୨୧ — The arcade was sensory overload- shrieking children, seizure inducing lights, the cacophony of a hundred machines all screaming for attention. Valko normally would've hated it. Too loud, too bright, too many smells all competing for dominance in his sensitive nose. However... Today was a bit different.
He'd stopped caring about ten minutes ago.
Hard to focus on all that other stuff when you were bent over a claw machine like that... ass pushed out just slightly as you concentrated, tongue poking between your lips. Your shirt had even ridden up in the back. Just a sliver of skin visible above your waistband.
Dangerous view, he thought, tilting his head appreciatively. She's doing this on purpose. Has to be.
"Okay, sweetie, watch-" You were talking to some random little girl -couldn’t have been older than six, pigtails askew, face still sticky from cotton candy- who’d been crying over the machine, quarter after quarter swallowed by this rigged piece of garbage. You, being you, had swooped in like some kind of hero, all soft voice and gentle hands, crouching down to her level... and of course, he had followed you like he always did. "See that one? The gray wolf with the big eyes?"
She nodded so hard her whole body wobbled
"The trick," you said, crouching to her level while keeping one hand on the joystick, "is that the claw is a dirty rotten liar. It wants you to go straight for the prize. But see how that wolf is kinda wedged against that pink bunny?"
She sniffled and nodded again.
"We're gonna use that. Knock him loose first, then grab."
Valko leaned against the side of the machine, arms crossed, watching. He'd hidden his ears and tail away before you both left the apartment -couldn't exactly walk around in public with them out- but you knew the signs. The way he kept shifting his weight. The little twitch at the corner of his mouth. The soft, almost dreamy look in those golden eyes as he tracked your every movement... If his tail was out right now, it'd be going absolutely stupid.
Look at her, he mused, teaching strategy to a six year old like it's a heist movie. Cute as hell.
"Okay, here we go-" You positioned the claw with and waited for the perfect moment, and-
Clunk.
The claw descended. Bumped the pink bunny. The gray wolf wobbled, tipped, then finally fell loose.
"AGAIN!" the little girl shrieked, already bouncing, "Do it again, do it again!"
"I got it, I got it-" You were grinning now, feeding another quarter into the slot.
Natural, he thought, head tilting as he watched the way you let the kid put her tiny hands over yours on the joystick, guiding together. The way you gasped with her, celebrated with her, turned a stupid rigged carnival game into something magic. She's so natural with her...
It made his fingers twitch against his bicep with the urge to touch you, hold you, keep you.
The claw descended.
Gripped.
Then, finally, the gray wolf lifted... wobbled... held...
You froze mid breath. The little girl froze too, carefully following your lead.
Valko's expression softened despite himself. Gonna be such a good mom. Patient. Gentle. Probably let our pup get away with everything, spoil 'em absolutely rotten. His lips quirked. Can't wait to be the "fun dad" who enables all of it.
Valko's gaze dropped to your stomach...
Flat... for now. His cock threatened to twitch at the thought of you round and bred. He pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, trying to ground himself, then shook his head to clear his mind. Easy. Public place. Children present. Don’t be a degenerate.
His ears were straining to pop free and he had to wrestle them back under control, but fuck, it was hard. Every instinct screaming at him to grab you, drag you somewhere private, and-
The stuffed wolf tumbled into the prize slot with a soft thump.
"YAAAAAAY!" The kid dove for the retrieval door, yanking out her prize and hugging it so tight the stuffing nearly burst, "HE'S SO FLUFFY!!!"
You giggled, ruffling her hair, saying something about how she did all the hard work, you just-
"Let's make one."
You froze.
Valko was still leaning against the machine. Still had that soft, dreamy look. But now there was something else there too- something heated and certain and wanting.
"Wh-...What?... Valko?"
He pushed off the machine, closing the distance between you in two easy strides, looking down at you with half lidded golden eyes as the little girl scampered off. "That." His head nodded toward the retreating girl. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Let's make one of our own. Ours would be cuter, obviously."
Your face went red so fast he could practically hear the blood rushing. "H-Here? Now? Valko, we're in-"
"Not here." He laughed, low and teasing, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "I'm not that much of an animal. Usually."
Valko's hand found your waist and yanked you close -no asking, just taking. That infuriating smirk played at the corner of his mouth as his voice dropped to a low rumble- same one that always made your knees forget how to work.
"Watching you with her?" He clicked his tongue, fingers drumming once against your hip. "Hmm. 'Intoxicating' doesn't quite cover it." He tilted his head, pretending to think, "Maybe 'criminally unfair'? Yeah. That's closer."
You felt his thumb trace lazy, deliberate circles- like he had all the time in the world and knew damn well you weren't going anywhere.
"Got me thinking dangerous thoughts, sweetheart." His smirk widened, canines catching the neon light, "About how pretty you'd look all swollen up with something we created." He leaned closer, breath warm against your ear, "About how much fun we'd have getting you there."
Then his hand drifted with deliberate slowness until his palm came to rest against your stomach, the heat of him bleeding through the thin fabric of your shirt. The pressure was firm -possessive- fingers splayed wide like he was claiming the space beneath them.
