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warnings::I mean...girl, it's somno and the winter soldier lol.18+ It's dark. Dubcon
Drabbles | WINTER SOLDIER X READER
The apartment door slammed shut, heavy enough to shake the frame, and his heavy boots hit the floorboards like sudden gunshots. His shoulders were rigid, the metal arm whirring faintly as he flexed his fingers.
The mission was a disaster—he had blood on his hands that didn't belong to him, and bad orders that left a bitter, sour taste on his tongue. He was tired of being America’s favorite ghost, tired of the heavy weight of being used as a deadly weapon. He didn't want the war anymore. He needed something soft and warm to ground him—something gentle that wouldn’t fight back in the dark.
You were already asleep when he stepped into the bedroom, curled on your side under the thin sheet while your slow, even breathing filled the quiet room. The sight of you just like that—completely vulnerable, beautifully unaware—sent a dark, thrilling rush straight through his veins.
He stripped out of his heavy tactical gear in silence, the black shirt and cargo pants landing in a ruined heap on the floorboards. His body was still buzzing from the dangerous adrenaline coursing through him. His cock was already half-hard, thick and heavy between his legs.
The soldier climbed onto the mattress behind you without a single word. The bed dipped under his weight, but you didn’t stir from your dream. He pressed his warm chest right against your bare back, the cool metal of his left arm sliding slowly over your waist to pull you flush against his heartbeat.
His flesh hand slipped right under the hem of your soft sleep shirt. That calloused palm glided up your stomach to cup your breast, gentle at first, like he was holding something holy. Then his thumb began to circle your nipple, until it stiffened under his touch.
You murmured something incoherent in your sleep, shifting your weight just a little, but you didn’t wake from the dream. That only encouraged him. His rough hand traveled lower in the dark, fingers dipping between your thighs to find you bare and warm under the covers.
He stroked along your slit with two long fingers, parting your soft folds, feeling the very first hint of slick starting to gather. He began to rub slow circles over your clit, his blue eyes watching your face in the moonlight for any sign of waking. But there was nothing. Just your soft breaths and the occasional, breathless twitch of your hips against him.
Satisfied, he shifted lower on the bed, hooking one of your legs over his to spread you open. His cock throbbed against your ass, the head already leaking. He lined himself up and pushed in with one steady thrust, burying half his length inside your pussy in a single motion. The tight heat clenched around him, and he groaned low in his throat, forehead pressed to the back of your neck.
He didn’t rush. Each thrust was deliberate, sinking deeper until he was fully seated, balls pressed against you. His metal fingers gripped your hip hard enough to bruise while his other hand stayed between your legs, rubbing your clit in time with his slow, deep strokes. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out filled the quiet room, punctuated by his heavy breathing.
You stirred again, a soft whimper escaping as your body responded on its own. Your pussy fluttered around him, growing wetter with every push. Bucky leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “That’s it,” he whispered, voice rough. “Take it. Just like that.” He picked up the pace slightly, hips snapping forward, the head of his cock dragging against that sensitive spot inside you.
Your eyelashes fluttered in the dark, but you didn't quite wake up. Your body just arched back into his frame instinctively, chasing that dangerous warmth. Bucky took full advantage of your surrender, rolling you onto your stomach without ever pulling out. He covered you completely, chest to your back, metal arm braced beside your head. From this angle he could drive in harder and deeper.
He fucked you steadily, using your sleeping body for his own relief after the hellish day. Sweat beaded on his brow as he chased his release, grunting with each thrust. His flesh hand slid under your hips to keep rubbing your clit, determined to pull an orgasm from you even in your unconscious state. Your walls started to tighten, pulsing around his cock as your body tipped over the edge. Slick gushed around him, coating his length and dripping down your thighs.
Bucky groaned, burying himself to the hilt as he came. Hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy, filling you until it leaked out around his cock with every shallow thrust. He stayed inside you, breathing hard, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. After a moment he pulled out slowly, watching his seed trickle from your well-used hole.
He rolled you gently onto your back and spread your legs again. His tongue dragged through the mess between your thighs, licking up the mixture of your juices and his cum. He sucked on your clit softly, cleaning you with long strokes until your hips twitched in your sleep.
Only then did he crawl up beside you in the aftermath, pulling the thin sheet over both of you. The storm inside him had finally passed. His metal arm wrapped around your waist once more, pulling you flush against his chest, holding you close as his breath finally evened out.
The cruel, rough day faded away into the background, replaced entirely by the quiet comfort of your body pressed flush against his. He pressed one soft, lingering kiss to your bare shoulder, his blue eyes finally closing as sleep claimed him too.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (MINORS DNI) BUCKY BARNES doesn’t use his metal hand during sex with you… unless he’s jealous.
he knows you can handle his metal arm, you love it so much that he knows you would love it if he used it during sex— but he never does. he never uses it because he doesn’t want to risk anything. he’s been told nothing will happen, maybe be gentle but he never pushes it…
until bucky sees your pretty little self flirting with some other dude at the bar you two were visiting— he didn’t even know if you were flirting, but you were smiling hard enough and the other dude was looking at you too flirty for him to handle. he doesn’t make a scene in public, only wrapping his arm around you… but at home, he breaks.
your legs were spread out on the bed as your forearms kept you up; watching as bucky spit on your cunt.
“you wanna flirt with him, mhm?” he challenges, leaning in and presses kisses to the inside of your thigh— his right (non metal) hand rubbing up and down your sobbing folds. “so wet f’me but so fucking happy to be around him.”
you whimper at feeling his hand, legs shaking as his body kept them open. “buck— buck— i-i wasn’t flirting with him… just k’keeping conversation— oh!” your words get cut off when he presses two of his normal fingers into you— not completely, but just the tips, just to tease you.
he frowns, leaning in again and finally pressing a kiss on your cunt. “i know you weren’t flirting and that makes it worse; your poor pretty self being flirted with because men can’t handle themselves…” he whispers, licking a strip in between your folds while at the same time, his fingers don’t go any further, in fact they retract, his right hand implanting on the bed right by your forearms.
moans fill the bedroom as he licks up and down, bringing his left hand up as you moan for him. “b-bucky! oh fuck!”
bucky looks up at you as he puts the metal hand close to your cunt— and you can immediately feel the difference in coldness at the sensation— it makes your eyes snap open and look down at him. fuck. no he wasn’t. “let’s see if this pussy can handle my other hand…” he whisper.
you shudder as your right hand reaches down into his short hair, watching with both anticipation and nervousness— it’s just fingers… just a pair of metal fingers. “buck— baby, i-i don’t think i can handle it.” you try to say but the moans of him licking your cunt again break it up again.
he frowns in between your thighs, glee in his eyes that only comforts you. “oh but baby, you always tell me you want ‘em… always asking me to use them… so why not? since this pussy needs a reminder on who she belongs to.”
oh fuck him. your mind internally tells itself. you try to not encourage it... but your pussy flutters at just the right time as he lines up the first finger— his middle, with your folds, feeling your slickness against the cold grey metal of his finger.
he looks up at you as he presses another kiss to your clit. "i'll go gentle, promise, sweetheart." he says; a tonal difference from how he was just speaking— even when this dickhead is jealous, he still is checking to make sure.
you nod your head in understanding, threading your fingers through his brown hair as you begin to feel his slow metal finger insert inside of you. instantly; your body feels the coldness. his arm always ran cold for some reason, he never felt it but everyone who has touched the outside has always said it was cold as fuck... and you fucking shiver the moment his finger presses into you, each inch of his finger disappering into your cunt.
