Don’t Get Any Ideas (One-Shot; LADS)
NSFW, 18+, MDNI
Description: You’re 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!!! 🫡🫶 (It’s summer and I fucking hate summer, LMAO. In my mindscape for this one, it’s fall/winter, mkay? He’d be the warmest good boy...)
HE’S BEEN CLEARED…ALL 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!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist) (Valko Masterlist 𑣲𓃦)
Cuddled up on the couch, you can’t stop pressing your face into the side of Valko’s 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, “Pup…whatcha doin’?”
Grumbling, you squeeze his forearm that’s closest to you, sinking your nails into his skin, “Mmmph…s’cozy, shh.”
He lets out a more hearty laugh, flexing his forearm for you in the process, “Did you just shush me?”
“Mmhm…shhhh.” Your voice becomes a needy whine, turning your head to the side to rub your cheek on him, “…Ruining it…quiet, you.”
With his continuing sweet laugh that warms your heart, he still sounds a tad offended, “I’m ruining it!?” When you don’t 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, “You’re so cute.” After waiting a second to see if you’d stop—you don’t, he hums again before speaking, “Do you know what today is, doll?”
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, “Mmm, mm-mm. Shh!”
He laughs again, brushing away some stray hairs of yours splayed across his chest, “Just about day fourteen of your cycle.”
You release a small groan into him, a little frustration rising that he won’t just let you have your fun without a bit of a pestering and a tease, “Mmm, so?” Your voice is muffled due to your mouth—your whole face—being actively pressed against him.
“So…” He waits for your reaction.
“Oh—oh.” You lift your head up quickly, looking at him with bleary eyes from having them closed for so long, “Can you—!?” 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 they’re happening. It truly did make him the sweetest, best, and most informed boyfriend there ever was.
He grins, holding back another laugh while nodding, “Oh, yeah.” 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, “Well, even if I couldn’t...” His voice lowers, “Look at you, pup.”
You groan again, “Mmm, you’re so big…so warm...just—shhh.” You playfully nip at his skin through his shirt.
He chuckles, using one of his hands to stroke your hair as you nuzzle him, “Okay, baby. Whatever you say…” All he needed to do was wait.
This wouldn’t end until you’re lifting his shirt up and shoving your face underneath. As soon as he goes to grab it and lift, you’re whining loudly, biting into his pec. “No! Mm-mm, leave me under here!”
He seals you back underneath his shirt and lets go, “Okay, okay! You’re so cute, pup. You can stay under there as long as you’d like.”
You press your lips into his skin, “Hmph…good.”
He’s like a furnace, so warm, and so, so, soft. His skin is electrifying to touch—whether it’s 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 closing—but not around his skin, like you’re 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 that’s furthest from you, finally sinking your teeth into his skin. His voice is a reserved whimper, “H-hey—”
“Mmmph…” Needily, your mouth opens again, wide, sucking on his skin—taking however much of his muscle will fit into your mouth with a vacuumed pressure. While you suck, you let your tongue caress the skin that’s in your mouth.
His hips twitch again, “Pup—ngh—”
You shake your head gently, holding him in your mouth, “Mm-mm.” 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, you’re 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 it—softly...slowly...tantalizingly...
“Shit—mmm…” 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, “Babe—”
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 him—equal 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. “Mmm…” he shifts in his seat, a small groan sounding from his throat that makes his voice hoarse, “not even gonna let me watch you, pup?” You kiss the side of his chest, “That’s not very nice, hm?”
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, “Off.” Like he thought, all he had to do was wait. Quickly, you lean forward and kiss the same spot you just bit, “Take it off. Right now.”
He smirks, “Yes, ma’am.” While you wait, impatiently, your fingers grip and sink into his thigh that’s 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, “Like my chest that much, princess?”
You’re 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, “Mmhm…”
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, “Just look at you, so fucking sexy…”
With his chest heaving and expanding under your touch, he chuckles, “Is that right?”
You sigh longingly, staring at his chest rather than at him, “Shut up.”
His eyes widen, but he can’t hide his smirk, “Geez, pup—”
You interrupt, finally meeting his eyes, “Quiet. Let me have my fun, hm?”
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 couch’s edge. “Mmm... Good boy…” Before he can make a sound or move a muscle, you’re practically lunging for his throat, licking a clean, slow stripe up and over his adam’s apple.
“Ngh—oh—” His fingertips dig into your skin over the material covering your ass. When your teeth reach his jaw, you nip his skin, “F-fuck, pup—”
Leaning in on one side, your mouth is hot on his neck, not holding back in how you bite him. “Nngh!” Your hips drive down into his lap, easily feeling how hard he is—how 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, he’s quickly lifting his head off the couch and gripping your face in both of his hands. “Pup—”
You don’t let him speak, crashing your mouth onto his instead. Where you may normally wait to slip your tongue into his mouth, you don’t. 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, “I need you to cum inside me. Right now.”
