♯┆ some of the relationships milestones with Valko
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni! fem!reader, fluff and smut, nonsexual and sexual nudity, pussy eating, slight overstimulation, knotting, soft Valko just loving you
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── ⟢ the first date
Your first date was planned at a fancy restaurant because Valko wanted to impress you a little - the reservation however got jumbled up and you would have needed to wait until a table gets free. You told him that you don't feel like fancy food anyways which was a huge relief to him.
You ended up getting takeout from your favorite place and enjoyed the soft light of street lamps at the local park, talking away while eating. When you started feeling a little cold in the night air, he chuckled and put his jacket around you, insisting that he's a furnace and doesn't really need it anyways.
He walked you home that evening and settled for a simple hug instead of a kiss goodnight-when he leaned in, he could smell your scent mixed with his from the jacket you wore and he knew in that moment that this was something he could most certainly get used to.
── ⟢ the first kiss
The first kiss came unexpected and was almost so short, neither of you could call it a proper kiss. All you did was lean in to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head at the same time, sensing you closer, and you ended up kissing his lips - apologizing profoundly one second later which made him laugh softly.
"Am i such a bad kisser?" he asked teasingly, seeing the way you grew embarrassed, but his question made you gain your composure again.
"I had no opportunity to find out yet," you mused and your eyes flicked to his lips for just a blink of an eye, but this was all the consent he needed. His lips felt soft against yours, dominant but not suffocating as his lips slowly claimed yours while one of his hands gently cupped your cheek. When he pulled back, a lopsided grin spread on his lips.
"So, am i a bad kisser?" He asked more confident now and you hummed in thought before smiling softly.
"I don't think i can determine that from a single kiss alone" the grin on your lips couldn't even form before his mouth was back on yours again, tongue begging for entrance. Once he pulled away, sharp canines gently pulled at your kiss swollen bottom lip, your hazy eyes and small whimper telling him everything he needed to know.
── ⟢ the first time you see each other naked
The first time you saw each other naked wasn't in a sexual way. You were walking to your place where you wanted to cook for him before watching a movie together, but the weather had other plans.
By the time you reached your doorstep, the both of you were wet to the bones, drenched clothes forming puddles in your hallway as you tried to figure out the best way to move on about this.
"Shower?" You asked softly and nudged your head towards the bathroom, the puddle beneath your feet growing by the second.
"Ladies first" he replied with an apologetic smile-walking to the grocery store was his idea after all, so he could wait.
"And you flood my apartment in the meantime? We can shower together?" You suggested innocently, the wet fabric clinging to your skin stripping you of a clear mind. "If you don't mind... we can also stay in underw-"
Valko was already taking off his wet clothes, not needing to be asked twice to shower together.
Under the steady stream of water, his eyes never looked down your body, respecting you and not wanting to use the situation to shamelessly gawk at you... unlike you who grew familiar with his pecs and occasionally stole a glance at his abs in the meantime.
Just as the cold left your body, you cautiously stepped closer and wrapped your arms around his broad torso, causing his wet tail to splosh against the tiled wall repeatedly. One of his big hands moved to your lower back to keep you close, the other drifted to your hair to hold it against his chest in a deeply caring manner. The noise of water hitting the ground was almost drowned out by his heartbeat that thumped steadily just below your ear.
You two helped one another wash up and you blow dried his tail for him, feeling a little awkward about it but the shyness around each others body was close to non existent after sharing the shower.
── ⟢ the first time he eats you out
The first time Valko gets to eat you out, is when neither of you can keep their hands to themselves after a heated make out session. He sinks onto his knees on the floor in front of the couch you two had been sitting on and gently grabs one of your ankles where he pressed small kisses against your skin. His kisses turn messier the further up he reaches until his teeth sink into the plush of your inner thigh—The little sound you make is the most endearing sound he'd ever heard.
The scent of your arousal had been driving him to the brink of insanity before he even got between your thighs, and now that your legs were thrown over his shoulder he couldn't stop himself anymore. Valko looked up at you once more to make sure that there was no doubt in your eyes, and when you looked at him with so much need, he dove right in. He buried his nose against your panty clad folds, inhaling your scent as if it's the most holy of things — to him it is.
