"And this should go without saying," Zayne pushes up his glasses to look at you. "But I think it would be best to say that you should avoid sexual intercourse until this clears up."
How in the hell are you supposed to tell Valko you are on a sex ban—during his rut week no less? Usually you would be held up in his house all week by now, too fucked out and too tired to move from his bed.
Letting out a sigh, Zayne lifts an eyebrow before turning off the monitor. "With antibiotics, it should take about seven days to clear up, maybe less."
"I'm not like...desperate to get laid here," you hurry to set the record straight, hoping he doesn't think you're some sex fiend who can't go a week without dick. But you really can't explain to him the full extent of Valko's...situation without explaining to him that werewolves are, in fact, very real.
"I never assumed that," Zayne calmly replies, though there's now a slight edge to his tone. If you didn't know him, you would have completely missed the subtle change. "But as your doctor, I know that you're sexually active. It's just basic protocol."
-
When you left the hospital that night with the antibiotics in hand—calling Valko to break the news to him that you couldn't help him out this time—Zayne loosened his tie, sitting back in his office chair as the automatic lights go out one by one. A few moments later Zayne begins to pack his bag in the dark, listening to the heeled shoes bouncing off the empty corridors as they approach his room.
"That was pretty mean, don't you think, Doc?"
Pausing in his spot, Zayne chuckles to himself quietly. The dark figure takes a seat where you sat only a half hour ago as he crosses a leg over his knee, flipping a coin with his thumb and forefinger.
"She has a UTI, I was only trying to keep my patient healthy."
"Tell that to her wolf boyfriend," Sylus says as he wears a shit-eating grin. "I'm sure he'll be thrilled when she tells him her doctor was only looking out for her."
"He's a dog, I can always make him fall asleep for a bit."
"Will that be before or after he rips your throat out?" Sylus's growing amusement is obvious now, the faint glow of his eye proof enough that he was loving every second of Zayne's jealousy. "Plus I thought we agreed we shouldn't make an enemy out of him, unless your feelings have changed. In that case..."
"I was just letting out some steam, that's all." Ice curls around his forearms, the crystals creeping up to his elbows before they melt.
Your heartbeat quickening, you rush into the basement. "Valko, sweetheart?" you call, your voice echoing down the long hallway.
A soft grunt sounds, causing you to freeze and flick on the light, staring down the hallway.
"Val? Are you down here?" you ask.
"In here." His tone is clipped, so unlike him in a way that has your heart breaking.
You follow his voice, finally pulling open the half-empty closet at the end of the hall.
There, shoved in a mess of blankets, towels, and quilts, is Valko, curled tightly into a ball. His fluffy ears lay flat against his skull, his tail puffed out.
"There you are, my love," you murmur, crouching down. "Are you alright?"
Valko nods with a lash of his tail. You don't believe him for a minute.
"What happened?" you ask, shifting closer to wrap an arm around his shoulders.
Valko sighs, shoving his nose into your neck and inhaling shakily. "Everything's too loud with my ears," he admits, voice shaking. "M'head hurts."
A sigh of relief leaves you. Of course, you hate to see him hurting, but at least he's safe at home.
"Cutie!" Rafayel's voice echoes down the hall. Valko whimpers, curling in on himself, hands flying to cover his ears. "Is he down here?"
You poke your head out of the closet, shoving a finger over your mouth to silence him. Rafayel's eyes widen and he rushes to meet you.
"I'm sorry. We were looking for you," you whisper to Valko, who's lowered his hands again. "Raf, can you let everyone know he's okay? Just needs some peace and quiet."
Rafayel opens his mouth, probably to ask a million questions, but he thinks better of it and nods, heading back down the hallway and up the stairs.
"What can I do to help you?" you ask, running a hand through his hair.
"Just stay," Valko mumbles, voice shaking.
Several minutes later, two pairs of soft footsteps approach, and Caleb and Sylus appear in the doorway. In Caleb's hands is a small black box.
"Val?" Caleb asks, crouching. "We have somethin' for you."
Valko peeks out from your neck, one ear briefly rotating towards them before it presses against his skull again.
"We were going to give them to you for your birthday, but I believe you'll find them more useful now."
Caleb holds out the box, smiling, and Valko takes it with shaking hands.
"Thanks," he says, a bit confused, and pulls the lid off of the box. Inside, nestled among some foam, are two uniquely-shaped gadgets, made partially of foam.
"They're earplugs," Sylus explains when Valko just stares at them. "Specifically designed for your wolf ears. They offer various levels of noise cancellation, and will also connect to your phone for music."
Tail thumping, not in irritation this time, Valko carefully takes them from the box and inserts them into his ears. After some fiddling, his wagging tail speeds up.
"Comfy?" Caleb asks.
"Yeah," Valko says, his voice a bit louder from the noise cancellation. "How do you turn them up?"
Caleb shifts closer. "There's two buttons on the left one." He presses the button a few times, watching as Valko's smile grows each time.
After a long minute, Valko closing his eyes as he basks in the silence, he taps the other button, turning down the noise cancellation.
"Thank you," he says, voice a bit raspy, his eyes watery. "This is really, really great. Did you make them?"
"Yes. Xavier helped, too," Sylus says, leaning against the closet doorway. "You like them?"
"I love them." Valko pulls himself from your arms and throws himself at Caleb, squeezing him as tight as possible, Caleb letting out a wheezy laugh. Sylus gets an equally tight hug. "Thank you both."
"You're very welcome, puppy," Sylus says.
"It's the least we can do," Caleb says with a grin, standing to kiss his cheek. "Are you feeling better?"
Valko nods. "My head still hurts, but it's not bad."
"Well, I think our doctor must have a remedy for that," Sylus says with a smile, placing a hand on the small of his back. "Let's go join the others, shall we?"
Zayne practically bursts down the exam room door, chest heaving from his run from the operating room to the ER after a nurse told him some friends have been asking for him.
Zayne isn't exactly a social man, so it could only be six people.
Turns out, everyone seems to be in tact. A sheepish Caleb sits in the chair in the corner, while Xavier sits on the table, holding a bloody tissue to his nose. Underneath his eyes, bruises bloom.
"What happened?" Zayne asks, wasting no time in pulling on a pair of gloves and rushing up to Xavier. He forces himself to be gentle in grabbing the back of Xavier's hand and lowering the tissue.
Xavier looks pointedly at Caleb, who coughs, squirming in his seat as his cheeks flush. "Well, uh, funny story..."
Zayne raises an eyebrow, gently poking Xavier's bruised nose, humming in apology as he winces.
"Caleb got a bit... passionate," Xavier says, an amused smirk on his face despite the pain.
"Passionate?" Zayne echoes, annoyance growing as he puts the pieces together.
"It felt really good, okay?" Caleb's voice raises in pitch, his intense blush spreading to his ears. "I went up to kiss him, and I was- was just a bit enthusiastic."
Zayne sighs, pulling back. "So you headbutted his nose?"
"I guess, yeah."
With a shake of his head, he pulls the gloves off and tosses them in the trash.
"You have a broken nose. As long as you're careful, it'll heal on it's own. Ice it to decrease the swelling and take the pain medication we have at home. I will write a letter to Captain Jenna to exempt you from field work for the next two weeks."
Xavier's face falls. "What? Why?"
"It's fragile, Xavier. One minor hit and you could worsen the break, leading to me having to realign it or operate on it. Trust me, you will appreciate the rest."
Xavier pouts, but accepts his fate, nodding.
"In addition, no sex for a week."
"What?" Caleb asks, voice cracking.
"That's not fair!" Xavier protests.
"I have another patient to see. Please take care of your nose. I'll see you both at home."
Zayne doesn't have another patient to see, not for another half an hour, so he sits in his office and opens his phone.
A wave of notifications come in. A picture of Xavier's nose, you and Valko fretting, Sylus making a joke, Rafayel laughing, and Caleb desperately defending himself.
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Good morning everybody!!
Thank you for all of the birthday wishes! Hard to believe I'm 23 today. I swear I still feel 17 most of the time. Only thing on my birthday list is Valko but apparently my package is delayed.
Usually, I would log into the game to get tortured by the LIs' singing (said lovingly), but I refuse to break the boycott. It's a little upsetting, quite honestly. I miss my husband but I have to bring my boyfriend back from war. Thanks a lot, Infold.
Do you prefer the cake and note or the plushie for the LIs' birthdays?
Cake and note!
Plushie!
Voting ended onJul 25
7/24/2026 Report
There were a couple of new updates in the game—mostly bug fixes for 6.0. All of Valko's information (texts, WU story, etc.) is still there!
They added a daily wish limit for some reason. Not really sure what the purpose of that is.
They're also running double daily drops, which usually happens when a myth is on the way. Logically speaking, this could be for either Valko or Raf's 4th myth, since the cancellation announcement said it was be announced in July. If we're snorting hopium, they could be preparing to bring Valko back.
Some additional revenue info from a CN user on X: "LADS's CN revenue plummets to the lowest point in recent years
6.22 Live stream publicly reveals Valko, ranking 14th on the game revenue list
6.30 Announces delisting of Valko, ranking drops to 37th
7.20, LADS's ranking on the game list falls to 64th, marking the first time since January 1, 2025, that the game has dropped below the top 60 on the list, with rankings continuing to decline thereafter.
As of today, 7.24, Valko has not been restored nearly a month after delisting. The game's list ranking has fallen out of the top 100 to 101st, reaching the lowest revenue point in recent years.
LADS ranking on CN iOS App Store
Apparently, LADS is starting to crack down on minors playing the game. From a user on X, "users on XHS are commenting that the game only requested facial verification on rare occasions, and just one day before the news of the police enforcement for this campaign on CCTV, users started getting the pop-up message and kids are worried about it. i really hope their accounts get closed because LADS content is not something that does them any good at that young age."
CN players have begun gathering letters from people from all over the world in support of #BringValkoBack. I believe (cannot confirm as of right now) that they are delivering these letters to Infold. If you'd like to submit one, here's the link to the website.
CN players also sent 100 free coffees to the LADS developers
Valko's supertopic on Weibo continues to grow! From a CN user on X, "Oh my gosh. The super topic gained 2000 fans, it was still 20k when I checked yesterday, and just now it's 22k. Isn't it because there are so many global players who broke through all sorts of tough obstacles hehe. (By the way, Love and Deepspace lost 2000 followers yesterday, I've been keeping an eye on it)."
There's an ongoing poll on RedNote for when players think Valko will return. On July 31st and August 1st, we will not be able to post on CN platforms once again. Please be mindful of your time zone!
CN players are focusing on emailing Infold. You can find my post about emailing here. The following post also has information!
And, of course, the 6.0 horrors persist...
That's all I have for right now! I'm going to dinner with some family and friends later, so my next report will be coming tomorrow morning! I'm still posting regular updates in my Discord, so I highly encourage joining it if you'd like periodic updates throughout the day.
❕cw: pseudo-incest, somnophilia, degradation, dumbification, p in v sex
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she had awoken to his cock surging inside of her, plummeting into her depths until he found it. the spot that always made her open more for him. impossibly wide and then some.
caleb's gluttony knows no bounds, sadicious whispers licking the shell of her ear: 'it's never enough' or 'i want more'. his mouth slides down the nape of her neck, the skin salty yet sugary sweet. all he can process is the feeling of her ring clenching around his length. the sinful, sticky plaps of each thrust. sleep still graces her body, soft and supple skin pliant under his abusive grasp.
what's worse, she doesn't even scold him this time, just croons into the pillow as he rolls against her. it does something spiritual to him, watching her surrender to his wrath.
"pussy's so fuckin' wet, pips, shit— hah," his voice catches when the head of his cock brushes against her cervix.
her thighs tighten at the feeling, hand shooting back to grab a fistful of his hair. anything at all to help her gain stability as he mounts her.
"calebcalebcaleb!"
her eyes finally crack open, refusing the lull of sleep and welcoming her brother's full-fledged desire. no matter how long it's been, she still feels the rush of excitement whenever their eyes lock— the first taste of sex, of having her caleb inside of her. something that seemed so revolting at first. now she would give anything to stay like this, completely his and ready to bloat herself so full of his cum that it rewrites her entire dna.
a large, calloused hand snakes between her thighs, lifting it up, up, up, until he's got the meanest angle going. his name only grows heavier on her tongue and he laughs breathlessly.
"caleeeb. god you're cute. just a total slut for this, right?" his mockery shoots straight to her belly, coiling her insides.
"oh? you like that? like it when i make fun of how pathetic you are while taking this dick?" the drag of his shaft is slow and torturous.
she nods, tears prickling at the edge of her vision as his hand goes to squeeze her face degradingly. the heat of her cheeks almost sears his fingertips.
"speak."
"hnghh— y-yes! i, ah-ah, like it,"
"you love it."
"i fucking love it!" she confirms, eyes rolling back and drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.
"i know, baby. just makes you stupid as shit, waking you up like this. havin' such a hard time talkin'... fuuuck, i love this pussy. gonna fill you up with so much cum it's insane, pips."
gripping her chin, he yanks her gaze down to where they connect, her puffy clit sticking out like a sore thumb while his cock pumps in and out of her. the way his skin shifts up and down his pretty shaft, the crown of his head peaking each time he pulls out, only to plunge deeper. it's all too fucking much, turning her brain into mush.
she wants to claw her ears off for how vile she sounds, feeling an out-of-body experience with each time she draws out a moan. is this really, truly her? if so, caleb's cock is a religious experience.
"wanna feel my baby sister's dumb cunny cream on me. can you do that? nod your head, goober."
you and caleb were deep in the heat of the moment on his bed, bodies moving together in a passionate rhythm, his thick cock slid in and out of your slick, unprotected pussy with long strokes, filling you completely.
you’d convinced him to skip the condom tonight, whispering how desperately you needed to feel him raw, all while secretly planning to baby-trap him hoping his cum would take root and bind him to you forever.
he groaned deeply, hips rolling as he thrust harder, his heavy balls pressing against you with every plunge, the pleasure was building fast, your walls fluttering around his pulsing length.
then you made your move, you slid your legs up and wrapped them firmly around his waist, ankles locking tight behind his back.
the shift pulled him even deeper, angling his cock so the swollen head nudged right against your cervix. your pussy squeezed him rhythmically, holding him in place.
caleb’s rhythm faltered. his breath hitched sharply. “f-fuck..” he whispered, voice strained and desperate, forehead dropping to yours.
you felt his cock throb intensely inside you, swelling as he teetered right on the edge. for a heartbeat, his hips tensed like he might try to pull back.
but it felt too incredible. the tight, wet heat of your pussy gripping him, your legs trapping him deep. he couldn’t stop.
with a low, ragged moan, he kept going, driving into you with urgent, grinding thrusts, your locked ankles kept him buried to the hilt, refusing to let him withdraw even an inch. “god… it’s too good,” he panted, sweat-slicked skin sliding against yours as he fucked you harder, chasing the overwhelming sensation.
you moaned softly, rolling your hips to meet him, nails lightly dragging down his back. “don’t stop, caleb…”
his pace grew more desperate, thrusts deep and the wet, intimate sounds of your bodies filled the room.
finally, he shattered. with a deep groan, caleb buried himself as far as your locked legs allowed and came hard. thick spurts of cum flooded your pussy, pulsing against your cervix as he emptied himself completely inside you. wave after wave of his warm seed filled your womb, exactly as you’d planned.
your own climax crashed over you, pussy clenching tightly around him, milking every drop. even afterward, you kept your legs wrapped around his waist, holding him deep while his cock twitched with the final aftershocks, his release safely trapped inside your unprotected body.