He tilted his head to the side, those sharp eyes fixed on your face, reading every flicker of emotion that passed across your features. "What d'you think?" he tapped your stomach lightly.
"V-Valko- we- people can-"
"Can what? See me touching my girl?" His grin turned sharp. Wolfish. "Good. Let 'em look. Free entertainment. They should be taking notes."
And then the world flipped.
You yelped as he ducked down, hooked an arm under your knees, and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The arcade tilted wildly: neon lights, sticky floors, and shocked teenage faces all spun as he strode toward the exit.
"VALKO! What are you- Put me down!"
"No can do." He patted your ass cheerfully. "Taking you home. Non negotiable. Already decided."
"Oh my god."
"That's what you'll be saying later." Smug. So fucking smug. "Among other things. Loudly. Repeatedly. I'm taking requests, by the way."
You couldn't help it. A laugh bubbled up and you buried your face against his back as he carried you through the parking lot. This was insane. This was absolutely insane. Valko had just announced his intention to impregnate you in an arcade and was now kidnapping you in broad daylight and you were laughing.
"You're ridiculous," you managed.
"Mm, and you're gonna look so cute waddling around." He deposited you in the passenger seat with surprising gentleness, then immediately crowded the open door, caging you with his arms, grinning like he'd won something. One hand came up to tap your nose -boop- like you were the pet here before leaning closer, nose brushing yours.
Then the smugness flickered.
"So?" Softer now. That eager puppy energy bleeding through despite his best efforts, tail finally peeking free and wagging- thwap thwap thwap against the car door. "Yes? C'mon, say yes. You know you want to."
You bit your lip. Felt the giddiness still bubbling in your chest, the warmth, the absolute certainty that this ridiculous, impulsive, wonderful man was yours.
"Take me home first-" You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down for a quick kiss, "then ask me again."
His whole face lit up, "I mean..." He ducked down, lips finding your neck, teeth dragging just enough to make you shiver. "We have the car right here." Another kiss, lower, right at your pulse point. His voice dropped, "Right now. Why wait?" He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, one eyebrow arched, challenge and hunger written all over him.
"Unless you're scared you can't keep quiet." A slow, grin. "Which- honestly? Valid concern. You are kinda loud."
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.”
Valko's lips collided with yours as soon as you both entered the house. He was growing impatient the entire night and you knew it too. From how you looked at him across the table…to how you smelled.. everything about you was otherworldly. An absolute goddess. The fact he got to experience that everyday was a blessing and he wanted to make sure you knew that too.
“You drive me crazy…” Valko gently grips your waist, pulling you close so that your chests were touching. “... you know that, right?”
You can't help but smile at that. “How crazy?”
Valko let out a breathy chuckle, “Very… very crazy. Pretty sure I'll need to get my head examined because of you.”
You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh really?”
He nodded. “Really…” He whispered against your lips. “You are dangerous, Pancake.”
You could feel Valko's muscular leg slowly move in between your own - almost as if he was just testing to see if you would like it. His leg grazed against your pussy through your pants causing you to shudder. “G-guess… you better stay away from me then..”
Valko smirked, “Guess I should.” He said before closing the small gap between your lips once more.
As Valko passionately made out with you, he began to gently rock you back and forth on his leg. You moaned softly into Valko's mouth - your tongues dancing with each other. It was overwhelming to say the least but in the best possible way.
“Val…” You leaned your head back against the door - realizing you guys were still by the entrance, but you didn't care at this point. All you could focus on was how Valko was making you feel. Pure bliss.
Valko stared at your exposed neck, seeing the beads of sweat form. He couldn't help himself and let out his tongue, licking up your neck. And the moan that left your beautiful lips was worth it. You gripped tighter as your back arched into him.
Valko's tail wagged in excitement as he was enjoying the reactions coming from you. He could also feel himself growing harder by the second but ignored it, wanting to fully focus on you.
He moved his way up to your ear and kissed your lobe. “How are you feeling, Sweetheart?” He asked as he began moving your hips faster. He could even feel your sweet juices soaking his thigh causing his tail to wag even more - his mouth watering just from thinking about how you taste.
“A-ah! P-please…don't stop..!” You managed to get out as you tightly closed your eyes. Your legs began to shake but Valko firmly pressed his body against you to keep you from falling.
“Look at me.” Valko pressed his forehead against yours.
When you opened your eyes you were met with a love drunk expression. Valko was completely drowning in your state of pure ecstasy. He smirked and you catch a glimpse of his fangs. “Atta girl..keep your eyes on me.”
You trembled as you felt yourself getting close. "V-Val.. I... I need.." You couldn't even form the words but you didn't have to as Valko already knew.
"I know... I know..." Valko cooed, keeping the same pace but pressing you down harder on his thigh. "Do what you need to do, I got you."
You began chasing your own orgasm and soon you came undone as you let out a loud moan. Valko watched you, his own body trembling as he felt his cock twitch. While he tried to keep his composure his tail was wagging at a fast pace knowing he did this to you.
As you came down from your high you slumped against the door - completely in shock with what just happened. "Wow..."