“N-now?”
“Yes, Val. Right fucking now.” Your lips find his again, his groans and moans from you kissing him—grinding against him—falling easily and frequently into your mouth.
Trying to pull back from you and failing, he speaks between wet, desperate kisses, “W-wait—ngh—are you—mmm—sure?”
“Mhm.” Breaking away, your hands press against his chest as you grind down more intentionally. “Now, stop talking and help me get all my clothes off.”
When he doesn’t 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. “F-fuck—if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to eat me, baby.”
Releasing his neck with a gasp, you bring your mouth right by his ear, whispering, “If you don’t help me get us both naked, right now...then yes, I will.”
“Pup—” he chuckles, only to silenced by his own moan when you nip his earlobe, “m-my god—nngh—” He groans again, starting to peel you off his lap by your waist. His voice becomes low, “Alright, I’ll give you what you want.”
“Please—yes, right now. I need you inside me.” You try to kiss him but can’t as he’s 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 Valko’s shoulder and your left pulled up by your hand underneath your knee. He’s planked above you, his left hand grabbing the couch’s armrest above your head, and his right holding his cock in his hand as he’s actively torturing you with it.
You’re a whining, dripping mess—submitted to him, “Valko please—h-holy fuck—put it in, I c-can’t take it!” You’re not sure you’ve ever felt so fucking hot before—quite 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, “Gosh, pup—s’needy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, y-yes! Val, put your cock inside me r-right now—I fuckin’—oh m-my god—s-stop teasing me—nngh—you asshole.” 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, “Hey, now, baby. No need to be mean, hm?”
Your voice cracks, whines that have become explicit moans interrupting practically every other word, “S-sorry but—nngh, fuck! You’re being s-so—”
He hums deeply from his throat, withholding his need to moan while trying to stay in control, “Sorry, gorgeous—mmm—I am kinda being a dick, huh? ...You’re just so fucking sexy, begging for me.”
With your free right hand, you reach for whatever part of his arm on the couch is available to you, gripping aggressively, “Ugh! Nngh—s-stop it—p-please!”
Pulling his eyes from yours, he watches as he grinds his cock against you, “Mmm—you’re so fucking wet, my god. Look at you…”
Utterly desperate for him, you’re saying anything and everything to get his cock inside you, “Mmhm—p-please, don’t you w-wanna feel? I’m so w-wet for y-your cock, p-please! I n-need you to cum inside me—” 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, “Nngh!” Your eyes snap shut, desperation taking over in rapid, shallow breaths.
When you open your eyes again, he looks far too smug, “If y-you—ngh—don’t fuck me right n-now, I s-swear to—” Without waiting another second, thankfully, he’s sinking his tip inside you, “Mmmph!”
“Good girl—ngh—fuckin’ oh my—”
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, “Y-yes, yes, oh my god—m-more—more—”
He sinks slowly, like he’s trying to tame you—but also, control himself, “Nngh—s-shit—calm down, pup.”
Your hips buckle and wiggle, “No—n-no, all the way, mmm—h-holy shit—you feel s’fucking good! I c-can’t—”
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 weren’t ever like this—you definitely had been—but 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. But…it seemed like you really—desperately—wanted 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 couch’s armrest, tight. With each thrust, you’re begging him for more, watching his core flex and contract with his weighty thrusts into your aching cunt.
“H-harder, harder! Mmm—nngh!” 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 heart’s content.
Lacking restraint with each and every thrust, when he really starts giving you what you want, all you’re mostly left with is the ability to scream yes, over, and over, again. “Just like t-that, y-yes! Yes! D-don’t stop—nngh!”
With your eyes rolled back and your head tilted back into the couch, you can’t 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, “M’gonna—m’gonna—” You can’t 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 you—from your reactions to him fucking you as hard as he’s able. Each time he opens his eyes to admire you, he’s playing a dangerous game. When your legs start to violently shake against his shoulders and cries of pleasure pour out from your lungs, “Nngh! Oh, fuck—baby, m’gonna—” He can’t get his warning out, either.
Suddenly gaining the ability to speak at the utter need for him to fill you in his entirety, “Yes, yes—mmm—give i-it to m-me—I need—ah!” Your cries of desperation are silenced by a dramatic, deep thrust forward, his vocalized and raspy grunt like music to your ears.
“Mmm—fuck!” 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 inside—accompanied 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 don’t know how, but you speak without any air in your lungs, “V-Val—h-holy fuck—yes, y-yes, t-that’s it—!”
Using the armrest of the couch, gripping it still with both hands—his knuckles completely white—for 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 recovered—not even close—he pulls out partially, glancing down between the two of you, “H-holy fuck…look at that, hm?” You’re beyond trembling. Before you can speak, he pushes back in, “Did you get what you wanted, puppy?”
Your voice is a satisfied plea, your head spinning, “Y-yes—oh my god—yes!”