“fuck… i couldn’t pull out,” he breathed shakily, still buried in you, lost in the pleasure.
you smiled softly against his skin, satisfied that the first step of your baby trap had worked perfectly.
Summary: A lazy Sunday quickly spirals out of control when Valko turns laundry day into playful chaos, carrying you to the washing machine, shamelessly spanking each other before eating you out, teasing you with a metal butt plug formed from his metalization evol, and ultimately fucking you senseless on top of the washer before the cycle, and the afternoon, finally comes to a blissfully domestic end.
Word Count: 13k
Warnings/Themes: 18+ MDNI! Domestic fluff, sub!Valko, switch!Valko, dom!Valko, evol play, Valko makes you a buttplug out of his evol and spits on your hole, size kink, you spank each other, dirty talk, pet names, praise, biting, squirting, oral, eating ass and pussy, P in V sex.
A/n: Someone requested spanking Valko a few days ago so I incorporated a teeny bit of that here. Reblog if you enjoy! ^^
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It was supposed to be a chill Sunday. A lazy Sunday. A day dedicated entirely to sleeping in, lounging around the house, and doing absolutely nothing productive for once. Unfortunately for you…You had slept over at your boyfriend’s last night.
Valko possessed the energy of a golden retriever that had somehow been trapped inside the body of a six-foot-two, two-hundred-and-ten-pound werewolf. Sitting still for more than five consecutive minutes seemed physically impossible for him. If he wasn’t working, he was working out. If he wasn’t working out, he was fixing something. If nothing needed fixing, he’d invent a project just to keep his massive hands busy. Rest simply wasn’t a language his body understood.
You, meanwhile, happened to be fluent in it. The morning had started predictably enough. You’d stirred awake just long enough to catch the delicious smell of breakfast drifting upstairs from the kitchen before promptly rolling over and falling right back asleep. Sometime later, Valko had come padding into the bedroom carrying all that warm, boundless enthusiasm with him, climbing onto the bed without an ounce of shame before draping every bit of his crushing weight directly across your much smaller body; his favorite oversized puppy maneuver.
He’d buried his face into your hair, nuzzled you until you laughed, kissed your cheek, and spent a solid five minutes trying to convince you to come downstairs and eat breakfast with him. You’d mumbled something about ten more minutes. He’d accepted defeat. Then he’d returned after washing the dishes. Ten more minutes. He’d come back again after finishing his morning run. Ten more minutes. Then he’d showered. Changed clothes. Probably reorganized half the house just because he couldn’t sit still.
When he came back a fourth time, you’d stubbornly repeated the exact same answer without even opening your eyes, “ten more minutes, babe…”
But apparently…Valko had finally decided your ten minutes had expired.
“Baby giiirl~” his voice echoed up from the bottom of the staircase, loud enough that you could hear the grin stretching across his dimpled face before you ever saw him.
A second later, the entire house seemed to vibrate beneath the unmistakable thunder of his footsteps as he bounded upstairs with all the subtlety of a charging bear.
“I’m comin’ for yaaa!” He sang cheerfully while climbing the stairs two at a time, “it’s noon already, you better be up by the time I get there! Let’s go, lazy!”
“Noooo…” You groaned dramatically, already bracing yourself for whatever menace he’d decided to become this time.
In a desperate act of self-preservation, you grabbed the ridiculously fluffy blanket he’d insisted on buying because it was “the softest thing he’d ever touched” and yanked it completely over your head. You wrapped yourself into it as tightly as humanly possible, curling into a stubborn little ball while clutching every edge beneath you like your life depended on it.
“It’s Sunday, for fuck’s sake!” Your protest dissolved into another dramatic whine the instant you heard footsteps stop outside the bedroom.
Silence. Then the quiet creak of the doorframe as something, more accurately, someone very large, leaned casually against it.
“Rise and shine, princess!” He called cheerfully as he wandered farther into the bedroom, sounding entirely too awake for a Sunday afternoon, “c’mon, at least keep me some company while I do laundry, I need stimulation. It’s sheet day!”
A miserable groan escaped you as you tightened your grip on the blanket cocooned around your body, clutching the soft fabric with every ounce of stubborn determination you possessed, “Valko, I’m gonna kick your ass if you come any closer…”
A hearty laugh answered you almost immediately, warm with amusement and entirely unconcerned by the threat.
“Kinda hard to kick my ass from fetal position, don’t ya think?” He teased, “now, c’mere.”
You heard him coming before you felt him. His footsteps stopped beside the bed, and a second later the mattress dipped beneath the considerable weight of one knee as he climbed onto it. The movement rolled gently through the mattress, shifting your tightly curled body despite your best efforts to stay anchored in place. Before long, you felt the familiar warmth of his much larger frame surrounding you as he crawled over, effortlessly boxing you in from every direction until there was nowhere left to retreat.
Even beneath the blanket, you could tell exactly how close he was. The fresh scent of his body wash drifted through the fabric, clean and comforting after his morning shower, while the steady warmth radiating from him seeped through the thick blanket wrapped around you. It was annoyingly pleasant. As much as you wanted to stay grumpy, there was something deeply familiar about the way he always seemed to engulf you completely whenever he climbed into your personal space, his sheer size turning even your most dramatic attempts at hiding into little more than a game.
“Someone made a wet mess again last night…” He murmured teasingly near your ear, his voice softened by the blanket between you as his large hands began searching along the bundled fabric. His fingers traced patiently over the edges until they found the corner you were desperately clinging to above your head, and you immediately tightened your grip with a quiet sound of protest, “I gotta wash the bedsheets, baby. Waterproof doesn’t mean magical. C’mon. Up you go.”
A long, dramatic groan escaped you as you stubbornly tightened your grip on the blanket, digging your fingers deeper into the impossibly soft fabric while you resisted every gentle tug he gave it. The blanket shifted back and forth between the two of you, bunching and stretching as you pulled with all the determination of someone defending their life rather than their Sunday morning sleep. The resistance only seemed to amuse him more. His laughter bubbled out warm and hearty above you, vibrating through the mattress as he leaned his weight into the playful tugging. You bit the inside of your cheek. God damn it. Even this had somehow turned into a game for that giant puppy.
“Ohhh…” He hummed with exaggerated intrigue, drawing the sound out as though he’d just made a groundbreaking discovery, “my stubborn little wolf wants to play tug o’ war with me…”
“No I don’t!” You shot back, punctuating the denial with another stubborn yank that only made the blanket stretch tighter between the two of you.
His laughter only grew richer.
“She’s gonna looose~” he sang smugly, every ounce of his confidence dripping through the playful tease, “unless…”
The tugging stopped. Immediately, your entire body tensed beneath the blanket. That was suspicious. Far too suspicious. You held perfectly still, waiting for whatever ridiculous surprise attack his devious mind had cooked up next. Instead, the comforting weight surrounding you disappeared as you felt him climb off the mattress, followed by the quiet thud of his bare feet meeting the hardwood floor beside the bed. You frowned beneath your blanket fortress.
“First,” Valko mused thoughtfully to himself in the tone of a man narrating an instructional cooking show, “we gotta pack the meat filling into the dough sheet…”
You blinked beneath the blanket, “eh??”
Before you could even process whatever bizarre comparison he’d just invented, his enormous hands descended upon you. They fussed and fluffed at the blanket wrapped around your curled-up body with surprising concentration, patting here, tucking there, gently pressing and reshaping your cocoon until you felt less like a person and more like an oversized dumpling being prepared for the oven. Every affectionate squeeze and adjustment jostled you around inside your blanket prison while he worked with complete seriousness, humming quietly to himself as though this made perfect sense.
“Uh-huh…” He murmured with obvious satisfaction once he’d finished molding your blanket cocoon to his liking. A broad palm landed squarely against your ass with a loud, playful smack before giving it a firm little pat, the touch cushioned comfortably through the thick layers of blanket as he tucked the fabric even tighter around your hips, “yup, gotta make sure the booty is nice and snug so it doesn’t spill out…”
The absolute confidence with which he delivered the line was so utterly ridiculous that you could practically picture the pleased grin stretched across his face, completely convinced he’d just crafted the world’s finest blanket dumpling.
A helpless laugh finally escaped you, the sound muffled beneath the layers of blanket as you wriggled uselessly inside your fluffy prison, “what are you doing, you big dork?”
“Me?” He replied with all the casual confidence in the world, “oh, I’m just making my little rabbit soup dumpling.”
You opened your mouth to ask what on earth that was supposed to mean, but the question never made it out. Without the slightest warning, the entire blanket lurched upward. A startled yelp burst from your lips as the mattress suddenly disappeared beneath you and gravity shifted so abruptly your stomach swooped. One moment you had been safely curled up on the bed, and the next you were suspended completely off the ground, bundled tightly inside the blanket as though you’d been scooped up in the world’s largest sack. The thick fabric cradled you from every side, swaying gently as Valko effortlessly hoisted your cocoon into the air. You couldn’t see a thing beyond the soft folds wrapped around your face, but you could feel yourself dangling there, your weight swinging lightly while he held you as easily as though you weighed nothing at all. You had officially become a rabbit caught in a net.
“Then we gotta seal the dumpling so she can’t paw her way out…” He narrated thoughtfully to himself, sounding absurdly invested in the process.
Before you could protest, you felt yourself slowly turning. The blanket twisted above you where he gripped it, winding tighter and tighter until your little cocoon snugly spiraled around you. The gentle spinning sent your body swaying in lazy circles through the air, and despite every intention of maintaining your dignity, a laugh bubbled uncontrollably out of your chest, “weeee!”
“There she goes,” he chuckled proudly, sounding entirely too pleased with himself as your delighted laughter filled the bedroom, “perfect dumpling integrity.”
Then you felt him brace. It was only the slightest shift in his stance, a tiny adjustment of his footing that you had just enough time to notice before the world tipped sideways again. With effortless care, he lifted your bundled little cocoon higher and tossed you smoothly up over his shoulder. The movement was so practiced, so controlled, that it felt less like being thrown and more like being gently relocated by someone who knew exactly how much strength he possessed. You landed against the broad slope of his upper back with a soft little bounce, your blanket nest cushioning every bit of the impact while your stomach fluttered from the exhilarating change in height.
From inside your blanket fortress, you could feel the sheer breadth of him beneath you. His shoulder was solid, his back impossibly broad, and one large arm kept securely wrapped around the twisted end of the blanket to make absolutely certain his precious dumpling wasn’t going anywhere.
“And then,” he continued with complete satisfaction, “we take the little dumpling downstairs and toss the dough sheet inside the wash.”
“Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of making a dumpling?” You teased, your laughter still bubbling up as you swayed comfortably over his back.
“Nah,” he answered without missing a beat, laughing to himself as he strolled out of the bedroom with you slung across his broad back like the proudest hunter returning home with his prize. Every easy step made you bounce lightly against him, cushioned by the ridiculously fluffy blanket, “that means I get a nice heaping serving of protein without the carbs. Work smarter, not harder.”
You couldn’t help snorting, “you’re such a meathead! What are you gonna do with me, anyway? Put me on a plate and eat me plain?”
“Plain?” He repeated with exaggerated offense as he rounded the corner into the upstairs hallway, “who says you’re plain? I just have to play with you till you get nice and saucy and wet for me.”
“Ew!” You cackled, your laughter echoing down the quiet hallway.
“Mmm…” He smacked his lips dramatically, clearly entertaining himself far more than he had any right to, “secret dumpling sauce…”
Still chuckling, he carried you a little farther before slowing to a stop outside the laundry closet tucked neatly into the upstairs hallway beside his bedroom. You felt the subtle shift in his stance as he bent his knees, and with the same effortless care he’d shown carrying you, he gently swung your bundled body forward. The blanket cradled you securely as he lowered you toward the floor, every movement smooth enough that you barely felt the transition before your back settled onto the wood with the plush blanket still wrapped snugly around you.
For a moment, all you could see was darkness. The thick folds of blanket surrounded you like a cozy little cave, muffling the world outside until you heard him crouch nearby. Then warm fingers found the edge of your cocoon, and with one playful tug, he peeled the blanket open. Bright afternoon light spilled through the opening, chasing away the darkness as his smiling face appeared above you, framed by tousled auburn hair and that unmistakably dimpled grin he wore whenever he was far too pleased with himself.
“Peekaboo,” he grinned.
You lay there exactly where he’d left you, your knees tucked comfortably against your stomach beneath the cocoon of fluffy blanket while your wrists dangled loosely in front of your chest like tiny rabbit paws. A sleepy, lopsided smile tugged at your lips as you squinted up at him, the bright hallway light spilling around the silhouette of his enormous frame. Sunlight from the nearby windows caught along the edges of his broad shoulders, outlining the powerful build that seemed to fill the doorway all by itself.
He was dressed for a lazy Sunday in nothing more than a pair of loose lounge sweats hanging low on his hips, his broad chest and sculpted torso left completely bare after his morning shower. A pair of thin-framed silver glasses rested over the familiar crooked bridge of his nose, softening his features just enough to make him look unfairly handsome. Your gaze drifted lower as his grin slowly widened, catching on the gleaming tips of the little fangs peeking between his lips the moment he noticed the ridiculous little pose you’d unconsciously curled yourself into.
Neither of you said a word. You didn’t need to. Somewhere along the way, the two of you had become frighteningly good at reading one another. The second his golden eyes lit up with mischief, you already knew you were in trouble. His massive hands swooped toward you without warning, settling against your stomach as easily as though you weighed nothing at all. With effortless strength, he nudged your tucked-up knees aside before his fingertips curled into your sides, scruffing and kneading at your tummy with playful determination. The first ticklish squeeze ripped an involuntary squeal from your throat before dissolving into helpless laughter. You immediately started batting at his forearms with both hands, trying desperately to shove the giant menace away while cackles tumbled uncontrollably out of you.
“V-Val! Stop!” You pleaded.
He laughed right along with you, completely unmoved by your increasingly dramatic attempts to defend yourself. Every time you twisted away from one hand, the other found another vulnerable spot, his wandering fingers dancing across your stomach, your waist, your sides, and your hips with infuriating precision. You writhed beneath him, kicking uselessly on top of the blanket while he effortlessly kept you on your back, his much larger frame making your resistance feel more like an energetic wrestling match than an actual escape attempt. Eventually, through nothing but sheer persistence and an embarrassing amount of flailing, you finally managed to roll away from him. You flopped onto your belly with a triumphant little gasp, convinced you’d escaped.
