valko pays for your claws nails so you'll scratch tf out of his back!
content: fem reader, scratching, blood from scratching, sex, piv, mating press, not proofread
wc: 860
a/n: there is no war in ba sing se. there is no valko cancellation. forget about him being nuked and read this.
your hands smooth over the muscular expanse of valko’s back, dull nails tracing the dips and curves. he shivers and pushes back into your fingers, purring slightly. he shuffles food around in the popping skillet, looking at you over his shoulder.
“i like your back.” you mumble and pepper kisses against it.
valko smirks and steps back, crowding you. “it’s looking a little bare, don’t you think?”
“mmm? looks fine to me.”
“it would look better than fine if someone marked it up.” he turns the skillet off and turns to face you, grabbing your hands and maneuvering them into a clawing gesture.
valko chuckles and ‘grrs’ for you, pretending like you’re some vicious predator.
you raise an eyebrow and look at your short nails. “won’t that hurt?”
he holds your nails in his palms and presses on the edge of them, feeling for the sharpness. “sweetheart, these wouldn’t even hurt a pup. you remember i’m a werewolf, riiight?” he smiles. “i’ve been scratched by newborns with longer claws.”
you hum and consider it. “well… even if i did want to scratch you, my nails would break before they got long enough.”
valko pats the tops of your hands and lets them go, going back to cooking. “i’ll pay for you to get acrylics. any shape, length, color you want- you could even get a design.”
“are you sure?” you ask skeptically. despite knowing that your boyfriend was rich rich, you still felt bad spending his money.
the very next day, you had long stiletto nails in a deep plum color.
valko was ecstatic when he saw them, but paused when he examined them further. you’d gotten his initials painted on your ring fingers- a suggestion from the nail artist. you’d been worried it was too much… what if valko didn’t like it?
…valko liked it. probably a little too much, considering how he was fucking you so deep into the memory foam mattress that you were sure your indentation would be there for years to come.
“nnghhhh!! ‘ko- shit!” you breathed out, gasping for air as his thick cock drilled against your cervix.
your nails pressed dully into his skin, not quite scratching or piercing the skin.
valko groaned and moved forward, pressing your knees fully beside your head into a deep mating press. “scratch me. dig your nails in- hmmmm.” he whined out.
you pressed down harder, raking your nails down the expanse of his back and raising the skin in red streaks.
“yes- fuck, perfect. harder, dig in harder, i know you’re strong. show me how strong you are.” valko’s breath hitched and he let out a pleased moan when you followed his instructions.
you whined and babbled incoherently about how good he felt, how deep he was in you while your nails left scratches on his back in every direction.
you mindlessly clawed at his skin, searching desperately for something to hold onto and he fucked you harder than you’d ever felt.
“s’ good.. such a good mate, so accommodating, scratching the shit out of me.” valko praises, voice gruff in your ear.
“mmhmmm.” you whine. he switches his angle ever so slightly, hitting upward and bullying the spot deep inside you that makes your vision white out.
you screech and dig your nails into his back hard, hard enough to make him groan and stutter.
“fuck! cumming- cu- shit, holy shit.” valko moans out, collapsing on top of you as he fills you the condom full of his thick cum.
you’re both in a hazy sort of bliss that only sex can give for a handful of minutes after. you’re only brought out of it when valko stands to go get a warm towel for you and your eyes meet his back- your canvas.
you gasp and sit up weakly. "valko!”
valko turns, on high alert and scanning the room. “what- what? fuck, don’t scare me like that-”
“your back is bleeding!” you interrupt, crawling towards him on shaky limbs.
valko pauses and reaches to touch his back, looking at his bloody fingers. “oh.”
“i’m so sorry- oh my god, i’m evil, i’m terrible!” you ramble, tears brimming your eyes.
when you look up at valko, he’s… smiling?! ear to ear, at that! “what the hell is the matter with you?! i injured you!” you yell, tossing a pillow at him in frustration.
valko smiles and walks to the edge of the bed, cradling your cheek with his clean hand. “you marked me up, just like every good mate should. here, take a picture for me.” he grabs his phone from the nightstand and hands it to you, turning around.
you open the camera and snap a picture, trying not to drool over it. you’d marked him up good- he had red streaks in all directions, blood trickling from most of them. weirdly, the sight made a new wetness form between your legs.
valko looked at the picture cleared his throat, a flush rising on his cheek. something else rose, right beside your face, thick and leaking pre again.
since that day, your nails were always done and valko’s back was always painted ruby red.
a/n: no one be sad!!!! everyone be happy!! valko lives on, i promiseeee yall everything will be okay. do you really think mama rhi would let anything happen to our valko? no!!
Valko had grown up being told that when he'd meet his mate, he'd know. He would stay up so many nights, asking his mom to tell the story of how she met his dad, how she knew that his dad was the one. No matter how many times he'd hear the story, he'd never get tired.
Maybe that was why he believed in love stories. Because how could he not? His parents' was the love story for the ages.
However, seeing how old he was now, he was starting to lose hope.
He had travelled the world, met countless people, and never once had he ever met someone that made him pause. That stole his breath, that made his wolf go wild, that pulled him as if they were meant for him.
Sure, there had been relationships, good fucks- some were genuinely nice women. One relationship had even lasted two years because it was so comfortable. But that was all it was. Comfortable. No one ever captured his heart. No one ever made his soul burn. No one ever made his wolf yearn for them.
Not the way his mother had always told that she did for his father.
So he told himself that love could wait. It would have to wait. He just focused more and more on the company. On his career. On everything other than what he wanted to seek out.
Even now, he was sitting at his desk, overseeing some papers when his assistant knocked.
"Sir?" He popped his head in the office. "We have a bit of a situation downstairs."
"What now, Simon?" Valko sighed and looked up.
"Uh.. there's a woman downstairs. In the lobby. Won't leave until she sees you." Simon explained.
"So? Call security or whatever-" Valko waved him away.
"That's the problem part." Simon swallowed. "She's not doing anything. She's just sitting there. Says that she needs 5 minutes only. Says that she'll wait."
"Wait?" Valko's brows furrowed and Simon nodded. He inhaled deeply and paused. "I'll handle it." Valko said slowly and then took another deep breath.
There were the usual smells. Office cedar, air fresheners, stale coffee, and something new. Different. Sweeter.
Valko closed his laptop and took out his nasal blockers. He usually wore them so his sense of smell wouldn't constantly be assaulting and distracting him. He took another deep breath and suddenly felt his wolf pawing at the back of his throat.
That was new. His wolf never did that. Had never done that.
He walked out of his office and the smell grew stronger. He followed it all the way down to the lobby and there you were. His heart stuttered, his wolf practically tried to claw out of his chest. He had to put his nasal blocker back in so to not lose control and show the whole building his tail.
"I heard you were looking for me." He said smoothly with a smile, offering his hand.
"Mr Ao! Hello!" You smiled brightly and his knees almost buckled. "I'm so sorry for showing up like this but I called and no appointments were available until next month and-"
He wasn't listening. He couldn't. You were shaking his hand and that's all that mattered. All this time he'd spent looking- Somehow you'd come to him. Just shown up out of thin air.