Valko exhaled a tiny, disbelieved laugh. "Wow indeed."
Valko likes to act like he’s got his shit together.
He’ll flash you a charming, confident grin as he slides down your body, kissing along your stomach like he’s in total control. “Missed you, sweetheart,” he murmurs all smooth, like he’s doing you a casual favor. He’s getting pretty good at this boyfriend thing. He’s cool, collected even
But his tail is a fucking snitch.
The second he starts kissing down your thighs, that fluffy tail starts swishing behind him, slow at first, then faster, betraying just how excited he actually is. The closer his mouth gets to your pussy, the twitchier his ears become, flicking and turning toward every little sound you make. By the time he’s eyelevel with your core, breathing hot against your slick folds, his tail is going absolutely crazy.
He buries his face between your thighs with a deep, satisfied groan, tongue dragging up through your wetness like he’s starving. And that’s when his tail really loses it.
Thump. Thump. Thump-thump-thump.
It’s smacking loudly against the floor, then slapping the back of your calves where your legs are draped over his broad shoulders. The more he eats you out, licking, sucking, moaning into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the wilder it gets. His tail is just going for it, thwacking against your legs, the bed, whatever it can reach, completely out of rhythm with how hard he’s trying to look composed.
You can’t help but giggle breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair (right at that stupidly hot undercut).
“Val… your tail is going crazy back there.”
He only growls against your clit, refusing to pull back even an inch. His ears are pinned flat with embarrassment but his tongue never stops, licking deeper, messier, more desperate. The tail just wags even harder, like it’s got a mind of its own and it’s thrilled to expose Valko for how he’s exactly where he wants to be, face buried in your sweet pussy, arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you down while he devours you.
He might not admit with words how fucking desperate he is to taste you…
After a long exhausting hard day Valko would wrap you in a warm embrace, placing gentle kisses on your forehead as he nuzzles into you.
"I'm proud of you, Pancake. Always remember that." He whispers.
You smile softly against his chest, your heart full, knowing that these words were true. That he wasn't just saying it to comfort you, he actually meant them.
Valko rests his hand on your chin and gently lifts it up. When you look up at him you see that smile you know and love.
Izuku’s knuckles were white as he gripped the edges of his grading desk, his breath hitching into a jagged, stifled gasp. He forced his eyes to stay glued to the paperwork, even as his knees knocked together beneath the desk, feeling your pink lips swirling around his hard dick. Every creak of the classroom door in the hallway sent a jolt of panic through his chest, making him arch his back and bite his lip to keep from crying out. He stared down at your head with teary eyes, his body trembling as he felt his cock twitch against the heat of your mouth, terrified that any second a student might walk in and catch their teacher completely undone.
cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck.
"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer.
since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.
it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.
katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.
his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.
because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.
"you in there?"
honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"
you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.
"no, you're fuckin' not"
katsuki's always had this knack — a silent understanding of the way your brain works. your quietness was never something he pushed against, only something he wished to ease.
even as his thumb drags slowly over your cheeks, you know he's only trying to steady you.
you whisper a small breath of his name, circling your hands around his wrists as your foreheads press together — that's all it takes.
and maybe, that's when something in you finally gives — when all that hesitation breaks the moment his eyes stare patiently into yours, and why you're the one pressing your lips together before you can even think twice.
he tastes like caramel, a warmth that settles onto your tongue slowly, like the sunlight peeking through an open window.
surprisingly tense under your touch, his hands pause against your back — his mind insistent on following your guidance.
he presses his lips gently against yours, slow and tentative, like if he rushes this moment it may end too soon. groaning breathlessly into your mouth when your hands card through his hair, and give the strands a gentle tug before they're back on his face.
it's not long before your confidence wavers, his muscles tightening subtly underneath your palms as you pull your lips away, breathlessly.
katsuki's cheeks are red, hair stuck to his forehead and a faint shine coating his chest. his lips are flushed a bright pink, spit-soaked — breathing unsteadily as he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what you're thinking.
"again," you murmur, chest heaving against his, "please?"
a toothy grin spreads across his face when your eyes dart over his features — as if they're in search of something — some kind of reassurance.
which katsuki is glad to give when he presses a teasing peck to your cheek, adjusting himself underneath you so your body's pulled even closer and whispering, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"
you can't help but smile.
lips skimming his for the last time tonight — this time with no intentions of pulling away. guiding his hands to your lower back as you press into his palms.
your hips move against his thigh at a steady pace, soft sounds of your lips meeting blending with the hum of the AC.
"katsuki?"
there's an annoyed sigh that tumbles from his mouth when your lips detach, "hm?"
a/n: kali loves intimacy! i like writing this more than smut let's be so fr. i tagged it as smut cuz i don't want people yelling at me so just to be safe! -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
summary: after a full day of teasing his feline secretary, valko finally gets her all to himself
wc: 2.7k
content: smut, unprotected sex, scenting, breeding, knotting, does it still count as semi-public if everyone has gone home, employer/employee
an: give him back infold
The rapid clacking of keyboards and dry rustling of papers filled the bullpen, occasionally punctuated by bits of idle chatter. You kept your focus on the thick stack of documents in front of you. Near your desk, the heavy office door swung open.