SMACK!
A startled yelp flew out of you as his broad palm landed squarely over your ass with a loud, playful swat. The impact sent a pleasant sting blooming beneath the thin fabric of your tiny booty shorts, the sensation rippling warmly across your skin as your whole body jolted from the surprise. All the wriggling and wrestling had ridden the snug little shorts perilously high between your cheeks, and the playful smack only made you suddenly, acutely aware of just how crookedly they were sitting.
Before you could even reach back to rescue your poor shorts from the wedgie they’d worked themselves into, Valko’s quick fingers were already there. They hooked playfully beneath the elastic of both your shorts and your panties before you had the slightest chance to react, and with one swift, mischievous tug, he yanked them both down just enough to bare your entire ass to the cool hallway air.
“Mmmm…” He hummed thoughtfully as he bent closer, his grin widening beneath the low bridge of his glasses, “fresh meat.”
“Ow!” You yelped through a burst of helpless laughter, twisting around just in time to feel his fangs nip playfully into the soft curve of your asscheek. The bite wasn’t hard enough to hurt, only enough to leave behind that pleasantly sharp sting that made you squeal and swat wildly behind yourself, your palm smacking uselessly against one of his broad forearms while he laughed above you, “you menace!”
Still giggling, you scrambled onto your feet in a clumsy stumble, nearly tripping over yourself as you bolted down the hallway toward the safety of his bedroom before those enormous arms could wrap around your waist again. Your bare feet slapped against the hardwood while laughter echoed between the walls behind you, and you didn’t have to look back to know he was thoroughly entertained by your dramatic retreat.
“Okay, okay!” You called over your shoulder between laughs, “I’m up already, leave me alone!”
“Atta girl!” He answered triumphantly, his rich laugh following after you with unmistakable satisfaction.
By the time you disappeared into the bedroom, he’d already stooped to scoop the abandoned blanket from the floor, giving the fluffy bundle a practiced shake before tossing it neatly into the washing machine like the entire ridiculous operation had been a complete success.
Still smiling to yourself, you wandered into his bathroom with another sleepy yawn, rubbing at one eye as the last traces of drowsiness slowly began giving way to the afternoon. You reached automatically for the toothbrush he always kept tucked beside his own, the little domestic gesture so familiar now that you hardly thought about it anymore. After brushing your teeth, you stepped beneath the warm spray for a quick shower, letting the water wake you fully before it had a chance to cool while the washing machine worked through its cycle nearby.
Clean, refreshed, and finally feeling halfway human again, you dried yourself off and slipped into a fresh pair of underwear before stealing one of Valko’s oversized T-shirts from the neatly folded stack he’d left in his dresser. The soft fabric swallowed your frame completely, hanging almost to the middle of your thighs and smelling faintly of clean cotton mixed with the unmistakably comforting scent that always seemed to cling to him. It fit less like a shirt and more like a cozy little tent, and if you were being honest, you liked it that way.
When you stepped back into the hallway, you found the redhead bent over beside the open dryer with a laundry basket resting on the floor at his feet. Freshly dried clothes spilled in warm heaps from the drum as he absentmindedly transferred them into the basket, completely focused on his self-appointed Sunday chore. His broad back shifted beneath his movements, muscles rolling effortlessly beneath his skin as he worked, entirely unaware of the quiet footsteps approaching behind him.
A mischievous smile slowly spread across your face. You crept forward as quietly as you could, carefully avoiding the lazy swish of his enormous auburn tail while you reeled your hand back. Your eyes narrowed with exaggerated concentration as you mentally painted the world’s most obvious target across the perfectly toned curve of his ass.
SMACK!
Your palm landed squarely against him with a satisfyingly loud clap, the playful swat making the firm muscle beneath your hand give the tiniest little jiggle. You immediately burst into laughter.
SMACK!
“You havin’ fun back there?” He teased over his shoulder, sounding completely unbothered as he remained bent over in front of the dryer, casually reaching farther inside to retrieve another armful of warm laundry. If anything, he seemed to be making the job easier for you. His enormous auburn tail gave a leisurely swish before deliberately moving itself out of your way, as though politely clearing the target.
SMACK!
“Yeah,” you admitted between helpless giggles, shaking out your tingling hand before lining yourself up again. You couldn’t help noticing the way the tip of his tail wagged ever so slightly beyond his control every time you wound up for another playful swat, the involuntary movement making you grin even wider, “I am, actually.”
You reeled your arm back once more, ready to land another satisfying smack, but before your hand could swing forward, Valko reached behind himself with one absentminded motion and hooked his thumb beneath the waistband of his lounge sweats and briefs. Chuckling to himself, he tugged them down just enough to bare one side of his ass over the curve of his hip, presenting it with such ridiculous confidence that your entire train of thought derailed. The sight alone sent you into another fit of laughter. Your carefully aimed swing dissolved into an uncoordinated flail as your palm landed squarely against the exposed cheek.
SMACK!
The sound echoed loudly through the hallway.
“Pffft,” he snorted, finally glancing back at you over his shoulder with a grin that was equal parts smug and encouraging. He tipped his chin toward you in challenge, his glasses slipping ever so slightly lower along the crooked bridge of his nose, “c’mon, is that the best you’ve got?”
You laughed so hard your stomach hurt, “oh, you’re asking for it now!”
Planting your feet a little wider, you rolled your shoulder dramatically like you were preparing for the most important athletic event of your life. Valko watched the entire performance with obvious amusement, still leaning comfortably against the dryer as one elbow came to rest on top of it. He propped his chin lazily into his palm while his other hand continued holding his waistband down with all the casual confidence in the world, patiently waiting for your next attempt. You narrowed your eyes at him. Then swung.
SMACK!
“There you go,” he chuckled approvingly, barely reacting beyond the pleasant bounce of the impact as a faint flush began blooming across the spot you’d been repeatedly targeting,” that’s better. You can go harder. Don’t chicken out. Don’t be shy.”
His completely shameless confidence only made you laugh harder. Determined not to let him have the last word, you drew your arm back again and put a little more enthusiasm behind the swing this time. Your palm cracked against the growing pink welt with another satisfyingly loud clap, the impact sending a pleasant sting buzzing through your own hand while Valko’s laughter filled the hallway alongside yours.
SMACK!
“Here,” he said as he finally straightened to his full height and turned to face you.
The instant that enormous frame squared up in front of you, towering close enough to steal the light from above, a burst of exhilaration shot through your chest. You gasped on instinct, equal parts thrilled and suspicious as his golden eyes gleamed with unmistakable mischief behind the lenses perched on the crooked bridge of his nose. Every instinct screamed at you to run. You managed exactly one step backward.
His hand caught your wrist with effortless precision, “lemme show you how it’s done.”
“Oh, no—”
Before you could twist free or make a break for it, Valko smoothly spun you around until you were facing the washer. His huge hands immediately engulfed your waist, lifting you clean off the floor as though you weighed next to nothing.
A shriek of helpless laughter burst from your lungs as your feet left the ground, “ahh! No, don’t you dare! Bad dog! Bad!”
“What?” He laughed, sounding thoroughly entertained as he settled you belly-first across the gently rumbling lid of the washing machine. The steady vibration hummed beneath your stomach while he leaned comfortably over you, gathering both of your wrists together behind your back in one broad hand. His grip was secure without ever being rough, holding you just firmly enough that every attempt to wriggle free became completely futile, “I’m just picking my favorite chew toy up off the ground.”
“Oh, very fucking clever,” you huffed another laugh, squirming dramatically beneath him while trying to kick backward with one foot, but before you could land even the slightest retaliation, his free hand found the oversized shirt draped over your hips. The soft fabric slid smoothly upward, bunching around your lower back before his fingers hooked the waistband of your underwear. With one quick, playful tug, he pulled them just low enough to bare your whole ass to the cool air of the hallway.
Your breath caught. Then—
SMACK!
A startled yelp escaped you as his broad palm landed squarely against your asscheek in one firm, playful swat. The impact bloomed into a pleasantly warm sting that spread beneath your skin almost instantly, making your toes curl as the sensation rippled through you. The force of it sent your body jolting just enough that you couldn’t help biting back another laugh, your heart racing from the surprise almost as much as from the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Damn,” he said, sounding genuinely impressed, “you hear that?”
You could hear the grin in his voice before you even felt his hand return. His broad palm settled over the lingering warmth with instinctive tenderness, slowly rubbing the spot he’d just swatted. The soothing caress melted across your skin in slow, comforting strokes, the roughness of his calloused palm contrasting pleasantly against the lingering heat until the playful sting softened beneath the warmth of his touch. His hand lingered there for a moment longer, gently smoothing over the flushed skin with quiet affection that somehow made your entire body relax despite yourself. Then, with absolutely no warning whatsoever—
SMACK!
A helpless giggle escaped you as you bit down lightly on your lower lip, your body jolting instinctively from the lingering warmth still throbbing across your skin. Acting entirely on impulse, you kicked one foot backward until the sole of it bumped against the hard wall of his thigh, more playful than forceful, and then, seized by another wonderfully terrible idea, you mischievously adjusted your aim a little higher.
Valko caught on immediately. His laughter cut off into an incredulous gasp as one massive hand shot down and wrapped securely around your ankle before your foot could get anywhere near its intended destination.
“You trying to kick me in the nuts?!” He exclaimed over the sound of your uncontrollable laughter, tightening his grip just enough to keep your foot suspended harmlessly in the air, “are you insane?!”
“Oopsie,” you answered through another fit of giggles, making absolutely no effort to sound apologetic.
SMACK!
A sharp yelp dissolved into laughter as his broad palm landed squarely against your ass once again, the playful swat sending another pleasant bloom of warmth rippling across your skin. The sting lingered only for a heartbeat before his hand softened, the same palm that had delivered the smack immediately smoothing over the welting skin in slow, soothing strokes. The contrast made you melt despite yourself, your muscles relaxing beneath the familiar roughness of his calloused hand as it gently caressed away the lingering heat.
“Naughty girl,” he laughed, shaking his head at your antics. Still holding your ankle captive, he leaned farther over you until the comforting warmth of his body surrounded you from behind. His broad chest hovered close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and the loose fabric of his lounge sweats brushed teasingly against the backs of your thighs every time either of you shifted. His free hand gave your ass an indulgent squeeze, kneading the soft curve beneath his palm while a content little hum escaped him, “don’t forget who’s trapping who right now…”
“Oh nooo,” you replied with exaggerated innocence, your voice dripping with theatrical concern as another laugh threatened to bubble free. All your squirming had worked your underwear even farther down your thighs, and as you wriggled beneath him again, you became acutely aware of the warmth pressing comfortably against the curve of your ass through the thin fabric of his sweats. The firm outline of his cock against you betrayed exactly how much he was enjoying the ridiculous wrestling match the two of you had turned laundry day into, and the realization only widened your grin, “the big bad wolf is gonna eat me while I’m stuck on top of his laundry machine…”
He snorted, the sound warm with amusement as he rested a little more of his weight against the washer, “that sounds like the start of a really cheesy porno.”
You burst into loud, unrestrained laughter.
“Shut up!” You cackled, twisting your head just enough to grin back at him over your shoulder, “this is the part where you’re supposed to hold me hostage while you eat me out.”
He barked out a laugh, genuine delight flashing across his face at your shameless demand, and before you could so much as brace yourself, his broad hands were already guiding you. With surprising gentleness for a man so impossibly large, he maneuvered you sideways across the top of the rumbling washing machine until you were lying comfortably on your stomach, stretched horizontally over the warm lid while its steady vibration hummed pleasantly beneath your body. He stepped back behind you once you were settled, taking a moment simply to admire the view in front of him before he slipped his glasses into the pocket of his sweats and his hands inevitably found their way back to you. They always did.
His enormous palms settled low beneath the curve of your ass before slowly, indulgently kneading their way upward, squeezing from the bottom to the top with obvious appreciation. Every slow pass of his hands molded greedily to your flesh, his fingers spreading wide as though he wanted to feel every inch of you beneath his palms. The rough warmth of his callouses contrasted deliciously against your softer skin, and the leisurely massage sent little shivers dancing beneath the surface as he shamelessly admired what he was holding.
“Oh…” He murmured, his teasing voice carrying a note of quiet fascination as his thumbs sank into the plushness of your ass. They lingered there for a heartbeat before gradually drifting lower, hovering so close to your pussy that your body reacted before your mind did. You felt yourself clench instinctively, your breath catching as anticipation curled warmly through your stomach, “is that what you want from me?”
His thumbs pressed gently outward. The pressure slowly encouraged your ass apart, and with it, your pussy spread between your thighs in a soft, embarrassingly audible little squelch that echoed through the otherwise quiet hallway. Heat rushed straight to your face, and you couldn’t stop yourself from biting lightly against the tip of your thumb to smother an involuntary giggle. Behind you, Valko let out a slow, appreciative sigh that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest, his hands giving another greedy squeeze as he continued holding you open beneath his gaze. Every tiny movement of his thumbs subtly shifted your body, and you could feel him watching with complete, unabashed fascination as the motion exposed more of your fully bared pussy to his hungry eyes. The intensity of his attention alone sent a tingling rush of erotic delight humming through your entire body.
“You want the big bad wolf to have a treat and eat your pussy?” He asked, his voice dropping into a lower, richer register that wrapped warmly around every word.
The question sent another pleasant shiver racing up your spine. His thumbs wandered lower again, leaving the soft curve of your ass to find your parted lips instead. He hooked them there with maddening patience before slowly dragging them along the length of your slit in one indulgent stroke. The intimate touch drew an immediate sigh from your lips as warmth pooled lower in your stomach, your body relaxing beneath his hands almost despite yourself while he explored you with quiet reverence.
You reached behind yourself without hesitation, your own fingertips finding purchase as you deliberately hooked your parts farther apart for him. The movement earned an immediate, unmistakable sound of appreciation from Valko, somewhere between a pleased hum and a quietly awed breath, and the reaction alone made a smile tug at your lips.
“No,” you answered, your voice dripping with playful authority, “I want you to just fucking stand there and just drool over it, Valko. Get on your knees and feast on it already!”
“Damn!” He laughed, thoroughly entertained by your bossiness as he surrendered without the slightest argument. Still chuckling to himself, he obediently lowered himself to his knees behind you, his golden eyes never leaving you for so much as a second, “don’t ave to tell me twice, say no more…Guess it’s already technically lunch time, isn’t it?”
His hands slid down your calves until they found your ankles, his broad palms wrapping around them with an easy, practiced gentleness as he folded your legs up into a more comfortable position. He guided them inward until the tops of your feet rested naturally against the warm expanse of his bare chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing brushing softly over your skin every time he inhaled. The washing machine rumbled steadily beneath your stomach, its gentle vibration humming through your hips while you lay stretched across the warm lid in eager anticipation, every nerve in your body buzzing as you waited for him.