There was no time to take off your underwear, simply using one of his fingers to pull it to the side. The sight of your glistening folds made his wolfish ears lay flat, a sound close to a whimper escaping his throat the second he dove in to finally taste you. And when your arousal melted on his tongue? His eyes were rolling back into his skull, staying between your thighs for his own greed until you had to pry him off after perhaps one too many orgasms and flicks to your overstimulated clit.
── ⟢ the first time he knots you
The first time Valko knots you, wasn't the first time you had Sex, rather the first time he realized that he wanted this —that he wanted you— by his side as his girlfriend, not just to see where things go. You could say that this was the first time that he realized that what he feels is actually love.
He spent the night preparing you with his tongue and fingers as he usually would, his cock slipping into you so easily by the time he finally had you on your back and spread open for him with one leg thrown over his shoulder. His thrusts were much slower than the rather fast speed you've grown accustomed to but they made your toes curl from how you felt him move inside your walls.
You've talked about the possibility of him knotting you before, about what it means for him, as well as for you. So when you felt the thick knot press against your entrance repeatedly while his moans became much more breathless, you cupped his cheek and pulled him down to kiss him gently, nodding against him to let him know that this is exactly what you wanted.
The feeling of that knot bullying its way into your cunt was borderline painful, but Valko's fingers playing with your clit to help you relax took your focus off the stretch until he was finally inside. Valko's head dropped into the crook of your neck, a strangled moan of your name escaping his lips as you felt his cum painting your insides with nowhere to go.
It made you feel incredibly full, and he whispered sweet praise into your ear before flipping you around to rest on his chest. There was no rush with anything, just heavy breathing and gentle touches filling the comfortable silence. This was his form of aftercare, keeping you close and helping you catch your breath—and when the knot eventually swells off, he'd help you into the shower to clean you up, changing the sheets while you let the water cascade down your tired body.
── ⟢ the first i love you
The first time Valko told you these three words was in that very night, cuddled up in fresh sheets while snacking on some brownies.
Your head was resting on his shoulder and his tail was sweetly tucked over his and your body as if he held you close with anything he had. You barely heard him say it over the noise of your favorite movie running.
"What was that?" You asked tired, opening your tired eyes to look up at him, craning your neck to take a look at his handsome face.
"I said I love you, pancake." He smiled down at you, sharp canines showing and the sweetest, love struck look on his face.
"I love you too, Valko" you hummed and kissed his jaw ever so gently before tucking your head back under his chin where you could feel his heart hammer against his ribcage, almost at the same speed as his tail was wagging against your leg.
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“Fuck, my bad, babe,” he laughs under his breath, righting you before you can roll off the bed, “Didn’t mean to knock ya over like that.”
How he can even joke around in a time like this is beyond you: you’re still coming down from your second orgasm, the ceiling hasn’t stopped spinning along with the fan, and you’re having trouble forming a full sentence- although his name can still be discerned somewhere within that mumbling mess.
Now that your lack of composure has been addressed— all that isn’t to say Valko’s fairing any better.
A few spasms of your pussy, your blunt teeth sinking into the sweaty skin of his neck out of reflex, and then—
He’s flinching into you so hard, chasing that feeling so blindly, that he nearly topples you backward.
If the puppers back at home knew how easily you reduced him to an over-eager, pathetic dog, they might be less inclined to revere him so much, but he doesn’t plan on losing brownie points with them any time soon.
No harm no foul, right?
Enough clarity finds you to accept his apology, “I-It’s okay,” And the fog in your vision dissipates just enough to focus on his slightly worried portrait, golden eyes striking through the dim, early morning light like two burning coals.
It’s after confirming your wellbeing that he laughs again and hugs you closer, gathering your whole weight in his arms with all the same ease of picking up a leaf, pulling you directly under him this time. No chance you’ll slip from his grasp. No way.
The whole cuddle-fucking position is nice- reeeeal nice, babe, honestly- and now that he knows you’re cool with him waking you up like this, he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon, but good ol’ missionary’s never failed him, either.