Your cat ears perked, instantly tracking the distinct, heavy rhythm of his leather shoes as he approached. He came to a halt right at your side, his massive frame towering over your seated figure. The sharp, intoxicating scent of his cologne flooded your senses.
“Good morning, Mr. Chairman,” you said, keeping your voice strictly neutral. If you gave him even a sliver of friendly opening, he had a terrible habit of derailing the entire morning.
“Good morning, Ms. Secretary,” he greeted jovially. Valko leaned one large hand on the polished wood of your desk, his tailored suit shifting with the movement. He looked every bit the impressive wolf hybrid who ran an entire tech company. When you finally looked up, he locked eyes with you. A wicked smirk pulled at his lips, his heavy tail giving a slow swish behind him.
With a slow, deliberate nudge, he pushed a stray pen off the desk’s edge. Before it could drop more than a few inches, your feline reflexes snapped. Your hand blurred through the air, catching the pen mid-fall. You halted its descent perfectly, giving your boss exactly the show he had been looking for.
Your ears flattened sideways as your tail flicked with agitation. You fixed him with a sharp glare, but his blatant amusement was written all over his face.
“Sir, please,” you hissed under your breath, trying not to draw the attention of your coworkers. “I’m trying to concentrate, and I know for a fact you have a meeting later today to prepare for.”
He ignored the protest entirely. Instead, he leaned down closer into your space, his ears pulled backwards, almost flat against his head, like a dog waiting to be given affection. “Excellent reflexes, kitty. Keep up the good work,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
He straightened up, turning on his heel to saunter back into his private office. He had clearly walked out with the sole purpose of disrupting your day, entirely for his own enjoyment.
By mid-afternoon, your nerves were frayed from a constant awareness of the office door behind you. You needed a breather, and, more importantly, you needed fifty copies of the third-quarter financial portfolio organized and stapled.
You escaped to the copy room, a narrow, windowless shoebox of a space that perpetually smelled of ink and dust. The massive industrial printer took up most of the room, leaving only a narrow corridor between the machine and the supply shelves.
You loaded the master files into the machine, pressed start, and let out a sigh as it began its rhythmic whirring.
The heavy door clicked open behind you. Your ears twitched backward, pinning flat to your hair as that familiar cologne filled the cramped room. You didn't even have to turn to know Valko had followed you. The already-small space suddenly seemed even smaller now that you were sharing it with his bulky figure.
“Need something, Mr. Chairman?” you asked, making it a point not to look at him as you watched the machine spit out copies.
“Just looking for some extra staples,” he answered, his voice entirely too close. Before you could offer to find it for him, he stepped directly into your space. His large hand landed on your waist as he maneuvered himself behind you, his solid chest brushing against your shoulder blades. You froze, your breath hitching in your throat. He leaned over you, reaching one long arm to blindly grope at the top shelf above the printer. The movement pinned you between the warm machine and his even warmer body. Heat radiated off of him, contrasting with the cool metal of his belt buckle pressing into your lower back.
“I can't seem to find it,” Valko murmured right against the extra-sensitive shell of your fluffy ear. His warm breath made your tail give an involuntary, hard twitch. “Are you sure we aren't all out, Ms. Secretary?”
He was completely blocking you in, using the excuse of a tight space to fully engulf you in his scent and to breathe yours in. Your claws instinctively pricked against your palms, desperately wanting to dig into his expensive suit just to ground yourself.
“It’s on the supply shelf, sir,” you choked out, your voice tighter than you intended.
“Ah.” You felt the smirk in his voice. He twisted to look behind him, but still didn't release you, keeping you fully pinned to his broad chest. Keeping you trapped between his body and the machine, he slid his thigh deliberately between yours to keep his balance as he contorted his body to scan the shelves. “So it is,” he confirmed, reaching toward the half-empty box of staple refills. He finally left with the staples you were certain he didn't actually need, his fingers brushing against your hip as he slipped out behind you.
By 3:00 PM, the meeting room was full of executives intently listening to Valko speak about an upcoming project for the company. There was always something so captivating about watching him in his element at the head of the long mahogany table, and you found yourself paying more attention to how good he looked with his glasses and wanting to feel those sharp fangs sink into your skin than taking notes and keeping minutes.
“If you look here,” Valko directed, pulling a laser pointer from his pocket and clicking it on. A bright, ruby-red dot appeared on the screen. He continued speaking, using it to trace along line graphs and emphasize certain figures. He dropped it down when it was no longer needed, but it remained on, the red dot darting around the floor as Valko, to the humans gathered around the table, merely twiddled with it.
Your pupils dilated, expanding until the irises of your eyes were practically swallowed by black. Your cat ears snapped forward, and your gaze locked onto the pesky pinprick of light as it zigzagged over the carpet.
Every single feline instinct screamed at you to pounce. Your right hand twitched, desperate to swat the light from existence. Your tail gave a hard, violent flick. You forced your eyes away from the hypnotic pull of the dot to look at the man having the time of his life toying with you despite being in a professional setting. Not that that little detail had ever stopped him before.
