Aroma🐺
🔞- Valko x Fem Reader, smut, fluff
A faint thud sounded from your patio, followed by the sweep of the sliding door. Heavy footfall filled your quiet apartment, blending with the sound of running water from the kitchen sink. "The front door works y'know, you don't always have to climb the balcony." Large arms encircled your waist and a firm chest pressed against your back. "Wanted to take the scenic route today, feel the wind and sunshine," he squeezed you tighter, nuzzling your hair. "You smell different," Valko sighed into the crook of your neck. His weight sank into you, but you paid him no mind, finishing the last of the dishes. "And you smell like outside," you retorted playfully. The scent of upturned Earth and pine clung to his skin, over time the aroma began to smell like home. He carried the forest with him wherever he ran, imbedded in his pores and spirit. Lately, he'd been cooped up at the lab, stuck in front of screens littered with data charts and research. So, when he came home to you, it's as if he'd been fastened with velcro, attached at your hip. As his kisses kept pursing your skin, each dish and piece of silverware suddenly became less important.
"Where's the fun in that, huh?," he tutted. "You still haven't told me why you smell like this..."
"Like what?," you asked, turning around in his grasp, sponge and dish gloves forgotten.
Valko tilted his head, sniffing the air lightly, "good, but definitely strong. New perfume or something?"
You looked equally puzzled, turning your face to sniff at your shirt. "Mm, not that I can think of...how do I normally smell?" Valko lowered his nose to you again, it scrunched upwards, but not in disgust, but rather curiosity and calculation. The tip of it tickled as it dragged across the expanse of your collar bone. "You always smell nice, don't get me wrong. Fresh, pure. Right now though...," his voice melted into a groan and his hands planted atop the kitchen counter. You were snugly caged in against the granite, feeling the heat thicken and wash over your frame. "It's headier, like when rain soaks warm Earth.…” his next inhale was much deeper, followed by a shuddered breath, breath that grew heavier by the second. "It's like an aphrodisiac." You watched his pupils bleed into the gold of his irises painting them almost entirely black.
"Val?"
"I'm sorry but––," he blurted out, "may I?" Valko's thumb swept over your bottom lip before resting on your chin. He looked hungry, like he had been starved for weeks. You knew this hunger wasn't from an empty stomach, but something much more insatiable—instinctual. You nodded slowly, your chest beginning to heave. "Say it then, please," he whispered.
"Yes."
In just seconds, you were lifted onto the countertop, arms wrapped around Valko's neck. His lips were scalding, tongue sliding between your teeth. He groaned when you bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for his hands to sink into your hips. The forest-like aroma that rose off of him transformed into something much more potent. Warm, spiced—like clove and santal, a musk so rich that you couldn’t help but inhale into his neck. Valko pulled away, dizzy, lidded eyes reading your own hazy expression. Putting the pieces together in his mind, there could only be one factor to the change in your natural flora.
Arousal.
But he’d been gone the entire week, were you so lonely that your thoughts and hands wandered? Had your desire finally spilled over, filling the room with a cloud of intoxication no hybrid could ignore. Especially not one that so desperately wanted to be your mate.
As your breaths came to a brief calm, Valko reached out, carefully caressing the length of your neck. His hands were rough and calloused, sending chills across your smoother skin. “Have you been…taking care of yourself while I was away?,” he whispered, resting both hands on your thighs. The sensation of his fingers digging into the plushness was distracting, you choked around a ‘yes’. “Is that why I—“
“Yeah. You just smell…ready for me.” Valko yanked you closer by the back of your knees.
“Can I have you now?”
“You always could…,” you murmured, holding his face in your hands.
