Jaybin’s first time at a full dining table 🥹 he would go full Kirby on Alfred’s meals and Alfred would just remind him on his table manners but let him get away with it every single time 😭
♡︎ synopsis: After a stranger’s crude comment leaves you unsettled, Valko helps you reclaim the rest of your night - and reminds you how safe and adored you feel in his arms.
♡︎ pairing: Valko x fem!reader
♡︎ tags: established relationship, fluff and smut, hurt/comfort (mild), mention of catcalling, mention of alcohol (drinking cocktails), foot massage, body worship, oral (f receiving), use of 'sweetheart' 'baby', attempt at describing lotus pose, creampie ofc, aftercare
♡︎ word count: 7.2k
♡︎ a/n: Got catcalled the other day, so I wrote this to make myself feel better lol.
♡︎ Again, thank you, @unintentionalseductress for helping, and also its-de for beta reading.
divider by @ anitalenia
The smell of your favorite takeout hits you before you even get the door fully open. Your hand stills on the handle, your bag slipping lower on your shoulder as you step inside and find Valko standing in your kitchen with the paper bags open in front of him, transferring food onto plates. A small smile tugs on your lips, because there is something ridiculous and tender about the sight of him there, too tall for the space, too broad beside your cabinets.
Valko looks up as soon as he hears you.
“There you are,” he says, his voice warm with the usual excitement.
You close the door behind you. “I’m impressed,” you say. “You were smart enough to order takeout instead of trying to cook without me.”
He huffs out a laugh, glancing down at the plates. “I know my strengths.”
You manage another smile as you take off your shoes by the door and set your bag on the small table near the entry.
In the kitchen, Valko keeps moving, the plates clinking as he finishes dividing the food. “How was it?” he asks. “You had a good time?”
You head toward the sink instead of going to him, reaching for a glass from the cabinet before you answer. “Yeah,” you say, filling it with water. “It was good.”
You take a sip of water and keep your eyes on the glass.
You hear Valko move behind you, and when you turn, he is near enough that you have to tilt your chin to meet his eyes.
“Hi,” he says, softer now, like the first greeting had not counted because he had been too far away.
“Hi,” you answer.
He leans in for the kiss he always takes when you come home to him. You give him just a quick press of your mouth to his, and then you pull back with your glass still in one hand and your other palm braced against the counter.
Valko does not comment on the kiss, but you catch the brief change in his face before he turns back toward the food, a small crease between his brows, there and gone quickly enough that you could pretend you missed it.
“So,” you say, lifting your glass again as you move closer to the food, “what did you order?”
His gaze stays on you for another moment. “The usual,” he says, reaching for one of the containers, “and something from the new place across the street because I wanted to try it.”
“Of course you did.”
“It looked good.”
“You say that about everything.”
“Not everything.” He opens another box and tips his head, considering it. “Most things.”
Despite yourself, you smile as you step beside him, looking over the spread he has arranged – the familiar dishes are there, warm and fragrant, but there are two new ones too, both still steaming as he moves them onto the plates. “Okay,” you admit, “that does look good.”
“Obviously,” he says, with the confidence of someone taking credit for cooking it himself. “And if we’re having cocktails later, we should eat properly first. Especially you.”
You let out a small chuckle, setting your glass down. “Yeah, yeah. You’re probably right.”
Valko asks if you want to eat at the table or on the sofa, and you say, “Sofa’s fine,” without really looking at him.
This time, he does not move back to the food.
You notice the way he turns fully toward you instead of only glancing over.
“Okay,” he says, his voice lower now. “What’s wrong?”
You shrug too quickly. “Nothing.”
His eyes stay on your face. “I know you.”
“It’s really not a big deal.”
“Then tell me.”
You breathe out through your nose and look away first, because the last thing you want is to drag the ugliness of it into your kitchen. Still, the words come out after a moment, plain and clipped, enough to explain but not enough to make a whole scene out of it. You tell him that, on your way back, some jerk threw a crude comment at you, that you ignored him, that it annoyed you more than you wanted it to, and that it was stupid anyway.
By the time you finish, your own mouth has twisted with irritation.
“Whatever,” you mutter, shaking your head as if that can knock the feeling loose. “It doesn’t matter – ”
When you glance at Valko, the look on his face makes the rest of the sentence disappear.
His jaw has gone tight, the easy warmth from a minute ago pulled into something harder and much less familiar. You have seen him annoyed before, but this is different.
“It’s not nothing,” he says.
The roughness in his voice catches you off guard, even though you know it’s not aimed at you.
You shrug again. “It’s fine. It’s not the first time, probably won’t be the last, so there’s no point making it into something.”
“Don’t do that.”
You pause.
His tone has gone firmer, and when you look back at him, his attention has not moved from you. For a second, neither of you speaks. His expression shifts into something more careful, and his shoulders ease a little as he reaches for you.
Your body moves before the rest of you catches up.
You take a small step to the side, barely anything, but enough for his hands to stop between you.
You turn toward the counter, taking the plate. “It’s not worth thinking about,” you say, a little too lightly. “Let’s just eat.”
For a moment, you can feel him watching you, and you keep your attention on the food. Then he picks up his own plate and follows you to the sofa, giving you enough room to sit first before he settles beside you.
The TV comes on a minute later, filling the silence. Valko eats beside you, quieter than usual, though his attention keeps coming back to you.
Instead of pressing you further about what happened, he asks about your friend.
The question helps more than you expect. You tell him about the bookstores you wandered into and the café you found by accident, all pretty lights and beautiful little details, with coffee that was better than you expected and dessert good enough to make you regret not ordering a second one.
As you talk, the better parts of the day start coming back in pieces.
You remember the table by the window, the sound of your friend laughing across from you, and the comfort of staying longer than planned because, for once, neither of you seemed to be rushing anywhere.
He listens like the details matter.
You are grateful he doesn’t ask why you stayed out longer than you said you would. He could have. The two of you had plans, and he had still come over on time, still ordered dinner, still waited in your apartment while you turned an afternoon coffee into nearly three hours outside. Instead of making you feel guilty for enjoying it, he seems pleased that you did.
You tell him about the lipstick your friend gave you. “She gave it to me because she thought the color would suit me,” you say, glancing toward your bag near the entryway. “It’s still in my purse.”
Then your gaze drifts to him.
He is already dressed for later, and you notice it properly now that you are sitting beside him. He looks handsome enough that, on any other night, you would have teased him for it immediately, just to see the pleased little spark in his face when he realized you had been looking.
You glance down at your plate instead. “You know, we don’t really have to go out.”
Valko turns his head toward you.
“We can just stay in,” you continue, already reaching for a lighter tone. “We still have food, and we could try to make dessert or do some terrible homemade cocktails. Then we can just cuddle and watch something.”
You expect him to agree before you finish speaking.
Valko has never needed much convincing to stay close to you for hours, especially when there is food, a sofa, and an excuse to tuck himself around you until you can barely move. It is one of the things you love about him, how openly he wants the simple comfort of being near you, how little shame he has about reaching for it.
Instead, he pauses.
His face shifts into something more serious, and the change is small enough that anyone else might miss it. You do not.
“Do you want to stay in,” he asks, “or do you just not want to be seen tonight?”
You stare at him for a second. Part of you wants to be annoyed that he did not take the offer, because staying in would be warm and easy and comfortable. Another part of you knows this should not surprise you at all. Valko is sweet, almost painfully so sometimes, but he has never been the kind of sweet that lets you hide behind a convenient lie.
You look away first. “I’m a little tired.”
He keeps his attention on you.
“I know you dressed up,” you add, softer now. “Sorry, I just – ”
“That doesn’t matter.”
You stop.
He sets his plate on the coffee table and turns more toward you. “If you’re tired, we stay here. I’ll make bad drinks, you can tell me they’re bad, and I’ll still pretend I did well.” His mouth curves slightly, though his eyes stay serious. “But I’m asking if that’s the real reason.”
You press your lips together.
He waits, and somehow that makes it harder.
After a moment, you stand and take both plates. “I’m just going to rinse these.”
Valko lets you go, then follows with the empty glasses, taking his place beside you at the sink. The two of you work in silence for a minute, you rinsing, him clearing the leftovers and wiping the counter, the routine familiar.
Then he speaks more quietly.
“We can go out,” he says. “You can wear whatever you wanted to wear.”
Your hands slow under the warm water.
“I’ll be there,” he adds. “You can just enjoy your night. If someone wants to be stupid, I’ll handle it.”
The words warm your heart, and this time the smile that comes to your face feels genuine.
The question is still there, waiting for an answer you do not have yet.
“I’m going to take a quick shower,” you say.
Valko nods. “Okay.”
*
By the time you come out of the bedroom, your skin is glistening from the body lotion, your makeup is fixed, and the dress you picked for tonight is smoothed down over your thighs, though the zipper sits open along your back where you couldn’t reach it.
You pause in the doorway with one hand holding the fabric in place.
The living room has changed while you were gone. Only the lamps are on now, with pillows and a blanket spread across the sofa and a TV show playing quietly in the background. Valko’s waiting on the sofa, and when he sees you, his attention lifts immediately, his face easing into a smile that is softer than his usual grin.
You suddenly feel a little shy standing there with your back half-open and your dress held together by your fingers.
“Can you zip me up, please?” you ask.
Valko stands without making you ask twice.
His fingers find the zipper carefully, and his other hand settles near your shoulder blade just long enough to keep the fabric steady.
When he finishes, he lets his hands fall away before you turn to face him.
“So,” he says, looking you over with a small smile, “we’re going out.”
You nod, smoothing your hands down the front of the dress. “Yes. Unless you really want to stay in now.” Your gaze flicks toward the sofa, the blanket, the pillows, the room made soft for you. “It looks like you already started getting comfortable.”