Valko was already looking at you, still explaining costs and financial logistics. With a subtle movement of his thumb, the dot darted just to the side of one of your shoes, and you couldn't stop your foot from attempting to stomp it out, only for it to reappear on your shoe.
You scowled, annoyed that you had fallen victim to your own instincts. From the head of the table, you heard Valko chuckle through his words, his golden eyes flicking over to you, making it very clear that you were the source of his laughter. With a final, mocking twirl of the pointer, he clicked it off, pocketing the device as if nothing had happened, and all you could do was sit in silent, exasperated rage.
The clock finally struck 5:00 PM, the workday coming to a close. The bullpen filled with a chorus of zippers, rustling coats, and goodnights as the employees filed towards the elevators.
You were walking down one of the hallways, returning from the break room after taking a brief water break, when you saw that Valko had exited his office. His tie was loosened, and the top button of his shirt was undone, exposing the thick column of his neck. The suit jacket had been discarded, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His ears swiveled forward, immediately locking onto the sound of your approaching footsteps.
When you passed each other, he didn’t stop you in your path, but he didn’t let you simply pass by him, either. With a deliberate sweep of his heavy, maroon tail, he brushed the furry appendage against your thigh. The thick fur brushed over your skirt and briefly against the fur of your own tail, sending sparks shooting up your spine.
You gasped, your ears pinning flat against your head as you whirled around. “Valko!”
He continued to walk, barely sparing you a glance over his shoulder, but it was enough to see the wide smile on his face, his sharp fangs showing as he laughed.
You huffed, practically stomping back to your desk. Ordinarily, you’d preen under his attention, but what didn’t he understand about “time and place?”
When Valko returned, seeing you practically pouting at your desk, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to hear his kitty purr for him.
“I need to see you in my office,” he said curtly, expending a tremendous amount of effort to keep his tail from wagging.
You sighed, but followed him into his office. As soon as you were over the threshold and the door shut behind you, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his solid arms around you as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.
“Why won’t you let me do this during the day?” he complained. It was his turn to pout, but it didn’t stop the excited wagging of his tail at having you pressed against him without putting on the charade of a respectful employer-employee relationship.
You rolled your eyes, but melted into his warmth anyway, wrapping your arms snugly around his waist. You didn’t struggle keeping your hands to yourself as much as he did during the workday, but he made his struggle yours with all his teasing. You nuzzled your nose into his chest, and he did the same against the top of your head.
The pair of you stayed that way for a long while, savoring the proximity of the other, tails winding together.
It was sweet, until it wasn’t enough for the canine hybrid. His hands began to wander, groping everywhere he could reach, paying special attention to where your tail was attached to your body. It was highly sensitive, and he knew that, using it to his advantage.
You gripped onto his shirt, claws catching at the material. He tugged at your silk blouse. “Take it off?” he whispered, his voice raspy with want.
— — —
“Valko!” you yowled, the ridges of his cock hitting every crevice inside you. Bent over his desk like this, there was nothing you could do but take every powerful thrust, your claws leaving shallow grooves in the wood of his desk as you scrambled for purchase.
“My pretty kitty,” he babbled. “Won’t let me show everyone you’re mine. Are you embarrassed of me?”
“No- ah!- ‘m not embarrassed,” you denied.
“Prove it, then. I gave you that mark so- hng!- everyone would know you’ve already been claimed. Use it like intended. Don’t- so tight- don't hide it tomorrow.”
You nodded mindlessly. You’d have agreed to anything if it meant he kept fucking into you like he had a score to settle.
Valko let out a low, triumphant chuckle. A fierce warmth spread through him, utterly thrilled that everyone would soon know you were his and he was yours.
He continued pounding into your weeping pussy, his thick tip prodding at your cervix and grunts and whines spilling from his lips. You were a pliant puddle beneath him, unable to focus on anything except his hips rutting into you with a predatory precision.
His hands were on your hips, pulling you back into him as he pummeled your insides. Your tail was curled around his thigh, and he relished the way your body subconsciously sought him out, even when he was already buried hilt deep inside of your pretty pussy. “Doin’ so good. Mmm, squeezing down so hard.” His voice is jagged, nearly a growl.
“S-so deep! Oh!” you cried out. The drag of his thick cock against your sensitive walls, coupled with the sinful sounds of your lover and the wet squelching between your bodies, had you right on the edge, and he could feel it.
You could feel the swelling bulge at the base of him, knocking into the tight resistance of your already stretched-out hole. Your breathing was coming in shallow pants, and Valko wasn’t much better, his deep grunts morphing into whimpers with every clench of your cunt around his length.
“Gonna take my knot, baby? Gonna let me fill you up?” he rasped, his head swimming just thinking about plugging his seed deep inside you.
You nodded feverishly, a weak “uh-huh” the most you could enunciate through the mind-numbing pleasure.
He thrusted into you deeply, pressing his hips flush against your ass, and his knot popped inside of you with a strangled gasp. The new stretch sent you reeling, every muscle tightening as your poor abused hole clamped around him, shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body.