“There. That’s better,” he smirks, the image of mischief.
Draped over you like this, six foot something and so big and strong it makes you lose your train of thought, your boyfriend is your veritable shield against the world— and you quietly suppose, sometimes, he’s your shield against common sense, too.
Because when he leans in to suckle your neck, fangs brushing over your pulse point before he peppers an endearingly soft kiss there, any remainder of it leaves in a gust.
“Valko-“
One second, he’s zealously lining his swollen cockhead up to your hole, rubbing it against your wet folds either to tease or prepare you for round three (probably a mix of both), and then the next, he’s slamming back home again- without the intent of sending you flying, this time, even if it was only accidental to begin with.
The squeak you let out is obscene enough to belong in a porno. And now, it belongs in the pocket of your boyfriend, forever available during silly arguments whenever he urgently needs something to lord over you.
Oxygen evades you for a moment. Feeling him press deep inside and then even deeper still.
What’s the superlative of full?
There is no place inside you he does not reach and stuff to the brim.
He adores the broken little moans he coaxes from your lips; they’re a serious competitor to the nails that dig into his back, marking him as your territory. With all the hickies spanning your collarbone, the finger-shaped bruises on your thighs and ass, shallow scratches in the fat of your hips— clumsily-left proof of his enthusiasm— it’s only fair you get your get-back, too.
“You’re really cute, you know…?” He murmurs absently, a delicate shade of pink scattering along his prominent cheekbones.
Red ears twitch atop his head, a fluffy tail curling around your ankle, instinctively seeking out your warmth as he ruts into you.
You don’t know what to do with your limbs, you honestly don’t need them at this point because your boyfriend is putting in all the work. But you think he appreciates it anyway when you dumbly reach up to scratch at his fuzzy ear, because the full-bodied groan that tears from his chest, then, his claws momentarily elongating, belongs to an animal, something that lives in a den and not a cute girl’s apartment.
He hisses. “Fuck, pancake,” that god-awful nickname just makes you wetter, and the toothy grin he buries underneath your jaw tells you everything you need to know about how pleased he is to get away with using it scot free. “Better hold onto me tighter. You’ll roll away again.”
“That was your fault!” You don’t know if the sound you make is a giggle or a wail, but combined with the lewd squelches ringing out with every hard thrust, it makes your eyes glaze over with embarrassment.
“Wasn’t…” he mumbles, enjoying every moment of your bickering, although he’s already forgetting what about.
“You… mmh, got too carried away again,” you reaffirm, and he huffs at the shell of your ear, nipping it once just to spite you because he knows you’re too hare-brained to properly retaliate right now.
“Carried away?” A dry huff. “Me? Nuh-uh.”
For all his adamance that he’s cool calm and collected, his tail oddly resembles a wind mill behind him, forgetting its place at your side when you massage his ear again- if only to solidify your point. It’s automatic: the uncontrollable, almost pitiable wobble of his lower lip, screwing his eyes shut as he briefly squeezes your waist a little too tight for comfort.
When he recovers from the touch, resting his sharp nose between your breast, he flashes you a hungry look, lashes dewy from want.
You’re swiftly reminded that your boyfriend is equal parts man and equal parts wolf.
“So we’re taking cheap shots now, are we?” A large hand shifts lower, the callous pad of his index finding your puffy clit and immediately giving it no reprieve. You react accordingly- crying out, squirming, arching up into him like bucking cattle, but Valko just delivers a crooked, faltering smile, relishing in the way your warm walls clamp down on him, milking him for all he’s worth.
His rugged voice lilts, “Let me do the same, then.”
Regret, wicked excitement- whatever it is- something stirs in the pit of your belly when you hazily register the rapid swelling at the base of his cock, fattening just outside your wet seam where he rams repeatedly and then—
All those times you went camping together, lied on a blanket underneath a twinkling swath of stars, yet none of it quite compares to the ones you see when his knot pops in for the first time.