"there you go... good girl, good fucking girl taking my finger... taking it like a champ." he moans, watching with almost awe as your pussy sucks his finger right in.
"it's- it's 'o-so cold, buck." you moan, throwing your head back as your fingers can't help but tug on his hair in response, your other hand grabbing his right forearm.
he chuckles, licking your cunt again, from his finger to the top and back down, moaning at the taste of you. "don't worry baby, it will warm up in this pretty pussy... now, let's see if this girl can handle more than just one."
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You stirred awake to a warm hand caressing your bare skin. With your back pressed flush against his chest, you felt him tighten his grip, pulling you even closer into himself with an arm around your waist.
“Ko…” you murmured, still caught in sleep.
“Mmhhhhm,” his voice rumbled against your skin, heavy and thick with exhaustion, sending a wave of goosebumps trailing down your neck.
A lazy roll of his hips made you both wince softly as the angle of him caught against your walls. Your hole was still sore from last night, after you both fell asleep with him knotted inside you for hours.
“Good mornin,’ pretty girl,” he muttered, pressing slow, sleepy kisses into the sensitive curve of your neck. You let out a soft hum of contentment, melting back into him.
Without warning, though, his fingers curled around your hip and tugged you back onto his cock. “Ah–”
“Shh,” he breathed against your ear. “Go back to sleep, pup. Let me use you for a bit.”
tags/cw: heavy pseudocest (adoptive siblings), use of Caleb's evol, grinding, p in v, use of "gege, meimei, big brother, little sister, baby sister", teasing/mocking, creampie, voyeurism if you squint?
an: I loved writing this request a little too much and got a tadddddd carried away. uhh
wc: 1.5k
Not very proofread
It was finally summer. Summer meant going out every day, buying icecream, and dressing as slutty as you want. But it also meant Caleb was home.
Your adopted brother was as sweet, kind, and caring as any brother could be. Of course, he teased you at times, but what kind of siblings don't argue? Definitely not you two. In fact, tonight he had teased you right out of your pants.
It started innocently enough. Caleb had been home for about 2 weeks now, falling into his normal routine with you. Brushing your teeth together in the mornings, cooking breakfast for you while grandma reads in the living room, braiding your hair at night, eyeing your tips through those thin summer tank tops you love to wear. Yup, Caleb was practically in heaven. It's not often he gets to see his adorable little sister nearly half naked yet still finding a way to complain about the heat wave.
Night fell and it was just your luck that the fan in your room had stopped working this morning, the only reprieve from the heat since the AC broke down last week. Caleb had fixed it, but it broke again soon after from the wear and tear of old age. It seemed like everything in this old box of a house was giving out one way or another, but none of you could seem to let the place go. Too many memories. I guess you can't turn back time with a toolbox.
Click click click click
“Dammit.” You try the power button of the fan over and over again, but even the faint thrumming of a motor you heard the first time has stopped.
You groan loudly as you feel the familiar wave of sweat over your body. This had to be the hottest night of summer. You flop down onto your cool sheets, feeling them warm instantly and stick to the damp skin of your back. You lie there as still as you can since movement only makes things hotter. That is until you hear the strong whirring of a fan from another room. Caleb's room.
You let yourself sit up, feet hitting the slightly creaky floorboards and padding softly across the hall, driven by the need to cool down. You stand outside, concealed by his half open door, staring at the fan like it's water in the middle of the desert.
“Come in, pips”
His voice interrupts your train of thought.
“How did you know I was out here?” Your question earned a small chuckle.
“Well... you weren't exactly the quietest little thing when you were frustrated about that fan of yours. Figured you'd come here for mine.” He says it like you're predictable, but he really just knows every little thing about you down to your smallest habit.
“Oh…” you finally step into the room. He's in nothing but a shirt and boxers. He pats the bed in the spot next to him, but you ignore it, eyes locked onto the fan. Your feet carry you there swiftly and you plop down on the floor right in front of it. Bliss. You groan in relief as the cool air hits your heated skin.
Caleb raises an eyebrow, shifting to lean against his hand as he watches you, eyes falling to your nipples that are slowly pebbling beneath the thin fabric of your top in response to the cold air.
“Ohhhh” Caleb's mockingly understanding voice cuts right into your long awaited reprieve. “So that's how it is? You only want your big brother for his fan? I'm startin' to think you hate me here, pips.” He feigns hurt but his lips quirk into a small smile.
You ignore him, knowing that responding will only get you teased more.
“Oh, woe is me. Gege's sweet baby sister won't even turn to see him dying for her affection. She's fallen in love with my fan.” He wipes a fake tear.
“Ugh” with a sigh of exasperation you finally turn to face him because you want his teasing to end. That and it's getting a little chilly sitting right in front of the fan.
“Really, gege? Fine.” you playfully climb on top of him, legs straddling his own. You're finally going to win this time, or so you think.
“Happy now?” your hands rest against his firm abs.
“Mmmm… nope.” You're suddenly jerked forward by a strong force, making you fall forward with your soft tits pressed right against his chest. Your hips are now directly on top of his, close enough for you to feel the heat there that has nothing to do with the weather.
“Now I'm happy.”
His hands slide down to your hips, making you gasp.
“Gege…” Caleb had used his evol, pinning you down.
He squeezes the soft flesh, sliding down to the back of your thighs.
“Hmm? ‘Gege’ what?” He repeats the title you used in the same desperate tone you said it in. That bastard is teasing you. Still. After he's the one that put you in this position.
He snaps the waistband of your shorts against your flushed skin, making you yelp.
He chuckles at the sound.
“Careful there, baby sis. Don't want grams to wake up and see you “cooling down” on top of your brother, do you?”
He was right. She was in the room directly next to his, and his door was still open just a crack. Even if it was closed fully, sound travels through these thin walls like they're paper.
“Th-then stop-” you start, quickly cut off by a pinch to your thigh, “ah!”
“Nope. Need to hear more of those cute little sounds, pips. Make more for me, yeah? Not too loud though, hm? Just for gege.”
His hands started to give your hips a slow rock against his now stiff cock through his boxers. Your face presses into his chest, muffling a whine.