Valko shakes his head. “I was ready for either answer.”
That makes something in your chest loosen.
His eyes move over your face, then settle on your lips. “Do you need to finish your makeup?”
“Oh.” You glance toward your bag. “Yes, actually.”
Valko stays where he is while you use the mirror by the door, giving you space to apply it without leaning over your shoulder.
You press your lips together, studying the color first, then the rest of your reflection. A pleased smile forms on your lips, your posture straightening a little as you look at yourself.
“There she is,” Valko says softly.
You turn toward him, suddenly flustered by the realization that you were almost posing in front of the mirror while he watched.
“You look beautiful,” he says.
“Thank you,” you say softly, your cheeks still a little warm.
Shortly after, you leave the apartment together.
*
By the time you return to the apartment, the warmth from the cocktails has already begun to fade, leaving behind only a pleasant looseness in your body and the ache in your cheeks from smiling so much.
Valko holds the door open for you, and you step inside with your heels clicking softly against the floor. After he slips out of his shoes, he heads towards the kitchen while you stay at the entryway, still taking off your heels.
While he pours the water, you look at him properly.
You had noticed him before you left, of course, but now you let yourself linger on it – the way his hair has fallen slightly out of place, the fabric of his shirt pulling around his biceps, the rolled sleeves showing his forearms. He looks unfairly handsome like this, and the sight of him makes something sweet spread through you.
When he comes closer and hands you a glass, he catches you staring.
“What?” he asks, smiling because your expression must be giving you away.
You take the water from him and let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Nothing.”
“That doesn’t look like nothing.” His eyes narrow playfully. “Do I have something on my face?”
“No.” You take a sip, then lower the glass, still smiling at him over the rim. “I was just thinking that you look really handsome tonight.”
The faintest color rises in his face.
“I see the alcohol is still in your system,” he says.
You roll your eyes. “It’s mostly gone.”
“Mostly?”
“I can feel my feet again,” you say, glancing down at your feet. “That’s how I know.”
Valko laughs under his breath.
“Sit down, sweetheart,” Valko says, taking the glass from your hand before you can ask why.
You let him lead you to the sofa, where he drapes a blanket over your lap.
“Stay here,” he says.
“Where else would I go?”
“With you, I never know.”
You make a face at him, but he only smiles and disappears toward the bathroom.
For a minute, you sit there with the TV playing in front of you, your glass of water waiting on the coffee table. You can hear him moving around in the bathroom, the rush of water, the opening and closing of a cabinet.
When he returns, he’s carrying a basin filled with warm water, faintly cloudy from the bath salts dissolving inside.
Your expression softens. “Valko.”
“What?” he says, setting it carefully on the floor in front of the sofa. “Your feet hurt.”
You look down at the water, then back at him, and the fondness in your chest feels almost too full for something so simple. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know.”
You dip your feet into the basin, and the first touch of warm water makes your eyes close for a second as you sink deeper into the sofa.
Valko sits next to you, looking a little pleased with himself.
By the time the episode ends, the water has cooled and your whole body feels heavier in the best way, softened by the warmth, the drinks, and the steady comfort of Valko’s presence beside you.
He gets up before you can decide whether you should move, disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a towel in his hands. When he sits back down, he spreads it over his lap, then pats it lightly.
“Feet here.”
You lift your feet from the basin and place them over the towel on his lap. Valko wraps the towel around one foot first, drying you with gentle movements, then does the same with the other. He folds the damp towel aside and places your foot between his hands, pressing his thumbs into the sole.
“Oh,” you breathe, your head falling back against the cushion. “That feels really good.”
His mouth curves, but he keeps his eyes on what he is doing. “Good.”
“Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me.”
The TV keeps playing, though you stop following the episode after a while.
Your attention drifts instead to his hands, to the way they move over your foot and up to your ankle, then higher to your calf when he shifts closer and draws your leg a little more securely across his lap.
A soft smile stays on your face.
You look from his hands to his profile, letting yourself linger on the slope of his nose, the line of his jaw. He looks calmer now than he had earlier, though there is still something attentive in him, something that keeps checking on you without needing to ask every few minutes.
Valko’s thumb presses into a tender spot near your heel, and you let out a small sound.
He glances at you.
You clear your throat and look back at the TV as if you have been paying attention the whole time.
His smile deepens, but he says nothing, only continues the massage on the other foot with the same patience.
After a while, Valko’s hands slow, his thumbs resting lightly against your arch as the episode continues playing in front of you.
You draw your legs back slowly, feet settling on the floor as you turn toward him. Valko’s gaze follows, shifting from your face to the way you’re leaning closer now.
“Tired?” he asks, softer than before.
You shake your head. “Not yet.”
Your eyes drift to his lips. When you glance up, he’s already watching you with that adoring gaze that stirs butterflies in your chest. He leans in just a fraction, then holds there, waiting.
So you close the rest of the distance yourself.
The first kiss is gentle, almost testing, your mouth brushing his before you press closer. Valko answers immediately, one hand lifting toward your back while the other stays on the sofa, giving you room to decide how much of him you want.
You kiss him again, longer this time, letting yourself sink into the warmth of his mouth, and the low sound he makes when you lean in more fully sends a pleased little shiver through your body.
After a few moments, you sit up and move before you can overthink it, swinging one leg over his lap until you are straddling him.
You slide your hands to his shoulders, then up to the sides of his neck, feeling him beneath your palms, solid and close and real. His hands settle against your back and pull you nearer before one slides down to your calf, almost absentmindedly, his fingers finding the same sore place he had been working on before. The touch is still gentle, still soothing, but now it runs through you differently as his thumb presses into your skin while his mouth moves over yours.
A small sound slips from you.
Valko’s hand pauses for half a second, then continues, slower than before.
You smile into the kiss, and he catches it, his mouth curving against yours as his palm slides along your calf. Your dress rides higher over your thighs as your fingers curl lightly at the back of his neck, and every slow movement of his hand makes you lean into him more.
Your heart beats harder in your chest, a sweet ache spreading low in your belly as his fingers trace idle patterns along your skin. You pull back just a little, and the words slip out in a soft whisper against his lips.
“Take me to the bedroom.”
Valko’s breath catches for the briefest moment, and then his arms tighten around you – one hand splaying across your lower back while the other cradles your thigh. “Hold onto me,” he murmurs. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, fingers threading into the soft hair at his nape, and hook your legs around his waist as he rises from the sofa with effortless ease, as if you weigh nothing at all. The movement presses you even closer, your chest flush against his as his arms hold you securely, his mouth never leaving yours.
When he reaches the bedroom, the lamplight from the living room spills through the doorway, casting warm shadows across the bed. Valko sits down on the edge of the mattress with you still wrapped around him, so you settle easily back into his lap, straddling him once more.
His hands stay gentle at your waist, holding you steady on his lap as the kiss lingers between you. Being this close to him makes something in you ache softly for more. When you finally draw back enough to speak, your lips brush his.
“Unzip me, please.”
He does not hesitate. One hand leaves your waist and finds the zipper at the small of your back. He takes his time, pulling the zipper all the way down before his palm rests lightly against the bare skin he has uncovered.
Only then do you break the kiss. You rise just enough to slide the dress from your shoulders and over your hips. You step out of it slowly, standing before him in the lamplight while his gaze follows every movement.
You unhook your bra next, the straps slipping from your shoulders, and you let the garment fall away. Valko’s breath leaves him in a low, appreciative sound, but he does not reach for you yet. He waits, watching as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and ease them down your legs. They join the rest of your clothing on the floor, and when you straighten again you are bare before him – every inch of skin touched by the soft light and the heat of his undivided attention.
A quiet thrill moves through you at the way he looks at you, like you are something precious he has been given permission to cherish.
You take a step toward him, ready to return to his lap, but his fingers wrap gently around your wrist before you can climb back onto the bed. The touch is light, yet it stills you completely. He draws your hand toward him and presses a soft kiss to the back of it, then turns it over and brushes his lips against the sensitive skin of your inner wrist. The touch sends a small shiver up your arm.
Without a word, he guides you closer to the bed. His hands settle at your waist as he helps you onto the mattress, and you lie back against the pillows.
He lifts one of your legs, his mouth finding your ankle with a slow press of lips before he gives the other the same lingering attention. Then the heat of his mouth trails upward, each kiss drawing closer, and something low in your stomach tightens with anticipation.
You watch him as he settles between your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours. The first slow drag of his tongue through your folds makes your breath hitch. He does it again, firmer this time, and your thighs instinctively part wider for him.
His hands slide under your hips, holding you steady as he licks into you with more purpose now – slow, thorough strokes that have you growing slicker by the second. When he finally seals his lips around your clit and sucks, your back arches hard off the bed with a broken moan.
Your fingers thread into his hair as your hips start to move on their own, rolling against his mouth. Valko groans at the movement, gripping your hips harder and letting you grind against his tongue, meeting every roll of your body.
The pleasure builds fast now. Every stroke of his tongue, every time he sucks on your clit, sends sparks racing through you. You can feel how wet you are, how easily his mouth moves against you. Your moans grow breathier, your thighs starting to tremble around his head as the tension coils tighter in your stomach.
You keep your eyes on him the whole time. His gaze is locked on your face, but there’s a new tension in his expression now – his pupils are blown, brows drawn, like he’s fighting to stay focused on you while his own hunger bleeds through.
And then you notice the rest of him.
His hips are moving in small, involuntary thrusts against the mattress, rutting into the bed in time with the way his mouth works over you. The sight of it – how turned on he is just from tasting you – makes you clench hard around nothing.