"But anyway- I found a backdoor vulnerability in your new healthcare app-" You pulled away from his hand and he almost reached out to grab you again. You didn't notice that. You were too busy opening your laptop to show him what you'd found. "I have a small cyber security start up." You explained. "And I thought that if I'd emailed you about this, it might look like a scam or something -"
You were still talking but all Valko was doing was looking at you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, the way your mouth moved as you spoke, your hands as they glided over the keys on your laptop. Whereas his wolf was purring because he was just near you. A soft chant churning in his head. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.
"See?" You smiled, showing him your laptop screen. "That could lead to potential data leaks." Valko nodded. He had heard absolutely nothing you'd said. "Whoever built the authentication layer probably forgot to tie up the loose ends- It's nothing catastrophic. Yet." You turned to him and he was just... There. Without a single working braincell.
"Right... Can you show me the code again please?" He tried to piece together what you'd said.
You nodded and put your laptop on the receptionist's desk. Valko moved closer to look at your laptop over your shoulder and definitely not to smell you.
The nasal blocker was there but this close, he could still smell you. Like pine after rain. Like a warm beach day. Like midnight after a thick snow. Everything was so crisp and you were showing him a code that looked like hieroglyphics at the moment.
"Mr Ao?" You asked, unsure if he was even listening.
"I'm sorry." He gave an easy smile to cover up the torment inside him. "I'm a little distracted. Work and all-" He lied. Oh god I just lied to my mate what would mother say? He cleared his throat. "If you could give me your number, perhaps we can arrange a proper sit down and discuss this?" And then afterwards I'll throw you over my shoulder and we'll disappear for at least a month.
You smiled again and his wolf preened. You were smiling at him. For him.
"Of course." You handed him your business card.
"I'll take very good care of this." And you. Oh god I'll take such good care of you. He slipped the business card into his pocket.
You nodded, "Well.. um- I should go- I'm sorry for causing a scene and-"
Cause as many scenes as you want. Anything you want. His brain was burning up. This was everything and more than what his mother had told him would feel like.
"Thank you." He breathed out as you put your laptop on your bag. "For finding this." And me. Thank you for finding me. "We would have landed in a lot of trouble and lawsuits if you hadn't."
"It's really no problem. You're doing good work. I didn't want it to stop just because someone made a mistake." You assured him. "Thank you again for your time, Mr Ao."
"Valko. Please, call me Valko." He said softly. You'll be saying it for the rest of life, soon enough.
"Valko." You repeated and his wolf purred in his chest.
He shook your hand again, his other hand coming to cover yours completely. "I hope to see you again soon." And then never let you go.
── .✦ 𝐶𝛰𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 : explicit content (18+), minors dni, vaginal sex, rough handling, dirty talk, possessive behavior, biting/marking (claws, teeth, and blood drawn in one instance), overstimulation, praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink (implied knotting), bondage (metal Evol and cuffs), semi-public sex (office windows + warehouse), wall sex, prone bone, mating press, reverse cowgirl, spooning, deep penetration, grinding, forced eye contact, fear play (implied), worship kink, slight choking (implied by grip), mutual masturbation, scratching (claws on brick), tail wrapping, hair grabbing (implied), submissive top dynamics, petnames used include sweetheart, pretty thing, pup, baby, my good girl, and pretty, with one instance of blood play from a bite and one instance of the reader being pinned in a vulnerable position. not proofread oopsie
𝑃𝑅𝛰𝑁𝐸 𝐵𝛰𝑁𝐸.
He's got you flattened into the mattress, all two hundred pounds of muscle and wolf draped over your spine like a second skin, cherry-colored hair sticking to his sweaty brow while his nose burrows into the curve of your neck—sniffing, because he can't help it, because you smell like rain and honey and his, and somewhere deep in his throat that feral little whine rumbles all the way down to his his chest. It's so at odds with the way his thick, drooling cock splits you open in one torturously slow, wet push. Your fingers claw at the sheets, a choked sob catching in your throat as he bottoms out, that heavy weight settling deep inside you, stretching you, your cunt squeezing and relaxing in weak little pulses to try and accomodate his size — and he laughs, a low, breathless chuckle against your ear, canines grazing the lobe just shy of drawing blood. "Aww, sweetheart, you're trembling," he coos, mock-sympathetic even as his hips snap forward with a brutal, wet smack that punches the air from your lungs, claws denting the headboard as he finds a rhythm—deep, relentless, mean—pressing your cheek into the pillow with every downward drive. But even as he fucks you into the mattress like a beast caught in a heated rut, his arms are wrapped around you, forearms bracketing your ribs, pulling you impossibly closer, his tail coiling tight around your calf like he's scared you'll slip away. "Don't run from me," he whines, breath hot and ragged against your nape, hips never stuttering, "wanna feel you choke on every inch—wanna fill you so full you'll dream about my knot," and his voice cracks on the last word, that scary, hulking predator reduced to a clinging mess who needs you to take him, to keep him, to let him ruin you softly.
𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆.
He's folded you in half like you're made of silk, knees shoved up to your shoulders, the backs of your thighs pressed flush against his heaving chest and he just stares for a moment, amber eyes blown wide and dark, tracing the glossy, swollen mess of your cunt wrapped around his leaking length like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Look at that," he purrs, voice dripping with teasing awe, one calloused thumb reaching down to circle your puffy clit, smearing your slick across your belly just to watch you twitch, "taking all of me like a good little thing—fuck, you're so pretty when you're stuffed full," and then he rolls his hips, a deep, grinding circle that hits that spongy spot inside you and makes your vision white out, stars bursting behind your eyelids. His sharp canines graze your bottom lip, tugging at the plush flesh before he soothes it with a kittenish lick, all while his hips piston into you with deep, measured strokes that have the headboard creaking and the sheets pooling wet beneath you. "Eyes on me, pretty thing," he commands, but it comes out breathless, desperate, almost a plea, because he needs to watch you fall apart, needs to see those tears cling to your lashes. His Evol hums, cooling the silver cuffs that bind your wrists to the headboard, but his hands stay gentle, palms cradling your jaw, thumbs stroking your cheekbones like you're something sacred. "There she is—there's my girl," he coos, fucking into you deeper, slower, worshipping your gooey cunt and your kiss bitten lips, that scary wolf completely undone by the way your walls flutter around him, clinging and greedy, and he smiles, boyish and adoring, even as he wrecks you from the inside out.
𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿 / 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿.
