, unintentionally leaning closer towards you. It's like his mind is in a trance. You place a palm on his chest to stop him, but the force isn't strong enough.
"ValkoâŚwe should try to get out of here." Your voice comes out meek.
"HmmâŚ" Valko hums as if he's lost in thought, memorizing the way his name tastes on your lips.
You try to focus, but you can't help but admire the way his glasses slide just a little lower on the bridge of his nose revealing those mesmerizing amber eyes you've somehow never noticed this close before.
Valko snaps back into reality. "Huh? Oh, right, of course." He leans back and straightens his coat. "Let me call maintenance up real quick." He clears his throat, already reaching for his phone.
You smooth out your clothes, your thoughts a tangled mess and wonder what the hell had gotten into the CEO, and more importantly, why you'd enjoyed the his closeness against you.
Shower sex with Valko where he has his hand around your thigh, grabbing the thick flesh and wrapping it around his waist so that he can get easy access to your sopping cunt.
"Clenching around me like thatâŚyou really like this don't ya?" He ruts into you, biting the wet flesh of your earlobe.
"ValâŚValkoâŚpleaseâŚ" You whimper in ecstasy, your back hitting the cool tiles of the wet shower wall with his rhythmic thrusts.
Your vision gets blurry with the steam encasing you in the closed shower with Valko, and you grab onto the first thing your fingers can find: Valko's meaty bicep which you sink your nails into, clinging onto with reverence.
"Mark me all you want. I just can't seem to get enough of you."
Making out with Valko post mission where he has you shoved against the wall of an alleyway.
There's hands everywhere over the both of you; yours cupping his neck and cheeks, while his are over your tits, squeezing and groping the flesh.
You pull away from the kiss, breathless as you lean your head back on the brick wall, looking up at him with swollen lips. Valko chuckles darkly, his gruff voice scratching an itch in your head so well it sounds like a symphony.
"Your eyes are already saying yes. Need your mouth to do the same too, pretty girl." He dares, amber eyes glinting with mischief. "
What do youâmmffâ"
Your words die on your tongue as Valko brings his thick fingers and places them gently on the pad of your tongue.
"Hold on. Let me cook." He bites his lip, prodding his fingers further into your mouth, coating them in your saliva.
"Go on. Lick them."
You listen intently, heart pounding as you close your mouth over his fingers and swirl your tongue around them, sucking languidly.
Valko's breath hitches at the motion, and the way your eyes look up at him makes him take a big gulp in response.
"Mmm. Now we're cooking."
"You're...impossible," You mumble, already failing to suppress your smile.
A.N: Can't believe they're robbing us of this majestic man. Bring him back already tf!! Credits to @pixopix for the divider. Thank you for trying this cookie!
when sylus has a long night, you know you'll have a long day.
when he returns from hours of annoyances, cleaning up and pulling on his black velvet robe, he doesnât slink into bed like usual, trying his best not to disturb you despite the thrill he gets when youâre cranky. instead, he wakes you without remorse, gathers your weakly protesting form in his arms, and carries you to his favorite armchairâthe one that overlooks the bustling nightscape from the balcony.
and once he sinks into the seat, sylus holds you captive.Â
his kisses linger all over. they torture you with long, wet, scandalous sounds, amplified when he sometimes drags his hot, rough tongue against your softer skin.
through it all, heâs grunting his pleasure, huffing your scent the way he longed to earlier. heâs anchoring you to his lap, holding you over his bulge, suppressing your squirms in every direction. his skin is so warmâtoo warmâand your body quickly follows suit.Â
âcan i move, sylus?â you whine into his ear.
he ignores you, much too entranced with your body.Â
âsylus.â
a soft growl leaves him as he comes up for airânow is not the time for talking.
âwhy,â he whispers, pressing a slow kiss to your temple, âwould you want to do that? are you not enjoying the sunrise as much as i am?âÂ
âit hurts.â you gesture shyly between your legs, ghosting over your tingling clit. âand youâre not doing anything to make it betterâjust making it worse,â you slur, still disoriented from ruined sleep. âitâs uncomfy.âÂ
you feel his chuckle more than hear itâhot, heavy pants setting your nerves aflame. âuncomfy, hm?â
âyes. itâs too much.â to prove your point, you try to wriggle away. arms lock around your waist like iron.Â
âask me nicely.â
âplease. iâll stay here. just wanna get comfy.â
he tilts your head up to kiss you deeply, his broad, built chest heaving against yours. âgo ahead, sweetie. get as comfy as you want. but while you do, know that iâm not letting you go anytime soon.â
Description: Youâre ovulating and need Valko to fuck the ever living shit out of you. Multiple times. Yep, mhm.