“I heard that.” He whispers into your ear, fingers starting to rub slow circles against your growing heat through your shorts.
“Cay…” you whimper, trying your best to stay quiet. You can't help but grind down against him, the reason you came in here at all completely forgotten.
He chuckles again, the sound rumbling against your chest. “Cay… Cay…” he mocks, “can't even say my full name now, meimei? You that desperate for gege's cock?”
His hands slide your shorts down and toss them aside carelessly, leaving your dripping cunt on full display.
“Caleb… hurry…” you whine.
He frees his cock from his boxers. “Ooh, you really are desperate.” He taps the fat tip of his cock against your entrance, already dripping a bead of precum. “Why don't you sit on it then, hmm? Show your big brother how much you want this cock stretchin’ you out.”
You try to push down but your legs are too shaky and his cock is too thick. You whimper at the stretch as his tip pops inside.
He groans at the tightness. “Need help, meimei? Need gege to slam it in for you? Hm? Deep in that tight little pussy. Only mine.” His words are breathless, needy.
You nod quickly. “Y-yeah, Cay. Please…”
It doesn't take long for him to slam you down on his girthy cock, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. But before you can cry out, his hand clamps tight over your mouth. You can taste the sweat on his palm as your scream is stifled down to a whine.
He lifts you almost all the way before slamming back down, his thrusts setting a punishing pace. Your moans and whines are muffled by his palm.
“Thought I told you to be quiet, pips. Gonna wake up grandma if you keep gettin’ sooo loud.” he's enjoying your suffering. He lets out a stifled sound himself as he feels your cunt clenching around him in pre-orgasmic bliss.
“Oh? Gettin’ close already?” another groan as you squeeze him. “Shit… that's fast, pips.”
You whine into his palm, thighs already shaking. You weren't sure how much longer you could hold back, but you didn't want to let him win. However, your dreams of winning were quickly crushed when you felt the thumb of his free hand circling your clit. Your nails dug deep into his chest, leaving red scratch marks that grandma would definitely ask about tomorrow.
You fell apart completely, a white ring of your release forming at the base of his cock as you moaned, unable to hold back anymore.
“Theeere it is… that's my sis. Cumming so quick for her gege.” He patted your ass softly like an owner rewarding their pet.
It wasn't long before Caleb was reaching the same peak, thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuck pips, ‘m close. Gonna fill that little pussy. Gonna take it all for me, hm? Gonna be niiice and full of gege's cum, yeah? Shit-! Take it, meimei..”
Hot ropes of cum fill you to the brim, some seeping out around the seal of his cock inside of you.
You both pant heavily, his palm finally leaving your lips as you lie tangled in his bed.
Whirrrr…
That sounds like the noise your fan made before it-
Clunk
“Shit…” Caleb whispers.
There goes the other fan. And right when you needed it most.
pervert caleb who purposely puts things up real high so you can't reach them. watches you wobble on the tips of your toes as you try to reach it, only walking over to offer help once you get desperate enough to try and climb up onto the counter. "let me get it, pips," he murmurs while pressing right up against your back, pushing you against the edge of the counter while rubbing his cock against your lower back as he grabs the thing right next to what you really wanted. holding it out for you with a smile, his eyebrows pinch in mock confusion when you shake your head. "not that, the one next to it!" he coos in understanding, repeating the same routine as he reaches for the correct one. "there you go. you should really think about growing a few inches," he teases, ruffling your hair and easily dodging your swipe at his face with a laugh.
pervert caleb who loosens the screws in the bathroom doorknob so the lock won't click into place. walks right in while you're in the shower, biting back a smile when you squeal and peek at him from behind the curtain with the cutest flush on your face. "calebbbb! get out!" he holds his hands up in surrender, eyes trailing over the shadow of your figure against the curtain appreciatively. "hey, it's not my fault you don't know how to work a lock. just let me use the bathroom quick, 'kay? i won't peek," he promises while shielding his eyes. trotting over to the toilet, he lifts the rim and hopes the running water is loud enough that you can't hear he isn't actually using it, standing there for a moment to listen to your flustered grumbles.
pervert caleb who 'accidentally' scrolls onto his saved porn videos while showing you some pictures he took while flying. tugging you into his lap cause 'it's easier than you leaning over me trying to look', he swipes through his camera roll and tells you about every picture, mouth right next to your ear as he mumbles quietly. keeps swiping until the photos end and are replaced with a raunchy video of two people going at it. volume all the way up, his soft voice is replaced with loud moans and the wet sound of skin against skin. the little gasp you let out makes his stomach tighten, and the way you squirm right over his cock has him tightening his arm around your waist as he lets the video play just a few seconds too long. "gross! turn it off," you squeak, slapping your palms over your face, and caleb feigns embarrassment as he swipes the video away and pockets his phone. "ah, sorry pips. gege has needs though.. you understand, right?"
pervert caleb who buys you clothes just a size too small. not enough that they don't fit, but tight enough that the outline of your bra is visible through the thin fabric of the shirt and your shorts ride up into the crease of your thigh. keeps close to your side when you wear your new clothes out in public, arm around your shoulders as he glares at every person who glances in your general direction, expression melting into the sweetest grin when he turns back to you. "hm? you wanna go shopping? didn't i just buy you some new clothes?" you nod in agreement, tugging the hem of your shirt down where it had ridden up your waist. "yeah, but they're a little tight." he looks you up and down, eyes getting caught on your chest longer than necessary before blowing out a sad sigh. "i guess so.. my little meimei is growing up so fast," he mumbles before sweeping you up into his arms dramatically, rubbing his face into your chest and giving your thighs a generous squeeze, "it just breaks my heart!"
ᯓ★ your scent turns valko on at the worst times:: PT 2
₊˚⊹ᰔ summary: you take your poor boyfriend to the bathroom for a quickie <3
part 1 here!!
"You're insane. My family is right outside," Valko huffed, but he still let you push him up against the wall and unfasten his belt.
"You're the one that's had a boner for five minutes and keeps giving me puppy eyes," you countered, your eyes flicking up to his as you tugged his jeans down.
His ears flattened against his head, a small blush spreading across his face.
It was so odd seeing him like this—all flustered. If you did this anywhere else—in his office, in the middle of a party, during one of his calls—he'd be losing his mind. Now, he was being all shy.
"I'm just taking care of my puppy."
His cheeks grew even hotter at the pet name. "You're a tease."
"You like it," you replied, smiling when his jeans hit the floor with a quiet fwump, leaving him in just his boxers.
You palmed him through the fabric, feeling the way he was practically leaking through. "All this from just smelling me?"
You didn't know what came over you. You were at his family home for fuck sake, but something about Valko made you stupid and vice versa.
"Yeah. Just… just be quick."
"Mhmm."
You took him out of his boxers. There was a bead of moisture welling at the tip, his length twitching with a desperate need for release.