You're bouncing reverse in his lap, back plastered to his sweat-slicked chest, the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office reflecting the lewd, glistening sight of his thick shaft disappearing into your drenched heat over and over again—and he's watching the glass, amber eyes half-lidded and starving, one massive hand splayed across your stomach while the other sneaks up to cup your jaw, turning your face so he can press messy, open-mouthed kisses to the corner of your lips. "C'mon, baby, use me," he slurs against your cheek, hips twitching up to meet your lazy, grinding descent, but his voice is needy, wrecked, that booming baritone cracking into a whimper when you clench around him, "don't stop—please don't stop—you feel so fuckin' good wrapped around me." And when you slow down, thighs burning, he whines, a high, pathetic sound that's so utterly unlike the terrifying Chairman who makes boardrooms tremble, and he wraps both arms around your middle, hugging you tight to his chest, burying his nose in your sweat-damp hair while his hips buck up into you with frantic, shallow thrusts. "You're mean," he pouts against your scalp, claws pricking just enough to sting at your waist, but he's kissing the spot right after, tongue lapping at the tiny beads of blood like an apology, "getting me all worked up and then—nngh—trying to tap out? Nah, sweetheart, you're gonna ride me until that pretty cunt of yours is raw, then you're gonna let me fill you up. Right, little pup? " He groans when you clench around him, seemingly in agreement, the sound breathless and warm, that feral, untamed beast completely surrendered to you, his throne, his home, his everything.
𝐴𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐿.
He's got you slammed against the cold, damp concrete of the abandoned warehouse, your legs locked high around his hips and his massive palms gripping the swell of your ass, fingers dimpling the soft flesh as he lifts you with complete ease, impales you on one brutal, all-consuming shove that has your head knocking back against the brick with a dull thud—but he's there in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your skull, cushioning the impact while his hips roll forward in a punishing, deep grind that punches a broken moan from your chest. "Couldn't even make it to the bed," he teases, sharp canines grazing the column of your throat, tongue lapping at your frantic pulse point while his tail wraps possessively around your thigh, keeping you spread wide and helpless against him, "got so worked up just lookin' at you in that skirt—gonna fuck you stupid right here, where anyone could walk in and see who you belong to." But yet, his voice wavers, cracks with affection, because he's grinning against your skin, that boyish, mischievous smile that makes him look nothing like the scary wolf who just tore through a dozen enemies. His hips piston into you with frantic, sloppy thrusts, the wet schlik schlik echoing off the walls, rain dripping through a broken skylight and mingling with the sweat trailing down his chest—and even as he fucks you ruthlessly, brutally, one arm stays locked around your waist, holding you flush to his body like you're the only anchor in a storm, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing you in with desperate little huffs. "Smell so scared and soaked," he murmurs, lips brushing your pulse and you whimper, "but you're safe, you're always safe with me, even when I'm bein' a monster—fuck, I love the way you squeeze me when I talk dirty," and he laughs, despite a whine curling around the sound, driving into you deeper, slower, meaner, kissing your tears away even as he paints your walls with his release.
𝑆𝑃𝛰𝛰𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺.
Moonlight spills through the blinds like liquid silver, painting his cherry hair in pale, ethereal streaks as he pulls you flush against his chest, your back curving into his broad, scarred torso like two puzzle pieces snapping together—and he sighs, a deep, throaty sound that's all warmth and no bite, his half-hard cock sliding through your slick, puffy folds from behind, nudging past your entrance with a slow, lazy push that has him whimpering against your nape. "Been thinkin' about this all day," he confesses, voice thick with sleep and adoration, one arm banded tight across your ribs while his other hand trails down your belly, fingers dipping to circle your swollen clit in languid, hypnotic patterns. Your back arches on instinct, curving to fit the shape of his shadow. He continues in a low rumble against your skin, murmuring between kisses, "Sitting in that boardroom, tryin' to sound smart, but all I could think about was coming home to this—to you—feeling you warm and wet and mine." His hips rock into you with slow, deep, worshipful thrusts, each one a gentle nudge that has you melting into the mattress, his tail curling possessively around your thigh, keeping you anchored to his every lazy roll, and he kisses your shoulder, your neck, the shell of your ear, a trail of soft, open-mouthed affection that makes your heart ache. "My good girl," he murmurs, canines grazing just soft enough to make you shiver, "my pretty, perfect, clingy little thing—can't even fuck you slow without wanna whine about how much I love you," He groans wetly against your skin, his hips stuttering into a deeper, needier rhythm, that big, scary wolf completely tamed, reduced to a sobbing, adoring mess who fucks you with all the tenderness in the world, whispering promises into your hair until the sun comes up.
virgin!valko finds a new scent! ...right between your legs?!
wc: 1475
content: smut, pussy eating, pussy sniffing, sniffing everywhere, biting, valko dry humps the bed n cums all over himself, mentions predator/prey dynamic, mentions marking and abo, not proofread
“mmh. did you go somewhere new today?” valko mumbles against the skin of your shoulder, rubbing his cheek against the scar of his mark there, scenting you.
you lazily flip the page of the book you’re reading, not paying him much attention. “nope. just to the post office, why?”
valko presses his nose to your neck and sniffs the area heavily, lifting your arm and smelling down it as well. “you have a new smell.”
“hmm. well, let me know what it is when you find it.” you say, brushing it off.
valko was always saying you smelled different, thanks to his hypersensitive sense of smell. normally it was just a spice you’d used to cook, or a new skin product. he’d sniff you all over for half an hour, maybe longer, until he found it, then he’d be satisfied.
over the next fifteen minutes, valko sniffed your entire upper body over heavily, occasionally stopping to lap at your skin affectionately.
it wasn’t until he had his nose pressed against your crotch that his tail finally gave a wag. he popped his head up and tapped your inner thigh.
“i found the new smell.” he announces, proud of himself.
you glanced down at him and stifled a laugh. “what, my pussy? have you never smelled it before?”
as if realizing what he’d been doing for the first time, valko sat up, his cheeks flushed. “uh- sorry, i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like that.”
“it’s fine, valko, really. we’re dating, anyway. i’ve honestly been waiting for you to work up the courage to get down there.”
you bookmark your page and set the book down, wiggling down to get comfy against your mattress and spread your legs just slightly.
valko’s expression softens slightly, his eyes still full of curiosity. “really?”
“mhmm.” you nod and stretch your arms out, bored. “i can tell you wanna investigate..” you reach down and pull the crotch part of your loose shorts to the side, exposing the dampened fabric of your panties.
the scent hits valko stronger than before and his previous hesitation vanishes. his pupils dilate and drool pools im his mouth, threatening to spill out the corners.
he plops himself back between your thighs and noses your shorts to the side. his nose presses directly against your clit, inhaling deeply and exhaling with loud whines.
you expect him to move your panties to the side and start licking or sucking or something, but he just keeps sniffing you through them like the scent was giving him a high. you let him be for another minute before clearing your throat.
“ko, my love, do you not know how to eat someone out?” you try to ask as nicely as possible, but your voice has a hint of teasing.
he peeks up at you, yellow eyes wide with embarrassment. “no, of course i do, i’m just trying to figure out what the smell is.”
you sigh and press against his forehead, pushing his head out from between your legs. he pouts and is about to start whining again until you peel your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere to the side.
you take his hand and run his pointer and middle fingers through your slit, shivering at the stimulation. you guide his fingers to his nose for him to sniff, which he obviously does with vigor.