WC: 4k
TITS. PECS. GIANT TITS. When the people (one sweetie pie anon ilysm) ask for more Valko, I PROVIDE MORE VALKO!!! đŤĄđŤś (Itâs summer and I fucking hate summer, LMAO. In my mindscape for this one, itâs fall/winter, mkay? Heâd be the warmest good boy...)
HEâS BEEN CLEAREDâŚALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS...GIVE HIM THE F U C K BACK!!! AAWWWOOOOO!!!!! KEEP IT UP VALKYRIES!!!!!!!!
Cutesy, diabolically horny, then cutesy again. Enjoy! MWAH!
Cuddled up on the couch, you canât stop pressing your face into the side of Valkoâs warm, built chest. When relaxed, the large pad of muscle is like a firm, perfect pillow beckoning you for a well-deserved nap.
Although...it also beckons you to bite and lick him until he starts whimpering.
Despite humming happily to the feeling of you nuzzling against him, when pressing your nose into the side tissue of his muscle, a little too hard, he finally speaks up with a light laugh, âPupâŚwhatcha doinâ?â
Grumbling, you squeeze his forearm thatâs closest to you, sinking your nails into his skin, âMmmphâŚsâcozy, shh.â
He lets out a more hearty laugh, flexing his forearm for you in the process, âDid you just shush me?âÂ
âMmhmâŚshhhh.â Your voice becomes a needy whine, turning your head to the side to rub your cheek on him, ââŚRuining itâŚquiet, you.â
With his continuing sweet laugh that warms your heart, he still sounds a tad offended, âIâm ruining it!?â When you donât reply and continue to smush your cheek into him, he simply watches, loving deeply when you behave in any capacity how he often does. He kisses the top of your head, âYouâre so cute.â After waiting a second to see if youâd stopâyou donât, he hums again before speaking, âDo you know what today is, doll?â
You shake your head no, using it as an excuse to keep rubbing on him. After, you bring your face full frontal back into the side of his pec, âMmm, mm-mm. Shh!â
He laughs again, brushing away some stray hairs of yours splayed across his chest, âJust about day fourteen of your cycle.âÂ
You release a small groan into him, a little frustration rising that he wonât just let you have your fun without a bit of a pestering and a tease, âMmm, so?â Your voice is muffled due to your mouthâyour whole faceâbeing actively pressed against him.
âSoâŚâ He waits for your reaction.
âOhâoh.â You lift your head up quickly, looking at him with bleary eyes from having them closed for so long, âCan youâ!?â He knows your cycle better than you do. While helpful, it left little information to the imagination, and he can always sense any changes in your behavior before you even process that theyâre happening. It truly did make him the sweetest, best, and most informed boyfriend there ever was.
He grins, holding back another laugh while nodding, âOh, yeah.â You stare at him a bit abashed, squeezing your legs together while you press your face back into him out of embarrassment and a rising, needy desire to have your face right back where it was, âWell, even if I couldnât...â His voice lowers, âLook at you, pup.â
You groan again, âMmm, youâre so bigâŚso warm...justâshhh.â You playfully nip at his skin through his shirt.
He chuckles, using one of his hands to stroke your hair as you nuzzle him, âOkay, baby. Whatever you sayâŚâ All he needed to do was wait.
This wouldnât end until youâre lifting his shirt up and shoving your face underneath. As soon as he goes to grab it and lift, youâre whining loudly, biting into his pec. âNo! Mm-mm, leave me under here!â
He seals you back underneath his shirt and lets go, âOkay, okay! Youâre so cute, pup. You can stay under there as long as youâd like.â
You press your lips into his skin, âHmphâŚgood.â
Heâs like a furnace, so warm, and so, so, soft. His skin is electrifying to touchâwhether itâs with your hands, your mouth, your body... You let your bottom lip drag across his skin, under and then over the side swell of his pec, your teeth grazing the space and closingâbut not around his skin, like youâre teasing yourself as opposed to him.
When you feel him wiggle in his seat from your touch, you reach over and press your left hand against his hip thatâs furthest from you, finally sinking your teeth into his skin. His voice is a reserved whimper, âH-heyââ
âMmmphâŚâ Needily, your mouth opens again, wide, sucking on his skinâtaking however much of his muscle will fit into your mouth with a vacuumed pressure. While you suck, you let your tongue caress the skin thatâs in your mouth.