He didn’t know where to start, there was so much of you he wanted to explore, to worship and taste. His honey-colored eyes dragged down the length of you, pausing to watch the rise and fall of your chest, how your nipples came through sheer fabric. Slowly he slid beneath your top, his hands following a gentle path along your spine before coming around to your breasts. “Mmh…s-soft,” he muttered, letting his thumb brush over the peak. You took his wrist, “you can touch me more, Val..I want you to..” A hard swallow slithered down his throat. The size of his hand palmed the entirely of you, squeezing tenderly. Valko moaned this time, pained, desperate. “God…can I take this off, please?”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, “mhmm.” His lips found yours again, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt and hastily pulling it off. Half bare before him, you shivered, from the kitchen’s chilled air and the anticipation of what came next. “Beautiful—god baby, just gorgeous,” Valko mused, leaning down and leaving a chaste kiss between your breasts. A soft, pleasured hum fell from your lips just as his found your hardened nipple. Then his tongue, warm and wet, traced circles around it. Teeth nipped and cheeks hallowed as Valko sucked the bud into his mouth. Your fingers tangled into his short hair, head tipping back. He released you with a pop, giving your neglected nipple the attention it needed. Heat pooled low in your belly and even lower between your legs. The heady scent Valko described just minutes before grew stronger as a damp stain spread through the cotton fabric of your shorts.
“Can I taste her?,” he whined, nuzzling your stomach, brows bowed with need. “Please, baby?”
“Y-yes…,” you sighed, pushing the garment mid-thigh, leaving him to take the rest. You lied back, granite cool on your skin. Valko lowered his body, cursing beneath his breath at the sight of you. Your pussy glistened between parted thighs, aching to be touched. “Fuck, look at her…so wet,” he slid this thumb through the mess, then tasted the dewy slick. A deep, primal sound vibrated through him. He shoved his face forward, dragging a languid stripe from entrance to clit. Your thighs squeezed his head instinctively, holding him in place. There was no where else Valko would rather be than here, nose deep in your warmth, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. “So fucking good, mm,” he growled, biceps coiled around your legs.
His lips kissed and sucked around your clit, making you yelp and arch. “Don’t stop, Val—feels…ah—.”
“I can’t get enough,” he rasped.
His tongue continued to work you open, the thick pink muscle curled and flicked until your eyes rolled into your skull. It was torture and pleasure combined, then his thumb began to rub agonizing circles into your flesh. You felt wild, like you were floating outside your own body. “Oh god, oh…god—.” Valko groaned, leaned back and spit, watching the thick, warm saliva trickle down your folds. He sank two fingers inside, “you’re so close, baby, I can smell it off of you. Make a mess for me, hm?” Before another word could fall from your lips, his were on you once more, prying you to the precipice of release.
“Valko—“
“I know, baby, let it go…,” he soothed, his pace never faltering.
Pressure began to build in your abdomen, tight and white hot. That heat traveled down your legs and up your spine, the hair at your nape tingled. “Gonna—oh my god.”
“Mhmm,” Valko hummed, deep and husky against you. The rumble in his voice was your undoing, the sensation that finally lead to your collapse. He growled, whined and drank, drank from you until essence ran down the planes of his throat. A painful, insistent throbbing ached between his legs, his hunger not yet sated. He stood, admiring your blissed expression, the warm glow radiating off your skin. “Are you okay?,” he soothed, dotting soft kisses on your stomach, chest and neck. “Mmh, just keep kissing me.”
Valko had no plan to argue, his lips found yours, but they moved slower this time. This kiss felt like a memory, more reverent and delicate. He cradled your face in his hands, sharing the taste of you off of his tongue. You moaned as it slid between your lips. “Want more…,” you cooed, running your hands down his chest and tugging at the waistline of his pants. Valko writhed, the idea of your hands wrapped around him made sweat bead and run down the back of his neck.
“W-wait—,” he said, grabbing hold of your wrists.
You wore a confused look, “It’s okay…we can do this, I’m ready.”
“I just—it might not be what you’re used to.” When you looked down, nothing seemed any different than what you’d seen before. Sure, it was bigger, the bulge fighting against the restraint of denim incredibly hard to miss. But you could take it. You wanted to. “What do you mean, Val?”
With an almost nervous sigh, he popped his button, dragging the zipper down to reveal another tedious layer of fabric. Valko took your hand and pressed your palm against him. “Feel this?”