The first thing that touched you wasn’t his mouth. It was the warm ghost of his breath. It feathered over the side of your ass in a slow exhale, sending a delicious shiver racing from the base of your spine all the way to the back of your neck. Goosebumps prickled over your skin as anticipation tightened pleasantly in your belly, and before you could even brace yourself, you gasped as his teeth sank playfully into the soft dough of your asscheek. The bite wasn’t enough to hurt, only enough to make your body jump with a startled laugh as you instinctively reached behind yourself again. He gently nudged your hands away with an amused little chuckle, silently insisting on having full access to admire and play with what was in front of him.
“Yum,” he murmured huskily.
The rough warmth of his tongue immediately soothed the spot he’d just bitten, slowly licking over the faint sting until it dissolved into another helpless giggle. The ticklish drag of his tongue made your shoulders shake, and you could hear the pleased little hum vibrating deep in his chest as he openly admired you.
“Your ass and pussy look like a heart in this position…” He breathed hotly.
You couldn’t help laughing, “yeah?”
“Yeah,” he answered without missing a beat, pressing an exaggerated, noisy smooch against the sore cheek he’d just bitten. His entire face smothered happily into the plush warmth of your ass, lingering there with obvious satisfaction before he mumbled into your skin, “let me drive a stake through it—”
“—Huh?!” You guffawed, your laughter exploding out of you so suddenly your whole body bounced against the humming washing machine.
The realization hit him immediately. His shoulders shook with embarrassed laughter as he dropped his forehead dramatically against your ass.
“I meant like, y’know, a butt plug. God, that came out wrong…” He groaned into your skin before laughing at himself, “sorry, I think I’m bad at talking dirty sometimes.”
You laughed even harder, “some werewolf you are, what a bad pun!”
“I know,” he admitted, rubbing his forehead against your ass in theatrical defeat.
“Fine…” You relented with another grin, “but make it a little smaller than last time.”
“’Kay,” he accepted obediently.
His attention returned to you almost immediately. Soft kisses began peppering their way across your ass one after another, each lingering smooch landing a little closer to your pussy than the last. The warm press of his lips contrasted deliciously against the cooler air brushing over your exposed skin, and every kiss made your stomach flutter harder in anticipation. Between them, you suddenly felt the gentle pad of one fingertip glide along the inside of your slit. The slow stroke gathered the slick arousal already coating you before his finger lazily circled your clit in teasing little rubs that made you sigh through parted lips.
You were soaked. Warm. Gooey. Your slick coated his fingertip so thoroughly that every slow pass over your clit glided effortlessly through your arousal, and you could both feel and hear the quiet, wet slide of it as he toyed with you. Behind you, the low hum vibrating in his throat grew warmer, needier, the sound drifting closer and closer to your ass until you could feel his breath washing over your asshole. Every tiny exhale made you clench instinctively, your thighs twitching as anticipation mounted higher.
But before he went there, his broad thumbs settled against your ass once more. They pressed gently outward, slowly spreading you open beneath his admiring gaze until your pussy parted completely for him. You felt yourself open beneath the pressure, exposing every glistening inch of your wet slit while the slickness between your lips stretched in soft little strings that caught briefly before breaking. Valko let out the quietest, most appreciative sigh, openly drinking in the sight with hungry eyes as his hands continued massaging your ass apart, mesmerized by the way every subtle squeeze and shift of his thumbs made your fully bared pussy move beneath them.
The erotic intensity of being watched like that made heat bloom straight through your core. You felt him lean closer. His tongue slowly rolled out, broad and shamelessly flat, and your jaw fell open in silent anticipation as you felt its first warm contact settle against your clit. He didn’t rush. He simply dragged one slow, indulgent lap through your dripping folds, broad enough to smother every inch of your pussy as he leisurely tasted his way upward. The unhurried stroke made your toes curl against his chest while a helpless shudder rippled through your entire body, and by the time his tongue reached the twitching little pucker of your asshole, your breath had completely abandoned you. Thank God you’d just showered.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, the sound vibrating warmly against you as he let out a blissful, breathy sigh that fanned hot across your clit before lowering his mouth to it again. This time, he wrapped his lips around the sensitive little bud with shameless devotion, sucking it into the welcoming heat of his mouth while his tongue flicked against it in practiced little strokes. He lingered there just long enough to make your thighs quiver before slowly letting it slip free again with one long, indulgent suck that echoed obscenely through the quiet hallway, the wet sound prickling all the way up the back of your neck, “who needs lubricant when they have the juiciest little pussy?”
“Val…” You giggled coyly into the back of your hand, your voice dissolving into another helpless laugh as your toes curled against his chest. Heat flooded your cheeks so quickly it almost made you dizzy, and somehow his filthy praise only made you burn hotter.
“What?” He asked with unmistakable amusement.
Oh, God. You felt him smirk. The corner of his mouth curled right against you before he shamelessly dove back in, taking another slow, greedy pull of your pussy. This time he didn’t settle for your clit alone. He drew your swollen lips into his mouth with brazen hunger, sucking them between his lips before giving them an affectionate little shake that made you gasp, your whole body jolting over the gently vibrating washing machine. The wet, sloppy sound that followed when he finally let you slip free made your stomach tighten with delight, and you could feel the warm trail of his saliva stretching from your pussy back to his lips before it finally broke. Without missing a beat, his tongue swept back over your clit in one teasing lap that made you jump, his broad hands tightening around your ass as they kneaded the soft flesh with obvious satisfaction.
“It’s true…” He murmured, his voice roughened by the way he’d been savoring you, “you’re like fresh meat falling off a bone. You’re scrumptious. I could eat this pretty little thing all day and still want more…”
The filthy sincerity in his voice sent another shiver coursing through you. He slowly drifted higher again, his tongue finding your asshole with complete shamelessness as he flicked over it in slow, exploratory little strokes. His thumbs settled against your ass once more, gently but firmly hooking you farther apart as he devoted himself to an unhurried barrage of affectionate licks. The warm glide of his tongue against such a sensitive spot sent your eyes rolling helplessly back, your brows knitting high against your forehead while a soft moan escaped your lips. Your cheek sank deeper against the humming washing machine, the steady vibration beneath you blending with every slow, indulgent stroke until pleasure buzzed through your entire body.
“Same with this perfect little hole,” he breathed, the warm words ghosting directly over your skin before his thumb slid lazily through the mixture of your slick and his saliva. The slow glide carried all the way to your asshole, where he began rubbing gentle little circles that made your stomach flutter, “looks so pretty when you have a shiny little plug sticking out of it…”
You inhaled sharply. Then you felt the unmistakable contrast. The cool, perfectly smooth touch of polished metal gradually replaced the warmth of his thumb, sending another delicious shiver racing through you. It was one of your favorite little displays of his Evol. You felt the metal slowly take shape against his fingertips as though it were growing directly beneath his touch, the rounded surface impossibly sleek against your heated skin. Patiently, almost proudly, he finished forming the plug before tracing its rounded tip around the tight little pucker of your asshole in slow, deliberate circles, letting the cool metal tease and outline the sensitive ring without rushing a single movement.
“Here, let me help you get it in…” He murmured, easing himself back just enough that you immediately knew exactly what he was about to do, “get you nice and sloppy-wet.”
A heartbeat later, you felt it. The warm splatter of his saliva landed directly against your asshole with an audible spit, coating the sensitive little ring before slowly beginning to drip downward. The sudden contrast of hot spit against your skin made your entire body tense, your stomach erupting with heat as your asshole instinctively clenched around nothing, betraying exactly how much the sensation affected you.
“Nasty bastard,” you muttered beneath your breath, trying and failing to sound genuinely offended.
His response came in the form of a low, breathy laugh that rumbled warmly against your ass. He sounded thoroughly turned on by the insult, never taking offense, always delighting in the sharp edge of your tongue just as much as the affection hidden beneath it. One broad hand steadied your hip while the other guided the cool, polished metal back toward you, the rounded tip gliding through the mixture of his spit and your slick before settling squarely against your slippery asshole.
“We both know how much you love getting your holes drooled and slobbered over,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement as the metal slowly began pressing inward, “don’t act all coy with me now, you’re just as nasty…”
You flinched the instant the rounded tip finally popped inside. The familiar stretch spread through you in slow, delicious increments as he patiently fed the plug deeper, your ass gradually opening around the widening shape. Every careful push filled you a little more, the smooth metal sliding farther inside until the thickest part finally disappeared and your ass swallowed it all the way to its base. The snug fullness settled comfortably inside you, drawing another involuntary little squeeze from your body as you adjusted around it.
“Oh, look at that…” He breathed, pure fascination dripping shamelessly from every word. His fingers curled around the base of the plug before giving it the tiniest playful tug, making the tight ring of your asshole flex around it as he watched with openly hungry admiration. He was utterly enthralled by every tiny movement, every subtle clench, every little twitch your body made beneath his hands, “she’s so cute when she’s all plugged up and dripping wet…”
The naked appreciation in his voice made another shiver ripple through you. Then his thumb returned to your clit. He stroked slowly through the slickness gathered there, rubbing lazy circles that made your hips twitch before his tongue followed, flicking warmly against your pussy. His thumb swept over your clit again. Then his tongue. Then his thumb. Then another broad, indulgent lick. The alternating rhythm quickly became impossible to think through, every slow stroke and every teasing flick blending together until your breathing grew uneven and your whole body began writhing helplessly over the humming washing machine.
You pressed your ass back toward him as much as the position allowed, shamelessly chasing every touch while your hips wiggled with growing impatience. The movement made your pussy rub against his mouth in tiny, needy little motions, and before you could second-guess yourself, you lifted your legs and hooked your feet securely around the back of his neck. Your shins settled comfortably across his broad shoulders as you pulled him firmly toward you.
A surprised little noise escaped him. It immediately dissolved into a muffled groan as you buried his face straight into your pussy. His broad hands tightened around your ass with obvious appreciation while he let himself be pulled exactly where you wanted him, his nose and mouth smothering eagerly against your wetness as though he couldn’t possibly complain about being manhandled into his favorite place.
“Eat your fucking lunch already, Valko,” you demanded through a sultry little giggle.
You deliberately wiggled your pussy from side to side against his mouth, grinding yourself playfully over his face, and Valko answered with enthusiastic obedience. He matched every movement you made, letting your hips guide him while he messily nuzzled into your warmth with delighted little hums, openly savoring every inch of you as though he truly intended to spend the rest of the afternoon greedily devouring his favorite meal.
Heather surged straight through your sex the instant the broad expanse of his tongue pushed inside you. The sheer width of it filled you just enough to make your breath catch, and the slow, shameless wiggle of the muscle inside your pussy sent a delicious shudder racing all the way up your spine. The mere thought of what he was doing made your stomach tighten with heat. God…He had literally shoved his tongue inside your pussy.
A helpless moan spilled from your lips as that delicious bastard greedily ate you up, completely unashamed of the sloppy, hungry way he devoured every inch of you. Your toes curled hard behind his thick neck while your hips instinctively pressed back into him, smothering his face as deeply into your pussy as you possibly could. You held him there with shameless need, grinding yourself against his mouth until you could actually feel the tip of his nose nudging against the smooth metal plug nestled snugly inside your ass. The sensation sent another violent pulse of pleasure through your body, making your fingers desperately clutch the edge of the washing machine while the steady vibration beneath your stomach only blurred together with the euphoria steadily melting every muscle in your body.
“Oh my God…” You breathed, your eyes rolling blissfully toward the ceiling as a grin spread helplessly across your face. The warm sighs escaping his nose and mouth washed over your soaked skin between every greedy mouthful he took, making you shiver from head to toe, “oh my God…That feels so good…Eat it up, babe, eat every last bite…”
His response came without a single word. One large hand wrapped affectionately around your foot where it rested against his neck, his thumb lazily stroking over your heel while his other broad hand spread possessively across your ass. His fingers kneaded into the soft flesh with obvious appreciation before tightening just enough to hold you exactly where he wanted you. Then he buried his face into your pussy all over again, enthusiastically shaking his head against you with messy determination until another helpless giggle bubbled out of your chest.
You could feel him smiling. No…You could actually feel him smirking against your pussy. The subtle lift of the corner of his mouth brushed your sensitive skin before the faint tips of his little fangs grazed teasingly along your folds, making your stomach flutter so violently it almost hurt. A heartbeat later his tongue returned, broad and eager, lapping lovingly over your clit with the same shameless enthusiasm he’d shown from the very beginning. Every slow lick was followed by another. Then another. He wasn’t pacing himself anymore. He was simply indulging, openly savoring every taste and every little sound you made as though he’d been starving for this exact moment all day.
Somewhere behind him, a familiar rhythmic thumping echoed through the tiny laundry closet. Thump. Thump. Thump. You grinned before you even consciously recognized it. His tail. His giant fluffy tail was wagging so hard it kept smacking the floor behind him, then bouncing into the wall of the laundry closet with every increasingly enthusiastic sweep. You didn’t have to lift your head to know what it looked like. You could picture it perfectly. The mighty chairman of EonCore, the feared leader of an entire werewolf clan, reduced to happily thumping his tail against the wall because he was getting to bury his face in your pussy for lunch time. It made your heart melt almost as much as it turned you on.
“Such a good boy,” you cooed, your voice thick with pleasure as you reached one hand behind yourself until your fingers disappeared into his soft auburn hair. You fisted the silky strands with affectionate confidence before gently pulling him even closer, pressing his face so deeply into your pussy that a muffled, blissful sigh escaped him against your soaked folds. The vibration of it melted straight through your core, leaving your stomach feeling molten while your thighs trembled around his shoulders, “get over here and slobber all over it till I cum…”
You felt his wolf ears perk beneath your hand, flicking excitedly against your fingers the instant you praised him. The reaction made a smile tug at your lips before he immediately obeyed, burying himself back into your folds with renewed enthusiasm. His tongue bobbed eagerly against your clit, quick, hungry strokes landing one after another with messy determination as the wet, lewd sounds of him lapping at you filled the laundry closet. Every pant that escaped him washed hot against your soaked pussy before he dove back in again, shamelessly putting his whole neck into it as he feasted on you like a starving man who had finally found his favorite meal.
God…Valko was such a greedy addict. And you absolutely loved him for it. Every slap of his tongue against your clit made the sensitive little bundle twitch uncontrollably, the broad muscle landing with perfect accuracy over and over until you could no longer distinguish one delicious stroke from the next. The slick squelch of his mouth working against your pussy echoed obscenely through the small space, every filthy sound sinking straight into your stomach and making the coil inside you pull tighter. Your fingers trembled where they were buried deep in his auburn hair, clutching handfuls of the soft strands while your hips rocked helplessly against his face, feet pulling him tight. Heat gathered low inside your belly until it became almost unbearable, your muscles tightening one by one as pleasure climbed relentlessly higher, your vision beginning to soften and blur around the edges.