His hips twitch again, âPupânghââ
You shake your head gently, holding him in your mouth, âMm-mm.â After you let him go, you mix deliberate and sloppy kisses to his skin, turning your focus and attention onto the space just beside his nipple.
By this point, youâre panting, quiet groans and whines slipping past your lips. He tastes so good and smells even better, the cedary scent of him contained and more powerful beneath the confines of his shirt. The more you suck, bite, lick, and kiss him...the harder you squeeze your thighs together.
When you truly process his scent and let it overwhelm you, you moan into his skin. You delicately let your tongue graze his skin, once just beside his nipple before going directly over itâsoftly...slowly...tantalizingly...
âShitâmmmâŚâ His hands press against you underneath his shirt. You press your lips into him softly before licking again, teasing the outer edge of his nipple with the tip of your tongue. He moans to the feeling, âBabeââ
Cutting him off, and by doing so like he frequently does to you, you let your lips wrap around him softly, sucking tenderly before applying more pressure and letting your tongue massage the bud. You feel his hips buck beneath your left hand, moaning openly against his skin at his reaction. You let go momentarily, only to flick your tongue against him before wrapping your lips around the bud again.
Without a warning other than a loud groan, he suddenly yanks his shirt up and over your head, the material landing above his chest. Caught, you release him from your mouth and smile up at himâequal parts mischievous and guilty. With his chest rising as he breaths deeply, you press your lips into him again, staring up at him with pleading, aroused eyes while you do so. âMmmâŚâ he shifts in his seat, a small groan sounding from his throat that makes his voice hoarse, ânot even gonna let me watch you, pup?â You kiss the side of his chest, âThatâs not very nice, hm?â
Moaning while doing so, you sink back into the side of his pec, biting and squeezing his muscle between your teeth. When he groans, you let go and sit up, âOff.â Like he thought, all he had to do was wait. Quickly, you lean forward and kiss the same spot you just bit, âTake it off. Right now.â
He smirks, âYes, maâam.â While you wait, impatiently, your fingers grip and sink into his thigh thatâs closest to you. As you watch his core flex while his arms go up, your hands immediately part from his thigh to drag up his abs back to his chest. Once his shirt is off completely, he lets it drop behind the couch. He runs a hair through his hair, âLike my chest that much, princess?âÂ
Youâre quick to straddle his lap, and instinctively each of his hands palm both sides of your ass, drawing you in closer with a tight grip. You wait not at all to let yourself grind down onto his lap, âMmhmâŚâ
As he leans forward to kiss you, you stop him by pressing your palms against the top of his chest, pushing him back into the couch. Your hands flatten, pressing harder as you drag down his muscle a short distance, âJust look at you, so fucking sexyâŚâ
With his chest heaving and expanding under your touch, he chuckles, âIs that right?â
You sigh longingly, staring at his chest rather than at him, âShut up.â
His eyes widen, but he canât hide his smirk, âGeez, pupââ
You interrupt, finally meeting his eyes, âQuiet. Let me have my fun, hm?âÂ
After groaning, he swallows and nods, glancing down at your hands that now have a firm grip over his muscles, your nails pressing down into his skin until you make him moan.
As you continue to squeeze, palming his wide, warm muscles in your hands, his head tilts back and rests completely against the back of the couchâs edge. âMmm... Good boyâŚâ Before he can make a sound or move a muscle, youâre practically lunging for his throat, licking a clean, slow stripe up and over his adamâs apple.
âNghâohââ His fingertips dig into your skin over the material covering your ass. When your teeth reach his jaw, you nip his skin, âF-fuck, pupââ
Leaning in on one side, your mouth is hot on his neck, not holding back in how you bite him. âNngh!â Your hips drive down into his lap, easily feeling how hard he isâhow hard he has been, likely since when you first drove your face into the side of his chest earlier.
As you retract from his neck panting, driven by a wild desire for him, heâs quickly lifting his head off the couch and gripping your face in both of his hands. âPupââ
You donât let him speak, crashing your mouth onto his instead. Where you may normally wait to slip your tongue into his mouth, you donât. He moans into your mouth immediately at the contact, the grip of his hands on your face softening as he welcomes you. Reluctantly, you part from him, needing to say your piece, âI need you to cum inside me. Right now.â
âN-now?â
âYes, Val. Right fucking now.â Your lips find his again, his groans and moans from you kissing himâgrinding against himâfalling easily and frequently into your mouth.