“Yes.” He felt long, thick and firm in your hand, but at the base he grew wider and knotted.
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“No…I want it. I want you,” you said breathlessly. Then you squeezed, stroking over the skin tight briefs. “I want you so, so much…” A wash of arousal and relief flowed through him before he pulled you close. You were still wet, sensitive and incredibly empty. “Please, Valko,” you begged, spreading yourself open with two fingers. Something changed then, the air thick and charged. Your scents mingled, curling into a sweet yet heady aroma. His shirt came off in a swift tug over his broad shoulders, hitting the tile with a soft thump. When he revealed himself to you, a gasp fell from your lips. “I’ll go slow,” he murmured, “but I want you to hold it first.”
You nodded, lower lip caught in your teeth. Valko hissed as you stroked, once, twice. “So big…,” you moaned, “need it inside me.” He took hold of his cock, sliding it through your folds. Your gaze stayed on his as he pushed himself forward, yet the first inch made your eyelids flutter. Valko rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm and ragged as it fanned across your face. The next inch was welcomed warmly with no resistance, you shared an echoed gasp. “Fuck, baby…just a little more,” he breathed. You clung to his biceps, nails biting into the skin. He hugged around your waist, pulling you flush to his hips. God, you were full, the stretch dizzying but so so good. The stillness was necessary at first, allowing you to mould around his length. Then it was torture, your walls begging for friction. “Valko, m-move…please.”
“You tell me when to stop, tell me how I can make you feel good, okay?”
“O-okay.”
His hips rolled forward and back, the pace slow and controlled. Each thrust was better than the last, carving you from the inside, marking you as his. The sounds that left you were raw and shaken, words incoherent save for his name. Valko soothed you through the motions, his voice and praise a balm to the searing heat between your tangled bodies. “Feel so good, baby, tell me what you want.” Him, you wanted him entirely, deeper, skin deep in fact. “Harder. Fuck me harder,” you keened, hugging tightly around his neck. He lifted you off the counter, sinking down to the floor.
The tile stung against your hot skin. Your head was cushioned by his palm as his thrusts grew heavier. Every plunge settled into your gut, leaving your mouth agape. He drank in every sound and twisted expression, memorizing the way your pussy convulsed. Your lips were flushed, swollen from bruising kisses, glossy from remnants of spit. Valko pressed his thumb against your tongue, you moaned and sucked, leaving the digit soaked. He used the natural lubricant to massage your clit in tight circles, “like that?”
“Yes—just like that—m’so close.”
He knew. He could feel your pulse throb around his cock. Valko pushed your knees into your chest, he watched as he disappeared again and again. “Give me one more, baby. You’re doing so well,” he praised, leaning in for a kiss. His lips tasted so good, like slick and sweat and him. That familiar pressure returned, coiling and churning. Valko dug deeper, his hips wound in slow, measured motions until it was too much.
“Val–Valko! Mmm!,” you cried, finally falling apart.
The way you held onto him, clinging so tight as if he’d disappear, brought on his own bliss. You felt fuller, felt him swell to the brim. “Are you—mm—ready for me?,” he rasped, golden eyes glowing. “Give it to me, please—“
His hips slammed with a final rut, pouring out with a guttural whine. Neither of you could move, nor did you want to. This was the closest you’d ever felt, connected at the waist, heartbeats in sync. When the frenzy began to fade, he softened, his muscles loose and relaxed. The warmth that radiated from his frame was grounding, a comfort that soothed your sore limbs. “How do you feel? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Your hand cupped his jaw, thumb stroking his face, “I’m fine, just…very full.” Valko laughed breathily, “I know…it’s–a lot.”
“I like it. I feel more connected, literally,” you giggled.
Valko’s ears burned red, “I like it too, maybe even love it…,” his voice trailed off.
You rolled into an upright position, straddling his lap, “in that case…let’s go again.”
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a/n: just a lil warm up fic until we get all of Valko’s content back!! Let’s bring him home. Thank you so much for reading. :)
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