“I’m gonna cum,” you panted, the confession tumbling breathlessly from your lips as your toes curled tighter behind his neck. You squeezed him instinctively, pressing your pussy even harder over his mouth until it felt like you were trying to pull him inside you. Your entire body had begun trembling now, every breath catching somewhere high in your chest as the tension became almost impossible to contain, “yes! Yes! Yes! Val! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming hard!”
God…It was like fireworks every single time. Every time that man found himself between your legs with his face buried in your pussy, he somehow unraveled you all over again. Your voice broke apart into helpless cries and breathless little mewls as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, each one stronger than the last beneath the relentless coaxing of his hungry tongue. He never slowed, never hesitated, ravenously feasting on your pussy while your body convulsed beneath his hands. His broad palms held firmly to your hips and ass, grounding you as your thighs trembled and your pussy fluttered uncontrollably against his mouth. Your clit felt almost electric, every nerve ending buzzing so intensely it bordered on overwhelming as you moaned his name through the height of your orgasm.
By the time the last tremors finally began fading from your body, you were still humming with pleasure from head to toe. Every muscle felt pleasantly heavy, your breathing uneven as you lay sprawled over the gently vibrating washing machine, completely dazed. You hardly registered him pulling away from your folds. Barely noticed him rising smoothly to his feet until his towering warmth settled over you again. Somewhere through the lingering haze, you watched him reach into the basket of freshly dried laundry, casually grab the first clean piece of clothing his hand landed on, and wipe the sheen of your slick from around his mouth with complete, shameless satisfaction before tossing it carelessly back into the pile.
You were nothing but delicious putty by the time you heard the soft rustle of fabric followed by the unmistakable sound of him pushing his pants down. Your body still buzzed from your orgasm, your legs pleasantly weak as you remained draped sideways over the gently rumbling washing machine, balanced more on your toes than your feet. The steady vibration beneath your stomach hummed through your body while you watched his shadow stretch over you, swallowing every strip of afternoon light until his enormous frame engulfed you completely.
You didn’t have to turn around to know exactly where he was. You felt him. The heat rolling off his body seeped into your skin before he even touched you, surrounding you from behind with that familiar furnace-like warmth that always seemed capable of melting you. Through the corner of your vision, you could make out the silhouette of his arm reaching before himself, his broad hand wrapping heavily around his cock. The quiet sound of his grip, followed by the slow hitch in his breathing, made your stomach flutter. Then his free hand settled against your hip, fingers spreading wide before giving the soft flesh an indulgent squeeze as he curled over your backside. His warm breath drifted across your upper back while he leaned closer, and a deep, satisfied groan vibrated out of his chest the moment the smooth head of his cock slowly swiped through the slick coating your dripping pussy. He dragged it from the bottom of your slit to the top with unhurried appreciation, gathering every bit of your wetness before doing it again, savoring the feel of you as though he couldn’t help himself.
A grin tugged helplessly at your lips, “you should flip me over so I can watch you fuck me…”
“I should?” He echoed, amusement immediately creeping into his voice.
Before you could laugh, those huge hands were already on you. They engulfed your waist with effortless strength before lifting you clean off the washing machine as though you weighed absolutely nothing. The room spun around you for a heartbeat while he smoothly turned you in his arms, pulling his shirt up over your head and tossing it somewhere into the hallway, and the next moment he bounced you gently back onto the warm lid on your naked back instead. Your legs lifted naturally into the air, bending comfortably as he stepped between them with another quiet laugh. His broad hands pushed your thighs wide apart before he placed your calves into your own hands, silently encouraging you to hold yourself open while he leaned over you, his broad shoulders blocking out the hallway light once more.
“In that case,” he chuckled, his sharp teeth flashing as golden eyes met yours, “c’mere, pancake…”
You never got the chance to answer him. The breath caught sharply in your throat as the thick head of his cock found your entrance and began pressing into your folds. You watched every tiny reaction bloom across his face.nHis thick brows twitched together ever so slightly, his sculpted jaw flexed beneath his skin, and his eyelids fluttered halfway closed as your pussy welcomed him back with slow, delicious resistance. He didn’t force a single inch. Instead, he eased forward patiently, letting your tightness stretch around the magnificent thickness of his cock little by little. Every deeper push widened you more than the last until you could feel your walls drawing snugly around every inch, greedily swallowing him while your body melted beneath the familiar fullness.
“Mmmm!” The sound escaped around your lip as you bit down against it, your head tipping back while your eyes rolled blissfully toward the ceiling.
God, you loved that feeling. You indulged shamelessly in every inch of that fucking cock stretching you wider and wider, your stomach fluttering with intoxicating heat the farther he pushed inside. Your gaze eventually found him again, helplessly roaming over every hard line of his chest, every flexing muscle rolling beneath his skin as his hips continued forward until they finally settled flush against your ass. The deep press of his pelvis immediately stimulated the cool metal plug still nestled inside your asshole, sandwiching your body between both delicious sensations until a bright grin spread uncontrollably across your face. You were practically kicking your feet with delight.
His broad hands slowly slid higher along your thighs before curling around them with unmistakable need, his fingers tightening just enough to hold you exactly where he wanted you. When his golden eyes finally lifted from where your bodies joined and locked onto yours, you felt another pulse of heat bloom through your chest.
“Give it to me already…” You grinned up at him.
A slow, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at you. His chest rose with one deep breath before he reluctantly began drawing his cock back, inch by inch, your pussy clinging greedily to every bit of him as he withdrew until only half his magnificent length remained inside you.
“Oh,” he sighed warmly, unable to hide the amusement in his voice, “you want your bone?”
“Yeah, gimme my—”
Your words never had the chance to finish. Your jaw dropped open as your entire body seized around him. Your pussy clenched so violently it almost hurt the instant he drove that fat cock straight back into you without the slightest warning. There was no slow buildup this time, no teasing drag, no patient stretch. It was nothing but pure, animalistic need as he buried himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust that stole every coherent thought from your head.
“Here,” he pulled back just enough to do it again. His hips snapped forward with another heavy thrust that bounced your entire body over the steadily humming washing machine, the impact sending your breasts jolting as his pelvis smacked flush against your ass. The delicious clap of skin meeting skin echoed through the cramped laundry closet, louder now than the quiet rumble of the machine beneath you, “have it, pup…”
Another sharp moan tore from your throat before you could stop it. Your body jerked helplessly beneath him as he drove every glorious inch of that cock into you again, battering your gummy, slippery walls until your insides fluttered uncontrollably around him. Every thrust landed with delicious authority, making your stomach tighten hotter and tighter while your breath dissolved into broken little gasps. Oh, sweet heavens…That hellhound was a godsend.
“Atta girl…” He smirked down at you with satisfaction.
Your hands flew instinctively to his forearms, fingers wrapping tightly around thick muscle and raised veins as though they were the only solid thing left in the room. His skin was hot beneath your palms, every tendon flexing beneath your grip as he surged into you again, and your pussy answered by squeezing desperately around his delightfully obnoxious girth.
Then he started pumping into you. Pounding. Each thrust drove deeper than the last, his powerful hips setting a relentless rhythm that filled the little laundry closet with the wet, rhythmic snap of skin against skin. The sound mixed shamelessly with the steady hum of the washing machine beneath your ass, creating a hypnotic rhythm that matched the growing pulse of pleasure boiling inside your body.
The smile melted clean off your face. Ecstasy consumed you so completely that your expression unraveled beneath it, your lower lip trembling uncontrollably while your brows drew tightly together and your eyes rolled helplessly back. You knew he was watching you. You could feel it in the way his golden eyes stayed fixed on your face while he fucked you, drinking in every little reaction, every gasp, every involuntary flutter of you around his cock.
You couldn’t stop moaning. Every piston of his hips drove another wave of heat through your body. Every hard knock of his cock pounded into your slick, yielding walls with delicious fullness, stretching you over and over until your legs quivered beneath his hands. Each forceful press of his hips also drove the firm pressure of the plug nestled inside your ass a little deeper against you, the rhythmic smother of his heavy balls teasing around it with every thrust until the combined sensations blurred together into one overwhelming rush that left your toes curling and your entire body trembling beneath him.
“Oh, God, fuck me…” The plea spilled from your lips before you even realized you’d spoken, carried away on a breathless moan as you fought through the haze of pleasure just to keep your eyes open. Every brutal snap of his hips threatened to roll them helplessly back again, and it took every ounce of concentration you had left to drag your gaze upward toward the ridiculously large man towering over you, handling you like you were his favorite damn toy.
His hand made sure you looked. It came up in one decisive motion, broad fingers spreading across your jaw as his palm cradled your chin and cheeks with possessive firmness. His grip wasn’t painful, only demanding, gently but unmistakably insisting that your attention belonged to him. Every rough thrust jolted your head in his hand while he held your face steady enough that you couldn’t escape his eyes.
“What was that?” He asked, his voice roughened by the way he was breathing, “louder for me, little one.”
Your vision blurred around the edges again as another powerful thrust rocked through your body, your walls clenching helplessly around the magnificent thickness of his girth before your eyes finally focused on him. God…He was beautiful. His face had flushed all the way down his neck and across the broad expanse of his chest, a fine sheen of sweat making every hard line of muscle glisten beneath the afternoon light filtering into the laundry closet. Damp strands of auburn hair clung carelessly to his forehead, and those heavy, hooded golden eyes remained locked onto you with such shameless hunger that another pulse of heat surged through your stomach.
He looked at you exactly the way a starving wolf looked at its favorite meal. There wasn’t an ounce of restraint left in him. Every snap of his hips carried that same beautiful, beastly need, driving his cock deep into you with enough force to leave you breathless while his expression unraveled right alongside yours. His jaw remained tight, every muscle in his forearms flexing beneath your grip as he held your thighs apart again and watched you come undone beneath him, openly captivated by every gasp, every flutter of your pussy around him, every expression that crossed your face.
The sight burned itself into your memory. It was exhilarating. God, what a thrill it was to be looked at like that, to be wanted with such naked intensity by the gorgeous, wolfish man wrecking you so thoroughly you could barely remember your own name. The shameless chemistry between you blazed hotter with every thrust, filling your chest until it overflowed into another desperate clench around his thick cock. Your body simply couldn’t stop reacting to him. Every powerful drive of his hips coaxed another involuntary squeeze from your insides, gripping him tighter and tighter as though you were trying to keep every inch of him buried inside you.
“I said fuck me!” You cried, your voice louder this time, breaking beautifully beneath another hard thrust. Your nails dug deeper into the thick muscle of his forearms, feeling every tendon tighten beneath your fingertips as his grip on you grew just as desperate, “harder! Harder! Come on, I want it rough! Play rough with me!”
Oh, that did it. The change in him was immediate. His hands released your thighs only long enough to slide farther up, wrapping securely around your calves before he drove them higher, folding your body toward him until your knees were nearly pressed over your shoulders. His fingertips dug firmly into your flesh, holding you in the tighter position with obvious purpose, your hips naturally tilting beneath him until your pussy was offered to him even more completely.
The new angle stole the breath clean out of your lungs. Your jaw fell open all over again as you felt the impossible increase in the depth of every thrust. It wasn’t just harder. It was deeper. Hungrier. His fervor exploded into something beautifully animalistic, his cock driving into you with a zeal that bordered on desperate as though every instinct inside him had finally snapped its leash. The rhythm he’d been building shattered beneath raw need, replaced by powerful, relentless thrusts that rocked your entire body over the steadily humming washing machine, bumping it into the dryer beside it each time. Every hard clap of his hips against your ass echoed through the cramped laundry closet, mingling with the wet slap of your pussy taking every inch of his cock and the steady rumble beneath your back.
The pressure inside you climbed with terrifying speed. It built so violently you couldn’t keep pace with it. Every brutal piston of his hips stuffed your gummy, slippery walls completely full before pulling back only enough to plunge straight through you again, the magnificent thickness of his cock stretching you over and over while the snug metal plug nestled in your asshole turned every impact into another overwhelming jolt of fullness. You fluttered uncontrollably around him, squeezing tighter with every thrust as your body chased something it could no longer comprehend.
You couldn’t look away from Valko. Every muscle across his chest, shoulders, stomach, and arms bulged beneath flushed skin, standing out in hard definition as he held you folded beneath him. Thick veins climbed his forearms where his hands gripped your calves, his fingers tightening every time his hips snapped forward. His chest glistened with a sheen of dripping sweat that caught the afternoon light, each powerful breath making it rise and fall faster than the last. His sculpted jaw remained clenched so tightly you could see the muscles flex beneath his skin, and the tendons in his neck stood out prominently with every ragged inhale. His lips had fallen open just enough for uneven breaths to spill free, his heavy, hooded golden eyes never leaving your face as he watched you unravel beneath him.
God…He looked magnificent. Wild. Carnal. Every bit the enormous wolf who’d completely lost himself in you. He looked absolutely fucking insane for you. The sight alone sent another desperate squeeze through your cunt, your body greedily milking every inch of his cock as he continued battering into you with unabashed need. The pressure inside your stomach became almost unbearable, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like your entire body had become one trembling nerve ending.
It happened so suddenly you couldn’t even warn him. One impossibly deep thrust buried him to the hilt. The pressure shattered. It ripped through you like a bolt of white-hot electricity, exploding from your core and racing through every muscle in your body. Your back arched violently off the washing machine as a helpless cry tore from your throat, your entire body convulsing from head to toe while wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. The release overtook you completely, hot and overwhelming, your juices splashing out in a sudden, forceful rush as your cunt clenched frantically around his cock, refusing to let him go while you shook beneath him in the grip of your orgasm.
“Yes!” You screamed with unrestrained glee, your entire body shaking from head to toe as wave after wave continued crashing through you, “Val!”
Your eyes struggled to stay open through the blinding intensity, yet somehow you both found yourselves staring downward, completely enthralled by the breathtakingly filthy sight between your bodies. Every powerful thrust sent your joined bodies crashing together with another wet slap, your pussy splashing around his magnificent cock as your juices sprayed shamelessly over the hard planes of his sculpted abs, across his flushed hips, and down the powerful muscles of his thighs. Warm rivulets ran over the curve of your ass before dripping onto the humming washing machine beneath you, leaving both of you soaked in the glorious aftermath of your pleasure.
“Keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going!” You begged, voice crescendoing into a scream.
“Anything you want, gorgeous,” he answered through a wide, breathless grin, every word broken apart by ragged pants as he continued pounding into you without hesitation. His chest heaved from the effort while another hot splash from between your legs painted him all over again. The sensation only made his smile widen, “squirt all over me, uh-huh…Right here, give it right here!”
You couldn’t think anymore. Every coherent thought had long since dissolved into a deliciously overheated haze where nothing existed except him, the relentless rhythm of his hips, and the overwhelming pleasure consuming your body. You found yourself trapped inside a blissful trance, your lips endlessly spilling praises, pleas, and desperate little begs without conscious thought. You craved him with shameless greed, every inch of that enormous wolf of a man, every sound he made, every expression that crossed his face, every powerful thrust that sent another violent pulse of pleasure surging through your body.