Sooo our husband’s gone to war but he’ll be back. until then, take this shabby ooc drabble 💕 here’s to keeping him alive 🐺 also i’ll stand by the fact pancake is such a cute nickname & i pray he calls us that hehe :,) BRING VALKO BACK!!!! as usual, reblogs are appreciated
he follows you around while you’re trying to do chores, hugs you flush against his body when it’s hot as hell outside, and never sits more than a hair’s width apart from you.
it’s strange, of course, but bearable. a little endearing, even.
until he gets more comfortable.
he tails you in the kitchen while you’re prepping ingredients, resulting in more than a few spills. he peeks over your shoulder while you’re playing games on your phone, and you wonder how many accidental head bumps it’ll take to get a concussion.
with each new transgression, you feel your patience waning away.
it’s not entirely his fault. whenever he tells you stories about his pack, roughhousing and cuddling and chatting all the time, you can tell how close-knit they are—how boundaries are an option to them, not an obligation.
but when he barges into the bathroom one day, blabbing about jewelry while you’re squatting mid-stream, you've finally had enough.
“hey, can you look at this bracelet i made? it’s pretty enough, i guess, but i feel like something’s missi—”
“out!” you screech. “out, out, out!”
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he sits on the floor. you sit on the couch.
“we need to set some ground rules.”
his ears lie flat on his head.
“you get really close to me sometimes.”
his brows furrow. “‘cause i like you.”
“i like you too. but i can get sensitive with things like this. i need more personal space than you do, remember?”
“you want me to stay away from you?” his voice is hoarse, and his tail swishes in distress.
unable to resist, you ruffle his red hair. “i didn’t say that, now did i? most times, i love how clingy you are.” his ears perk up. “i love how open you are with your affection. i’m only asking…maybe you could be more selective about when you give it? like, it’s probably not the best time if i’m having a bad day, or feeling overstimulated, or, i don’t know, in the bathroom, for example.” you cock your head and look down at him with a smile. “yeah?”
“yeah.” he nods to himself. “i can do that.”
“thank you.”
hope shines in his amber eyes. “are we okay now?”
you lean forward and tap the underside of his chin. “we’ve always been okay, you goof.”
valko’s lips curl into his trademark grin. “then…permission to hug?”
warmth flows through you as you laugh and spread your arms. “permission granted.”
he follows you around while you’re trying to do chores, hugs you flush against his body when it’s hot as hell outside, and never sits more than a hair’s width apart from you.
it’s strange, of course, but bearable. a little endearing, even.
until he gets more comfortable.
he tails you in the kitchen while you’re prepping ingredients, resulting in more than a few spills. he peeks over your shoulder while you’re playing games on your phone, and you wonder how many accidental head bumps it’ll take to get a concussion.
with each new transgression, you feel your patience waning away.
it’s not entirely his fault. whenever he tells you stories about his pack, roughhousing and cuddling and chatting all the time, you can tell how close-knit they are—how boundaries are an option to them, not an obligation.
but when he barges into the bathroom one day, blabbing about jewelry while you’re squatting mid-stream, you've finally had enough.
“hey, can you look at this bracelet i made? it’s pretty enough, i guess, but i feel like something’s missi—”
“out!” you screech. “out, out, out!”
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he sits on the floor. you sit on the couch.
“we need to set some ground rules.”
his ears lie flat on his head.
“you get really close to me sometimes.”
his brows furrow. “‘cause i like you.”
“i like you too. but i can get sensitive with things like this. i need more personal space than you do, remember?”
“you want me to stay away from you?” his voice is hoarse, and his tail swishes in distress.
unable to resist, you ruffle his red hair. “i didn’t say that, now did i? most times, i love how clingy you are.” his ears perk up. “i love how open you are with your affection. i’m only asking…maybe you could be more selective about when you give it? like, it’s probably not the best time if i’m having a bad day, or feeling overstimulated, or, i don’t know, in the bathroom, for example.” you cock your head and look down at him with a smile. “yeah?”
“yeah.” he nods to himself. “i can do that.”
“thank you.”
hope shines in his amber eyes. “are we okay now?”
you lean forward and tap the underside of his chin. “we’ve always been okay, you goof.”
valko’s lips curl into his trademark grin. “then…permission to hug?”
warmth flows through you as you laugh and spread your arms. “permission granted.”
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