You started careful, trying to catch the right rhythm. When you found it, he let out a half whine, half groan into your shoulder. "Yeah, just like that."
He gripped your hand, forcing you to squeeze him tighter. "Faster. Please."
You obliged, keeping your gaze on his. He squeezed his eyes shut, his shoulders tensing at the stimulation.
"Feels good?" you cooed.
He bit back a small whimper. "Yeah—feels really good. Don't stop—" His tilted his hips, chasing the friction of your hand.
Your palm was growing slick with his mess, his stomach dipping every time your fingers grazed over that sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. "Right there, right there—Fuckk," he gasped, his voice strained.
The rhythmic thump thump thump of his tail filled the quiet room. His ears twitched, the sensation of you fisting his cock making his vision blur for a second.
You felt as his free hand shot out to grip the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a messy kiss. He groaned into your mouth, his dick twitching in your grip.
He'd been sitting in the living room for several minutes, trying to will his boner away. Every time he shifted, his jeans rubbed against his dick in a way that made heat twist in his gut. Now that you were touching him, it felt too good. You drove him to the edge embarrassingly fast.
"You're right there, aren't you, puppy?"
Valko gave a needy nod. "Yeah, I am. Hnngh… Make me cum. Please make me cum." He shoved his face in your neck, inhaling shakily, his hips stuttering into your fist.
He was desperate, his breath uneven. You felt the base of bit cock starting to swell. You probably should've stopped at the point, but you didn't.
Valko gave a few more frantic thrusts into your hand before he was coming with a whine. Your fist was covered in hot, pearly strings of his release.
He stayed in your neck for a minute before pulling back to look between your bodies. "Fuck…" he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut with an irritated sound.
You followed his gaze downward and— "Oh, shit." The thing about werewolves—quickies usually didn't solve their problems. If anything, it only made the problem… bigger. His knot had swelled, pulsing in rhythm with his ragged breath, even more unsatisfied than before. "I'm so sorry, I totally forgot—"
Valko groaned, his ears pinned back against his head as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against the top of your head. "It's fine." But his tail flicked behind him, more wired than before. "Now, instead of uncomfortably sitting in the living room, I can uncomfortably sit in the bathroom."
You blinked up at him, your lips pursed in a frown. "Val, I totally forgot your dick does… you know, that."
He let out a strained laugh. "Yeah. I did too for a second."
"…Want me to stay..?"
"Please don't. Just looking at you is making me lose my mind. Just wash your hands and go back."
"Val—"
"Seriously," he huffed, his voice caught between a grunt and a whine. "You're gonna make me hard again."
"Okay, okay!"
"And be cool."
"Okay."
a/n: okayy. anyway, i'm still working on my other requests :) working out with him is next!
Obviously, he didn't want his family to see his boner, but there it was already, hiding underneath the random throw pillow he grabbed.
It wasn't Valko's fault.
It was yours.
You'd been sitting beside him, listening to his cousins talk about God knows what. To be honest, he wasn't listening. He was too focused on you.
You looked so nice today; all cute and modest because you were nervous to see his family. He just wanted to be closer to you. So, he dragged you in by your waist and leaned toward you, simply wanting to rest his head on your shoulder.
But then your scent hit him—that sweet cloying smell that made his insides burn.
He shifted on the couch, his skin feeling like it was being pulled taut. Then, slowly, he saw it; a very obvious tent forming in his jeans. Great. Just great.
He cleared his throat, his cheeks burning as he grabbed the nearest throw pillow and pulled it over his lap.
And then you said something. He wasn't sure what.
"Hello? Did you hear me?" you said.
Go away, go away. If he thought it enough, maybe his boner would ... you know, go away.
"What?"
"Can you come with me to the bathroom?" you repeated.
Fuck. Of course. Just his luck.
"Uh…" His eyes flicked away. "It's down the hall. Second door on the left."
You frowned at him. "I asked if you could come with me, Valko. Just wait outside the door. Please?"
"Just go with her, man," one of his cousins said.
Valko ignored him. He sighed, his face growing hotter. "I can't…" he mumbled.
You squinted. "What?"
"I can't," he said louder, but quiet enough that only you could hear.
"Why not?"
He sighed, grabbing you by your arm and pulled you closer to speak into your ear. Big mistake. Because now he had the overwhelming urge to bury his nose in your neck and pretend his cousins weren't here. "Because you smell too good," he muttered, his voice strained.
Your brows pinched together. "What? Valko, what the hell are you talking about—?"
He huffed—an annoyed little sound—not at you, at the situation. "I have a boner," he finally said.
You gawked at him. "From what, smelling me?"
His ears flattened against his head. When you said it out loud, it sounded ridiculous. But he swallowed his pride. His hand tightened on your arm, keeping you still. "Just… Just sit here for a minute."
"A minute?! Valko, I really need to p—"
"It's not my fault you smell so good!" he huffed.
His cousin barked out a laugh. "Valko, you dirty dog."
pairing: bf!valko x f!reader
cw: none, fluffy fluff fluff, established relationship
a/n: there's something so sexy about a man who's good with kids and respects/takes care of his parents. especially someone who's the eldest...
valko bf headcannons!
Valko masterlist
ᯓ★ family man valko who always thinks of his family when you two go shopping. no matter what you're buying or at what store you're at, he mentions them and buys things for them. "my cousins love these chips", "auntie said she needed a new one of these." etc. etc.
ᯓ★ family man valko who can cook pretty well. nothing extraordinary, but better than average. he learned from helping his auntie, mom, and grandma in the kitchen at family gatherings. but since he's so busy nowadays, he doesn't really have the time to cook proper meals apart from his prep meals for working out.
ᯓ★ family man valko who's really good at playfighting with his cousins. knows how to be rough enough so that they're amused, but never too rough to hurt. loves provoking them.
"really? there's four of you and you still can't take me down?" he scoffs mockingly, standing in the middle of the living room.
he holds an arm up, one child hanging from his bicep, swinging back and forth to try and make him fall. another is standing on the couch behind him with their arms around his neck in a chokehold, huffing and puffing to make him stagger. the other two are each clinging to his legs, trying to throw him off balance.
but nothing works, valko stands there unmoving like a statue. you watch in amusement with your arms crossed. he throws them another mocking comment, but you cut him off, pouncing on him and finally making him fall back against the plush couch.
his cousins shout in victory, finally getting off of him and running to their moms to go brag about finally "defeating" their eldest cousin. meanwhile, the two of you are still in the living room.
he stares up at you with wide eyes and parted lips, speechless. you make yourself comfortable atop his chest, grinning down at him. "shouldn't have spoken so soon, huh?"
"... you're crazy. what if I got hurt?" he asks, still bewildered.