Trying to pull back from you and failing, he speaks between wet, desperate kisses, âW-waitânghâare youâmmmâsure?â
âMhm.â Breaking away, your hands press against his chest as you grind down more intentionally. âNow, stop talking and help me get all my clothes off.â
When he doesnât immediately react, your mouth goes straight back for his neck. You sink in, sucking on his flesh hard as you grind more aggressively against his cock. âF-fuckâif I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were trying to eat me, baby.â
Releasing his neck with a gasp, you bring your mouth right by his ear, whispering, âIf you donât help me get us both naked, right now...then yes, I will.â
âPupââ he chuckles, only to silenced by his own moan when you nip his earlobe, âm-my godânnghââ He groans again, starting to peel you off his lap by your waist. His voice becomes low, âAlright, Iâll give you what you want.â
âPleaseâyes, right now. I need you inside me.â You try to kiss him but canât as heâs assertively pulling you off his lap and putting you on your feet in front of the couch.
After an aggressive handful of minutes involving mostly a frantic stripping of clothing, your back is pressed against the couch, your right leg up on Valkoâs shoulder and your left pulled up by your hand underneath your knee. Heâs planked above you, his left hand grabbing the couchâs armrest above your head, and his right holding his cock in his hand as heâs actively torturing you with it.
Youâre a whining, dripping messâsubmitted to him, âValko pleaseâh-holy fuckâput it in, I c-canât take it!â Youâre not sure youâve ever felt so fucking hot beforeâquite literally burning up beneath him.
He fights a smile, carefully, and much too slow for your liking, grinds the head of his cock against your throbbing clit, âGosh, pupâsâneedy, arenât you?â
âYes, y-yes! Val, put your cock inside me r-right nowâI fuckinââoh m-my godâs-stop teasing meânnghâyou asshole.â Each word that comes out of your mouth is interrupted by a pathetic whine.
He tsks at you, running his cock back down then up the length of your slit, âHey, now, baby. No need to be mean, hm?â
Your voice cracks, whines that have become explicit moans interrupting practically every other word, âS-sorry butânngh, fuck! Youâre being s-soââ
He hums deeply from his throat, withholding his need to moan while trying to stay in control, âSorry, gorgeousâmmmâI am kinda being a dick, huh? ...Youâre just so fucking sexy, begging for me.â
With your free right hand, you reach for whatever part of his arm on the couch is available to you, gripping aggressively, âUgh! Nnghâs-stop itâp-please!â
Pulling his eyes from yours, he watches as he grinds his cock against you, âMmmâyouâre so fucking wet, my god. Look at youâŚâ
Utterly desperate for him, youâre saying anything and everything to get his cock inside you, âMmhmâp-please, donât you w-wanna feel? Iâm so w-wet for y-your cock, p-please! I n-need you to cum inside meââ He moans, the suggestion right there for the taking. Instead, he lifts his cock the slightest bit up from you and taps against your clit, âNngh!â Your eyes snap shut, desperation taking over in rapid, shallow breaths.
When you open your eyes again, he looks far too smug, âIf y-youânghâdonât fuck me right n-now, I s-swear toââ Without waiting another second, thankfully, heâs sinking his tip inside you, âMmmph!â
âGood girlânghâfuckinâ oh myââ
You immediately drag your left leg up even higher with your hand, pulling your thigh against your body, the action pulling him deeper, as you interrupt him, âY-yes, yes, oh my godâm-moreâmoreââ
He sinks slowly, like heâs trying to tame youâbut also, control himself, âNnghâs-shitâcalm down, pup.â
Your hips buckle and wiggle, âNoân-no, all the way, mmmâh-holy shitâyou feel sâfucking good! I c-canâtââ
Doing what he normally would himself, as he pushes in, you release your left leg and place it over his other shoulder yourself. The change in angle makes him sink further, both of you failing to contain your moans.
He stares down at you in awe; not that you werenât ever like thisâyou definitely had beenâbut right now, it was making his vision blur and his cock throb to a painful degree. He never wants to hurt you, and often holds back from thrusting into you as hard as he possibly can in fear of hurting you. ButâŚit seemed like you reallyâdesperatelyâwanted him to do just that.