His name slips from your lips in a broken moan, soft at first and then louder as the heat inside you coils tighter and tighter. Valko answers with a low sound against your soaked folds, and then he murmurs right against your skin.
“I can feel you getting close... Come on my tongue, baby – I want to taste you when you do.”
One of his hands finds yours, threading your fingers together and holding on tight. Your hips move faster now, grinding down against his mouth with desperate little rolls. The moment his lips close around your clit again, the tension finally snaps.
It rolls through you in heavy, pulsing waves. Your thighs shake around his head as your fingers tighten in his hair, and a string of broken, breathless sounds spill from your lips – his name tangled with soft, incoherent praise you barely register saying.
A deep, rough groan tears from his throat as his hips jerk harder against the mattress, the movement no longer small or controlled, and the hand holding yours tightens. His eyes stay locked on your face even as they darken further, that faint crease between his brows deepening as he fights to keep his focus on you.
The knowledge that your broken praise is undoing him only makes the pleasure burn hotter, dragging another helpless moan from your throat as the last ripples of your orgasm roll through you.
For a little while, neither of you speaks. Your body feels pleasantly spent, your fingers still loosely threaded with his while your other hand moves slowly through his hair in gentle, absent strokes. Valko stays exactly where he is, his breath warm and uneven against your soaked skin. For a long moment he doesn’t move, only presses soothing kisses along the inside of your thigh, then higher, brushing his lips over the soft curve of your stomach and the sensitive crease where your hip meets your leg.
Then, instead of rising, he begins to kiss lower again.
His mouth trails back down, lips parting against your still-sensitive folds as if it is the most natural thing in the world for him to keep going.
Your fingers tighten in his hair.
“Valko,” you breathe, your voice still shaky.
He lifts his head immediately, eyes finding yours.
You swallow, your hand sliding from his hair to gently touch his jaw.
“Come here,” you say softly.
His voice comes out low and rough. “I am here.”
You shake your head, a small, almost shy smile tugging at your lips.
“Up here.”
He hesitates for a second – just long enough for you to see the way he is still caught in that deep, giving place he goes to when he has his mouth on you. Then, slowly, he begins to crawl up your body, pressing kisses as he goes. His mouth moves over your stomach, the center of your chest, your breasts.
When he finally reaches the crook of your neck, he pauses there, nuzzling into the warm space under your jaw, his nose brushing your skin as he breathes you in.
You stay like that for a while, your fingers still moving slowly through his hair while his face remains tucked against your neck.
After a moment, you speak, your voice soft and a little hoarse.
“Are you planning on taking those clothes off at some point?”
Valko lets out a quiet huff of laughter against your neck.
He lifts his head, and you see the familiar teasing smile on his lips. “Why?” he asks. “Do you want me to?”
You roll your eyes, but the smile that follows gives you away completely. Your hand slides from his hair down to the back of his neck as you pull him closer until your lips are almost brushing his.
“I need to feel you against my skin,” you whisper. “I need your warmth. Your everything.”
The teasing in his expression softens. His hand tightens gently around yours where your fingers are still linked.
Valko doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he kisses you once more before pulling back to sit up. You watch as he reaches for the buttons of his shirt, his fingers working them open one by one. The fabric parts gradually, revealing his chest and the defined muscles of his torso. He shrugs the shirt off his shoulders and lets it fall somewhere beside the bed, never once breaking eye contact with you.
When his hands move to his belt, the quiet clink of metal and the slow drag of leather send a fresh, unexpected flutter through your already sensitive core, making your thighs press together. He notices, and the corner of his mouth lifts before he finishes undoing his belt and pushes both his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.
He steps out of the last of his clothes and returns to the bed completely bare.
The sight of him makes your breath catch. In the dim light, his cock stands thick and flushed a deep, aching red, the head glistening with precum that has already begun to leak down the shaft. He braces himself above you on one forearm before lowering his body until his full weight settles over you. The pressure is immediate and sweet, sinking into your skin and muscles in the most comforting way. His mouth finds yours at the same time, lips locking in a hungry kiss as his tongue slides against yours. You can taste yourself on him, and the realization only makes you kiss him harder, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back as you hold him close.
When you wrap your legs around his hips, the movement drags the thick length of his cock through your soaked folds. The blunt head nudges against your clit, and a broken moan slips from your throat into his mouth. He’s so hot and heavy against you, the underside of his cock gliding through your wetness with every small shift of his body.
You start to move first.
Your hips roll upward in a slow grind, coating the length with your arousal and his saliva. He follows your rhythm, the tip nudging just barely at your entrance before sliding past again, teasing you both with how close he is to sinking inside.
“I need you inside me,” you whisper against his lips. “I want to feel all of you.”
You spread your legs wider for him, opening yourself completely as he begins to ease inside, slowly and carefully. The stretch is intense and delicious, your body yielding to him while his eyes stay locked on your face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses your expression.
Your arms wrap tighter around him, one hand sliding up to grip the back of his neck while the other stays curled on his shoulder. He holds you just as close, one arm braced beside your head, the other sliding under your back to pull you flush against him as he sinks deeper.
“You okay like this?” he asks quietly.
When you nod, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your eye. He stays there for a moment, buried deep inside you, his forehead resting lightly against yours as he just breathes with you.
Then, slowly, he begins to pull back – almost slipping out – before sinking back in. The movement pulls a soft sound from your throat, your hips lifting instinctively to meet him.
He picks up the pace gradually, each thrust growing a little heavier, a little deeper. Your arms stay wrapped tightly around him, holding him close as soft moans spill from your lips with every stroke. The heat between you builds quickly – the slick drag of his cock inside you, the way his pelvis grinds against your clit on every downward thrust, the way his breath fans hot across your mouth.
You can feel how close he is.
It’s in the way his cock keeps twitching inside you, in the tension locked through his shoulders, in the rough, broken groans that escape him. His face is tight with pleasure, brows drawn, jaw clenched as he fights to keep control.
You whisper against his lips.
“You can let go… I want you to. Don’t hold back.”
Valko shakes his head once.
“No,” he breathes. “I just… want to savor this a little longer.”
After a moment, Valko shifts his weight and wraps both arms tightly around your torso. In one smooth motion he sits up, bringing you with him until he’s kneeling on the mattress with you straddling his lap. Your legs instinctively wrap around him as you adjust, your arms sliding around his shoulders while your chests press flush together. The new angle makes him sink even deeper inside you, and the sudden fullness draws a breathless moan from your lips.
He holds you close – one strong arm wrapped around your back, the other hand gripping the curve of your ass, keeping you anchored against him. Your bare skin slides against his with every breath, your nipples brushing his chest. Neither of you speaks for a moment. You simply breathe each other in, bodies locked tight, his cock pulsing deep inside you while your arms stay wrapped around his shoulders like you never want to let go.
You begin to move first, rocking slowly against him.
Valko lets out a low, guttural sound the second you start moving. He kisses you again, but this time there’s nothing controlled about it – his tongue pushes past your lips with no hesitation, sliding against yours in a wet, hungry glide. The kiss turns messy fast. It’s all heat and spit, the wet sound of it mixing with the low groans rumbling from his chest as his teeth catch your bottom lip, grazing, nipping.
His hand on your ass tightens, fingers spreading wide as he begins to guide you. The motion stays shallow, limited by how tightly you’re pressed together, but even with how little you can move, it feels devastatingly good. Every slow circle of your hips makes his cock rub against that sensitive spot inside you while your clit drags over his pelvis, slick and swollen and aching.
“That’s it… take what you need,” he murmurs against your lips. “I love feeling you like this.”
The fullness is constant, overwhelming in the best way – every tiny shift of your body makes you feel stretched around him. Your nipples slip and slide against his sweat-damp chest with every movement, the friction making your body grow hotter.
“I can feel how close you are,” he murmurs against your lips. “I can hear it in the way you moan for me. You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”
You can only whimper in response, your arms tightening around his shoulders as you hold on. You can feel how close he is too – the way his cock keeps twitching inside you, the tension coiled so tightly through his body, the way his breathing has turned ragged and uneven. He’s holding back, barely, and it only makes you want to push him over the edge with you.
You shift your legs, planting your feet flat on the mattress on either side of his hips. The change in angle lets you lift yourself higher, and when you sink back down, you take his thick length even deeper than before. The helpless, strained whimper that tears from Valko’s throat makes your pussy cream around him, slick and messy. His forehead drops to your shoulder, hot breath fanning over your damp skin as his arms tighten around you like he’s trying to hold himself together.
Valko lets out another broken sound against your neck as you start lifting and dropping on him. His arms lock tighter around you as he tries – and fails – to keep guiding your hips the way he was before. The new angle has him sinking impossibly deep with every stroke, and a wrecked groan tears from his throat.
“Fuck – you feel too good,” he pants, voice strained. “I’m trying to let you have this… but – ha-ah – you’re gonna make me lose it.”
You slide one hand up to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his damp hair as you roll your hips again, using your new leverage to grind down on him harder.
“I want you to come,” you breathe. “I need it. I need to feel you.”
That’s all it takes.
Valko’s hand squeezes your ass in a bruising grip as his hips jerk up to meet yours in short, desperate thrusts. His mouth latches onto the side of your neck, sucking hard while his tongue drags over your skin between bites. His sweaty chest slides against yours with every desperate grind, your nipples dragging over the slick, overheated skin. His pelvis is soaked with your arousal, and every roll of your hips grinds it firmly against your swollen clit, sending sharp, relentless sparks racing through your entire body. The combination is too much – the way he stretches you open with every thrust and the constant, filthy pressure on your clit. It builds so fast it feels dizzying.
Your climax crashes into you with overwhelming force.