"rub some dirt on it." you whisper teasingly before pushing yourself off of him and joining the kids.
but he's left lying there, staring at your retreating figure with dilated pupils like he just fell in love with you all over again.
ᯓ★ family man valko who's the eldest child of the family. so he's always been the one to buy them things and give them lifts. they all come to him for advice, and confide their biggest secrets and problems to him. they also all look up to him and wholeheartedly believe he's the coolest person to ever exist. they all love him to death, more than he'll probably ever know.
ᯓ★ family man valko who was the type to send out the youngest kids (aka the favorites) to the parents and tell them "go tell auntie you wanna eat take out. but don't say I sent you, okay?" and the poor kids, who tried their best to impress and please their favorite cousin, always nodded vigorously while he ruffled their hair, and acted like they'd been sent out on a mission with their life on the line.
ᯓ★ family man valko who gets crazy baby fever watching you play with his baby cousins. the fact that they all love you and welcomed you with open arms was already a good sign. but with you returning their love and affection so easily, as if they were your own, it only melted his heart more. he loved watching you from afar, as you giggled with them, tugging their cheeks, showering their heads and faces with kisses. he could only imagine how you'd be with your guys' future children.
valko rests his face in his hand, covering his growing smile with the heel of his palm. you're lying on the carpet of the room, surrounded by toys and children as they playfully tug at you, bite your hair, your face, your fingers. maybe other people would find it gross, but you didn't mind it. you reciprocated it instead. and valko loved you all the more for it.
one of the older cousins, who's closer in age to him, stands near him, eyeing him skeptically. "you've got it bad." they comment with a scoff.
that seems to snap him out of his trance. "what're you talkin' about?" he feigns ignorance.
"you're looking at her with those "I'm gonna put a baby in you" eyes." they chuckle.
his face flushes, and he frowns. "hey, don't talk about her like that." he throws a pillow at their face.
they dodge it skillfully, being used to it from all the years of playfighting at sleepovers with him. "just telling it how I see it." they shrug before walking off.
valko tries to ignore their remark, but he knows it's true. you'd make him the happiest man in the world by making him a father.
ᯓ★ family man valko who's phone wallpaper used to be a family photo for the longest time. now that he's an adult and has a big boy job at a tech company, he's further away from them, and thus can't see them as often. so he liked seeing them everytime he opened his phone, it reminded him of who he was doing all this for.
ᯓ★ family man valko who has since then changed his phone wallpaper. it's still a family photo he took at one of their dinners. but the main difference―one he deemed very important―was your presence in the photo. you were sat in the midst of all his cousins, and were holding the youngest in your lap, cuddling her like she was a teddy bear with your cheek pressed against the top of her head. if he could, valko already would've put this photo up in a museum. but having it printed and framed in his living room was enough for now.
ᯓ★ family man valko who encourages roughhousing against him with his cousins, but does not play when it comes to you. he knows them, he can take them, and he's used to them. but he worries about you getting overwhelmed. I can only imagine his conversation with them before they met you for the first time.
"no tugging, no pulling, no kicking, no punching―" he looks them all in the eye one by one, with his index finger pointed at them, his tone severe. "―and most important of all, no biting. do I make myself clear?"
they pout, not liking being told off. playfighting was their way of showing excitement. "... fine." they mumble.
but he shakes his head, unsatisfied. "I said, do I make myself clear?" he repeats.
they immediately straighten their postures. "yessir!" they shout in unison.
"good." he nods once, his smile returning to his face, before reaching out and ruffling their hair. "now go get ready, she'll be here any minute."
ᯓ★ family man valko who was shocked by your reaction when you learned of this. upon meeting them for the first time they seemed a little pouty or sad, like they were hiding something. and when you finally asked them what was wrong after valko left the room, and they told you everything, you were a little angry.
"valko! did you tell them not to play with me?" you frown once he comes back.
he freezes in the doorway, staring at you with wide eyes. "... I did. why?"
"well look at what you did to them, they're all sad now." you stand up.
"they'll be fine―" he scoffs with a nervous laugh. "don't fall for their puppy eyes."
you roll your eyes at him before holding both your hands out to the kids. "c'mon guys, let's go play outside and leave your lame cousin here."
their pouty faces morph into bright smiles as they all jump up, grab onto you and follow you out.
valko's left standing in the midst of the living room, baffled. "... they already like her more than me?"
ᯓ★ family man valko who never cusses at family gatherings out of fear of the kids hearing him. not even when it's just the adults and elder cousins. he doesn't want any of them picking up on bad habits.
ᯓ★ family man valko who's feminism stems from the fact that his pack is a matriarchy. with having so many important figures in his life that he looks up to being women, he naturally respects and loves them. was actually kind of shocked when he realized that that wasn't the norm in the world outside of his family, because it just makes sense to him.
ᯓ★ family man valko who eventually realized he had to learn to share you with his family. he couldn't blame them for loving you so much, since he was guilty of the same thing, but it still annoyed him a little every now and then.
"big sis, big sis! do you wanna play just dance with us?" the twins barge into the room where you and valko had run off to to hide from all the noise of the function. his teenage bedroom, to be exact.
your eyes soften, and you open your mouth to reply but he cuts you off.
"maybe later guys, she's busy with me." he folds his arms over his chest.
"whaaat? no fair, you've had her for like―a million hours!" they whine, grabbing at the doorknob, swinging it open and close repeatedly.
you laugh at their gesture and the way he rushes over to make them let go of the door. "yeah, well, she's my girlfriend. and she's tired, let her rest." he huffs.
you stick your head out from behind him to stare down at the pair of children. "actually―I'm not tired." you beam at them. they shout in unison and grab at your hands while jumping up and down.
valko gives you an exasperated side-eye. "why do you hate me?"
you chuckle as they start tugging you back downstairs to the living room, making sure to grab his hand along the way. "quit being dramatic and show me your dance moves, c'mon."
he rolls his eyes, but the second you turn away to face the twins infront of you, a smile breaks out on his face.
ᯓ★ family man valko who used to get teased by his aunties and especially his grandma whenever he'd come home without a plus one during the holidays. they'd hover around him, pinching his cheeks, grabbing and brushing his hair, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes while calling him handsome and intelligent and wondering why he still hadn't brought anyone home yet. you can imagine their excitement when they finally met you, and knew from your scent alone that you were perfect for their valko.
You and your boyfriend were just coming down from your highs, after spending hours and hours of him fucking you like he was in heat.
You were curled up in his embrace, still panting, when he reached over to swipe away the hair stuck to your skin. He shifted his body to hold you a bit more comfortably, but the movement caught onto his knot still buried deep inside you, making you wince.
“Ah– fuck you and your stupid dick, val,” you pouted, gripping his shoulders to stop him from moving any further.
He smirked down at you, canines poking through and glinting in the dim light of your bedroom.