“it’s arousal. i’m aroused, valko.”
valko sniffs his own fingers heavily, giving you a distracted little. “hmm?”
you groan and grab his jaw, pull it open, and shove his wet fingers into his mouth. “do i need to hols your hand for every little thing? im horny eat me out, finger me, fuck me- do literally anything or i’m using my toys while you watch.”
“you’re horny? like, you want to reproduce?” valko asks, pieces coming together in his head. UNfortunately for you, the taste and smell of you has valko’s brain thinking more werewolf than human.
you nod and lay back down, relieved that he seems to suddenly understand. “exactly- well, not quite the reproduction part, but yes to the horny part.”
his tongue was lapping at the liquid drooling from your pussy in an instant, the rough texture a new feeling for you.
it only took a minute or so for you to realize that valko… wasn’t good at this. his tongue was clunky and he was avoiding all the spots he shouldn't avoid.
you cleared your throat and scratched at his fluffy ear. “are you a virgin?”
valko continued delivering slobbery kisses to your hole. “mmhmmmm.” he answered happily, droopy eyes opening up to meet yours. “my mate..”
you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. “you’re telling me you have never slept with anyone else? you??”
he pulled back slightly, biting on your inner thigh. “never. we mate for life, and you’re my mate, aren’t you?”
“well not technically-” you counter, only for him to interrupt you with a growl.
“not yet. this counts as mating. you’re..” he goes right back to sniffing you, whining at the heady scent. his hips roll against the mattress, desperate for stimulation. “you’re in heat, i’ll fix it.”
valko slurped and prodded at your entrance, his tongue sinking in and out experimentally. slowly hur surely, he found a rhythm that made moans bubble out of you and your back arch.
you gripped his plum colored hair and pulled. a tail with the matching plum color popped up behind him and swished back and forth agressively.
your whines and pleas encouraged valko, spurring him on as he doubled his efforts. the more he went, the more wet you got, which increased the scent just millimeters from his nose. he took in big gulps of air through his nose, sniffing you while his mouth was preoccupied.
“valk- mmhhhh, fuck!” your fingers twisted in his hair, holding him still as you ground against his face.
he pushed another finger in beside the first and curled it upwards, tongue swirling around your puffy clit at the same time.
valko humped the bed, his clothed dick hard and leaky as he savored your taste.
you whined his name again and he looked up at you, his yellow eyes glowing and piercing yours in the dark room.
you knew valko was sweet and you knew he would never in a million years hurt you, but when he looked at you like that with his eyes dilated… it felt like he was hunting you.
you didn’t have time to process how helpless that made you feel and how much you liked it before you came. you think you screamed, but you’re not entirely sure. the only thing you know is that when you sat up, your body felt like lead, your head was fuzzy, and valko’s face, hair, and fluffy ears were coated in your cum.
you’d squirted on him- the poor guy had never eaten someone out before, and you’d soaked him.
“shit, i’m so sorry, i didn’t know that would-” you try to apologize, but are cut off by valko continuing yo eat you out, far more ravenous this time.
you squeak and dig your nails into the thick muscle of his shoulder. “what are you doing?! i already came- mmh!”
he hums against you, talking with his mouth full. “i know, it’s all over me- fuck, more, i need more. give me more.” he growled, feral.
your scent was too much for him to handle when it was contained in your pants, but now that it was physically on his skin and seeping into his hair and fur? it was impossible to act with decorum.
valko didn’t relent until you’d came five more times, only stopping once he realized you were crying from overstimulation.
he’d also cum numerous times in his pants, whimpering and whining in both pain and pleasure at how his knot swelled against nothing, throbbing uselessly as he wasted his cum.
valko cuddled you after, laying you on top of him and nuzzling his face (still coated in your cum) against yours. you’d chastized him for that, trying to convince him to wash it off, but he looked at you like you’d asked him to shave his tail. “you marked me, don’t you realize? i’m never cleaning my face.”
you scoff and gnaw at the spot between his shoukder and neck. “i could actually mark you if you want.”
valko’s tail thumped against the bed beside you, wagging happily. “please? please, pleaseee mark me, i’m ready.”
“mmmh. fine. but that makes me the alpha, doesn’t it?” you tease him with a smirk.
valko huffed and raised his lip, showing his fangs. “you don’t have these, do you?”
you laugh and shush him. “quiet down and let me mark you, like a good omega.”
valko growled, but whined happily when you bit at his skin.
a/n: they were supposed to fuck but i got lost im the sauce like valko
Includes the Brat creator, the Brat enabler, the Brat, the Brat tamer and the Brat breaker.
CW: P in V sex. Rough sex. Jealousy. Oral sex. Edging. Spanking. So many creampies we could open a bakery (lol I saw that one on the unhinged aO3 tags and had to use it) 🔞MDNI🔞
WC: 7.106
Repost from my old account (Applecaviar)
THE BRAT CREATOR
After a long day at work, you were already in a bad mood, especially with the extra responsibilities coming up next week. Then, hearing about Caleb's new mission just made it worse. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, just out of the shower, you felt Caleb's arms wrap around your waist from behind. His warmth radiated against your damp skin as he pulled you in closer, resting his chin on the top of your head.
"I'm gonna be away for a week, are you going to miss me, baby?" Caleb asked nipping your earlobe.
"Not really," you replied casually, smoothing face cream onto your cheeks and jawline. "I have plenty of things to keep me occupied while you're away."
"Yeah?" He tightened his hold around your waist slightly. "Like what?"
You smirked at his inquisitive nature, knowing he was fishing for details. "I'm pretty sure my vibrator is around here somewhere," you said, continuing to apply the luxurious cream.
Caleb chuckled softly "Will you let me watch?" he asked, a playful grin spreading across his face in the mirror's reflection "Will you call to show me how much you miss me?"
"No" you answered bluntly, slipping out of his embrace and stepping away from the sink.
—
An hour later he called out to you, urging you to come downstairs for dinner. Just as you were about to head down, a sharp knock sounded at the door. You hurried over and swung it open, retrieving the takeout you had secretly ordered without Caleb knowing. You knew he wasn't a fan of takeout, especially when he could make dinner for you.
As you placed the bags on the kitchen counter, Caleb's arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind again. This time, however, there was an undeniable hardness pressing insistently against the cleft of your ass, through the thin fabric of your shorts.
"You know I love it when you get all bratty like this? It makes me so fucking hard" Caleb said lowly in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck.
Startled by his boldness, you turned to face him "Caleb! This is not..."
Just as you were about to finish your thought, Caleb lifted you onto the kitchen counter, your hips resting on the cool marble surface. His hands gripped your hips, squeezing the soft flesh as he stepped between your parted thighs.
"Do you need me to make you cum, pretty baby?"
Being the brat you were, you shook your head defiantly.
"Are you suuure?" he questioned, his hands slowly moving to your inner thighs, teasing you with his touch.
You braced your hands behind you on the counter and deliberately widened your legs, a clear invitation. "I'm sure"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you"
"Why not?" you taunted and moved to the very edge of the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist, dragging your clothed cunt along the length of his cock through the fabric of his jeans.