A silent whimper catches in your throat before it breaks into a loud, shattered moan. Your walls clamp down around him in hard, rhythmic pulses, your thighs shaking as your fingers dig into his shoulders. The pleasure is blinding, ripping through you so intensely that all you can do is cling to him, your body trembling as wave after wave crashes over you.
Valko’s arms lock around you the second your orgasm hits. His forehead presses hard into your shoulder as his cock throbs violently inside you, and you feel the way your pussy squeezes around him, milking him. His whole body goes tense, muscles straining as he fights to hold on for just a few more seconds.
“That’s it – I’ve got you –” His voice cracks. “Just hold onto me – please – ”
His breath hitches.
He yanks your hips down hard and holds you there as he starts to come. You feel every thick pulse of his cock as he fills you – hot spurts that seem to go on and on while he keeps grinding you against him through it. His mouth finds yours in a breathless, messy kiss, all tongue, groans, and the sharp graze of teeth. He kisses you like he’s drowning as he empties himself inside you in thick, relentless waves.
He holds you so tightly against his sweat-slick body that you feel every tremor run through him, his cock still twitching and spilling deep inside you.
For a long moment, neither of you moves. You just stay like that, chests pressed together, breathing hard against each other’s skin. Then Valko tilts his head and kisses you again – slower this time, softer, lingering. When he finally pulls back, he doesn’t go far. He presses a kiss to the side of your neck, then higher, brushing his lips against your cheek.
“You okay?” he asks.
You nod, a small smile tugging at your mouth. “More than okay.”
He makes a soft sound of relief and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his nose brushing your skin as he just breathes you in. You smile against his hair, your fingers grazing his undercut… until a dull, tingling ache starts to spread through your thighs.
You shift a little, wincing. “Okay, wait. My legs are going numb.”
Valko lifts his head, blinking at you for a second. Then a quiet chuckle rumbles out of him.
He carefully helps you untangle your legs from around his waist, one hand supporting your lower back while the other guides you down onto the mattress. You stretch out with a soft sigh of relief, the sheets cool against your overheated skin. Valko stays close for a second longer, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
“Don’t move,” he murmurs. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappears into the bathroom and returns a moment later with a warm, damp towel. You feel a little flustered when he settles between your legs again, but the look on his face is so gentle and focused that you don’t stop him. He cleans you with careful strokes, the warmth of the cloth soothing against your skin.
When the towel grazes your still-sensitive folds, you flinch a little.
“Shh,” Valko soothes, caressing your thigh with his free hand. “Just a little more.”
He finishes with the same tender care, then leans down and presses a soft kiss to the inside of your knee.
“There,” he says, tossing the towel aside. “All clean.”
He crawls back up the bed and pulls you into his arms again, tucking your head under his chin. One hand starts slowly stroking up and down your back, warm and steady.
He murmurs your name against your hair, barely more than a breath. “You okay? Really?”
You nod, your cheek pressed to his chest. “Yeah… Just a little floaty.”
He makes a pleased sound and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“Good,” he says quietly. “You were so beautiful like that. I loved every second of it.”
You smile against his skin, a little shy. “You didn’t have to clean me up, you know.”
“I wanted to.” His fingers keep tracing slow paths along your spine. “I like taking care of you.”
There’s a short, comfortable silence. Then he shifts just enough so he can look at you, his thumb brushing your cheek.
“You need anything?” he asks. “Water? Snacks? Or just me?”
You laugh softly and burrow closer. “Just you, baby.”
He chuckles and wraps both arms around you more securely.
“Alright then,” he says, settling back against the pillows with you. “You’ve got me.”
He kisses your forehead once more and then just holds you, his breathing slowly evening out as his hand continues its gentle path up and down your back.
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. boyfriend!megumi fushiguro and fem!reader. established relationship, somnophilia, pussy jobs, clothed sex, free use, cum play. ꒰ gumi decides that getting you off feels best when you’re asleep and dreaming. ꒱
megumi likes them most when you’re too tired for a proper fucking. he crawls over you while you sleep and shrouds you in his shadow — wide shoulders kissed by moonlight that hide you from the eclipse — his fingers soft against your hips like the gentle twinkle of stars in the distance as he presses your knees into your shoulders.
“easy, baby girl, s’just me,” his voice is hoarse with crumbling restraint, weighed down in his throat by his insatiable greed. sweatpants have long since been rolled down and nestled under balls that twitch with a brilliant and impending load. megumi’s cock his heavy against your stomach — the head vibrant red whilst it oozes pre onto the frilly waistband of your panties.
at first — he smacks himself against your clothed core, prodding at your hole which he craves the energy to fill. for now, megumi makes it work. he finds that he adores the white cotton undergarments you wear. frilly with a delicate pink bow just under your navel. he doesn’t take them off. too fond of the decoration to his sin. he doesn’t even tuck them to the side, he slides himself through the loop of fabric at your leg and thrusts. careful, tentative, and slow as if to make you really feel it. prominent veins pulsing where they meet your beating clit.
you stir cutely, calling his name as if to greet him in your dream. megumi kisses the crease between your brows — soothing, attentive. “i’ve got you, let me make you feel good.”
claggy, syrupy sounds cling to the cool night, arousal catching on megumi’s shaft with each pass through your sopping mound. you’ve probably no idea how wet you are, tendrils of sleep woven around your mind — making you pliant and perfect for him. he hisses when you clench around nothing but catch on every part of him, aching to be filled with his length.
the gusset of your soft cotton panties darken in the exchange of slick and precum — the gooey strands forming a strong web where he ends and you begin. much like the rise of your sun and the fall of his moon, the cycle of pleasure is endless and it embraces you even in deep slumber. his hips draw back, pearlescent and slender, and his mushroomed tip slips beneath the scalloped edge of your underwear once more. using nimble fingers and a gentle grip as to not spark any over-sensitivity — fushiguro takes hold of himself, his curved lengthy shaft bobbing in between nimble digits, for better leverage. rubbing his milky oozing head back and forth over your arousal beading nub.
occasionally he dips past the tight ring of your entrance, shuddering at your iron grip — pride tingling within the gap between brain and his skull at how selfishly you lock down on him even when you’re not awake to show the world.
he’ll always count his lucky stars that you’re so eager, so willing to let him have you as he sees fit. awake or asleep your precious pussy belongs to him. in the depths of your consciousness she craves him, it’s obvious in the way your hips canter upwards to meet megumi’s as your high approaches like rushing rapids. the manner in which your back bows towards the night sky — forcing his chest to yours as though you are trying to fuse your heartbeats into one.
“so good to me. so fucking good.” megumi coos under his breath, hidden beneath his aerated moans because he cums not too long after. limbs wobbly with his collapse on top of you imminent. his weight your shaky, sleepy frame is accompanied a shot of translucent, viscous white into the seat of your panties. the flood swirling with heated gush of nectar from your abused slit. all of it smears lewdly through your abused folds, white on your sensitive clit in the form of his signature.
lashes kiss your cheeks and neck whilst megumi steadies himself in the scent of sex and warmth of your skin. his breath shattered and mystified against you.
“i can be even better,” you murmur to him, feeling him flinch in surprise when your fingers curl in midnight locks at the nape of his neck — roused by the cooling mess between your thighs. “if you cum inside next time.”
all megumi can do is groan — hungry and appreciative because you really are always so ready for him.
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zuko was the fire lord. a man honed to be entrusted with an entire nation. a man who not only had the ability to lead adequately, but also to speak adequately.
it was rare to get the fire lord into a weak, stuttering mess, but you could do it with just a quick, sultry word or a simple clench of your body.
"fuck," zuko cursed, long strands of black hair falling over his face as he hooked your legs over his shoulders.
he was fucking you so thoroughly, so deep, making sure you felt every agonizing inch. he made sure his cock kissed your cervix with every creak of the large bed in the center of his chambers.
"that's it—my sweet wife," he rasped, his face twisted in sheer pleasure. "gonna fill you up real good. fill you up deep with fire lord seed."
your eyes rolled back in pleasure, toes curling over his shoulders. he always had such a way with words.
"god—zuko!"
"yes, that's it," he breathed. "cry for me, wife. let me hear—"
he choked on his own breath as you suddenly tightened around him, a small, needy whimper breaking from your throat.
"l-let me—fuck, i mean—y-you're so—" zuko scrambled to find his words, his face burning with crimson that had nothing to do with his firebending.
he tried to push back into you, but his hips were moving just as messily as his tongue tripped over itself.
"i'm going to—we're—d-don't look at me like that."
he was embarassed.
the great fire lord, commander of armies and ruler of a global empire, was currently stuck suspended over you, trembling and stuttering like the awkward man you knew before and loved.
"zuzu?"
"i—i am commanding you to—to ignore that," he stuttered again, his voice cracking as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
this was going to be a long night for the poor fire lord.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀zuko has his face buried in the sweet delicacy that is your saccharine heated pussy. his hands are holding your thighs apart, his grip strong yet so loving. he is completely drunk on the taste of your syrupy slick, eyes glossed over with nothing but hunger and desire for his wife's sweetness.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"s-so good~" you whimper in that soft pretty tone that has his eyes rolling to the back of his head and for droplets of pre to drip down his reddened tip. his cock twitches when he hears you so shamelessly let those loud and cute whines spill from your lips, unbothered about whether or not anyone could hear you（though they very much could!）
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you tug on his silky hair when he starts to suckle on your puffy clit, your back arching off the mattress and more of those pretty moans echo through the chambers, only making his dick throb even more and he is practically humping the bed to ease some of the pleasure bubbling up inside of him.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀that pleasure just seems to build and build up inside of him, his balls tightening with each passing second and that familiar feeling coiling inside of him is nearly becoming unbearable. he reckons it's because it has been a while since he has been intimate with you, his noble duties getting in the way of being able to spend time with you. so he isn't entirely surprised but . . to be on the brink of orgasm from giving you head alone? now that is a first.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀and zuko being the man that he is is trying extraordinarily hard not to cream himself so that he'll be able to stuff you with his cock soon enough. but the louder your mewls grow and the more pathetic and dulcet they come out, he knows he will not be able to hold himself back much longer. and that comes true when you whimper so pathetically, "mmphh~ you're so good to me, zuzu."