He looked just as lost. Golden eyes remained fixed on you with naked devotion while deep, helpless groans escaped him one after another, the sounds growing rougher, lower, almost animalistic beneath the sheer exertion of refusing to slow down. You never let him. Every time his pace threatened to falter, your hands found him again, your words urged him on again, demanding more, demanding harder, demanding that he fuck you until neither of you remembered where one body ended and the other began.
He obeyed. Gladly. The laundry closet echoed with nothing but the relentless applause of skin striking skin, the wet sounds of your pussy greedily swallowing every inch of him, your uneven breathing tangling with his, and the shameless stream of filthy words tumbling from both of your mouths between desperate moans and shouts. Time seemed to disappear altogether beneath the relentless pace until you could practically feel the inevitable building inside him.
You noticed it before he said a single word. His balls hung heavier against you with every thrust. The muscles across his biceps and chest tightened harder. His breathing became rougher, every inhale catching somewhere deep in his chest while his jaw flexed so tightly you thought it might ache afterward. His cock somehow felt even hotter inside you, throbbing insistently with every deep plunge as though it had developed a heartbeat of its own. His rhythm lost the last traces of measured control, surrendering completely to raw instinct as paradise drew closer and closer with every powerful drive of his hips. You saw the exact moment it happened. The moment restraint abandoned him. The moment Valko reached the edge. The moment he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold himself back another second.
“Cum inside me,” you urged, your voice trembling with excitement as your hands slid down to his hips. His skin was slick beneath your palms, damp with sweat and with you, making your fingers glide over the hard muscle as you held him close. A breathless giggle escaped you at the sight of him unraveling so beautifully above you, his expression completely wrecked by pleasure, and your heart melted almost as quickly as your body did, “let me have it now, come on, good boy, Val!”
That did it. That absolutely did it.
“C-cumming,” he gritted through clenched fangs, his voice cracking beneath the sheer force of it as every muscle across his powerful frame flexed impossibly tighter. His hands slipped from your calves and crashed down onto the washing machine on either side of your shoulders, the appliance groaning faintly beneath the combined weight of both of you. His orgasm hit him all at once, so suddenly and so completely that his entire body visibly convulsed. He shook like a leaf above you, broad shoulders trembling with every involuntary shudder while his golden eyes rolled blissfully back beneath fluttering lids. His neck tipped with them, exposing the taut line of his throat as another helpless groan tore free, “Y/n! Fuck!”
One uneven thrust rolled through you. Then another. Then he buried himself completely inside your cunt, hips settling flush against you as the strength seemed to pour out of his body all at once. Your calves still rested over his broad shoulders while his full weight hovered protectively above you, and you felt the unmistakable pulse of his cock as he came. Thick, hot ropes of his cum flooded your pussy one after another, filling you so thoroughly you felt every powerful throb deep inside your body. His heavy balls twitched rhythmically against your fluttering lips while he emptied himself into you with a long, ragged sound of relief that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest, every pulse accompanied by another tiny tremor that rippled through his exhausted body.
You never stopped looking at him. You watched the tension slowly melt from his face, watched the hard line of his jaw soften as the last aftershocks faded through him. His breathing remained uneven, chest rising and falling against yours while beads of sweat clung to his brow and trickled lazily down the sides of his flushed face. Then, little by little, the dazed expression gave way to the sweetest, shakiest smile.
Your heart melted. He lowered his forehead until it rested gently against yours, both of you sharing the same warm breaths while he smiled at you with blissful exhaustion painted all over his handsome face. Without a word, he leaned down and smothered his lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. You couldn’t help giggling into it, the sound vibrating softly between your mouths as you kissed him back just as lazily.
The poor thing was completely spent. He still tasted like you. You shamelessly indulged in the kiss, smiling against his tired mouth while your fingers drifted affectionately through the damp strands of auburn hair clinging to his scalp. Somewhere behind him, you could both hear and feel the slow, tired swish of his enormous tail. It no longer thumped excitedly against the walls. Instead, it lazily wagged back and forth near the floor in content little sweeps, betraying just how happy the exhausted werewolf still was despite having barely enough energy left to stand.
Then, completely ruining the moment, the washing machine stopped. The steady vibration beneath your back faded away before the little electronic chime cheerfully announced that the cycle had finished.
“Ding ding ding,” he mumbled automatically, still breathing hard as he absentmindedly sang along with the tune out of pure habit, “di-di-di-ding…”
You stared at him for half a second. Then completely lost it.
“Ding ding ding, di-di-di-diiiing!” Both of you dissolved into helpless laughter, the ridiculous little duet echoing through the laundry closet while he leaned down to steal another affectionate kiss from you between chuckles.
“Now get this thing out of my ass,” you giggled breathlessly.
“Huh?”
“The butt plug, Valko.”
His exhausted brain visibly stalled.
“…Ohhh,” he finally breathed, blinking down at you before another sheepish smile spread across his dripping, flushed face, “right, right. Forgot.”
You laughed so hard you nearly smacked yourself, “you’re such a dork.”
“Mhm.”
Still wearing that thoroughly fried, lovestruck smile, he took his time. He slowly eased his softening cock from your pussy, lingering just long enough to make sure you were comfortable before the last inch finally slipped free. Only then did his hand drift lower, his touch as patient and gentle as it had been throughout the rest of the afternoon. He carefully curled his fingers around the smooth metal plug before easing it out just as slowly, his expression still pleasantly dazed as though his mind hadn’t quite caught up to the fact that laundry day had somehow become…This.
Valko approaches Sylus, his hair and tail dripping with salt water.
"Valko, do not step any closer," Sylus commands from his beach chair, angling his book to hide the pages against his chest. Valko doesn't stop until he's right in front of him.
With a small, innocent smile, he shakes. Water splashes everywhere, dotting the sand, the chairs, and the towels, but mainly Sylus.
Despite his physique, you always forget how fit Sylus is until you're giggling at him chasing down Valko, both of them sprinting at full speed, until Sylus tackles him into the ocean. They narrowly miss Rafayel gliding through the water, their private section of the beach allowing him to show off his brilliant tail.
Beside you, Xavier stirs, peeking one eye open and squinting against the sun. You smile down at him. He's adorable like this, all groggy and disheveled, his cheeks tinged pink from the heat and the sun.
"Hey, Xavie. Good nap?"
He just hums, rolling over to rest his head in your lap, eye closing again. With a small laugh, you card your hand through his soft hair, allowing him to make himself comfortable again, his arm flopping over your ankles.
"I'm never doing this again!" Caleb's voice travels across the beach. "It's impossible!"
"You can fly a fighter jet, my love. I'm confident that you can surf," Zayne replies, a bit of amusement in his tone underneath the encouragement.
"The sky likes me way better than the sea does. I swear, I think that kelp was tryin' to drown me."
Zayne hums. "I think a certain fish would come to your rescue, should you need it. Now let's put some more sunscreen on and try again." Caleb just stares, and Zayne raises an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look. I know you won't give up that easily. You're too stubborn for your own good."
You could stay here forever, you decide, with zero responsibilities besides keeping your favorite men company.
summary: valko joins the polycule (eventually), after he's moved into the shared house so he can be protected from whoever is hunting him
tags: reader x valko, reader x xavier x zayne x rafayel x sylus x caleb, established polycule, angst with a happy ending, explicit content, light BDSM, powerplay dynamics, orgasm control/denial
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Not because Valko was causing issues - he spent most of his time sleeping as he recovered - but because his addition to the household had somehow ruined every routine the six of you had made over the months you'd lived together.
Zayne had taken time off work to keep an eye out on Valko's recovery. Which meant that he hadn't made lunch for himself, you, or Xavier to take into work. He had, however, made more coffee than usual, which meant Caleb hadn't made you a fancy latte because there was plenty of drip-coffee to drink instead.
Your evenings, which had previously been spent hanging out in Rafayel's studio while he worked or cozying up with whoever was available to watch a movie, were now spent sitting in your bedroom with Valko so Zayne could have a break from doctor duties. Rafayel had tried bringing his sketchbook into your room after he complained about how lonely he was, but he'd quickly decided that the beeping of the monitors was too grating on his sensitive hearing.
Unfortunately, that hadn't stopped him from pouting very loudly about how lonely he was every time he saw you.
Caleb had decided to take his frustrations about your lack of attention out on the house itself, deep cleaning more and more specific areas every hour you checked on him. You'd offered to help on more than one occasion, but he'd only grumbled about how he didn't want to aggravate your injured shoulder and cleaning was his stress relief. Then he'd pulled you into a crushing hug.
Xavier had learned how to contort his body into even more ridiculous poses so he could fall asleep directly on top of you wherever you were. More often than not, it meant he was kneeling at your feet with his head in your lap and his arms around your waist, only to wake up at a moment's notice without any aches or pains. How he managed to sleep like that, you had no idea, but he never seemed bothered by it.
Thankfully, Sylus had handled the transition with the most grace.
Every time he'd found you sitting at Valko's bedside, he'd only smiled softly as he approached you, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss before he continued along with whatever mission he was on.
Tonight, as Sylus left you, you realized you were smiling at him like a lovesick fool when Valko laughed very softly. Your eyes immediately flicked to the bed, where Valko was blinking sleep away with a dopey smile on his face.
"You're still here," he said. Valko's voice was hoarse from sleep and pain killers. You watched as he slowly took in the room around him again, verifying that he hadn't been moved while unconscious again, before he shifted and tried to sit up. You were out of the armchair and by his side a moment later, your arms out to support him so he wouldn't tear his stitches.
"Oh, hang on!" you said, grabbing onto Valko's shoulders. "Let me call Sylus back in here so he can help and-"
Valko only laughed, taking one of your hands on his shoulder and kissing the back of it before he tugged on it slightly to get your attention from where you'd been staring at your doorway, half-expecting Sylus to magically appear again.
"That's not necessary, I promise. Can you just help with the pillows?"
You acquiesced as Valko leaned forward, hoping that he couldn't see the blush in your cheeks from him kissing your hand. You could still feel the place his lips had touched burning on your skin. Thankfully, rearranging his pillows required enough attention that you had a solid thirty seconds to pull yourself together before Valko could see your face again.
"I'm glad you're here," Valko said, as he settled back. Between the inclined bed and the newly arranged pillows, he almost looked like a regular, non-injured person again. "The doctor is great, but I like waking up to you here even more."
This time, you couldn't help the blush that bloomed across your cheeks. You had to duck your head to hide it, but it didn't matter. Valko was already grinning at you so widely you could see the tip of his tongue drag across his teeth.
"Uh," you said, clearing your throat with a cough. "How are you feeling?"
Valko tilted his head at you for a moment as if he was going to call you on your deflection, but he only let out a short breath before answering you.
"Much better than I was a few days ago, that's for sure. Thank you for your hospitality and for letting me recover here. I'm not sure what I can do to repay you."
You were already shaking your head, taking a single step back from the bed to put more space between you. A friendly amount of space. You were being friendly.
"Just get better," you said. "That's good enough for me."
Valko gave you a crooked grin that was so charming and made his face seem so much younger and more handsome that your thighs clenched automatically. You had to take a deep breath and remind yourself that you already had five boyfriends, you didn't need a sixth.
"Let me take you out to dinner, at least. Any place you want. Though, I admit, if you want to go somewhere fancy, I may need a few more days before I can wear a proper suit."
You giggled.
Giggled.
Like a little schoolgirl.
You were suddenly very, very glad that none of the others were in the room right now, or a war probably would've broken out already. You did your best to fix your features into something that was somewhere between neutral to friendly before shaking your head.
"A date isn't in the cards right now," you said.
When Valko's grin grew even wider and he held a hand out for you, you didn't realize what you'd said until he'd tugged you forward to sit on the edge of the bed.
"A date, huh?"
Valko's hand was warm and soothing as he held your hand in his. He didn't cage you in, didn't intertwine your fingers. His hand rested palm up, his thumb lightly pressed against the back of yours, a warm and steady tether to the moment.
"I meant, well, actually I-"
The corner of Valko's mouth turned up in a teasing grin that looked a little too familiar to Zayne's when he was teasing you.
"What I meant was," you said, "we should talk about the attack the night you got hurt. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be in public right now. It's not safe for you or anyone who may be around you if someone is trying to get to you."
Valko leaned forward, only wincing slightly as the move tugged on his stitches.
"Are you worried about me, babygirl?" he asked, his voice low and conspiratorial.
You scoffed, but otherwise didn't react to the nickname. You'd known the others far too long to fall into that trap. The more you protested a nickname, the more it would stick.
"I'm a Hunter. I'm worried about the public, which you happen to be a member of. As would any individuals in the vicinity if you're attacked while we're out together."
Valko laughed as he leaned back and you watched as something softened around his eyes as he lessened the strain on his stitches.
"Cupcake, I promise I am more than capable of taking care of myself. Though if you're offering to be my personal bodyguard, I can't say I'd turn down the offer."
Still ignoring the nicknames, you relaxed enough to let yourself laugh.
"I'm afraid my bodyguard services have already been claimed."
Valko only shrugged, still grinning like he was having the best day of his life.
"Guess we'll have to return to your idea of a proper date then, dollface. I look really good in a suit, I promise."
You were still laughing at his teasing remarks when Zayne returned, Xavier right behind him. You were then very, very aware that you were still sitting on the bed next to Valko, your hand resting in his while he occasionally traced the edges of your fingers with his thumb. You withdrew your hand, but you refused to feel bad for sitting next to Valko when there were only so many seats in this room.
"There's my wonderful surgeon," Valko said. You didn't see any any hint of shame or embarrassment or even hurt on his face as you withdrew your hand. "I was just telling our princess here that I should come up with a way to thank you all. Tell me, what's the secret code to make you all like me? Dinner? Fancy gifts? An extravagant vacation?"
Zayne was shaking his head as he put his stethoscope on, coming up on the other side of Valko's bed so he could manually take his vitals.
Xavier, meanwhile, had come up next to you and had you halfway pulled into a princess carry before you could even blink.
"Come have dinner with me, starlight," he said, completely ignoring Zayne and Valko. "You need your rest too."
You turned just in time to give Valko an apologetic smile. He gave you a small wave in return as Xavier disappeared with you around the corner.
"The kidnapping thing is unnecessary," you said, wrapping your uninjured arm around his neck to better support yourself. "You could've just asked me to join you and I would've followed you."
Xavier was pouting so severely that a crease had formed between his eyebrows. It had become such a staple of his features over the last week that you were starting to worry that it would become permanent.
"This way was better," Xavier said. As he brought you into the kitchen, you saw Rafayel chopping vegetables while Caleb stood over the frying pan. Xavier put you down on the edge of the counter, out of harm's way from the cooking, and caged you in with both of his arms so you couldn't escape his attention.
"Tell me, why was he calling you princess?"
"He did what?!" Rafayel said. He turned around so fast he nearly sliced Caleb open with his knife. "Oh, sorry Caleb."