“Oh? You don’t like my dick now?” He reached over to squish your cheeks together. “Weren't you just the one going, 'Valko, ah, ah– '” He started mocking you in a high-pitched tone.
Your eyes widened, and you gasped as you punched his chest.
“ –Val, don't stop. Please don't–” he continued, adding obnoxious squeals. Now you were hitting his chest repeatedly, but of course, it had no effect on the giant idiot.
“You stupid wolf–”
He clutched both of your hands with one of his, stopping your squirming and pulling your body closer, enveloping your frame entirely.
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry, puppy.” You could practically feel his smug expression, telling you he was anything but sorry. Still, he used his free hand to smush your face into his chest, making you relax under his warmth.
“I wuv you val,” you murmured against his skin, your words muffled, yet he understood you perfectly. He bent down a little, pressing a kiss on top of your head.
synopsis :: your boyfriend is very excitedly telling you all about the new addition to his collection but honestly you were too focused on how hot he looks whenever he nerds out.
tags :: MDNI, 1.8k (not proofread sorry), cunnilingus, improper use of keyboard (don't ask just trust), nerdy! valko, dirty talk, degradation with praise, little to no plot, dry humping, perv4perv, edging, slight overstimulation, squirting, fingering, hair pulling, valko calls reader pup/puppy, aftercare implied.
A/N: hi...first valko post pls be nice i haven't written smut in months and also im ovulating so low key this might make no sense but im petty and infold will not take pookie away from me that easily so pls enjoy ♡.
It's not your fault, it really isn't— how is a woman supposed to act when her man is looking too delicious to not devour.
Despite him being half wolf it really feels like you are the animal here because all day you had been staring at him like a piece of meat being dangled in your face.
You don't need to check your phone to know you were ovulating because there is no other explanation for how you are sitting on his lap while he innocently unboxes his newest keyboard all giddy meanwhile your body and brain were fighting demons.
Little did you know he noticed, you weren't exactly all that subtle with how often you shifted your hips on his lap to "get more comfortable" but he chose to ignore it, wanting to see how far you can contain yourself, he wasn't all that clueless, it was impossible for him to not smell your arousal but even more impossible to not tease you.
"I can finally try out the new switches I got for my keyboard." He quickly got to work arranging all of his things on the desk.
Your eyes follow the furrow in his eyebrows and how he bit hid lip in concentration.
"These are the cherry mx clear switches which should be a little louder than the last ones I got! They have a more clicky sound to them see since they are more tactile, it's because they are not linear." He demonstrated typing into the quiet room that soon was filled with the sounds of the key pads echoing, not in obnoxious way, still, valko was very particular whenever it came to these things though you could swear they sound no different than the last ones he got.
"So what's the difference between these and the other ones?" You ask, half genuinely curious and half trying to distract yourself from jumping his bones like a feral cat in heat.
"They have the same actuation and travel rate but these ones need a little more force." He explained, all animated, fixing his glasses as they slip down his nose.
"The red ones need 20g less force which could be better if you want to prioritize speed but personally I think higher is better so I avoid miss clicking so often without sacrificing speed as much too—"
Your eyes have not left his face for a single moment, you have no idea what the fuck he even said or what any of that means but you nod along nonetheless, there was something about how he talked so confidently and passionately about his hobbies that made you dizzy with need.
He noticed your confused face and let out a quiet laugh that went straight to your core, you subconsciously fidget more, leaning closer to him.
Valko wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you in more.
"Are you even paying attention to me right now?" He pouted, mischief written in his face.
"Of course I was!" You cough, covering up how your face felt hot from how he stared down at you.
"Really?" He whispered against your lips.
You hum acting nonchalant despite your heartbeat roaring against your chest.
"What was I talking about then?" The arm that was wrapped around your waist slowly moved to your hips stopping your movements.
Your eyes widen, not even realizing you had been humping his leg this entire time.
Valko leaned back into his gaming chair, adjusting his hips, purposely thrusting up against you to hear that little gasp leave your lips, amber eyes never once leaving you, tracing your face and body.
"You were talking a-about— nghh— about—" You try to save the last of your dignity but he was quick to tighten his grip on your hips to move you on his lap with practiced ease till you were on top of his hard cock, he hissed.
The soft sounds coming from you were music to his sensitive ears, better than any keyboard switch until he got an idea, smirking.
"How about this, pup." His other hand carefully caressed your cheek watching how you nuzzled into his warmth, his heart swelling.
"How about we test this new keyboard in a different way?" You could almost read his thoughts.
You nod, fully trusting him.
"Words, pup." He came closer.
"Okay." You whisper breathlessly.
"Good girl." He chuckled suddenly manhandling you on his desk, you squeal hands quick to grab at his shoulders.
"You trust me?"
"Yes."
He carefully placed you on top of his new keyboard, your breath hitches.
"You know what to do."
You move your hips hesitantly, scared to break it from your weight.
His pushed you down firmly, not forcing, never that but encouraging you.
You gasp, the only barrier between you and the key pads was your panties that were slick with raw need.
Valko watched, leaning back against his chair, eyes stripping you naked till your soul was bare to him.
Every shift made the pads rub just right against your throbbing clit, your body was possessed with the need for his approval.
"Eyes on me." His command made you dizzy, hazy eyes desperately trying to maintain contact.
"Just like that, so filthy."
"You're just a dumb puppy, aren't you?"
"Look at this mess, you gonna clean it up after, puppy?"
"Fuckkkk, don't stop."
The click sounds slowly start to sound more chaotic and uncoordinated with your peak nearing from his demeaning words, you loved how be talked you through it.
Before you can ask for permission valko moves, stopping your movements, you cry out in frustration, nails digging into his arms until streaks of blood were visible.
"Not so fast." He whispered against your ear, biting and licking until he reached your neck, your scent driving him crazy, it was the most intoxicating and addictive thing.
You try to grab his bulge, his own arousal evident but he was quick to stop you, your whine makes him laugh.
"Not tonight, not before I get a taste."
You shiver.
His fingers carefully trace along your underwear, avoiding where you needed him the most on purpose.
"Val—" You whine.
"Shhh."
"But—"
Your thoughts all crumble when you feel his thumb press down firmly on your clit. Your whimpers were fueling him more.
His thumb adding more pressure, moving in slow and tight circles that made your vision blur. Each time you neared your climax he purposefully stopped his movements.
"Val, please please please—"
He was planning to tease you more but he couldn't wait himself anymore.
Finally giving your clit his full undivided attention you cry out withering around him.
Spots of white scatter in your vision, mouth falling in a silent scream, not fully registering the clear spurts that covered his keyboard and desk.
"There. You. Go." He groaned watching you unfold in front of him.
He lets you catch your breath for a moment, head resting against his chest before he pulled you away slowly, "not done yet." dropping to his knees, free hand pulling you off of the keyboard that was covered in your cum.