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 he’s completely inside you to press his tip against your G-spot, leaving you whining and shaking. “So damn pretty…love it when you’re full of me...”
“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss—” 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 moment—several moments—of 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, “God, baby... I don’t think I’m the only one who experiences a…heat, so-to-speak.”
Completely out of breath, you weakly get out your rebuttal, “Shut…up…”
He laughs, squeezing your shins in his hands, “As you wish, princess.”
You swallow harshly, “Go—mmm—drink some water. We’re…doing that…again.”
His eyes peel off your body—truthfully, off your cunt dripping with his claim—and land on your eyes, “Again!?”
“Mmhm…s’good—so fucking good—need it…again...”
With a light growl and a laugh, he’s pulling your legs apart by your ankles, wedging his body back between your legs, “My insatiable, pup, huh? Need more of my cum, do you?”
As he’s pushing further forward, nuzzling his face into your neck, “Y-yes, oh my god—”
Speaking between kisses on your neck, “Mmm—fuck—I need five minutes.” His teeth sink into your neck, “...Make that two.”
You laugh quietly, your chest still heaving. His kisses on your neck slow, “But…I don’t get to make you cum with my mouth first, hm?”
You whine, “A-after—mmm—l-later—need you s’bad…”
He bites you again before speaking, a low growl getting cut off by a groan, “Mm—nngh—now who’s being the asshole?”
You tsk, tapping his back with your hand in defiance, “Hey!”
He quickly pulls his face from your neck, bringing his face in front of yours. “Kidding, baby. I take it back, I’m sorry,” he kisses several spots on your face, “really sorry, pup, that was mean.” He doesn’t stop kissing you or apologizing until you smile and giggle. “But asking me to keep my mouth off you…might just be meaner.” He kisses you softly, so softly it has you whining for more, “You know how much I love to make you cum that way…”
Panting, you raise your brows at him, “Are you saying you don’t want to cum inside me again, hm?”
He folds easily, too easily—in a way you absolutely love, “Okay, shit. I’ll be right back, gonna get us some water.” He hops off you with a speed that makes you laugh again. He points a finger at you, smiling, “You stay right there, hm?”
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, “Do I look capable of moving to you?”
“Mmm—no…you don’t.” He teeters in place, contemplating jumping you right then after having just stood up, “Fuck! Okay, be right back.”
***
On the floor beside the couch, splayed out, “Okay, okay. …No…more…”
You roll onto your side and press your lips into his tricep, “One more?”
“No!” He groans to the thought, his abs flexing. “Fuck…” his voice cracks into a chuckle, “you’re tryin’ to fuckin’ to kill me, pup.”
Your voice becomes a tempting coo, “You’re just so—”
He interrupts, “Don’t start, you.” He speaks through deep pants, “You got me…for all…I’m worth…”
“Doesn’t hurt to find out, does it?” You tip your fingers up his chest, leaning into him as you start to sit up.
“Back, you! Uh-uh. You’ll—” he starts laughing as you quickly plop down on top of his large frame, “kill m-me!”
“Hmm…” You press your face into his chest, “hmph…”
Stroking your hair and back lovingly, you move with the rise and fall of his chest, “How about this, princess…as soon as we wake up, I’ll fuck you even harder, as many times as you want.” You moan into his chest. “You know how I am in the morning, hm?”
“Mmhm…even harder, huh?” You bite his chest weakly, a small whimper sounding, “Can we go to sleep right now, then?”
“Oh, god.” You giggle, squeezing your limbs over his body in a wide hug to encompass the size of him. “You’re not gonna let me rest the next few days, are you?”
You lift your head and look at him with a devious smile, “Nope.” You pop the “p,” pecking his chest with your lips once, “Now, off to bed, handsome.”
“My god…” he smiles, brushing your hair back with both hands, “what have I gotten myself into?”
You smile back at him, “You love me.”
He pinches your cheek, his eyes full of authentic warmth, “Mhm, more than you know.” Wrapping his arms around you, he’s tugging you further up his torso, “C’mere…naughty thing, you.” He feigns like he’s going to bite you before giving you a gentle, sweet kiss. After the kiss, “Let’s shower first, hm? I’ll clean you up.”
“Mmm…that sounds nice.” You kiss his cheek, “Thank you, baby.”
“Good, can’t just leave my girl a mess after all that. Come on, up you go.” You whine playfully, reluctantly peeling yourself off him. “Mm-mm, don’t stand up. I got you, baby.” 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, “Come on, arms around my neck, hm?” 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 him—no matter the situation.
Holding you in his arms, he smiles before pecking your lips, “I love you, pup.”
You stroke the side of his cheek with your hand, offering a light pinch, “I love you, handsome.”
As he heads for the bathroom with you in his arms, he chuckles, “Don’t get any ideas, Miss Hunter.” You laugh in response and rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his warmth once again.
***
… ... ...
“Stop it, you! Go to sleep!”
“Hmph…fine.”