"Because you are making me hard as fuck right now"
"I like you hard like this though," you purred, nipping at his earlobe, feeling his dick twitch in response, eagerly seeking more of your touch.
"Y/N..."
You let out a breathy moan in his ear, lips brushing against the sensitive shell.
"You’re such a brat, you know that?" In an instant, Caleb had pulled your shorts and panties down to your ankles and then dropped to his knees.
Proving his point, you spread your legs again, inviting him to feast on the glistening sight before him. He wasted no time, he leaned in, letting one finger glide through your slit before bringing it to his lips, his tongue flicking out to savor your arousal, accompanied by a satisfied groan
"You created this brat, Cay" you accused breathlessly, chest heaving with anticipation. "You're the one who's always spoiling me, giving me everything I want."
Caleb didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in closer and dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit, his cock jumping against the inside of his jeans.
"My brat," he said before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard. Between each draw of his mouth, he punctuated his claim with a word. "My," suck, "spoiled," suck, "petulant," suck, "disobedient," suck, "brat," suck.
"Oh my god!" you cried out, fingers tangling in his hair. You tugged slightly at the strands, anchoring yourself to him as he worked you over with his mouth.
Caleb responded by pinching your sensitive clit between his tongue and teeth before rubbing his tongue rapidly back and forth.
You came hard and fast, walls clenching around nothing, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter for dear life, knuckles turning white from the force of your grasp. As your body shuddered you felt the slick countertop slip and slide beneath your ass, coated in a mix of Caleb's spit and your own arousal.
Before you could even begin to come down from your high, Caleb had sprung to his feet. He lowered his zipper to pull out his leaking cock from the confines of his jeans and in one thrust plunged into your still quivering cunt.
A moan tore from your throat, your walls stretching deliciously around his thick dick. He didn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a hard and fast pace as he fucked you standing up. He spread your legs wider, resting them against the crook of his elbows to pick you up while he moved in and out of you.
You held on tight to his neck, your nails digging into his skin as he pounded into you relentlessly. With every drive of his hips, you felt the head of his cock kissing your cervix, the deep penetration sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting up your spine.
"Fuck, Pips," Caleb grunted, hips never stopping "You're going to call me, right? Show me how much this pretty pussy misses me while you use your toys?"
He rested his forehead against yours, his hot breath mingling with your own as you both panted and gasped for air. Drool began to escape the corner of your open mouth "I will, I'll show you"
"That's my good fucking brat" Caleb praised before he dragged his tongue along the trail of drool, lapping it up before sealing his lips over yours in a filthy kiss.
He knew you craved that edge of pain to send you flying over the edge. Glancing down, he spotted your hardened nipples, always a clear sign that you were close, and made a split second decision.
His teeth sank into your lower lip, biting down until the coppery taste of blood exploded across your tongue. With a scream, muffled against Caleb's mouth, you came undone.
After a few more thrusts, Caleb let out a groan, his cock throbbing inside you, finding his own release. Once spent, he gently placed you back down on the counter, your trembling legs unable to support you just yet and he carefully pulled out, his softening cock slipping from your pussy. He watched with a satisfied smirk as his cum began to leak out of you, trickling down the crack of your ass and onto the kitchen counter.
"Let me clean you up, then we can eat all of this takeout before it gets cold"
THE BRAT TAMER
You frown as you stare at your phone, confusion and a twinge of hurt flashing across your face. You had sent Zayne some flirty pictures and a message, hoping to brighten up his day at work... but he never answered. At all. Not even to your bare pussy pic.
First, you had teased him with a glimpse of your cleavage, your breasts almost spilling out of your low cut top. You knew he liked your tits, always sneaking glances when he thought you weren't looking. But your boobs alone hadn't been enough to draw him out of work mode this time.
So you tried again, sending him a picture of your covered pussy in his favorite light blue panties, surely that would catch his attention. But your inbox remained frustratingly empty.
Growing bolder, you decided to kick things up a notch. You tugged the crotch of your panties aside, revealing your bare pussy to the camera. You hoped your lewd display would be just the thing to lure Zayne away from the hospital and back into your arms.
He came home an hour later, but not straight to your arms.
—
You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap, your panties pulled taut between ass cheeks, the damp fabric rubbing against your sensitive folds with each twitch of your body. Zayne's hand rested heavily on the reddening globes of your ass, his fingers digging in possessively as he held you in place over his knees. You could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against your stomach, separated only by the thin layers of fabric.
Your chest heaved with shuddering breaths, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you stared at the floor, trying to process the stinging pain radiating from your ass. The sharp crack of his palm against your skin echoed through the room, mixing with the blood rushing in your ears and your own needy whimpers.
"If you insist on being a cock tease, my love, you're going to have to face the consequences" His fingers dug into the tender globes of your ass again, kneading the abused flesh roughly, grinding the rigid length of his erection against your stomach.
Another harsh spank landed on your right cheek and you couldn't hold back the moan that spilled from your lips, eyes squeezing shut as your fingers clawed desperately at his thigh. The pain blossomed into pleasure, clit throbbing in time with your racing heart as arousal leaked from your cunt to your trembling inner thighs.
You were dizzy with shock and lust, mind hazing over with the need to be filled, stretched, fucked... anything to relieve the aching emptiness.
Zayne spanked you again, his hand landing with a resounding smack on your left cheek. The force of it made your whole body jolt and your tits bounce beneath your shirt. Your nipples were hard, straining against the thin fabric begging for his touch.
Suddenly, Zayne moved you from his knees, roughly pushing your upper body down into the couch cushions. The soft fabric muffled your whimpers as he forced your ass up and out. The cool air of the room making goosebumps prickle across your skin.
His breath felt hot and heavy against your folds, his proximity alone enough to make your hips twitch. You gasped and moaned wantonly into the cushions when he roughly tugged your panties down, the scrap of fabric sliding between your ass cheeks before being yanked away entirely.
"What did I say the other day about teasing me while I'm at work, specially during important meetings?" The reminder of your actions made your stomach twist with nerves and shameful arousal.
You whined desperately when you felt the first slow, teasing lick of his tongue gliding up your slit, avoiding the throbbing bud that cried out for his attention. It took every ounce of your willpower not to grind your hips back against his face.
Zayne's hand cracked down on your left cheek in a sharp, stinging slap that made you clench your teeth. You gasped out your answer, voice muffled and breathless as you admitted, "I'm not supposed to tease you at work!"
"Good girl"
The tiny, fleeting reward of his tongue flicking against your clit was too much. A choked sob of pleasure escaped your lips as your body trembled in his grip, your core clenching greedily around nothing. Zayne's lips curled into a smirk against your skin, clearly pleased by your responsiveness.
He gripped your thighs tightly and forced your legs apart to slowly drag the flat of his tongue along your inner thighs. He took his time, savoring the taste of you as he licked and nipped his way upward, leaving a trail of tingling flesh. Your heart raced as he crept closer and closer to your plump pussy.
When his tongue reached the apex of your thighs, you let out a high pitched squeal, your back arching as much as the position allowed. The long, slow lick through your slit made your eyes roll back and your toes curl, your fingers scrabbling at the couch cushions.