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀he is groaning into your core, the vibrations of it sending shivers down your body as you clench around his tongue which only makes him croak out the most pathetic whimper you've ever heard. his face is flushed a soft crimson colour and he's still whining into your cunt, his hips jerking up into the sheets.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you're a bit confused by his reaction . . he's never been this way before and you're about to question him when he unlatches his lips from your wet folds and he presses his cheeks to your inner thighs, wearing the cutest pout ever. and he confesses before you can even ask, "i'm sorry, my love. i came just now."
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you try your best not to giggle but it slips out anyway, zuko's face only growing redder. he hides his face into your pussy, giving little pecks to your core like he was apologising for finishing before you could. "may i continue? i cannot leave you dissatisfied." you coo at him sweetly, stroking his hair as he dives back in to savour on your candied slick. his dick begins chubbing up again upon hearing your soft whines, throbbing and aching terribly already . . oh spirits.
Summary: you come home, very drunk, and see a very hot guy sitting on your couch… so naturally you ask him out!
It starts with a simple, high-pitched gasp in the middle of your living room.
Jason is sitting on the couch in a gray t-shirt and sweatpants, laptop on his knees, mid-snack, when you stumble through the front door. You’re wearing one of his oversized jacket slung over your shoulders, your cheeks flushed red from two too many margaritas with your friends, and your hair a complete, chaotic masterpiece.
He sets his laptop aside immediately, a half-amused, half-concerned smirk already forming on his lips. "Hey, sweetheart. How was girls' night—"
He doesn't get to finish. The moment your eyes land on him, your hands fly to your face, covering your red-hot cheeks. You freeze in place, staring at him through your fingers as if you’ve just spotted a celebrity in a coffee shop.
"Oh," you whisper loud enough for the whole apartment complex to hear. "Oh my god."
Jason blinks, pausing. "What?"
You kick off your shoes—completely missing the rack—and take three deliberate, overly cautious, drunk steps toward the couch. Your eyes are wide, glassy, and completely starstruck.
"Who are you?" you ask, leaning over the back of the couch, resting your chin on your folded hands. You beam at him, giggling softly. "Because you are... so pretty. Like so hot. Has anyone ever told you that? You look like a whole movie star."
Jason slowly looks down at his faded t-shirt, then back up at you. A playful glint flickers in his blue eyes as the reality hits him: You have completely forgotten you're already dating him.
"A movie star, huh?" Jason drawls, leaning back against the cushions and crossing his arms over his chest. He bites down on the inside of his cheek to keep from bursting out laughing. "Can't say I hear that one often. I'm Jason."
"Jason," you sigh, the name rolling off your tongue like a melody. You sway slightly where you stand, blushing down to your collarbone. "That's a nice name. I'm... well, you know. I'm me."
"Nice to meet you, Me," he says softly, his voice dropping into that smooth, low register he knows makes you melt. "What's a girl like you doing flustered in my living room?"
"I live here! I think?" You look around the apartment, thoroughly confused for a split second, before your focus snaps right back to him like a magnet. You lean in closer, whispering conspiratorially, "Listen... I know this is crazy, but... are you single?"
You pause, then giggle, “wanna know a secret? I actually wanna marry you but I think asking you if you’re single is less advanced.”
Jason bites his lower lip, trying—and failing—to hide a massive grin. "Am I single? Well... that's a tough question."
Your face falls instantly into a dramatic, adorable pout, and you genuinely look devastated. "Oh no. You have a girlfriend?"
"I do," Jason says softly, watching your reaction.
"Is she pretty?" you ask, sniffling just a little bit, clearly heartbroken.
"She's gorgeous," Jason says, his voice softening. He reaches out, grabbing your wrist gently, and pulls you over the back of the couch until you tumble right onto his lap. You gasp, your hands landing flat against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. "She’s got this ridiculously cute laugh, gets super giggly when she drinks, and is currently sitting on my lap looking at me like I hung the moon."
You stare at him, your brain slowly churning through the alcoholic fog.
1... 2... 3 seconds pass.
"Wait," you whisper, your eyes going wide. "I just drank and I am fairly giggly."
"You are."
"And I'm on your lap."
"You are."
"...I'm the pretty girlfriend?!"
Jason couldn't hold it back anymore; he threw his head back and laughed, the deep, rumbling sound vibrating through his chest against your palms. "Yes, dummy. You're the pretty girlfriend. We've been together for over a year."
A look of pure, unadulterated triumph washes over your face. You kick your feet up, burying your burning face right into the crook of his neck, muffled giggles spilling out against his skin. "I scored so hard," you mutter into his collar. "He's huge and he's mine."
"Yeah, yeah, you hit the lottery," Jason chuckled, his broad arms wrapping snugly around your waist, pulling you close so you wouldn't slide off. He kissed the top of your head, resting his chin on your hair. "Come on, baby. Let's get you some water and into bed before you try to ask me out again."
"Wait!" You pop your head back up, cheeks still bright red, poking his chest with a single finger. "So... does this mean you won't go on a date with me?"
Jason shook his head, a soft, fond smile softening his rugged features. "I'll take you on a date every single day of the week, sweetie. Now go to sleep."
lying to BOXER! JASON TODD about being a virgin… so don’t be surprised when you cum so easy!
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 CONTENT WARNINGS: lying about virginity, overstimulationnnn, teasing! boxer! jason todd, MINORS DNI ノ fem! virgin! reader, gentle sex, dirty talk, technical virginity loss, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, tiny bit of a strength kink!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: sorry, I’ve been on a boxer! jason todd high so muchhhhh, I just love him, sorry not sorry! this is inspired by the hot concept of men lying about being virgins and cumming prematurely but make it reader because lowkey? it’s just an excuse for jason to abuse that pussy 🫠 dare i say i have knight/medieval! jason todd in the works rn cause finn bennett as aerion targaryen awoken my soul for knight! characters.
honestly, you weren’t that much of a liar.
you didn’t like to lie— there was something weird about it. something weird about looking someone in the face and lying your ass off. you only lied a couple of times about small things; being sick, not wanting to go on a date, not wanting to hang out… simple things. not things like this.
and to be completely and utterly honest; you didn’t exactly stop lying when it came to getting into bed with jason todd.
you knew who he was— a famous boxer with too many wins to count, but you acted oblivious to his boxing resume when he first approached to you at a small diner. he found you attractive when he was eating with his big brother, dick— yes. his name is dick, doesn’t like going by richard— and dick encouraged him to approach you. so you shared your number with him and began to text him.
things fell into place and a month of talking… he invited you to one of his fights. a big boxing fight, he’s the biggest name on the card. and watching from the third row as jason knocked his opponent out in the third round… you knew damn well what was going to happen later that night.
the problem? you were not quite… experienced at sex.
you have masturbated, you have touched yourself and have used sex toys on yourself. you’ve kissed people in high school and you’ve let them touch you up… but nothing as far as that. just, it hasn’t happened naturally. it wasn’t some weird obligation thing, you weren’t saving yourself for marriage or for anyone special… it just didn’t feel right any time it came down to it, so now? as a hard working adult seeing this boxer? you knew damn well you’d have to face it.
so after celebrating jason’s win at his favorite local burger place— always feeling his rough hand on yours even as you ate, you brought him to your place… and of course, when two hot people who are very attracted to each other are alone… things get hot and steamy.
he got you over the finish line with ease the moment his mouth sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue up and down and using two of his fingers in your tight cunt to cum, eating the cum off his fingers with glee as clothes came off, hair was pulled, and jason was stroking his cock with lube (mixed with a little bit of your own cum cause how could he not?).
“jason… mhm…” you whisper, your legs already spread on the bed as your hands clasped in the bedsheets. you couldn’t lie; you were absolutely nervous.
sure, you’ve played with yourself before— you’ve stuck a dildo in your cunt a couple of times. you know what it feels like to be stretched by a silicone toy that was listed as six inches long and was about five and a half inches… but this was different.
this was a real dick, a real cock attached to a very attractive boxer that you just happened to get the attention of.
jason smiled down at you as his right hand stayed on his seven inch cock, his left hand gently stroking up and down your leg as his body keeps your legs open. “you’re pretty, baby.” he whispers, leaning down and kissing your left knee. “such a cute girl… all spread f’me…”
your face heats up internally at his compliments, it felt good to be flirted with, especially by jason with his stupidly hot voice and his demeanor. “jason, mhm…” you respond back, mentally preparing yourself for how this is gonna feel— it’s just like a dildo, the stretch and the feeling, you could handle it; of course you can!
jason lined his tip up with your folds and leaned down, kissing your lips and whispering against your lips. “if you can’t handle it, tell me sweetheart, ain’t trying to hurt you, promise.”
you nod your head, wrapping both arms around his neck. “of course, jay… now fuck me.” oh the confidence you have.
he smiles at your words and press against your cunt, his tip feeling the warmness of your cunt as you seemingly let him in with no problem. he’s slow to push into you, being oh so gentle with his hips as his left hand digs into the bed, his right hand pressed on top of your abdomen as he’s careful with his ease into you.
and fuck fuck fuck— it feels so good. it feels too good.
you could barely feel anything else besides jason stretching you with his cock— naturally, this felt different than the dildo, the skin of jason’s cock different than the silicone. he was so much better and thicker than the toy, warmer than the toy as well— everything felt overwhelming that you didn’t know if you could handle much more… and the pathetic part was that he was only three inches in, he still had four more inches to go and you already feel like this.