Xavier grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. You recognized the possessiveness in his gaze, the undercurrent of jealousy that lived in his veins and never quite left, even after you'd been together for so long. As much as you hated it, that look also sent a shiver down your spine and you hoped he wouldn't notice your arousal.
"He called me several nicknames. He was just trying to get a rise out of me, but I didn't react to any of them, okay? He was just teasing me."
You reached up, attempting to wrap your hands around Xavier's neck so you could pull him into a kiss, but he caught your hands with his Evol. He used a rope of light to wrap your hands together and trap them against your chest. Distantly, you were aware of Caleb and Rafayel standing a few feet away while they made dinner that was almost guaranteed to be late now.
"You spend every day in his room and you want me to believe that you weren't reacting to his nicknames?" Xavier asked. He tightened his fingers around your chin by the slightest bit as he forced your thighs wider to accommodate him. "Tell me the truth, starlight. If I slide my hand under your skirt, what am I going to find?"
Xavier's eyes bored into yours. You knew he'd check regardless and the punishment would only be worse if he caught you in a lie.
That didn't stop you from wanting to anyway. Even if his jealousy was part of the reason you were wet.
"Oh, pipsqueak, you better answer that fuckin' question and fast," Caleb said. He was still cooking, tossing vegetables in the wok for your dinner, but you could picture how angry he must be based on his tone alone.
"I…"
"You…what?" Xavier asked, taunting you. He let go of your chin, only to grab onto both of your thighs and lift them so your knees were pressed to your chest, spread them wide so your panties were fully on display for them to see.
"I'm disappointed in you, cutie," Rafayel said. He'd given up on prepping food and was standing next to Xavier now, studying the edge of the knife like it was his new favorite toy. "Five boyfriends in this house, all who love making you come, and your slutty little pussy got wet at a new nickname? I think we need to teach you a lesson."
Before you could blink, Rafayel was sliding the knife under the edge of your panties, slicing them apart so your cunt was fully exposed. You held very still as the tip of his knife manipulated the fabric until it was completely out of the way. Then you watched, half-horrified and half turned on, as Rafayel licked the tip of the knife clean, which had been wet with your arousal.
"I think you've forgotten who you belong to," Xavier said. "Do you need a reminder?"
He didn't wait for a response before he was sliding to his knees and covering your pussy with his mouth. Xavier didn't eat you out gently or carefully. He worked like a man possessed, sucking and licking and biting at every bit of flesh he could reach. He pressed his face so deep into your folds that you were sure he'd drown or suffocate in you, but the pleasure he was dragging from you was too perfect to care.
You cried out when his lips closed over your clit. He sucked on it so hard that your back arched, so suddenly that you would've fallen off the counter if Xavier and Rafayel hadn't been holding you up.
Just as you were on the brink of an orgasm, Xavier pulled away completely. You could hear him breathing heavily, the barest of air ghosting over your folds as he waited for your pleasure to recede just enough to resume his feast, edging you in his preferred method of torture.
"Nuh uh, cutie," Rafayel said, turning your face to him. He'd set down the knife somewhere but his fingers were just as cruel as Xavier's had been earlier as he held you in place. "You don't get to come. Not until you're screaming our names, yeah?"
You whimpered, only for Rafayel's hand to come down in a harsh smack against your pussy.
You screamed. Your pussy was already throbbing from Xavier's treatment and now it felt like it was on fire. Rafayel turned you to face him, one of his eyebrows raising in a question.
"Is there something you want to say to us?"
You'd played rough plenty of times before, had become very familiar with limits and safe words and other best practices to make sure your playtime was always safe and fun for everyone. You knew what Rafayel was really asking, even if this hadn't started out with your usual discussions.
"I'm sorry," you said.
Rafayel studied you for a moment longer, waiting to see if you would use a safe word, before he nodded.
"I'm afraid sorry isn't going to be enough this time, cutie," Rafayel said. The corner of his lips turned up in a wicked grin and you knew that you were in for a hell of a night. "What do you think her punishment should be, Caleb?"
Rafayel let go of your chin so you could see Caleb standing behind where Xavier was kneeling. At some point, he'd turned the stove off, the freshly stir fried vegetables sitting safely off to the side and ready to be served. Instead of your boyfriend, you saw glimpses of the Colonel standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes gone hard with jealousy.
"Don't let her come," Caleb said. "For a few days, I think. Maybe five. One day for each of us."
Rafayel cackled.
Cackled. Like a super villain.
"Oh, cutie, I'm so sorry. You're about to have a terrible week. I was only going to edge you for five hours. I guess none of that cleaning helped burn off his bad move."
"Five is too many," Xavier said, right before he dragged another long, slow lick up through your folds until he could swirl his tongue around your clit. "Don't torture us too."
Rafayel sighed as he looked back at Caleb. "Star boy makes a good point. What about three days?"
Caleb shook his head, already unwilling to give up his plan of punishing you properly, but Rafayel continued.
"Three days where cutie can't come, but we get free use of her holes at any time."
Xavier growled into your pussy as he continued licking and sucking at you. As upset as he was at not being allowed to make you come - one of his favorite activities - he knew arguing with Caleb and Rafayel was fruitless. Besides, he didn't want to give up his current position as he liked the taste of you too much.
You whimpered as the other two continued negotiating your punishment. Five days would've been torture, but it would've punished the others - especially Zayne and Sylus, who weren't even here - just as much as it'd hurt you. The current plan though? The current plan was going to be your own personal hell.
"I'm only agreeing if we settle on a punishment for any orgasms," Caleb said.
"That's fine, as long as they're accidental," Rafayel said.
"Define accidental."
"Orgasms where our girlfriend doesn't have permission to come."
"She's not going to come for the whole period. That's the whole point, Raf."
Rafayel held his hands up, pretending to look innocent. "I know that's the point! But if Zayne or Sylus gets to her before we explain the rules, I don't want cutie punished if they tell her she can come."
Caleb let out a long, aggrieved sigh before he ran a hand through his hair.
"Fine. Punishment for accidental orgasms will be decided by me after they happen. Free use for all of us, for any hole, for the next three days. Standard safe words apply. Deal?"
"Deal!" Rafayel said, holding out a hand as if this was a business agreement. Caleb shook it before pulling Rafayel in for a quick kiss to further seal the deal.
Xavier, who's been slowly working you up to yet another orgasm that you already knew would be denied, never stopped running his tongue through your folds. His fingers tightened around your hips and the light rope around your wrists tightened just enough for you to remember who had started this ordeal. Xavier doubled his efforts then, determined to make you come, regardless of whatever deal the two men behind him had made.
Caleb fisted a hand in Xavier's hair and ripped him away from your pussy before you could come again and you cried out at the second denial, your pussy throbbing and aching from how empty and unsatisfied you were.
"Do you need to be punished for not following the rules, too, Xavi?"
Xavier looked dazed and pussy-drunk as Caleb held him upgright. It took him several long seconds of blinking before his eyes could properly focus.
"I didn't agree to those rules," he said.
Rafayel just laughed again, already moving to the stove to gather the food he and Caleb had been making earlier.
"I think cutie has had enough for now and we need to tell the others anyway. Let's eat, I'm starving."
When Xavier released your arms from his Evol and helped you off the counter, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead while he massaged your wrists, shoulders, and arms, you let yourself fall into his embrace.
"I'm sorry," you said, voice small and weak.
"I know," Xavier said, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. "Don't worry, the next three days will be over before you know it."
You let him guide you to the dinner table, acutely aware that the next three days were going to be some of the slowest, most painful days of your life.
Secretly, perversely, you were even looking forward to it.
There’s just something about Zayne seeing you in lingerie that you didn’t expect.
I headcanon that Zayne isn't the type to outright buy you lingerie at the beginning of your relationship, buuuut one time when you were both getting intimate, he noticed you wearing a matching sky-blue set underneath your cream pajamas. It wasn't anything too fancy, just a light-colored bra that sported a tiny white satin bow at the center of the material and matching panties adorned with white polka dots. You’d noticed the visible blush that covered his ears, with his cheeks dusted in a similar pink as his eyes slowly raked over the fabric covering you with his lips parted, all the while his fingers traced the curve of your tits and landed on the white satin bow. “You are breathtaking, my love. And this fabric only serves to heighten your beauty.” He’d whisper, his voice cracking.
Loves, loves, loooves those sheer-fabric babydoll tops where he can just almost see your beautiful skin underneath.
Zayne's usually composed brain would short-circuit when you wear something backless, preferably something with intricate designs at the back so that he can take his own sweet time unwrapping you, even though he’d be getting impatient under his slacks. As a surgeon, he’d use clinical precision with each clip and hook, savoring the time taken to undress you. The fact that he can appreciate you like this by stepping out of line (in his words) is so fucking addictive to him.
Zayne would love those panties that open right in the crotch area so that he could snap the fabric open himself. But before that, he’d grin up at you smugly from between your legs, green eyes twinkling as he leans down between your thighs to snap the fabric open with his teeth. Just to be a tease, he’d blow cool air using his Evol from his lips right at your entrance, making you arch your back at the temperature difference. “This is the perfect remedy for me to chase away my exhaustion.”
When you surprise Zayne with a new set you’d just bought, an icy blue lingerie set that is decorated with little silver snowflakes, he’d just stand in the doorway, dumbfounded and in awe. “I wonder how long you were planning to pull this stunt on me." He’d whisper, stalking towards you slowly as he takes the ethereal sight of his love in front of him, thanking his lucky stars he gets to have you like this.
There’s a time you’re both browsing at the mall and happen to stop by a store that showcases a model wearing a powder-blue babydoll top, making your eyes crinkle in excitement. You clasp your hands and nudge Zayne on the elbow playfully, only for him to revert his already blushing gaze from the mannequin, as he couldn't help but picture you in it. “What do you think?” You’d ask, only for him to clear his throat and adjust his tie to admit lowly, “Well, I wouldn't be opposed to it.” Next thing you know, you’re walking out of the store with a little white bag and Zayne tucking his wallet into his pocket.
He’d also definitely be the type to initiate roleplay when you sit on the edge of the bed wearing the same powder-blue babydoll top he bought for you, legs spread apart so that Zayne can get the full view of the tantalizing dessert that’s waiting for him. After all, he was a man who favored sweetness, on the tongue and otherwise. “After conducting a preliminary visual analysis, it seems my patient requires a more hands-on demonstration.”
Zayne would also be the type to have you sit on top of him and grind down his hardening cock while you're wearing a silk camisole in a soft cloud-blue. While his hands massage the soft plush of your ass, an excuse he brought up just to help relieve your tension (or so he says), he’d reach up to your shoulder and take the strap of the camisole between his teeth to tug it down your arm as he whispers, “Is this what you wanted?” He’d look up at you with the most earnest eyes ever, holding you with fervor like you might freeze away from his grasp again.
You’ve seen those big floofy robes that have feathers at the sleeves and the base of the robe, yeah? If you’d be walking around the house wearing one of those, Zayne would just subtly eye you as you walk around, not saying anything just yet. But when you reach the kitchen to get a glass of water, you’d hear the soft shut of a laptop before he walks towards you. “I see that you’ve begun upgrading your wardrobe since our last…encounter.” He’d stop right in front of you before swiftly placing you on the kitchen counter, glass long forgotten. He’d absolutely devour the act of spreading the robe apart slowly to reveal your bare legs to him, relishing the way the feathers feel on the tips of his fingers.
I think Zayne would enjoy one of those bras that snap right in the middle, for easier access, of course. There’s a time when Zayne gets needy for you after a long night at the Akso Hospital’s gala dinner. He gets impatient and can’t wait till he gets home because you’re dressed like temptation itself. His knuckles get white as he grips the steering wheel until he decides to stop right at the side of the road. With one swift movement, he unclasps his seatbelt and reaches for you, the dress you were wearing that night just taunting him to his limit. “Forgive me, my love, I can’t seem to wait anymore.” He’d pant as he reaches forward to rid you of your dress, only for his eyes to slightly widen as he sees a small metal clasp nestled perfectly between your tits. When he snaps it open, his pupils dilate, and his lips part like a starved man that just found water. “This is…an excellent little device.” He’d latch his mouth to your tit immediately, groaning when you thread your fingers in his hair to keep him there.
Zayne loves it when you get more comfortable around him and at home. While Zayne is busy reading his book before bed, he notices you getting into bed from the corner of his eye, wearing a light denim-colored slip dress that reaches your thighs. As you get into bed, the dress rides up your thigh and rests just barely under your ass. While it wasn't intentional at all, Zayne can’t help but shut his book immediately, turning around to curve his body behind yours to spoon you. He’d place his palm right behind your knee and slide it up veeeery slowly across the plush of your thigh, squeezing it gently before sliding up the slip dress to uncover your ass. Oh, and he’d let out a soft moan into your ears when he discovers you're wearing the cutest white thongs underneath. You’d whimper as he squeezes your ass before whispering in your ear, “I’m starting to think…you’re doing this on purpose.”
One night after fighting a grueling day at work, Zayne would offer you a massage to help relax your muscles. After you shower, you slip into a short pastel-blue silk robe, making Zayne pinch the bridge of his nose with his fingers because he knows he wouldn't be able to maintain his composure around you. But Zayne is a professional, renowned cardiac surgeon; he can maintain his composure in the most critical situations. Unfortunately…not around you. Because it's you. Regardless, he puts your comfort first and settles on your side and begins executing his massaging techniques, feeling the knots in each of your muscle groups relax in record time. You can’t help but let out little moans at how comforting it all feels, shutting your eyes and relaxing your body as you allow yourself to be taken care of by Zayne, who seems to be treasuring each of the heavenly sounds you make. All of a sudden, you’d feel something cold settle on your skin. Opening your eyes, you’d start to see little snowflakes fall around you and frost settle on your silk robe and your skin. “Zayne, your Evol…” You’d whisper, looking up at him with concern. “Apologies. My condition…” He trails off, bringing your palm to cup his cheek. He leans into the curve of your palm before slowly whispering. “However, there are certain things we can do to raise our body temperature.”
A.N: Some Zayne lingerie hcs that were loooong coming. Thank you for trying this cookie!
Credits to @cursed-carmine, @pixopix for the div!♡
Taking Valko to Bath and Body Works was the worst possible idea ever.
“What is this place?”
“Soap store, I need more hand soap.”
The immediate second you open the door, it is sensory overload for him. His nose is pointed in every possible direction to the point where his head starts to spin.
Eventually after wandering off to get what you need, you find Valko in the corner, his sweater up to his eyes with his hands firmly pressed up against his nostrils to block it all out.
“What’s wrong, Val?”
“Way too much, so…so overstimulating.” His voice sounded stuffed as he let out a whine, free arm covering his head to hide his ears.
Your eyes fill with concern, then soften at an idea. Reaching into your bag, you open one of the body perfumes you picked up on sale and spritzed a small amount on your wrist.
“Focus on this,” You whisper as you get your arm under his sweater and put your wrist to his nose. It was the perfume you wore whenever you went out to EonCore’s special events.