The moment you felt his tongue tease the sensitive skin between your cunt and the tight, puckered bud of your asshole, you panicked, your body instinctively tensed and you tried to pull away from him, a choked whimper escaping your constricted throat.
The sudden movement earned you a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek "Why are you interrupting my meal Y/N?"
The sound of his zipper descending made you clench and a moan slipped past your lips when you felt his fingers twist into your hair, gripping the strands tightly as he positioned his cock at your entrance.
"You know your safe word darling, use it if you need to"
The knowledge that you could stop this at any time sent a thrill of dark excitement coursing through your veins, even when a part of you knew you would never use it. This was what you craved, what you'd been aching for all day, Zayne's dominant, punishing touch and the pleasure it brought.
You let out a sharp gasp that turned into a moan as he pushed forward, entering you with enough force to make your teeth rattle.
You both groaned out at the sudden sensation, your voice mixing with his in a symphony of carnal bliss. Zayne's dick stretched you deliciously, filling and completing you in a way that left you breathless and trembling. He twisted his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back as he began to move, setting a fast rhythm that had your tits bouncing with each thrust.
He fucked you just the way you liked, the way he always did when your bratty behavior pushed him to his limits, hard, fast, and without mercy. Days of pent up frustration fueled his lust, his hips slamming into the flesh of your ass with stinging force.
His other hand gripped your hip hard, holding you in place, eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing between your folds, swallowed up by your hungry pussy.
"Come on, love," His hips slowed "Beg for it, beg for it the way I taught you. I want to hear you moan for me." The denial of your climax was torture, your body wound tighter and tighter like a coil ready to snap.
"Pleaseee!" Your voice was raw and shaky, dripping with anguished need. Zayne's low chuckle sent shivers racing down your spine, the sound laced with cruel amusement at your pitiful plea.
"You are being punished, remember?" he reminded you. His hand cracked down on the tender flesh of your ass in a final, stinging slap "Beg properly"
Tears of frustration stung your eyes as you choked out the words he demanded, "Please Dr. Zayne, make me cum!"
"That's my good girl"
He bent over you, chest pressing against your back, his hand snaked between your thighs, fingers finding your puffy clit with unerring accuracy. Your hips jerked at the first electric touch, a strangled moan tearing from your throat.
"Say you won't do it again," he demanded, his fingers circled your clit with slow strokes.
Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed out your promise, "I won't, I promise I won't do it again... Please!" His hips never faltered, fucking into you with satisfying force.
With a scream of his name, your body finally shattered. The devastating orgasm made your body shake almost violently beneath Zayne. The rhythmic clenching and fluttering of your cunt milked his cock, triggering his own peak. With one, two, three more thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and spilled himself inside you.
When the aftershocks faded, Zayne hand slid up your body to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lips with a gentleness that belied the ruthless fucking of moments before. "Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the racing pulse beneath your ear. "You took your punishment so well, love."
THE BRAT
What the actual fuck, Rafayel?
The words screamed in your head as you stared at the video feed, jaw slack and eyes wide. There he was, shirtless and sprawled out on the bed, a sheen of sweat glazing his lean torso. His hand was a blur on his cock, pumping furiously as he chased his release. And god, the sounds spilling from his lips, harsh pants and breathy moans, broken up by the occasional filthy word. Then with a guttural groan, he tipped over. Thick ropes of cum painted his stomach and chest, breath sawing in and out of his throat as he slowly came down.
The timestamp flashed at the bottom of the screen. 14:33. Over two hours ago.
That fucking liar. That goddamn, sexy, infuriating liar.
You had specifically told him not to touch himself until you got back. Had spelled it out plainly in your text, the words crystal clear on the screen. You can't touch yourself until I'm home Raf, I mean it. And yet here he was, not only touching himself but fucking filming it too.
He wanted to be a brat? Well, two could play that game.
—
"Please cutie," he whimpered. He looked like he'd clawed his way out of his skin if he could, so desperate for your touch. For you.
"Please what, Raf?" you asked, pressing your forehead to his, breath mingling with his as you invaded his space. Up close, you could see the way his pupils were blown wide and dark, leaving only a thin ring of striking blue-pink. "What are you asking for, hmm?"
"I don't know," he whined, the sound catching in his throat. His hands clenched at his sides, fists curling into the sheets, fighting the urge to grab you, to pull you down on top of him and rut against you like an animal in heat. "I just...I need..."
He broke off, swallowing hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, catching on his hairline before disappearing into the dark locks. He was burning up, feverish with want and desperate for your touch.
"More," he finished lamely, the single syllable a broken plea.
"Oh, you need more? But you already jerked off today, baby. Was that not enough?" you asked, voice dripping with mock sympathy.
He was a debauched mess, and the sight of him like this, so hungry for your touch, so consumed by lust, made your core throb.
"Please, just let me eat you out, yeah?" he begged "I feel like I could die if I don't."
You let your soaked panties drop to the floor with a soft rustle, the damp fabric proof to how badly you wanted this too. His eyes turned feral the moment they landed on your glistening pussy when you laid on the bed beside him. He looked like a man starved, and you were a feast laid out before him.
"You can eat now" you granted, spreading your legs in invitation. The position left you feeling exposed, vulnerable in a way that made your heart race. But more than that, it made you feel powerful. To have this effect on Rafayel, to reduce a god like him to a begging, desperate mess...it was headier than any drug.
But he didn't immediately dive in like you expected. No, he had other plans. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your lips, and captured your mouth in a kiss. It was filthy and urgent, his tongue delving deep to taste you. All the while, his fingers stroked along your slit, teasing through the slick gathered there.
"So fucking soft" he muttered against your lips "So wet"
Then he pulled back, and before you could blink he brought his fingers to his mouth. Your eyes widened as you watched him lick your arousal from his skin. His eyes flared as the taste hit his tongue, a low moan rumbling in his chest.
Brat
Then he moved down to your cunt, and finally, blessedly, you felt the first swipe of his tongue along your dripping slit. A moan tore from your throat at the contact, your back arching off the bed as pleasure sparked through you like lightning. Rafayel groaned against your flesh, the sound vibrating so good it made your clit throb.
He licked you like a man possessed, tongue delving deep to lap up every drop. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin as he held you open for his feast.
"Fuck, you taste....mmmmhhh" he said between licks, words muffled against your pussy.
His words sent a fresh flood of wetness gushing from your sex, body responding eagerly to his filthy praise. He licked it up greedily.
"Get your hand back on your cock, Raf. Stroke it like you did on that video, I want to see you"
Rafayel loved being bossed around, and he was more than eager to obey. His hand flew to his cock, gripping it tightly as he began to pump his fist along the hard length. He matched the pace with two of his fingers thrusting deep inside you, curling them just right to hit a spot that made you toes curl.
"Fuck, you are such a good boy" you praised and he sucked your clit hard, his lips sealing around the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing his fingers in harder.
Your fingers joined the fray, spreading your folds open for his mouth. You gave him the perfect view of your pussy, of the way your entrance clenched and fluttered around his fingers. He groaned in appreciation, flat tongue laving over your clit.