“jason! jason! oh fuckkkkk, jayyyy.” you moan out, fingers digging into the back of his neck, your pussy fluttering ‘round him as your toes curled in the air. “s-so good… so full… oh fuck.”
he smiles above you as he kisses your moaning lips, gently continuing his movements, taking your moans as good enough to keep moving. “good girl… taking me so fuckin’ well, bet this pussy misses being treated so good.”
yeah; my pussy has never been treated any which way, but obviously— you couldn’t fucking say that, so you just moan in response, vibrating against his skin.
you felt so warm inside, you couldn’t stop your pleasure from climbing just by him pushing into you and his lips on your skin, you just couldn’t help it. it felt too fucking good.
not knowing what to do— you couldn’t stop yourself, and with barely three thrusts in… you felt yourself slipping over the same edge that his mouth brought you over. his hips don’t sputter once, his face hidden in your neck as he pressed kisses in your neck— your eyes rolling back as your nails dug into his biceps.
it felt so fucking good, your pussy was fluttering and you felt pleasure push and flow through your veins.
jason mutters a curse as he watches you, star struck by your expression and almost surprised— he’s not mean about his expression either, he’s shocked he was able to make you cum this fast… “oh baby, you already cummed?” he questions, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your lips. “good to know i make you feel this good.”
“ah— ah! oh fuck, jay!” you moan in overstimulation, back arching off the bed and pressing your breasts against his broad chest. “ah— ‘m sorry! ‘m sorry… didn’t me-mean to.”
jason looks at you with soft eyes that even makes you tear up, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “don’t apologize f’me baby, don’t ever apologize for cumming so beautifully.” he encourages, continuing his thrusts even with your orgasm melting through you. “this pussy loves me, huh?”
your fingers digs down into his back as you whine, breathing deep as jason continues to ruin you. “jay— jay, c’can’t take it— oh fuck… oh fuck!”
“you’re taking it great baby, just hold out f’me, hun, you’ll feel good again.” he whispers, kissing your lips.
the kiss is sloppy and barely there on your side, but you try to kiss him again, heat overtaking your entire body as overstimulation slowly subsidies and suddenly feeling that same build up as last time.
you whimper against his lips as your hands both thread through his messy black hair, nails yanking on him as you feel his cock drag against your walls again, his balls slapping against your cunt.
he moans as you squeeze around him, both hands holding onto your thighs. “beautiful girl… betcha you need to cum again, huh?”
nodding your head, you bite into his shoulder, the pain of the overstimulation and the pleasure of your orgasm ruins you before you could confirm anything to him; your eyes rolling back and the scream of his name gives him the confirmation.
you just cummed again and he’s looking at you like a fucking angel on this earth.
“there you go… cum, cum all over my shit, baby.” he encourages. “lemme see this pretty face fucking wrecked for me again.”
maybe lying about your virginity to your boyfriend was the best idea ever, cause it got you fucked like this!
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though one of the sexiest things about him is his mind. how much he knew, like random facts that would win you a grand prize in a game show about books or historical events. or even about you and what makes you tick. where you liked to eat and how you’d crack your knuckles. he always knew.
his attention to detail was unmatched because he is an amazing observer.
he knew you so deeply that it was like he studied you in the same way he searched for information. kept your image close to his heart and burned it to memory like a brand.
but you hadn’t yet gotten further with jason other than making out hard and panting even harder, you knew he was the type to prioritize your pleasure over his. when you started touching more intimately, he saw how much you liked him and felt more confident in how heavily he felt for you. he’d hold those moments with the same tenderness he held your hand with on your first date, devotion leaking from his pores.
jason wasn’t prepared to see how he could completely ruin you when it translated to bed. he didn’t even know he was capable of it, though once he got a taste, he knew he was unconditionally yours. mapping out roads around your body and marking the spot that made you make the most noises. memorizing the map that led to what he really wanted.
the first time was after a week that was horribly cold and you clung to jason like a second skin. overtime, his warm hands fell to between your thighs and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. shakily, more afraid of hurting you than anything else. though entirely skilled, he knew exactly what makes you tick. every single button he pressed made the experience all the more memorable. every touch and every praise, jason made it comfortable and safe like it was his priority because it is.
now its getting hot and heavy. he’s got you pinned under him hand running up your side while he just barely restrained himself. taking your panties off of you so slowly, unwrapping you like a gift he is oh so grateful to receive.
as though he’s afraid of hurting you somehow.
dragging his heavy, weeping tip through your folds. letting the weight rest against you after prepping for what felt like eternity. the resistance is hardly there at this point, but even now, jason’s bigger than anyone could gauge. what you’d imagined in your mind was ten times fold with him and the girth he harboured was a little daunting.
“i got you princess.” he breathes. “will you let me in?”
eyes staring into his as heart shapes form in the thin air, you nod breathlessly.
you’re not one to back down from a challenge, right?
then he presses forward and kisses you at the same time, swallowing down the gasp that took your breath. only an inch inside and he’s the one shaking already, cupping your face with one hand and fisting the bedsheet by your head with the other.
the stretch is incredible. the sheer size of him both unwarranted and ridiculously impressive. but when you consider his soft spoken voice and the gentle rasp that shook you to your core, it only made your arousal greater.
he drops his head to your cheek and kisses your face gently. then he lets his lips trail down your jaw, licking down then he could tuck his head in your neck and breathe you in. rocking into you slow like he was afraid to fully seat himself inside.
jason whimpers your name softly when you tense. “ease up ma.” before letting a hand circle your clit.
“i’m sorry,” breath shakily as you wrap your ankles around his back. “you’re really big.”
something in his perfect face melts and his lips upturn. he stops his hips from moving any further. “don’t apologize to me, i should be doing that. god, please don’t tell me i’m hurting you.”
but the wait was eating you up. the feeling of him there and not giving you it all was building and the ache was defeaning.
you needed all of him.
you shake your head and try to buck into him further, but jason’s hand shifts to your hip and holds you firm. still holding himself back for some reason unknown to you. a whine slips from your lips when you try to get closer and he groans like the action was ruining him.
this time, you decide to plead. “i want it all jay”
blinking down at you, he shifts his gaze from eye to eye. needing the reassurance as though he truly believed you were saving his feelings.
“are you sure?”
you nod and part your lips, biting your lip softly as the pressure rests there. “please.”
then jason leans down and you think he’s going to kiss you. plump lips pink and swollen with tension as he washes his eyes over your face. resting his forehead on yours before closing his eyes and still not moving his hips yet. just letting the weight of what would fill you stay just in reach but out of touch.
like a threat that’s more like a promise.
“i love you so much.” he admits before pressing his lips to yours, muffling any response you could’ve had.
you moan into his mouth then, half surprise and pleasure. the feeling was unreal. the stretch around him stole the air from your lungs even though he was moving so slowly.
he pressed forward and despite the pleasureful pain it caused, letting your ankles dig into his back and pull him deeper until he was fully seated inside you. a tear slips down your face just as he parts from you to breathe and a cry escapes past your lips.
the sound is enough to startle jason and halt any movement. he pulls back as your tear strikes fear echoes across on his face, thinking you were in pain from him doing.
“shit—did i hurt you?”
taking a moment to compose yourself, you shake your head warily. “no,” the sound another muffled cry as he stayed impossibly still, unsure what to do.
“sweetheart, you’re crying,” leaning back trying to pull his weight off of you.
though you don’t let him move far, tightening your hold on him and locking your ankles.
“stay,” gripping him close for dear life.
his eyes stay unwavering and his hips stay still. he reaches up for your face again and brushes his thumb over your cheek before he nods at your determination.
“okay,” shakily he says. “but if it hurts—”
“it doesn’t.” you quickly interrupt. “i promise, it feels good.”
a slow smile creeps up his face. “yeah? you feel good?”
you nod again and stare straight at his lips, urging him on. slowly his resolve crumbles and he lands closer to your face to kiss you once again. pressing his perfect lips to yours like a seal and a lock.
just then he adjusts his hips, shifting them forward and rocking into you. he watches as your breath hitches and your fingernails dig into your palms. head drawing back to drown into the pillow beneath it. he groans at the slight resistance created in the friction but eases up until you let him in so easily. hands on your hips tight but not hurting, just enough to remind you where he was.
he takes your hands and pries your fingers up, interlocking them with his to distract you from the sensation. slowly inching his way inside until the tears in your eyes were accompanied by gentle moans.
then you drag him closer once again and he lets you interlock your ankles behind him.
“let me do the work,” panting by your ear. “let me show you how i love you.”
wiping your tears, his teeth shine brightly as he smiles and soothingly strokes your face. impossible gentleness from his calloused hands. when the words die, he converses with his eyes you could drown inside of.
finally he bottoms out with a soft sputter on his tongue, completely unable to mask his weight behind his heavy hips, touching your cervix from this angle. nailing dig into his hand, needing to be grounded and feel him completely, jason pants heavily. he brings your hands up higher until they rested just above your head. the loving frame he posed you in was so evident you could cry. instead, you paint him in the same light.
the ministrations resume and he moves with less restraint than you’d started with. watching how your expressions changed and the sounds escaped your lips quicker with every movement.
his deep thrusts could’ve knocked the air from your lungs but he was doing it so slowly as he inched himself further, it melted away. pleasureful bliss blooms across your skin as he kisses your neck. leaving open mouthed smooches up to your face and worked back down, surely leaving marks in their wake.