Valko latched onto your wrist for dear life, immersed in the fresh scent. He didn’t let go until you left the store.
It was difficult to explain to the cashier why a grown man was holding to you like a small child and had to complete your transaction one-handed.
Summary: Valko's tail is the most affectionate part of his body. And one of the most fun to play with, too. Contains suggestive themes. Written for Little Wolf July prompt "Ears & Tail"
Notes: Y'all, I am so behind on posting for Little Wolf July 😅 Got a little hit by the fic writer's curse, and some pretty upsetting stuff happened this week in my personal life, but I'm doing better now and will hopefully be able to catch up on writing these soon! I'm still gonna write and post as many prompt fills as I can, even if I have to extend it beyond July, because #ValkoIsLoved and #YOLO. But I apologize for how sporadic these have been lol
Valko's tail swished, brushing over your ankles with every pass back and forth. He was stretched out beside you on his stomach, humming contentedly into the mattress.
"Valko, can't you control that thing? Please?" you laughed.
He cracked one eye open to look at you, before whacking his unruly tail right against your legs. It was far too soft to have any real force, but he was clearly being deliberate.
"Nope. Can't," Valko replied, pressing a kiss just above your hip bone.
This was always how it was with him. Clingy. Annoying. Lovable. Valko was all of those things normally, but somehow they managed to amplify to unbelievable levels after he got laid.
You weren't entire sure why you kept on encouraging that...
His tail flicked, tickling your legs again, and you leaned down to whisper in Valko's ear.
"Quit it, or else I'll start pulling on that thing."
Valko paused for just long enough to let you know that he'd heard you, and you saw the shiver that went down his back. He propped up on his arms, and crawled closer to you. Soon, your body was wrapped in the shadow of his.
"Maybe I want you t- aargh!"
You laughed as Valko stopped himself in the middle of his sentence, his ears flattened against your assault. You'd decided to focus on tugging one of them instead, and it had produced the desired effect.
"Those are sensitive," Valko complained. He rubbed the side of his head, looking more hurt than he actually was. You knew all of his tricks to get sympathy.
"I thought you wanted me to," you teased.
Valko grabbed you in one swift motion, then rolled with you until you were fully pinned.
Behind him, you could see Valko's tail at attention. His ears twitched, facing forward the better to hear you with.
"When I said you were mine, that didn't mean I was giving a free pass to do anything you want to me." Valko dipped his head to nudge gently at the side of your face.
"Really? Kinda sends mixed signals then, since you do let me." You smiled up at him, doing a very bad job of acting innocent.
"Maybe I just like watching you get in trouble."
"Could be that," you hummed. "Or, you could just enjoy seeing me happy."
Valko pressed his nose to the crook of your neck, deep and full of reverence. His lips met your skin, softly and then with a hunger that curled your toes. Slowly, he kissed you again.
Summary: Breaking out the LIs full names (Chinese Names) when you’re angry with them.
Zayne, Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Caleb (separate) x reader.
Fiance Zayne, Husband Sylus, Boyfriend Xavier, Boyfriend Rafayel, Boyfriend Caleb. Jealous reader during Caleb’s story. Use of nicknames/pet names in all LI stories.
The average day tends to start off with a kiss on your forehead as a morning greeting. The average day tends to have you visiting Zayne at his work whenever you get a free moment. The average day is when you share sweets and stories about said average day.
A not-average day is when you’re furious with your fiance.
“Li Shen.”
Immediately, Zayne’s back stiffens from your call. Tension tightens his muscles, breath catches in his throat. His eyes train on you as you make your approach.
There’s no getting out of this now that you knew what he’d done.
“Darling—”
“Don’t you ‘darling’ me, Li Shen. You have some explaining to do.” Your brows are furrowed with cold eyes directed at Zayne.
In an attempt to gain your sympathy, his expression shifts. Zayne’s full force pouty face, the childish one he knows you have a soft spot for, paints his features. He’s pleading with you with downcasted eyes and hunched shoulders.
No.
You are not letting him get away with it this time. “You don’t get to get out of this one so easily. Explain to me why I found candy wrappers on your desk when you’re not supposed to have sweets. You’ll aggravate your toothache!”
Zayne stills at your words. He was sure he’d thrown away the candy wrappers.
You were still in front of him, arms crossed. “Well?”
“I was merely testing a hypothesis.”
“Really now?”
“Yes.”
“You disobeyed the dentist and my instructions. I’ve already warned you and got yelled at by your dentist. For that, I’m confiscating all your sweets and I’m putting you on a kiss ban for a week.”
Zayne looks stricken. “Don’t you believe that’s a little harsh, Snowflake?”
You whirl away towards the kitchen. “If you don’t want to listen, consequences must be enacted.”
You feel arms wrap around you as Zayne’s chest meets your back. “Please, my love. I’m sorry. Please don’t deprive me of the sweetest part of my life.”
“Are you talking about me or the macarons hiding in your fridge?”
Zayn presses a kiss to your temple. “Nothing is as sweet as you.”
Your heart flutters at his sweet talk. Unfortunately for Zayne, “I’m still taking away your dessert privileges.”
Zayne’s arms cling to you tighter.
Sylus
You’re fuming. You’re absolutely angry at your husband for this stunt he pulled.
“You got hurt!”
Sylus leans back against the wall. “I heal fast, sweetie. It was my choice to protect you from that shot.”
“I could have handled it. You didn’t need to throw yourself into danger for me,” you counter.
“I know you could have handled it, but I didn’t want you harmed either.”
“Qin Che,” you spit, “You got hurt because of me when you didn’t have to.”
He can’t help but smirk from how much you worry about him. It stirs at the part of his heart that longed for you. “You’re cute when you’re angry, kitten.”
“Well, I’m about to become downright adorable.” You march over to the front door where your purse lays. You fish around for the black card. Holding it aloft between two fingers, you say, “I’m going on a shopping spree, and I’ll be using my money to pay for it.” You hurl the black card onto the table next to the entrance.
Sylus moves. “Let’s not be hasty.” He quickly pulls you into his arms to keep you from leaving.
“Says the person that threw himself into danger for me.” You try to pry yourself away, but Sylus remains as steady as ever with those firm arms of his.
“We face the danger together. That doesn’t stop me from wanting to make sure my greatest treasure leaves unscathed.”
You sigh before sinking into his embrace and wrap your arms around his waist. “I don’t want you hurt either.”
“I’m right here, always.”
“Please promise me that you’ll try not to do something like that again.” You burrow your head under his chin, pressing your ear against his heartbeat. The faint thumps of his heart gradually eases the tension from your shoulders. The rise and fall of his breathing pulls you deeper into a lull.
“I can’t promise that.”
You sigh, “Worth a shot.”
“There’s so many things that can happen. I will do my best to make sure that I return to you despite all the odds.”
You mumble, “I’m still mad at you.”
“I love you too.”
Xavier
The door to Xavier’s apartment opens to reveal the slumped form of the owner as he shuffles inside.
“Shen Xinghui, where have you been?” You stare at him from where you’re seated on his couch. Ever since Xavier went out without telling you where he went, you knew that he snuck out on some secret mission of his. Captain Jenna had confirmed she hadn’t sent Xavier anywhere.
Pissed off didn’t even begin to describe the fury simmering in your veins at his disappearance.
Xavier’s frozen form stayed in place at the apartment entrance where he’d close the door. His cerulean eyes trained on your pursed lips, narrowed eyes, and crossed arms.
“Starlight—”
“Where. Were. You?” You cut in.
Xavier hesitates for a moment before answering, “On a mission.”
“Try again.”
“It was a personal mission.” He scratches the back of his head while avoiding your eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have gone with you. I could have helped!”
“I didn’t want you to get hurt. It was a big undercover mission, and I didn’t know how long I would be gone.”
You leave the couch to stand in front of him. “I was worried for you. I even bothered Jeremiah everyday to see if he heard anything. He’s probably sick of me asking now.”
“You didn’t have to go to Jeremiah,” Xavier frowns.
“Because I should have heard it from you.”
Xavier hung his head low. “I’m sorry, Starlight. I’ll do better.” His form sways a little.
You still have frustrations, but it’s clear that Xavier is nearly dead on his feet. “We have a lot to talk about, but you’re tired and I want cuddles.”
A soft smile blooms on his face. “Of course.”
“And you have to tell me if you go anywhere.”
“Yes, Starlight.”
“And I want Bunnie’s Hot Pot on you for a week.”
“Whatever you want, my love.”
You sigh before opening your arms wide for him. “Come here.”
Xavier takes the invitation and burrows himself as close to you as possible. He noses against your neck. You sigh as you bring him close. “My bunny.”
Rafayel
You have Rafayel wrapped up in your arms, clinging to him as much as he loves to cling to you. “No.”
“Miss Bodyguard—”
“No.”
“I’ll be careful. You don’t have to worry.” Rafayel tries to pull away from your embrace, but you keep your arms locked to make sure his head remains tucked under your chin.
“I’m not sending you into danger alone. You will not go.” Your stubborn refusal as him smiling at how much his antics have rubbed off on his beloved bride.
Rafayel wraps his arms around you in return. “I know what I’m getting into. This is the best course of action to trap those exploiters.”
“Qi Yu, you are not going through with this plan. You are not giving yourself up as bait.” You cling to him tighter as if you could keep him from all the dangers of the world by trapping him in your embrace.
“Cutie, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
“That doesn’t mean you should throw yourself headfirst into such a hazardous plan. I don’t want you to have to go through this alone.”
“You worried about me, cutie?”
You slap his back. “Be serious.”
Rafayel heaves a big sigh as if he had to face an inconvenience. “Fine, fine. How about this? I’ll bring you along, and we can go do this together?”
“Was it really that hard to come up with an alternative plan?” You finally allow him to pull away from you. As you look into his sunset eyes, you can see hints of something shining in them. It disappears before you can identify it.
You pull him back to you. Rafayel hooks his chin over your shoulder. “We might be able to take a vacation afterwards.”
“Focus, fish boy.”
You can feel the pout he presses into your skin when his head dips to rest against the crook of your neck. “There’s no need for name-calling.”
You let out a giggle at his expense.
Not noticing the smirk that Rafayel hides from your eyes as you begin to look up plane tickets for yourself. “I’m happy you’ll be with me.”
Caleb
“Xia Yizhou.”
A pin drop could be heard.
A chill ran down Caleb’s spine.
He slowly turned his head to look back at you.
You stood behind him with your hands on your hips. Your eyebrow is raised as you take in the sight in front of you.
Caleb helping out another girl. And her hands are on his chest.
You knew she tripped and fell on Caleb. You knew that he was just helping someone from falling. You knew this wasn’t something to get upset over. You knew it was just an accident.
But red colors your vision from seeing the girl’s hands where they shouldn’t be.
Your Caleb’s chest.
The fire in your eyes had Caleb scrambling to get away from the girl. She stumbled slightly from Caleb’s sudden departure but he steadied her by just her hands before pulling away as if he’d been burned. He immediately shuffles around her to return to your side, but you are already walking away from public eyes.
Caleb’s height makes up the distance almost instantly, but you aren’t looking at him as he tries to take your clenched hand.
“Pipsqueak—”
“No.”
“You know—”
“I know.”
“It was just—”
“Not here.”
Caleb shuts up until you finish walking home. He’s pulled into the orbit that is your fury as you yank him through the door of your apartment and slam him into the closed door.
“What were you thinking? Letting her get her hands all over you?” You hiss as you lean into his space. You press your hands into his chest.
Exactly where the other girl’s hands were earlier.
Caleb couldn’t deny how much he loves this side of you. All sides of you. Wanting him as much as he wants you.
His arms come up to wrap around you, pulling you tighter against him. “I’m sorry, love. I’ll only hold you close to me like this. I won’t let any other girl touch me.”
“Not good enough,” you mumble into his chest.
Caleb unlocks his arms to sink down to his knees. Burying his face into your stomach. “Only yours. Always.”
“That’s a start,” you say, running your fingers through his hair.
valko x reader x caleb (wolf apple)- AGAIN YES
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Overstimulation, 3som, Rough, Mild Dubcon.
“Nuh uh uh where you running off to?”
Caleb’s brows furrowed as he dragged your hips right back, slamming them into his own with a wet plap. You dug your nails into the sheets, tears blurring your vision as your pleading gaze met the golden-eyed wolf hovering over you.
“He’s not gonna help you, Pips. Besides, you like my dick better anyway, don’tcha?” He leaned over your back to reach your face, squishing your cheeks together in his hand.
“C’mon, tell him your gege fucks better. Tell him this pretty cunny belongs to me.” Caleb flashed a smug grin, nipping and biting along the line of your jaw.
Huffing, Valko reached over, and in a blur of motion, you were manhandled until you were flipped and your back was pressed firmly against his own chest. Caleb let out a whine as your tight pussy was pulled right off his length.
“That’s enough. He’s being a meanie, isn’t he?” Valko cooed softly, pressing soothing kisses along your shoulders and neck. You nodded, sniffling with a pout.
Caleb, still panting, leaned back to stroke his throbbing, almost painfully erect cock. “Traitor. You’re gonna regret that,” he warned, a brazen smile cutting across his face.
Confused, you opened your mouth to speak, but your voice was cut short as you felt a pair of hands lift you up and slam you right back down onto a massive intrusion.
“Shit- what the fuck ko?!” You gasped, fighting to keep your quivering thighs steady.
“’m sorry, babygirl. Can’t have that idiot talking smack, can we? Gotta remind you who really fucks you better.”
And that was all you heard before Valko began rutting up into you at an inhuman pace, his balls smacking obscenely against your ass as he bottomed out with every single thrust.
“Oh, fuuuck you,” Caleb rolled his eyes playfully before moving to take his place right in front of you, admiring the way your tits bounced up with every hit. He cupped and kneaded one of them while continuing to stroke himself.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this, Pips,” he groaned, eyes fixated on the outline of Valko’s dick pushing against your lower belly, moving with his thrusts. He leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, shoving his tongue straight into your mouth.
Tears were streaming down from the overstimulation of the two men thoroughly ruining you. “I-I can't–” A sharp sting of pain cut you off as Caleb bit down hard on your bottom lip.
He drew back just enough to look at you, smirk dripping with amusement. “Tsk. Too late. You’ll just have to take it now.”
“Mhmm, that’s it, babygirl.” Valko snarled into your ear. “Go on, help him out. Look at how it's throbbing.” Valko’s hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your head down toward Caleb’s waiting cock.
Obediently, you leaned down, resting your weight on your elbows as you wrapped your wet lips around the tip, intending to take him in slowly. Caleb hissed at the heat of your mouth, but being as greedy as he was, he shoved his entire length straight down your throat in one slick push, making your eyes roll back into your head.
They are so mean when they fuck you.
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♡ Bunny's Note: GUESS WHOS BAAACK. AND ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY.!!!! so yes very self indulgent fic omnom ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎
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