"I'm gonna—ah, fuck! Raf, yes!" Your words dissolved into a scream as you came. Your cunt clamped down on his fingers, rippling and gushing when pleasure exploded through every nerve ending.
He latched onto your pussy, mouth sealed tight to drink down every drop of your release. All the while, his hand never ceased its pace on his cock, chasing his peak.
When you finally tugged him away, his eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide with lust. He pulled his fingers from your core, bringing them to his mouth again.
"I can't get enough of you."
"Look at your dick, so fucking hard" you teased "Looks like my pussy isn't the only slutty thing here."
Rafayel's hand twitched, aching to touch himself again, but you had removed his hand from his cock, leaving him wanting. He almost whined at the loss, his hips bucking up slightly.
"You seem quite desperate for more, Raf?"
"I am"
He didn't expect what happened next. Didn't expect you to lean forward and spit directly onto his straining cock. "Now you're ready for me"
Rafayel was pretty sure he died and went to heaven. Every nerve ending in his dick screamed with sensation, and when it leaked precum, he knew his cock agreed wholeheartedly.
But Rafayel didn't actually reach paradise until you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips with your cunt poised above his throbbing erection. He watched, enraptured and panting, as you slowly sank down. Inch by inch, until your ass finally pressed against his heavy, cum filled balls.
He groaned long and low, head falling back against the pillow as pleasure exploded through every cell in his body. His hips lifted reflexively, driving himself deeper into your welcoming heat.
"Fuck, cutie! You feel...ungh...incredible!" he grunted, fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.
Caught up in the hypnotic bounce of your breasts as you rode him and the way his cock disappeared inside your perfect, clenching pussy over and over again, vanishing only to reappear slick and glistening, he came.
His hips jerked erratically, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it pumped spurt after spurt of his hot cum deep inside you.
But he didn't let you miss out on your own release. He reached between your bodies and found your clit, he rubbed the sensitive nub with quick, firm circles, determined to drag you over the edge with him.
It only took a few strokes, a few perfectly placed caresses before you were crying out his name. Your pussy clenched down on his spurting cock, milking Rafayel for every last drop of his release.
Together you rode out the aftershocks, trembling and gasping in each other's arms as the last waves of pleasure rolled through you.
THE BRAT ENABLER
You feel Sylus's strong arms tighten around you as he holds you over his shoulder, your body bouncing with each of his long strides. Anger courses through your veins, demanding to be put down.
"Damn it, Sylus! Put. Me. Down!" Your breath comes in short gasps. "You can't just pull me out in the middle of a hunt!"
He just chuckles, one hand kneading the soft flesh of your ass. "I forgot how tiny you are. Barely a little thing."
You scoff, twisting in his grip. "Or maybe you're just a damn giant!"
"You didn't mind last night, when you were begging me not to stop, screaming my name while I was buried balls deep inside your tight little-"
"Sylus!" you hiss, face flushing hotly
He puts you down and your lips part on a gasp, eyes widening. He takes advantage, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, tracing the soft swell. You bite down hard, teeth sinking into his skin.
He doesn't even flinch, just leans in closer, hot breath fanning your face. "Careful, kitten. You know I bite back, harder."
Storming towards his motorcycle, you feel Sylus's gaze burning into your back like a brand. He won't let you go back, and you know it. He's made that abundantly clear.
Sylus stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "Not so fast sweetie, why the sudden anger, hmmm?"
You grit your teeth, glaring up at him. "Don't call me that, not now"
"Would you prefer I call you the little witch who tried to stab me once?"
Your face burns hot at the memory of his blood on your hands, and the way he touched you afterwards. How his fingers traced your body, smearing his own blood across your skin. Marking you.
"Shut up," you mutter, trying to pull away. But Sylus holds firm, fingers digging into your shoulder, keeping you in place.
"Ah ah ah, not until you tell me why you're so angry." His thumb rubs slow circles on your shoulder, a maddening distraction. "Did I not tire you enough last night? Is that why you're trying to run off and play hero?"
You glare at him, but there's no real venom behind it now. "You're impossible," you mutter.
"And you're not going back to fight those wonderers" he counters, unyielding.
"So be angry all you want.. Give me hell if it makes you feel better. But you're not going back out there. Not today." He's not asking for your permission, he's telling you how it will be.
You glance furtively around the deserted area, ensuring no prying eyes witness your brazen actions. The adrenaline from the battle still courses through your veins, and you're looking for a new outlet. Your hand finds Sylus's hardening bulge, and you palm it roughly through his pants.
"Tell me, Sy," you murmur with false innocence as you squeeze his clothed erection. "Do you get off on me talking back to you like this? Does it turn you on to see me defy you?" Your fingers work at his zipper, tugging it down with a soft rasp that seems unnaturally loud in the quiet.
"You know it does" he smirks, his crimson eyes darkening with lust. "I love when you try to push my buttons. It makes me want to put you in your place."
You yank his pants and underwear down in one go, allowing his cock to spring free. It's already rock hard, and pulsing with need. You wrap your fingers around it, stroking him slowly before you drop to your knees and give the head a small lick "Mmm, looks like you're already so worked up"
You take him into your mouth, like you have done it countless times before, but it never fails to make your jaw ache and your throat burn. He's so damn big making you work for every inch. You breathe through your nose as you take him deeper, your nose pressing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. You hold yourself there for a moment before pulling back slowly, tongue dragging along the thick vein on the underside.
He throbs against your tongue, cock pulsing with each beat of his heart. The taste of him, the weight of him heavy on your tongue, it's intoxicating. It makes your head spin and your pussy ache with a need that mirrors his own.
You know he loves this, loves the way you submit to him, the way you let him use your mouth for his pleasure. But you also know he loves it when you fight back, when you push him to the brink with your sharp tongue and your defiant eyes.
So as you pull back, your lips popping off the head of his cock with a pop, you look at him with a challenging glint in your eyes. "Like this, big boy?" your hand pumps his dick as you speak. "Or would you rather fuck me properly?
You plunge back down before he can answer, taking him deep, swallowing around him. You hold him there, looking up at him with tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
The sight of your tears streaking down your flushed cheeks, your makeup smeared and ruined from the force of his thrusts, his undoing. A groan tears from his throat and he throws his head back, eyes squeezing shut as spurt after thick spurt of his cum pumps directly down your throat. You swallow it down, your throat working to accommodate the volume of his release. The taste of him floods your senses, the salty, slightly bitter flavor coating your tongue as you gulp and swallow, not wanting to waste a single drop.
When the last spurts of his climax taper off, you slowly pull your mouth off his softening cock, and sit back on your heels, looking up at him with a satisfied smirk, your chin glistening with a few stray drops of cum.
"You taste even better when you're bossy, Sy" You giggle impishly, enjoying the way he's still trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving with the force of his orgasm.
He wastes no time in taking off your pants and panties after he hauls you up and off your feet, setting you down on the leather seat of his motorcycle.