His heavy cock twitched inside you, spilling ropes of hot cum inside of you. He moaned freely, his golden eyes transfixed at the point where your spasming cunt swallowed him to the base, his knot keeping you connected. Valko didn't stop rutting into you, pushing his cum deep inside of you, willing it to take.
Only when he couldn’t take the overstimulation did he collapse on top of your panting figure, careful to brace himself not to hurt you. He peppered the side of your face, your neck, everywhere he could reach with sweet kisses, praising you all the while, telling you how perfect you were for him.
He gathered you in his arms as best he could, pulling you with him to sit on his lap in his desk chair. He smoothed your hair down, paying special attention to where your fuzzy ears attached to your head. You purred in his hold, content to have your mate dote on you while he was still buried deep inside of you.
Valko, never one to be able to resist you, nuzzled his nose into your hair. “Did you mean it? When you said you’d stop covering the mark?”
You pulled back just enough to look into his earnest eyes, wide with anticipation of your answer, a spark of fear in them that you would take it back. You flushed, but nodded shyly.
He laughed loudly and unabashedly, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. The sound of his glee was infectious, your own giggles joining the merriment. He pressed a kiss to your lips, overjoyed. “Can I scent you before work, too?”
You rolled your eyes in mock exasperation, but your smile gave Valko all the permission he needed. “On one condition,” you said.
Valko’s eyebrows raised, curious as to what condition you could have.
“You have to promise me the same,” you smirked, leaning in close until your nose brushed his. Your fingers traced the line of his collarbones to the junction of his neck, where a matching bite mark was scarred into his skin. “Maybe then that annoying pomeranian in accounting will get the hint that you're taken.”
Valko’s eyes widened in surprise before a slow, deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. His tail began to thump wildly against the leather of the desk chair. “Are you jealous, sweetheart?"
“I don’t like the way she looks at you and stands too close,” you sniffed, tilting your head up in a way that reminded Valko you were no exception to feline haughtiness.
He laughed again, the sound full of utter adoration, and squeezed your waist. “There’s no reason to be jealous. I’m yours, from the tips of my ears to the soles of my feet. I’ll let you scent me as much as you want. I’ll even make sure she smells you on me if it makes you happy.”
He gave you one more firm, possessive kiss, his ears twitching happily as he finally began to shift beneath you. “Now, c’mon, let’s get dressed. We’re going home, and I’m gonna cook whatever my sweet mate wants for supper.”
You were busy absentmindedly gnawing on Valko’s arm like a feral, teething puppy. “Huh–”
Your voice was cut off as he stood up from his chair, turning toward you and picking your body clean off the ground.
“I’m gonna have to put you in air jail now, pup.”
“What?! Val, what are you– c’mon, why?” you flailed in his hold, arms and legs thrashing in the air, but his grip on your waist remained steady, as if you weighed absolutely nothing.
Realizing you weren't going to be put down anytime soon, you resorted to just pouting up at him, your body going completely limp like a doll being held up.
“You know why. You have been very distracting while I’m working.”
You looked down at his well developed arms, finding them littered with blooming red and purple bite marks. The view had the exact opposite effect on you, your cheeks flushed hot, and you practically drooled.
Valko gave you a light shake to snap your focus back to him. “Eyes on me now.”
“Five more minutes of this,” he said, tilting his head. It was the look of a man who was absolutely not playing.
“Then you’ll learn to be better behaved, won’t you?”
“Hey Pancake” Valko stood at the entrance of your room - leaning against the doorframe with his arms across his chest broad chest. Such a beautiful site that you were lucky to take in every day.
You smiled and patted the spot beside you. “Come sit.”
“Don't mind if I do.” Valko wasted no time and took long strides towards you - taking a seat beside you which caused the bed to dip.
You inhaled, catching his scent and closed your eyes for a second just to take it in more. Valko’s scent was unique. Smelled like a rainy forest with a hint of cologne. It was comforting and reminded you of home somehow.
“Whatchu thinkin about Pup?”
Valko's gentle voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You chuckled lightly, “Just thinking about how nice you smell.” You felt your face warm up, almost embarrassed to admit it. But then again…it was Valko. He always made you feel safe.
Valko's ears perked up “Oh really?” A wide smile made its way to his face, almost mischievous looking. He then pressed his shoulder into yours, nudging you slightly. “Guess I'll just have to get my scent all over you.”
“Val!” You squealed as Valko rubbed his face into yours - his nose pressing into your cheek. He wrapped his strong arms around you - making sure you wouldn't escape. Not that you would anyway. You wish you could stay like this forever.
You could hear him laugh as you both fell back onto the bed. Valko let out a deep sigh which made you turn your head towards him. You were then met with a soft gaze that immediately pulled you in. Valko's golden eyes bored into your own and you didn't dare to look away.
The silence that fell between you was peaceful. It was moments like these that made you feel that everything was going to be alright. All your worries washed away whenever you were around him. Valko was your home. If only time could stop just like this…
Just imagining getting bred by Valko, deep backshots kissing your cervix each time, his hot breath in your ear as he fills you cunt to cervix with his monstrous cock.