“please jay,” moaning out as though he wasn’t already fucking you. “more.”
jason fucks you like he was about to lose you then, when he looks up and sees your eyes rolling and the tear streaks on your face. letting go of your arms to lift you up and over him. he rolls onto his back and seats you in his lap, never pulling completely out, just enough that you feel what you’d need to retake.
“okay princess,” he coos. “i’ll help, yeah?”
already exhausted but willingly to please him, you grip his shoulders and start to grind down into him. he cups your ass and lifts you up, letting your weight back onto him over and over. the mix of your arousal making it easier to fuck up into you as he holds you effortlessly. shifting your hips against him weakly, jason decides to take up the task entirely but not until he really sees you struggle to fit him inside you.
a couple more whines escape you as you attempt to move, taking an inch deeper just to grind against his pelvis. minutes go by like this, when he tries to tell you it’s okay and he can do it, you shake your head like you’re already gone. then you tell him you can handle it.
both of you know you can’t.
another roll of your hips against his where a broken moan pulls him out his head causes jason’s brain to flip. he doesn’t just hold you anymore, no, he starts to get meaner. not like he wants to hurt you, but he wanted to give you what he’s wanted all night—to fuck you full.
thrusting up again and again while he watches your face contort, slowly melting onto his chest while he sits up further. moving you up and down onto him, biting his lips to control his moans when you whimper his name. then he can’t even hide that. groans and moans, gasps and sighs—they fill your ears like sinful symphony as he works himself up further. he listens to the praises you say in his ear while he does the work you should’ve, fucking up into you as though on a mission. his pace picks up as he feels you moving back into him, matching his thrusts with your own.
the peak sneaks up on you when he tangles his hand in your hair to get a look at your face. pulling just enough to see your expression and gasp when he continues his ministrations.
“i wanna watch you let go for me.” nearly whining when he admits. “you gonna let me come inside you? please?” his breathy voice coaxing you.
vigorously you nod as his pace begins to falter and his thrusts only become deeper as though he wanted to get closer.
it’s enough to spur you on. enough to push you right over the edge as you see his pink, bitten lips and the flush on his cheeks. the ruffle in his hair that proved how long this had been going on for. he looked so incredibly hot, you could die a happy woman tonight just from his good he’s fucked you.
through the peak, he carries you over, not stopping and not pausing his filthy promises. you’re clamping down around him when he sputters your name, groaning harshly and prolonging the feeling. you can feel him reaching his climax, bucking into you and movements stuttering. when he comes, you feel the pulses as he fills you. rope after rope painting you white from within. the waves of intense pleasure as his veins drag and he starts overstimulates himself. then he reaches between you to circle your sensitive bud, thrusting sloppily as you’re limp against him and throwing you into another orgasm.
practically screaming his name as you muffle a cry into his shoulder, barring your teeth and taking a bite of his supple skin. shaking as he fucks you through another climax and pushes his seed deeper inside. hand slipping off his shoulder as he slows his movements. groaning softly by your ear as he makes shallow bucks as though he didn’t want this to end.
but fucked out in his arms is his lover, drenched in sweat and slick that he didn’t know had even reached those places. and still, he was buried inside you with no indication of wanting to move.
minutes go by like this, both of you entirely spent and trying to catch your breath. he’s first to look at you and ensure that he hadn’t harmed you. eyes closed and lips parted, panting hard like you’d run a marathon as jason looks the same. leaning back further just to see the look on your face, jason kisses your forehead then.
“was that okay?” he twists at your heartstrings. “did i hurt you?”
still he was questioning himself and you were just coherent enough to shake your head and speak in a slur. “you’re perfect. my perfect boy.”
the breathy words only made him smile. his grin wide and toothy as he kisses the top of your head over and over. ignoring how your hair stuck to your head, hoping you’d do the same to him.
“sweet baby.” murmuring between his rough kisses that felt like cuteness aggression towards you. “i love you so, so much.”
you hum as you nuzzle into his chest. “mmhmf, i love you too.”
still cheesing, he holds you tight against him. part of him felt like he was dreaming with how much he loved you. his body shaking with restraint as he twitched inside you but he knew you were too exhausted to go again. leaning himself back onto the mattress to tuck you against him further, holding you there like something sacred. as though you would run or get taken away if he faltered his hold at all.
the hold on you only grounding as though you were floating over your body still, ghosting like he’d fucked you into the afterlife. sleep eases its way through your body and jason absorbs it.
only minutes later you’re completely asleep, snoring peacefully as jason drools on your head.
and there’s no place you’d rather be.
forgive me for this filth. i’m never a normal person when i’m ovulating…
katsuki letting you try on his gauntlets while he does his routine gear check and you're confused cuz he would never let someone other than himself put them on.
you're ecstatic tho so he gives you his gloves and then puts his gauntlets on you and you giggle about how their so heavy and how impressive it is that he wears them everyday, making them look weightless.
as you shower his strength in compliments he stares at you sitting on the edge of the bed, watching how you can hardly lift your hands wearing them and he drops to his knees, pulling you forward and shoving his head between your thighs, wasting no time he leaves a long lick over your clothed cunt.
you try to shoot your hands out to pull him away with a surprised gasp but realize you can't do much of anything with the gauntlets on, they fall weakly at your side while he gets to work quickly, pulling down your shorts and panties in one go and quickly latching onto your clit.
you go to pull your hands out of the gauntlets but he stops you by gripping your arms and pulling you closer and then your just kinda stuck there just moaning and whining while he has his way with you and he's laughing at you and idk katsuki come get me pls...
katsuki who feels particularly bad after an argument. he can't even remember what it was about, only understands his own feelings enough to know that he doesn't want to make you feel like that again — he doesn't want to feel that distant from you ever again.
even after the problem is resolved through a heart to heart and make-up kisses, he wants to prove to you that he means it — and maybe quiet the voice in his head that yearns for reassurance while he's at it.
he memorizes your body for hours, cherishing it like it's been gone for too long. kisses littered all over your body, head between your thighs ... even just sitting on his haunches admiring the way your chest rises and falls ... anything he can do to erase the distance he's created in his head and make it up to you.
and in being so entranced with making you feel good, he ignores himself. rutting against silken sheets or the heel of his palm if it means his tongue can please you for just a few more minutes. whispering against the inside of your thighs about how 'sorry' he is, while his voice falters.
it isn't until you forcibly pull his head from between your legs that you realize he's a goner — eyes puffed up, mouth bruised hues of red, and his cock sitting painstakingly trapped in his boxers. nodding in reassurance that he deserves to feel good too, and practically begging him to let you take care of him in return.
he's an incohearant mess by the end of it. his forehead practically glued to yours, with all semblance of restraint disappearing after every thrust. he barely makes it 15 minutes before he's chewing on his lip, willing himself not to finish first.
katsuki who can't bear the thought of losing you in a world that feels incomplete without you.
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۶ৎ valko has a shameful tendency to squeeze your butt aggressively prior to holding your waist when you're shopping together. it's nearly automatic. he can't simply walk alongside you without squishing it at least once, it's an addiction of his.
۶ৎ since you met him, valko has developed a cuddling necessity. he won't be able to drift off during bedtime without his big beefy arms delicately wrapped around either you or a oversized plush. so naturally, he playfully bought himself one for the nights you aren't sleeping underneath the same sheets.
۶ৎ valko checks your social media accounts once he catches some alone time like a reflex, more often than he'd like to admit. it's genuinely involuntary, poor baby can't help himself. he must see you, even if it's the exact photo he's seen countless times.
۶ৎ a relatively overprotective and possessive partner. what's his, can't be anyone else's. valko entirely rejects the idea of sharing and typically, his naturally territorial nature is somewhat subtle but never absent.
valko, on the other hand, while he oozes charisma and sex appeal, i like to think he’s actually a bit of a shy boy in front of the love of his life.
this big bad wolfie is all bark and zero bite (well, unless you ask nicely!). all that experience and easy charm he has go flying out the window when you’re close.
you sneak your hand into his while the two of you are walking on your date. he almost jumps three feet into the air, but then he quickly collects himself and his signature smirk is back before he’s swinging your joined hands back and forth, a skip in his step.
“can i try yours?” you ask, eyeing his plate at the restaurant he’s taken you to.
“of course baby, whatever you want,” and then he moves to slide his food over so it’s closer to you, but then you grab his wrist to maneuver his fork into your mouth.
“yum!” you squeal, still chewing before you go back to your own entree, not realizing valko’s red all the way up to his ears. “wanna try mine?”
you put your own fork out, saying “ahhh” to prompt him to open his mouth. he’s just blinking at you like—
brb, brain.exe has stopped working.
then later, at the mall, you drag your poor boyfriend around from store to store and he’s carrying all your bags. but then you get to the perfume section of a department store.
“pick for me?”
“me?” then he’s grinning, suppressing the urge to let his tail pop out and start wagging it like crazy.
“yeah, i want you to like my scent,” and then you’re leaning against his shoulder and he wants to scream he loves you so much. he loves your natural scent already, but the fact you’re asking this of him makes him so freaking happy.
and you try one he picks out, spritz it on, and he gets adorably flustered when you tilt your chin up, allowing him a full view of the column of your throat. “what do you think?”