Now completely inside you, your legs above his shoulders and pushed back into a mating press by his weight, he lets both of his hands grip the couchâs armrest, tight. With each thrust, youâre begging him for more, watching his core flex and contract with his weighty thrusts into your aching cunt.
âH-harder, harder! Mmmânngh!â Each time you cry out for him to frankly, absolutely violate you, he groans deeply, fighting against a primal urge to just completely let go and rail you to his heartâs content.
Lacking restraint with each and every thrust, when he really starts giving you what you want, all youâre mostly left with is the ability to scream yes, over, and over, again. âJust like t-that, y-yes! Yes! D-donât stopânngh!â
With your eyes rolled back and your head tilted back into the couch, you canât focus on his face, instead just on the feeling of him drilling into you with all of his power. Speaking through a broken pant while you tremble, âMâgonnaâmâgonnaââ You canât form the sentence, the feeling of the head of his cock penetrating you and slamming against your G-spot endlessly and quickly leaving you a weak, dizzy mess.
His eyes close, fighting so hard against his own release brimming at the surface from the feel of youâfrom your reactions to him fucking you as hard as heâs able. Each time he opens his eyes to admire you, heâs playing a dangerous game. When your legs start to violently shake against his shoulders and cries of pleasure pour out from your lungs, âNngh! Oh, fuckâbaby, mâgonnaââ He canât get his warning out, either.
Suddenly gaining the ability to speak at the utter need for him to fill you in his entirety, âYes, yesâmmmâgive i-it to m-meâI needâah!â Your cries of desperation are silenced by a dramatic, deep thrust forward, his vocalized and raspy grunt like music to your ears.Â
âMmmâfuck!â He plunges again, if possible, somehow harder. Every lasting thrust from him is timed with each hot, spurt of cum you can feel warm you from the insideâaccompanied unmistakably by a repeated and aggressive twitch from his cock fighting against the pressure of your walls squeezing down around him.
Since he had already knocked out all available air from you, you donât know how, but you speak without any air in your lungs, âV-Valâh-holy fuckâyes, y-yes, t-thatâs itâ!â
Using the armrest of the couch, gripping it still with both handsâhis knuckles completely whiteâfor the final dose of his cum, like a medicine you require, he thrusts again, the intense pressure eeking out a loud, pathetic moan from your throat.
Slowing down slightly and calming, but neither of you recoveredânot even closeâhe pulls out partially, glancing down between the two of you, âH-holy fuckâŚlook at that, hm?â Youâre beyond trembling. Before you can speak, he pushes back in, âDid you get what you wanted, puppy?â
Your voice is a satisfied plea, your head spinning, âY-yesâoh my godâyes!â
He repeats the process, watching his release slick around him and ooze out between you both with each teasing thrust forward, sure to tilt up with his hips each time heâs completely inside you to press his tip against your G-spot, leaving you whining and shaking. âSo damn prettyâŚlove it when youâre full of me...â
âKiss me, kiss me, kissââ He chuckles, finding perhaps too much joy in your avid desperation, spreading his arms and jostling your legs off his shoulders down to his elbows so he can get to you and silence that desperation with his mouth. When his lips land on yours, that means his cock is buried its full extent inside you again, incentivizing a whiny moan from your mouth to his.