Your body felt like puddy, molding to his every will. Your eyes widen when you notice him lick the keyboard clean, his dark eyes watching you like were his next meal, oh how the tables turned.
He moved to take off his glasses but you stop him.
"Keep them, please."
How could he dare say no to you when you use your manners?
He nuzzled against your stomach, breathing you in like you were the most intoxicating drug.
His lips leaving gentle kisses down to your thighs, big hands parting them, a groan leaving his lips at how soaked you were.
"Mine." His possessively mumbled, not really meant to for you to hear but your heart stuttered when you caught his quiet confession.
He wastes no time, diving into your cunt like he was worshiping a goddess. Still keeping your panties, only moving them to the side after he licks a long slow strip from your slit to your aching clit.
You bite you lip trying to stop the embarrassing noises from leaving your lips but he doesn't let you.
"If you keeping doing that you not cumming on my cock tonight, pup." He whispered loud enough for you to hear.
When he finally makes contact with your bare skin your hips buck, he holds you still, devouring you, all messy and sloppy, squelching sounds mix in with your loud whines.
His tongue was on a mission to steal all your oxygen. Your hands quickly find purchase on his hair, pulling it harder and harder and he lets you, feeling an absurd amount of pre stain his pants.
He was completely marked in your scent, nose dumping against your clit in a rhythm that matched the way he ravaged your insides with his tongue.
The way his name became the only coherent word you could let out had him drunk. By tomorrow you knew bruises would appear on your hips from his grip but none of that mattered. You wanted his mark on you too.
The visual of his glasses fogging up while he diligently ate you like you were the sweetest thing had your pussy tightening around his tongue.
"Val!" You cried, pulling his hair harder.
Valko groaned, knowing what you wanted he sealed his lips around your clit, fingers quick to replace his tongue, pumping in and out of you till your breath caught.
"Breathe, pup." He reminded you before diving back in. Your lungs burn trying to remember how to breathe in oxygen, your spread legs wrapping around his head now, too drunk to realize he himself wasn't breathing at all and valko did not care one bit, he loved every second of this.
"C-can't—" You gasp.
"Yes. You can." He encouraged you, fingers never once stopping their pace, hard and deep just how you liked it. He moved, nose against your own now, his lips capture yours, the taste of you on his tongue made your pussy grip his fingers tighter, valko groan at how erotic it all was, finally taking his glasses off to see you better and he swore he could cum just from seeing your eyes roll as you came all over him, messier than ever, more clear liquid splattered everywhere but he didn't stop until you were a crying mess, shushing you with sweet kisses.
"There you goooo."
"So pretty for me."
"So good, so good for me." He praise made you more lightheaded.
He caressed your hair, helping you calm down from your intense orgasm.
"Breathe for me baby, slowly."
"Yeah, just like that." He smiled noticing how content you looked with your eyes closed.
"Better?" He asked.
"So much better." You sighed, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him into soft kisses as he moved you to the bed, holding you in his warm and strong arms for the rest of the night.
it was a quiet night in valko’s penthouse. you were sleeping over again, which was becoming more and more frequent because the ceo of eoncore tech refused to sleep without his favorite person wrapped in his arms.
you were curled up on the balcony with a book, enjoying the city lights while waiting for him to finish showering. the glass door finally slid open and valko stepped out, towel slung low around his hips, hair still damp… and his big fluffy burgundy tail hanging heavy and wet behind him, dripping all over the floor.
you looked up from your book.
“valko.”
he tilted his head, golden eyes innocent, wolf ears perked up on top of his head like they always did when he was relaxed around you.
“what?” he asked, tail giving a slow, guilty wag that only splattered more water.
“i just mopped the bedroom floor an hour ago,” you scolded, standing up and pointing at the trail of droplets he was leaving. “look at you. you’re dripping everywhere like a wet dog.”
valko’s ears drooped instantly. his tail stopped moving and hung even lower, making him look like the saddest, most kicked puppy in linkon city despite being a 6’0 muscular ceo.
your heart immediately betrayed you.
“ugh… don’t give me that face,” you groaned, already feeling guilty. “you look pathetic. stop it.”
he didn’t stop. if anything his ears flattened more as he gave you the biggest kicked-puppy eyes known to man.
you sighed dramatically. “fine. come here, you giant baby.”
you walked inside, grabbed a clean towel from the closet and laid it out on the floor. then you fetched the hair dryer, detangler spray, and another smaller towel. valko’s wolf ears perked up again the second he realized what you were doing.
he sat down on the towel without being asked, tail stretched out behind him, golden eyes half-lidded in anticipation.
you knelt behind him, spraying detangler on his soaked burgundy tail and gently working through the wet strands with your fingers. you started the blow dryer on low, brushing and drying until the long fur started fluffing up again. every now and then you used the smaller towel to gently pat and dry his wolf ears, making sure they weren’t left damp.
valko let out a deep, relaxed sigh, shoulders dropping completely as he leaned back against your legs. “feels good,” he murmured, voice low and content. “always so relaxed when you groom me.”
while you continued brushing his now fluffy tail, he spoke again, tone casual but warm. “my family wants to see you again. would you like to visit them next weekend?”
you smiled, still working on a stubborn tangle. “sure, i’d love that.”
valko’s tail gave a happy little wag. “they love you more than me. i swear. especially grandma. she keeps asking when we’re going to give her grandpups soon.”
your face instantly heated up, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. “valko!”
he chuckled softly, golden eyes crinkling with amusement as he glanced back at you. “don’t worry. i told her we’re taking our time. we’re not ready yet and that’s okay. no pressure at all.” he paused, then added with a small, possessive smile, “honestly… i’m glad we don’t have pups yet. i don’t want to share your attention just yet.”
you blushed even harder, burying your face against his shoulder for a second while still grooming his tail and ears. “you’re so clingy.”
“only with you,” he said, completely unashamed.
you finished drying his wolf ears with the towel, then gave his perfectly floofy burgundy tail one last gentle brush. “there. all pretty and dry again.”
valko turned around so fast you almost fell over. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you straight into his lap, burying his face in your neck with a happy rumble. his golden eyes were soft and sleepy as his floofy burgundy tail curled tightly around your waist like a seatbelt.
“thank you,” he mumbled against your skin, giving you a gentle playful bite on the shoulder. “love when you take care of me like this.”
you sighed but hugged him back, one hand still absently stroking his dried wolf ears. “you’re lucky you’re cute when you’re wet and pathetic.”
he chuckled, ears twitching happily against your cheek. “stay here tonight?”
“i’m already sleeping over, dummy.”
“good.” he nuzzled closer, tail tightening around you. “because i’m not letting go until morning.”
you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as his wolf ears stayed perked up, completely relaxed only for you.
Imagine your lover, Sylus, had to stifle his laugh when he was watching you grimace over expensive price tags at the designer store.