That growl deep and low in his throat as he cums, filling you with his hot seed and knotting you so good that all you can do is gasp at how full and stretched he feels.
And as if that's not enough, this cocky mofo will lift you just enough to stick a vibrator under you, right on your clit and you have no choice but to whimper and plead as you're pushed into overstimulation, impaled and struggling on his knot as he forces you to cum over and over, every little spasm of your pussy only milking him more and more until he's sucked dry.
Hmmm neck kisses are so nice. The feeling of them nosing at your pulse point, nuzzling into your side as if they’re trying to fuse themself to you. Starting slowly, feather light kisses planted over the expanse of your throat, lingering in your favorite spots. They’re worshiping you, relishing in the way your breath hitches when they nip at you and the sounds you try to muffle when they suckle at the delicate skin. Kissing your lips is wonderful, but there’s something about kissing your neck that feels so personal, it’s all so lovely neck kisses are the best
the air in valko’s penthouse was thick with the scent of ozone and rain, the storm outside casting long, fractured shadows across the glass. you were sprawled across his pristine black sheets, your chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, wearing nothing but the thin, faded t-shirt you’d stolen from his closet.
he was standing at the foot of the bed, stripped down to a pair of low-slung charcoal slacks, his sculpted torso a worthy distraction, but your eyes weren’t on his abs. they were locked on the object dangling from his fingers.
his muzzle, a sleek piece of cold metal— a cage of sharp angles and jagged lines that perfectly framed the hard set of his jaw. when he wore it, he was a beast, a predator with those piercing, golden-amber eyes that could strip you bare with a single glance.
“you’ve been staring at this all night, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly purr that vibrated through the floorboards. he twirled the muzzle by its leather strap, the metallic clink of the latches a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “tell me what you’re thinking.”
you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your belly. you were playing a dangerous game and you both knew it. “i’m thinking… i want to know what it feels like.”
a slow, predatory smile curled the corner of his mouth, canines peeking through slightly. “do you, now?” he stalked around the bed, his movements fluid and silent, like a wolf closing in on its prey. he stopped beside you, his large, calloused hand coming up to cup your chin, tilting your face up to his. his thumb brushed over your lower lip, parting it gently.
“you want my cage around your face?” he breathed, his golden eyes darkening with a dangerous, possessive glint.
you nodded, your voice catching in your throat. “please.”
your plea seemed to ignite something feral in him and he didn’t give you a chance to second-guess it. in a single, fluid motion, he slipped behind you, his bare chest pressing flush against your back, his warm skin searing yours. he smelled of expensive cologne, rain and pure, masculine heat.
“rules, puppy,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “one: you don’t take it off. not until i say so. two: you don’t speak unless i ask you a question. and three…” he paused, sliding the cool metal of the muzzle against your cheek, letting you feel its weight. “you beg me with your eyes, and i will give you exactly what you need. understood?”
a pathetic, breathless whimper escaped you, and he chuckled low in his chest, the sound vibrating against your spine.
slowly, he brought the muzzle over your head. the leather straps felt like silk against your skin, but the metal was frigid. he positioned it over your mouth and nose, it’s metal pieces adjusting their position to make it a snug, perfect fit, as if it had been crafted for you. the cool iron pressed against the bridge of your nose, the cage covering your lips, leaving your eyes— your only tether to him— fully exposed.
the latches clicked into place with a satisfying, final clack.
it was as if your brain accommodated to the rules immediately, a jolt of electricity shot through you at the sudden inability to speak. the cold metal against your flushed skin made you nervous, your hands instinctively flew back, gripping his thick, corded thighs as he knelt behind you.
“theeere she is,” he rasped, his hands sliding down your arms, tracing the curve of your waist before gripping your hips with bruising intensity. “my perfect, obedient little thing. you have no idea what that does to me.”
he shifted, pressing a searing, open-mouthed kiss to your bare shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp, but the sound was muffled, trapped behind the cold steel. it came out as a desperate, guttural hum. that sound drove him absolutely insane.
his hands trailed lower, slipping under the hem of your shirt, his fingers splaying across your stomach. “so warm for me,” he growled, his voice breaking. “you like this, don’t you? you like being claimed.”
he leaned down, his lips teasing the slick, heated skin of your neck. he nipped at the pulse point, hard enough to sting, before dragging his tongue up to the edge of the metal mask. he kissed the cold steel right over your mouth.
he cupped your face, his thumb stroking the cold metal over your lower lip. the friction was maddening. you pressed your mouth against it, trying to kiss his thumb through the barrier, a soft, desperate whine escaping your throat.
he loved that sound. you saw it in the way his pupils dilated, in the predatory way his tongue darted out to wet his own lips. he was starving.
he pushed you down onto your stomach, the silk sheets cool against your overheated skin. he loomed over you, his massive frame casting you in shadow. with a rough tug, he yanked your shirt up, baring your back, before his hands found the curve of your ass, squeezing and kneading with raw, unrestrained lust.
he tugged down the thin fabric of your panties, tossing them aside. you could feel the heavy, thick length of his cock pressing against your thigh, hot and demanding, even through his slacks. he rocked against you, a slow, punishing grind that had your fingers twisting into the sheets. you gave him a desperate glance over your shoulder, unable to express anything through words.
