Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.
"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that."
You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time).
"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"
"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."
Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in.
"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!"
Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before.
"Enchain."
Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears.
"Y-Yū —"
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin.
This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too.
"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."
Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded.
Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is.
Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard.
Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you at the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway.
"Y-Yūji —"
"My name, brat —"
"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"
"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.
You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."
He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac.
"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only."
"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —"
"That's it."
The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.
When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again.
"S-Sukuna?"
"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"
You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."
"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt.
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."
Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at earlier.
"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that."
"It was," you breathe out.
When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty.
Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal.
Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Valko, is ready to show you what it’s like to experience him during his rut. Too bad you’re both on a camping trip. Too bad you’re a brat. Too bad you’re into being chased in the woods.
CW/BEFORE YOU READ: primal play/chase kink, predator/prey dynamics, intense rut sex, knotting with stretching and breeding, mild blood from a lip bite, possessive and filthy dirty talk, scent marking, grooming, and brat taming. Consent, safewords, color checks, and emotional aftercare present. Minors Do Not Interact || WC: 3.4K
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Banner by me. Divider by @sisterlucifergraphics
One of Valko’s greatest fears is losing control around you. He doesn’t often appeal to his base animal instincts–years of having to hide who he is has taught him to keep himself on a leash, for lack of a better term. But when it comes to you, his inner wolf is insatiable, and if he’s being completely honest–fucking insufferable. The first time your scent hit his nose, it slammed straight into his soul. His inner wolf threw its head back and howled in a way that said it had not only found something it had never even thought could exist, but there wasn’t a universe in which it was willing to let you go.
And the rest was history.
But you being his, and him ravaging you as a result of his rut, are two very distinct things.
So for as long as you have been with Valko, he has taken suppressants to quell the extreme, insatiable hunger brought on by his rut. He reassured you that it’s something he always did as the Chairman of EonCore Tech because it could interfere with his ability to make decisions that could possibly negatively impact the company.
Lies.
That it would get in the way of the other, more mysterious work he did that called for him to slip away at night.
More lies.
But truthfully?
His rut was always intense, and with you it became something else entirely. Everything about you felt like the most exquisite skin-prickling overload. With you, it felt like a delicious shiver racing down his spine, the phantom caress along the back of his neck, the softest stroke against every fine hair on his tail. When it came to you, feelings weren’t simply felt… they were imprinted.
But eventually you have to face the proverbial music — or in this case, the music you choose to blast in his car — the same music he pretends to be annoyed by but turns up the volume just to hear you sing along to your favorite parts.
You two were barreling down a long stretch of highway, bounding straight towards a very intentional weekend at a secluded campsite. And for once, Valko had conveniently forgotten the suppressants at home.
Something felt off the entire car ride. It wasn’t off in an unpleasant way, but it just felt charged in a way that felt heavy. Sure, Valko regularly touches you in some fashion when you’re his honorary passenger princess, but this time his hand — usually casually placed comfortably on your thigh — had a tighter grip than normal. His grip was so intense that the prominent veins in his hands were standing out as if stress was flowing from the tips of his fingers and up to his thick, muscle-corded forearms. Even his tail, which usually lay limply in your lap so that you may card your fingers through, was flicking incessantly at the tip as if the appendage was just as restless as the body it was attached to.
Now, setting up the campsite was proving to be more of a group effort in theory only. Valko had decided he was doing the heavy lifting — though “heavy lifting” was a relative term depending on whether you asked an Alpha wolf or a hunter who could easily bench her own body weight.
Around the fifth time his large hands gently but firmly plucked whatever you were holding out of your grasp, he flashed you that charming grin.
“Hey, beautiful. I got that.”
Each time he took something from you, he lingered. He’d lean in close, rubbing his cheek and jaw along your shoulder or the top of your head in a slow, deliberate scent-mark, his tail giving a pleased little flick behind him. By the umpteenth time, you finally planted your hands on your hips.
“You’re SCENT-MARKING me!”
Valko throws his head back, canines glinting white and sharp in the sun “Who taught you that word?!” he barks incredulously.
Your cheeks burn and you expertly avoid the question, too embarrassed to admit you’ve spent many nights researching wolf mannerisms and mating rituals.
“I know LOTS of things…! Anyway, answer the question.”