He kneels between your splayed thighs, pushing them further apart to make room for his broad shoulders. Without warning, he leans in and spits directly on your pussy, the sudden wet heat startling a gasp from your throat.
He chuckles at your reaction "Let me hear you. Don't hold back, kitten. Give me everything."
His words are barely out of his mouth when he's licking a slow fat stripe up your slit, his tongue parting your lips to delve deep into your soaked folds. The feeling is so intense and so unexpected, that you arch clean off the motorcycle seat, a choked cry tearing from your throat.
"Ohmyfuckinggod!" You moan into your hand, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as his tongue works magic on your pussy.
The corners of his eyes crinkle with amusement at your reaction, clearly pleased by the effect he's having on you. "You were running that pretty little mouth of yours so eloquently just moments ago, use it again for me now"
You let your hand fall away from your mouth, your cries of pleasure filling the air unabashedly. Each flick of his tongue against your clit draws a shameless moan from your lips.
You can feel your arousal, mixed with Sylus's spit, dripping down your ass to the leather seat of his motorcycle. It's filthy, it's wrong, but it feels so unbelievably good.
He grips your thighs tighter, holding you open, keeping you exposed to his mouth and tongue. He's not going to let you close them, not until he's had his fill of your sweet nectar.
He suckles harder, his lips sealing around your clit as he draws it into his mouth, tongue swirling and flicking mercilessly. Your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth leather as your body begins to tremble.
He nips your clit, soothing the sting with a long, slow lick before suckling harder pushing you over the edge.
He doesn't let up, continuing to lap at your spasming flesh, helping you ride out each glorious aftershock.
Finally, as the last waves of your climax begin to ebb, he pulls back and looks up at you with a smug, self satisfied grin, his eyes devouring the sight of your fucked out expression.
"Such a good girl"
THE BRAT BREAKER
He knew, he always did. When you teased him on purpose, and today you did.
Your flirtation with Nero was anything but subtle. Sitting on his desk, twirling your hair, chatting away about random nothings, it was clear you were putting on a show.
Poor Nero, ever the nice guy, fell for your charms hook, line, and sinker. He engaged with your playful banter, until a sharp glare from across the room pierced through the haze of his amiability. Xavier's look was enough to make the poor man scramble for an excuse, any excuse, to extract himself from the increasingly awkward situation. With a mumbled "I just remembered, I have that...thing..." Nero high tailed out of there faster than a Wanderer fleeing a Hunter's blade.
You turned to look at Xavier then, a coy smile on your lips. It was a smile that said, There, I hope that was enough to make you squirm.
Your little performance with Nero had only fueled Xavier's frustrations. The heat of his glare followed you as you sauntered away, a sway in your hips that spoke of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.
And now, here you are. Kneeling before him, tears streaming down your cheeks as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. The strand of hair he pulls behind your ear is a gentle gesture amidst the rough treatment, a fleeting moment of tenderness.
"Look up at me when your mouth is full, Y/N" he commands, voice rough with desire and something darker. Something that says he's reached the end of his rope.
You obey, gazing up at him with watery eyes as he hilts himself fully in your mouth. The sensation of him hitting the back of your throat draws a gag from your lips.
"Good girl" he praises, thumb brushing away a tear.
"I love that my voice has you under my control" you squeeze your eyes shut and he continues "Yeah? Bet it feels good, doesn't it? Do you think Nero felt the same way when you were twirling your hair and flirting with him?" he pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air.
His tone turns sharp, accusatory. The jealousy is still there, simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to boil over.
Before you can do anything, he's lifting you up and tossing you onto the bed. The world tilts and spins before you land on the soft mattress, your hair fanning out around you. For a moment, just a fleeting instant, you think this is it, this is when he'll finally fuck you.
But Xavier has other plans. He settles himself between your thighs, close enough that you can feel the whisper of his breath against your cunt. It makes you shiver and ache.
"You want to cum, don't you?"
"Yes, Xavie, please"
He chuckles, mocking and cruel. "I'm not going to put my mouth on a spoiled brat," he scoffs, one hand coming up to grip your hip "You want to cum, you work for it."
Your hands shake as you reach down, fingers brushing against your folds. You're dripping, absolutely soaked, your arousal coating your fingers as you part your lips and expose your puffy clit. A moan tumbles from your lips at the first touch, back arching slightly off the bed.
"That's it," he encourages "Show me how badly you want it.
You use your fingers to dip inside, running your palm over your clit at the same time. Your other hand moves up to your breast to pinch your nipple while you work yourself up.
Xavier watches, his face so close to where you are touching yourself, the back of your hand brushes against his chin and lips with each thrust of your fingers.
"So fucking needy. Go on, bunny, fuck your pretty little cunt. Make yourself cum all over your fingers"
Your fingers move faster, plunging harder, your palm grinding against your clit with each pass. Your breathing grows ragged, chest heaving, back arching as the pressure inside you builds to a fever pitch. You're so close, teetering on the edge, your walls starting to flutter and clench around your fingers.
And then, just as you're about to tumble over into sweet oblivion, you feel his hands on yours. Strong fingers curling around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your pussy. Your eyes fly open and you stare at him in disbelief.
"A-Xavie, please!" you keen as you stare up at him pleadingly, silently begging for relief.
Xavier moves over you, his body covering yours completely. He hooks his arms under your knees, pulling them up and back until your legs are pressed against your chest, knees by your ears. The new position leaves you exposed, completely open and vulnerable to him. The weight of his body settles over you, stealing your breath away, making it difficult to draw in air.
The moment you start to feel lightheaded, he finally gives you what you need. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself inside you, stretching you wide around his fat cock. The sudden penetration draws a scream of pleasure from your throat.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight" He doesn't give you a moment to adjust before he starts moving, hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. Each thrust punches the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping and mewling with each drive of his cock deep inside you.
"Let's get one thing straight," he growls "No one fucking touches you but me. No one makes this pretty pussy theirs but me," he snarls, one hand fisting in your hair and giving it a sharp tug. The slight pain only heightens the overwhelming pleasure.
"Yes Xav! It's just you, only ever you! Please, please please!" you babble mindlessly, too far gone to care about anything but the feel of him moving inside you.
He leans down, teeth finding the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He's branding you, marking you, making sure everyone knows that you belong to him and him alone. His free hand finds your clit, rubbing it in tight, rough circles, pushing you closer to the edge of oblivion.
"You're mine, say it. Tell me who this cunt belongs to," he demands as he pinches your clit hard, the mix of pleasure and pain drawing a scream from your throat.
"Yours!" you wail "It's yours, Xavi! All yours!" Your pussy clamps down around him, rippling and fluttering as you come undone beneath him. You gush around his cock, making the obscene squelching noises even louder.
He fucks you through your high, drawing out your pleasure until you're a boneless mess beneath him. Only then does he allow himself to find his own release.
His hips give a few more shallow thrusts, working himself through the aftershocks and then collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his softening cock still nestled deep inside your cunt.
Your lungs burn, body aching in the best way possible, but one thing is crystal clear, you belong to him, utterly and completely. And he won't let anyone, not even you, forget it.