"Why is it over 500 dollars?!" you shrieked, gripping the price tag tightly in your hand; it could almost crumple in your frustration.
Your monthly salary wasn't even close to covering the cost of one item!
Behind you, you heard your lover let out a deep, suppressed giggle. Offended by the mere sound, assuming it was one of mockery or amusement at your expense, you whipped around to shoot him a glare, only to see a fond twinkle in his crimson eyes.
"What's so funny, huh?" you demanded, crossing your arms then sizing up your much taller partner with a scowl.
Oh, how badly Sylus wanted to gobble you up.
He pinched the fat of your cheek affectionately, chuckling softly. "I just find it amusing how worked up you get over mere pocket change," he said, gazing at your preferred attire with a mixture of amusement and adoration. "It's endearing, really."
You gave him a look, now letting go of the price tag. You're fully aware that your lover is a wealthy man, not only dominating a dangerous underground territory but also being in possession of several luxurious properties that fingers are insufficient to count. You loved that quality in him; it gives you security and reassurance that he can provide for you in ways beyond material possessions.
But sometimes it irked you how cocky he is when flaunting his wealth.
You smacked his broad chest with your hand, turning away from him with a huff. "Whatever, I'm leaving," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.
Then a few hours later, after arriving at your shared penthouse, the conclusion of a shopping spree is where you didn't actually buy anything because of your pettiness.
Sylus walked behind you with a smirk on his face, watching you turn the doorknob and walk inside the living room until you stopped in your tracks.
The living room is cluttered with designer boxes and shopping bags, from the couch to the coffee table, evidence that a certain someone had gone overboard with their spending without your knowledge. It's the same designer brand you complained about hours ago, now greeting you with its presence in your home.
Sylus chuckles at your still reaction, his cheeky arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his body closer to yours. He planted a subtle kiss on the top of your head, his smile faintly visible as he whispered, "If you want something," and he leaned closer to your flustered ear. "You don't need to complain when you have a lover who is more than willing to spoil you."
He dragged his lips to your neck, just smoothing over your skin with a teasing touch, as his warm breath makes you tickle. "I was planning to buy the whole mall just for you earlier."
"But a certain kitten was being fussy that I had to cancel those plans."
You are trying so hard not to give in to his sweet words and the temptation he brings with his gentle caresses.
Oh well, even if you try hard to resist, he'll give it to you regardless.
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
cw jealousy, blowjobs, throat/face fucking 🍋🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-) a warm-up for my upcoming @zaynezone workweek!
"D-darling—nnggh," Zayne whimpers as you take him deeper in your mouth, stretching your lips to accomodate his length.
You're knelt in front of him in his office, the doorknob frozen over with ice. He sits, flushed and chest heaving, while you hum around his cock, hollowing out your cheeks to give a harsh and illegally slow suck.
All Zayne wants to do is fuck your little throat until it holds him in place like a vice and see your expression choke up as you try to fit him entirely—he wants to watch you crumble, to grip your hair in his fingers and make you take it like the good girl you are.
But he doesn't. He doesn't.
Instead, he remembers your sultry words before you sunk down to your knees, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his leaky cockhead.
"No touching me," you had purred, lips vibrating against his slit. He had sucked in a sharp inhale, fingers trembling as he listened to what you had to say. "Or touching yourself, for that matter. Let me show you what your patients are capable of."
And so it had started: the teasing smear of his pre on your cheek, fat tip slapping along your bottom lip once, twice, before you took him into your mouth. Now, here you were, slippery fingers jerking what can't fit down your throat, the column constricting around him just right and making his legs shake violently until—
Pop!
You pull off, a glistening rope of saliva connecting your plump lips to vein on the underside of his dick. Zayne lets out a strangled, almost desperate groan.
"Sweetheart," he manages, voice raw with need. "Please. Enough. Let me touch you."
"Hmm…" You pretend to think, eyes flitting to the ceiling while you absentmindedly begin to give him shallow, breathless strokes that leave him heaving. "But, Dr. Zayne, I'm just your patient. Shouldn't we maintain a more… professional relationship?"
Gasping out a huff, Zayne shakes his head. "Says the one with my cock in their mouth," he chuckles darkly, having his fill of your silly games.
Your boyfriend grips the nape of your neck with a familiar force, guiding your lips to his weeping cock. You gag on his length but quickly comply, relaxing your jaw to let his tip prod at the back of your throat, and Zayne could cum right then and there with how fucking warm you feel wrapped around him.
"So perfect." He admires your watery eyes, wiping away a runaway tear with a calloused thumb. "Now sit back and relax, like a good patient does."
His thrusts are slow but strong, making you gulp down his cock like it would be your last meal. There's so much spit that oozes out of your mouth, dribbling down your chin and landing to form a tiny puddle on the floor.
He pulls back so just the head rests against your bottom lip. Tap, tap, tap. With each smack of his swollen, mushroom tip, more precum leaks out, and you lap it up with hungry eyes—something that he takes heavy pride in.
You give a kitten suckle to his cockhead and he suddenly groans. "I guess I will, as long as my doctor can take good care of me in return."
Zayne's so close—you can tell in the way his balls are tightening up, thigh muscles flexing with restraint, and you give him a ditzy, cockdrunk smile. "You are going to take care of me, right, Dr. Zayne?"
"Y-yes, yeees," he lets out a long, drawn out moan, forcing your head back down on him with barely contained control. "Fuck, take aaallll of me, darling, just like that—haaaahh!"
His hips jerk once, twice, and then he's shooting creamy loads of cum down your waiting throat, bucking up weakly into your mouth when you just don't stop sucking. It's like you're trying to milk him for all he's worth, not letting a drop go to waste even as you pull off of him with a satisfied lick to your lips.
He looks down at you with heavy, lidded eyes, thumb stroking your jaw so tenderly you nuzzle into his palm. You're still basking in the warmth of his sticky release down your throat that you aren't ready for his sudden manhandling of you—heaving you up, up, up in his arms and pushing his papers aside to make room for you on his desk.
"Now," Zayne whispers huskily, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss to taste himself on your tongue. "I believe it is time for your doctor to finally attend to your needs. Wouldn't you agree?"
୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.
“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“
Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.
A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.
“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“
He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.
“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.
His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.
“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.
You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.
“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…
“Valko- can't- no more-“
His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“
Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.
Then something big started pressing at your entrance.
You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-
His knot.
It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.
“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”
“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.
“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”
“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“
“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”
You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.
“Valko.”
He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!
“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”
“YEAH.”
“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.
“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“
“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”
You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.
He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.
“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“
He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.
“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…
“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“
“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Still absolutely clueless.
Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.
“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Mm.”
“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”
“I hate you.”
“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”
Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“
“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”
“I never said-“
“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“
“I do NOT sound like that.”
“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”
You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.
“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.
“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”
“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”
His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.
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!!