After a momentâseveral momentsâof staying entangled, you stay exactly where you are, but he raises and sits normally on the couch, pulling your legs over his lap, petting and rubbing you lovingly while you recover, his warm, large palms flat against your skin. Still panting, âGod, baby... I donât think Iâm the only one who experiences aâŚheat, so-to-speak.â
Completely out of breath, you weakly get out your rebuttal, âShutâŚupâŚâ
He laughs, squeezing your shins in his hands, âAs you wish, princess.â
You swallow harshly, âGoâmmmâdrink some water. WeâreâŚdoing thatâŚagain.â
His eyes peel off your bodyâtruthfully, off your cunt dripping with his claimâand land on your eyes, âAgain!?â
With a light growl and a laugh, heâs pulling your legs apart by your ankles, wedging his body back between your legs, âMy insatiable, pup, huh? Need more of my cum, do you?â
As heâs pushing further forward, nuzzling his face into your neck, âY-yes, oh my godââ
Speaking between kisses on your neck, âMmmâfuckâI need five minutes.â His teeth sink into your neck, â...Make that two.â
You laugh quietly, your chest still heaving. His kisses on your neck slow, âButâŚI donât get to make you cum with my mouth first, hm?â
You whine, âA-afterâmmmâl-laterâneed you sâbadâŚâ
He bites you again before speaking, a low growl getting cut off by a groan, âMmânnghânow whoâs being the asshole?â
You tsk, tapping his back with your hand in defiance, âHey!â
He quickly pulls his face from your neck, bringing his face in front of yours. âKidding, baby. I take it back, Iâm sorry,â he kisses several spots on your face, âreally sorry, pup, that was mean.â He doesnât stop kissing you or apologizing until you smile and giggle. âBut asking me to keep my mouth off youâŚmight just be meaner.â He kisses you softly, so softly it has you whining for more, âYou know how much I love to make you cum that wayâŚâ
Panting, you raise your brows at him, âAre you saying you donât want to cum inside me again, hm?â
He folds easily, too easilyâin a way you absolutely love, âOkay, shit. Iâll be right back, gonna get us some water.â He hops off you with a speed that makes you laugh again. He points a finger at you, smiling, âYou stay right there, hm?â
You gesture down with both of your hands to your pure comfortability sunken into the couch, legs spread and one dangling off for dramatic effect, giggling, âDo I look capable of moving to you?â
âMmmânoâŚyou donât.â He teeters in place, contemplating jumping you right then after having just stood up, âFuck! Okay, be right back.â
***
On the floor beside the couch, splayed out, âOkay, okay. âŚNoâŚmoreâŚâ
You roll onto your side and press your lips into his tricep, âOne more?âÂ
âNo!â He groans to the thought, his abs flexing. âFuckâŚâ his voice cracks into a chuckle, âyouâre tryinâ to fuckinâ to kill me, pup.â
Your voice becomes a tempting coo, âYouâre just soââ
He interrupts, âDonât start, you.â He speaks through deep pants, âYou got meâŚfor allâŚIâm worthâŚâ
âDoesnât hurt to find out, does it?â You tip your fingers up his chest, leaning into him as you start to sit up.
âBack, you! Uh-uh. Youâllââ he starts laughing as you quickly plop down on top of his large frame, âkill m-me!â
âHmmâŚâ You press your face into his chest, âhmphâŚâ
Stroking your hair and back lovingly, you move with the rise and fall of his chest, âHow about this, princessâŚas soon as we wake up, Iâll fuck you even harder, as many times as you want.â You moan into his chest. âYou know how I am in the morning, hm?â
âMmhmâŚeven harder, huh?â You bite his chest weakly, a small whimper sounding, âCan we go to sleep right now, then?â
âOh, god.â You giggle, squeezing your limbs over his body in a wide hug to encompass the size of him. âYouâre not gonna let me rest the next few days, are you?â
You lift your head and look at him with a devious smile, âNope.â You pop the âp,â pecking his chest with your lips once, âNow, off to bed, handsome.â
âMy godâŚâ he smiles, brushing your hair back with both hands, âwhat have I gotten myself into?â
You smile back at him, âYou love me.â
He pinches your cheek, his eyes full of authentic warmth, âMhm, more than you know.â Wrapping his arms around you, heâs tugging you further up his torso, âCâmereâŚnaughty thing, you.â He feigns like heâs going to bite you before giving you a gentle, sweet kiss. After the kiss, âLetâs shower first, hm? Iâll clean you up.â
âMmmâŚthat sounds nice.â You kiss his cheek, âThank you, baby.â
âGood, canât just leave my girl a mess after all that. Come on, up you go.â You whine playfully, reluctantly peeling yourself off him. âMm-mm, donât stand up. I got you, baby.â Your heart warms and your stomach turns. You roll off him onto the carpet, sitting up slightly. After he stands up, he squats back down beside you, âCome on, arms around my neck, hm?â You smile, wrapping your arms around him as one of his arms scoops beneath both of your knees and the other supports your back. Regardless of how spent he may be, picking you up like this is absolutely nothing to himâno matter the situation.
Holding you in his arms, he smiles before pecking your lips, âI love you, pup.â
You stroke the side of his cheek with your hand, offering a light pinch, âI love you, handsome.â
As he heads for the bathroom with you in his arms, he chuckles, âDonât get any ideas, Miss Hunter.â You laugh in response and rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his warmth once again.
you were never much of a PDA person, but sylus loves it. if he could have it his way, heâd be kissing and loving on you in public 24/7, while still being respectful of courseâarms around your waist, hand in his, or arm around your shoulders to pull you close and murmur sweet nothings into your hairline.