“baaabe…” he groans into his hands, “you’re killin’ me here.”
dad!valko who picks up your daughter by the neck of her fluffy onesie with his bare teeth, like how a wolf picks up it’s pup. he’d walk around the house with her like that, swinging around in the air and giggling as she gets a front row view of her dad’s laptop screen and this week’s Eoncore tech report…that is, until you freak out and force valko to put her in a carrier.
dad!valko who’s not super great at buying baby clothes for your baby girl. he keeps on coming back with sleepers that spell ‘PUPPY PRINCESS’ in big pink font, socks with grippy paw prints on it’s feet, sweatpants with a polyester tail…least to say, you’ve taken over buying the clothes for now. but you keep the little wolf onesie with wolf ears on it’s hood, because seeing your baby match your husband is too cute.
dad!valko who sleeps curled around you and your daughter, tail wrapping around the both of you, the same way he’d slept practically circled around you when you were pregnant. the baby disappears against him. you have to peel away from his muscular arms if you want to get up in the middle of the night. even if you’re being careful, his eyes would snap open and pepper you with questions of ‘where are you going?’ before following after you dutifully to sit outside the bathroom to wait for you (or hold your hand through the door). it comes from a place of love, promise.
dad!valko who is aghast when his toddler daughter refuses a home-made chocolate cake for her second birthday. instead, she points to the picture of a cream cheese frosted slice of carrot cake with wide pleading eyes, her tail swishing behind her in the exact same way her father’s did when he wanted something from you.
“aw, but sweetie, don’t you want a yummy milk chocolate gateu—“
“no!”
“ow, ow! okay, okay fine, carrot cake it is, now let go of daddy’s ears—“
dad!valko who likes to go on woodland hikes with you and your baby. you used to have to put one of those dog walking leashes on him so he doesn’t get too excited and break off to chase a deer or a squirrel. but now, you’ve got to put one on your daughter too (who recently started walking) so she doesn’t run after him. like father like daughter. sigh.
dad!valko who likes to tickle your daughter’s teeny nose with his fingers to hear her laugh, and tickle her toes with the fluff of his tail. she’s the cutest thing he’s ever set his eyes upon. the sweetest, though albeit a bit toothless smile he’s ever seen. every time she beams up at him, valko’s heart clenches. every time her little paws find his, he can’t help but to squeeze up next to you, give you those eyes, and ask…
“awwww, babe, do you think we should make our little pup another little brother or sister?”
valko has a love-hate relationship with his glasses.
he loves that they can help him see, obviously. he likes the fact that you like how he looks with them on. he's also the kind of guy to have both glasses and contacts, but actively despite wearing the latter.(and both, really)
you've caught him squinting at food labels, his computer, at the tv. he'll deny it each time, saying that his eyes are just dry and he's adjusting his vision. to which you usually clap back with the fact that he both never uses eye drops to help with said dry eyes, but also because when he does wear contacts, he always forgets to replace them. there has been a few times where you've swatted him to stop wearing his bi-weekly contacts that he's definitely been wearing for more than two weeks.
with that hassle, he'll always prefer his glasses. valko's often got them on at home. if you ever needed one, he's always got one of those micro fabric cloth on hand. sure, he's accidentally slept while wearing them, leaving indents on his temples. he's also got a bad habit of taking them off, forgetting where he put them down, and thus asking for your help to look for where he placed them.
"Angel, please, I can't find them,"
"Have you looked in the bedroom?"
"Baby that's the problem I can't see," he says with wide puppy eyes.
but what he hates the most is how they get in the way when he's got his tongue lapping you up. his head between your legs, eating and licking like a man- or werewolf- starved.
his hands are gripping your thighs, keeping you just open enough to were you're still squeezing his head. it's cause he likes how your thighs brush against the edges of his wolf ears. and oh, does he love when you tangle your hand in his hair, scratching and grazing the most sensitive part of him- besides his tail, of course.
and like everything he does, it's with an energy that he always has. every noise- squelch, slurrpp- between his groans and your whimpers would make you tempted to smack him away, if he wasn't also using his fingers at the same time to spread you open.
and stars is he so messy with it. there is no shame when it comes to making you come with his mouth alone. and that's where valko loves and hates his glasses the most. they'd be so fogged up by now, from the warmth he's creating between your thighs. he can barely see in front of him. but fuck, it turns him on so much that he can see (or.. not see?) how good he's making you feel. he takes the fogging up as a sign that he's getting you right there, so, so, close.
and don't worry- if you find it uncomfortable, maybe if the edge of the frames poke your skin, he'll take it off no problem. but once you're coming undone, rest assured that valko will ride you through your high, before pulling back and throwing his glasses back on to see the mess he's made of you.
bonus headcanons!
if you wear glasses too, he's bought custome matching frames for the both of you
he also has several pairs. round frames, thin metal frames, even those chunky black plastic frames that give a very clark kent/superman vibe
my favorite headcanon i read was that with him being a werewolf, his glasses could be colorblind glasses since dogs have a very limited color range
if you don't wear glasses, he would gift you a pair that looks like his, with no grade and just the blue light filter. "so we're matching and it would be less strain when you're on your phone and computer ^-^"
BONUS FUN FACT : this fic was inspired by me this morning, forgetting to take my glasses off in the shower, and thus fogging them up badly
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Summary: Valko's got something on his mind. It's not all that hard to figure out what. [Warnings: spicy at the end but not explicit smut / talk of babies and implied pregnancy]
Note: As a woman who's married to a man who has way more intense baby fever than I do, this one goes out to my real-life husband. Who, honestly, bears a suspicious resemblance to Valko in terms of personality (at least in my fics... *ahem*). He would give me the goofiest side-eye if he knew I was using him as inspiration for sexy werewolf fanfiction 😂 Written for Little Wolf July Prompt 12: Wolf Cub
There were a few rules in life. Evenings meant quiet time. And quiet time meant cuddles.
Lately, Valko's favorite position to be in was crammed between your thighs while you read, his head resting on your stomach like it was his personal pillow.
It was perfect for running your fingers through his hair, which was exactly what you were doing now, in between flipping through pages of your book. Valko made a small, sad noise when you took your hand off his head to turn to the next page, and you laughed at his clinginess.
"You're so needy, Val." Even as you teased him, you mercifully replaced the hand in his hair, and Valko's arms tightened around your waist.
"Yeah," he agreed. "Need you."
You hummed soundlessly as your fingers worked through his short hair, easing out tension until Valko had practically turned to a puddle in your lap.
"You've been antsy tonight," you continued. "Something on your mind?"
It was nice to see Valko relaxed, but he had been awfully squirmy earlier. Fingers curling against your leg, hips, waist - anywhere he could reach as he twisted to get comfortable.
"Do you ever think about having pups?"
Valko's voice was muffled, from the way his face was pressed into your stomach, and at first you weren't sure if you'd heard him correctly.
"Do I what?"
"Sorry. Don't answer that." Valko all but let out a groan, shaking his head softly side to side.
"No, Val - what did you say?" You shifted slightly, and Valko raised his head to meet your gentle eyes. There was fear written over his face. And... embarrassment?
"You don't have to answer right now, I mean," Valko replied. "It's just something I've wondered about."
Smiling, you tangled your fingers a bit deeper, giving Valko the kind of scratch that never failed to make his pupils roll backwards. He looked up at you now, puppy dog eyes on full display.
"Is this all because we went to visit your cousins?" you teased.
"...Possibly."
Earlier in the day, you had visited one of Valko's aunties. Along with four of his rambunctious cousins. One of whom had brought her brand new baby - barely over three months old, and adorable enough to steal everyone's attention.
The whole way home, Valko had marvled over the littlest addition to his gigantic family, rambling on about everything from how small her ears were, to the cute little coos and howls she let out. It had been sweet, at the time, but clearly the newest family member had left deeper impressions on Valko than you'd realized.
"I do, sometimes," you said, returning your hand to the steady, stroking rhythm that Valko liked best. "Maybe not right now, but in the future..."
Valko's wolf ears, which had been hidden up until now, suddenly popped out. You flinched in surprise as they hit the palm of your hand, springing up from his head.
"Don't laugh..." Valko warned.
But it was already too late, and your soft laughter filled the quiet bedroom and the hallway beyond. The rest of the house sat empty, waiting and listening in on the conversation between you.
"Feeling a little excited there?" you asked, wiping a tear from your eye.
Your taunting was cut short as Valko burrowed his head underneath your loose t-shirt, leaving a lustful stripe of nips and kisses along your stomach.
"Told ya I need you," he said, popping out from the fabric to look at you.
Gone was the innocent puppy dog face, replaced with a brazen hunger. You squealed, joyful, as Valko quickly climbed the rest of the way up your body, to capture your mouth in a kiss.
No matter how you started, you always ended up like this.
Tonight it began with you on top, straddling Valko’s lap, hands braced on his broad chest as you rode him with vigour, savoring the way his eyes fluttered and his breath hitched every time you rolled your hips just right.
“Fuck, doll… you look so good like this,” he groaned, hands gripping your thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin there. His tail thumped lazily against the bed, ears twitching with pleasure.
You leaned down to kiss him, smiling against his lips.
He hummed, clearly enjoying the view. For about five minutes.
Then his hands tightened on your hips. That familiar hungry glint appeared in his golden eyes. In one smooth, powerful motion he flipped you both, putting you on your hands and knees before you could even protest.
“Valko-!”
“Shh,” he murmured, voice already rough as he pressed against your back, lips brushing your ear. “Just feels good like this. Can’t help it.”
You tried to tease him even as he pushed back inside you with one smooth thrust. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s true,” he groaned, hips snapping forward in that perfect, mind melting rhythm. One big hand pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest down while your ass stayed up exactly how he liked it. “You look so fucking pretty arched like this. All mine.”
His other hand grabbed your thigh, holding you in place as he fucked you harder, deeper, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. No matter if you started riding him, in missionary, or even spooning, somehow, some way, you always ended up right here.
Face down, ass up, with your boyfriend pounding into you like he was made for it.
You moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Admit it… you’re just a dog at heart.”
He chuckled, leaning over you to bite gently at your shoulder. “Not like you mind it.”
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