“god, the way you look at me,” he groaned, his chest heaving. his hand slid between your thighs, finding you slick and ready for him. he groaned at the feel of your wetness, his fingers parting you, circling your clit with a pressure that made your spine arch. the muffled cry you let out was obscene.
“one word from you,” he whispered hoarsely, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck. “one single sound, and i’ll tear this thing off and take you right here until you scream my name. but if you stay quiet…”
his finger slid inside you, then another, stretching you, working you with a fierce, distinct rhythm. he curled them, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. your eyes rolled back, your hips bucking into his hand, the metal muzzle clinking against the pillowcase.
“if you stay quiet, puppy,” he repeated, his voice dripping with dark promise, “i’ll fuck you while you wear it. and every time you try to beg me to go faster, all you’ll taste is my steel. and i will own you.”
he withdrew his fingers abruptly, making you cry out in frustration against the cage. he sat back, his eyes blazing down at you, tracing the way the muzzle left a slight dent on your cheeks, the way your eyes were wide and pleading. he reached down, undoing his slacks with a sharp, quick motion, freeing his cock, leaking, the head slick with anticipation.
he gripped your hips, hauling you up onto your knees, and without warning, he pushed into you. the stretch was perfect— tight, hot, and deep. a strangled whimper echoed from your throat, muffled by the cage. he leaned over you, his chest plastered to your back, his pelvis grinding against your ass.
“fuck, baby,” he hissed, the word bitten out through clenched teeth. “you’re so tight. so fucking perfect.”
he pulled out to the tip, then slammed back in, his hips snapping forward with brutal, rhythmic precision. the bed groaned under the force of his thrusts. he was relentless, chasing his own blind pleasure while dragging yours out with every sharp angle of his hips.
his large hand wrapped around the front of your throat, just resting there, feeling your pulse hammer against the tips of his fingers, below the metal of the muzzle. it was terrifying and wildly arousing. “look at me,” he growled, his voice a broken, desperate rasp.
you managed to turn your head, looking over your shoulder. the sight was surreal; his face was flushed, strained with pleasure, a sheen of sweat on his brow. his golden eyes burned with a primal, unyielding lust, but beneath it, there was a fierce, staggering devotion.
“that’s it,” he breathed, watching you. “give me your eyes. give me all of it. you’re mine. say it with your eyes, baby.”
you couldn’t blink. you held his gaze, your eyes soft, glazed, and completely surrendered. a tear slipped down your cheek, sliding under the edge of the muzzle. the sight of that tear— the proof of your overpowering feeling for him, trapped inside his cage— burned his insides.
his rhythm faltered. his hips started driving into you harder, deeper, almost reverently.
“i can’t—I’m close,” he gasped, his fingers tightening on your hip, pulling you impossibly deeper onto his length. “come with me. fucking come with me.”
you tightened around him, a violent, spasming clench that stole a guttural, ragged groan from his throat. the mask muffled your scream, turning it into a desperate, high-pitched keen that seemed to echo in the metal chamber, vibrating against his face as he leaned down to kiss the crown of it again.
his free hand found your clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles as he pounded into you. the dual assault— the depth, the pressure, the cold cage, the heat of his breath on your neck— sent you hurtling over the edge. your body seized, a silent, convulsive scream caught in your throat as your walls clamped down on him like a vice.
the feeling of you pulsing around him, silent and trembling, was the final trigger. valko let out a deep, guttural roar, his hips locking against yours as he emptied himself inside you with hot, pulsing spurts. he slumped over you, his weight a comfortable, grounding anchor, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your ear.
for a long moment, there was only the sound of the rain and your mingled breathing along with the wet squelch of his hips rocking against yours, slowly, lazily, milking the aftershocks from your body. your heart was a frantic drum in your chest, your mind a fuzzy, white static.
slowly, with shaking hands, valko reached for your head. the latches clicked open. the cool metal lifted from your face, and the sudden rush of cool air against your lips felt like a baptism. he tossed the muzzle aside and immediately cupped your cheeks, turning you to face him.
his thumbs wiped away the tear that had escaped. he kissed your forehead, your nose, and then, gently, your lips— a stark contrast to the savage possession moments before.
“you did so well,” he whispered against your mouth, his voice thick with emotion. “you took it so beautifully. you are beautiful.”
you opened your mouth to speak, but your voice was cracked and raw. “val…”
he shushed you, his forehead resting against yours. “no words needed now. i know,” he breathed, his eyes searching yours, filled with a raw, unguarded vulnerability that he showed to no one else in the world. “i’ll take care of you.”
he pulled you into his arms, wrapping the sheet around both of you as the storm raged on, holding you like you were the only thing in his universe worth protecting. in the cold, metallic heart of the beast, you had found his sole, tender pulse.
alex’s notes: i would say i’m pretty rusty since i haven’t written in a while but fuck did valko make me horny enough to open my notes app RAWRRR
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.