âwhatâs wrong, sweetie?â your husband asks, when you dodge his kiss with a sheepish smile, that teasing lilt ever present in his voice. âweâve been married for how long now? itâs okay if people know you like me.â
you ignore the warmth in your cheeks, the part of you thatâs still prone to his negging, before lacing your fingers between his as a consolation prize and scoffing, âwho says i like you?â
âyouâre the one wearing my ring, wife,â he raises your joined hands, placing a loud smooch onto the back of yours. âyou said yes to this.â
âthatâs because you literally got on your knees and begged me,â you fire back, trying your hand at ragebaiting him.
but sylus just laughs, red eyes just sparkling, before leaning in to whisper into your ear, âand iâd do it again.â
âso, you got any plans this weekend?â your coworker baits you with mischief in his eyes. bound by the shackles of office etiquette, you force yourself to fall for it.Â
ânothing much, unless sleeping and restarting the same show for the tenth time count.â you hardly look up from your 25 open tabs.Â
he forces a laugh, and you hold in a sigh. âwell, as exciting as that sounds, how âbout i raise you something better? iâve got two tickets to that metal show on saturday, and i was hoping we couldââ
heavy footsteps and an eerie hush.
your only warning of whatâs to come.
the blonde to your right has seemingly forgotten your existence. right now, heâs focused on much bigger things. âh-hey, chairman ao!â he stutters. âhow are you today?âÂ
bristling, you turn around slowly. thereâs no way this is happening again.Â
narrowed amber eyes. a flat, indifferent facade that you see right through.Â
itâs happening again.Â
staring right at you, valko taps the wall of your cubicle, checking his watch in feigned urgency. âi need to see you in my office. bring the fiscal reports we were looking at last time.â
muscle memory works your lips into a courteous smile. âyes, sir.âÂ
he nods and retreats to his officeâthe kind of lair only a chairman could haveâas you grab your pre-prepared stack of papers and smooth down your pencil skirt. before you follow your boss, you call over your shoulder to your stricken colleague: âhold that thought, david. Sorry!â
ââââââ
the biggest room at eoncore tech is no less ostentatious than the first time.Â
valko sits on his sleek wooden desk, wearing a troubled yet expectant look. as soon as the door closes, you fold your arms in front of him.Â
âdonât look at me like that,â he grumbles.
âlike what?â you ask dryly. as you toss your stack of papers onto his desk, they scatter to reveal the contents: some spare handouts from six months ago, a few sheets that house all your doodles, and literally, some blank sheets of printer paper.Â
not a report to be found.
you work in the design department, for godâs sake.Â
âhe was all over you, right in front of me! i mean, what kinda guy does that?â valko huffs.
âmy team works on the opposite side of this floor, koko. itâs not his fault you have super-hearing.â
he scoffs and folds his arms over his chest. âwhose fault is it that he kept bothering my girlfriend?â
âa secret relationship doesnât work if one party has no interest in keeping it a secret.âÂ
heâs exasperated, like the distance is killing him. âwhy don't you just become my assistant? that way, you could move into this office with me. itâs roomy in here.âÂ
âthatâs a great idea!â you gasp. âor, i could become chairwoman, and you could be my assistant.â
his eyes light up, glittering gold. âthat works, too. i can ask around and see what itâd take to get you the joââ
âi was kidding.â
within a millisecond, his tan ears match the shade of his hair. âuh, yeah. i knew that.â
a long sigh escapes you as you shake your head and smile at him. âlook, youâre not entirely wrong. it is annoying being hit on while iâm just trying to do my job, and it is nice having you to come rescue me. itâs just a little too obvious sometimes, and that makes me nervous. how about we come up with some kind of signal you can use to pull me away when you need to?â
he doesnât even blink. âwhen someone gets too close to you, i pull the fire alarm.â
âno.â
âwhen someone gets too close to you, i distract them with a question.â
âbetter. letâs roll with that one for now.â finally, you uncross your arms and clear your throat. âam i excused, sir?â
slowly, he looks you up and down, eyes zeroing in on your exposed neck. âkeep calling me that, and you wonât be.âÂ
âiâm taking that as a yes,â you drawl, rolling your eyes as you turn to leave. âand valko?â you rest your hand on the door handle. âif you ever think about remodeling, you should invest in your privacy. with all these glass windows, i canât kiss you when youâre pouting.â
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