Valko looks down at the stake in his hand, rolling it around in his palm clearly in heavy consideration of what he’s weighing in his mind to share with you. Finally, he tosses the stake on the ground near the other tools and closes the distances
As the sunlight catches his golden eyes, you noticed how much darker they had become — molten honey edged with something wild and hungry. A shiver races down your spine, instinctive and electric, your body lighting up with the ancient signal to either run or submit.
He reaches out, taking your palm in his. “Look, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, and I really don’t want you to freak out.”
Your quick nod and undivided attention are all the silent encouragement he needs to continue.
“Wolves usually experience a rut, right? I’ll spare you the biological details since you seem to have done so much offline research, you pervert-”
Your hand shoots out to pinch at his skin in retribution at his comment, but he swats away your attempt with a smirk and continues.
“Usually I take medication to suppress that rut, but I guess I’ve been feeling like lately I’ve wanted you to see me. All of me. Me, the wolf, and my rut.”
You blink. Once, twice and three times as you process what he’s saying to you. “And so you thought the best time for me to experience your rut was in the woods where we are miles away from civilization?”
He snorts, arms reaching out and pulling you against him so your cheek is pressed against those beefy pectorals you love so much. “I promise that if things get too intense, I’ll be able to control myself, alright? All you have to do is tell me to stop or use any of the safewords we’ve discussed in the past, ok?”
And because he can’t help himself, he pauses and adds a cheeky, “I’m not an animal, babe.”
After rolling your eyes, you exhale softly. Truth be told, you have never felt unsafe with Valko. Even if his rut is coming, there’s not a world where he’d ever take it too far. It also helps that you’re a world-class hunter and would throw the absolute gnarliest hands if you needed to–boyfriend or not.
“I trust you. Always.” you whisper into the clean linen of his shirt.
You receive a pleased growl in return.
Hours go by without incident. You both efficiently set up the tent you’ll be sharing over the next couple of days and Valko even manages to get a fire roaring. As you both settle on a large log Valko dragged over near the firepit as a makeshift seat, the silence is a comfortable lull between you. However, the quiet is soon broken by a deep growl from within his chest. His cheek meets the top of your head as he begins to scent mark you once again.
“You smell like everything I need.”
“Everything?” you laugh softly as you turn around in his arms.
“Everything.” he whispers, palm rising slowly to cup your cheek as his lips press against yours in a kiss that steals your breath and sets your blood on fire in equal measure. Your tongues tangle quickly, the time you spent together in your relationship eliminating any need for reserved touches. You let out a surprised gasp as his fangs nip your bottom lip, another deep, pleased grumble erupts from his chest. You feel the heat of his hands and the sharp tips of his nails on your arm as he grips you, inevitably pulling you into his lap.
The demanding nature of his rut is clear as he grinds his hips upward, the stiff ridge of his cock rubbing at the clothed part of your ass. The intensity of his kisses grows and the growls coming from his throat grow louder and deeper, sending vibrations through your own chest. Eventually his lips part from yours, but quickly take up purchase along the column of your throat, one hand rising to grip the nape of your neck and shift your head exactly where he wants so his tongue can dart out and taste your skin.
You let out a breathy moan that emboldens him, but before he can get ahead of himself, you choose to be the opposite of his peace.
You grip his broad shoulders, briefly appreciating that every inch of this man is yours, before you firmly push him away, giving you a couple of inches of distance. He attempts to close the distance again with his lips, but you turn your head and offer him your cheek.
“Sorry, but you expect me to let you mount me out here in the forest without a little bit of teasing?”
Before he can rebuttal, you jump up and press your boot against the hard expanse of his shoulder and nudge him completely off the log with a resounding thud that echoes through the forest.
You don’t bother glancing back. The wild, rapturous howl tearing through the trees behind you says it all.
The chase was on.
“Overgrown puppy got the zoomies?!” you call over your shoulder. You briefly glance behind you, careful not to collide with the trees zooming beyond your peripheral vision. You are not surprised to see this massive man vaulting over a log and landing on his feet in an instant, easily picking up the pace into a sprint and gaining on you.
Banter is how you two usually connect and bond, but in this moment, you know it’s only fueling his desire to catch you.
You're fast, but he’s faster. He closes the distance, tackling you into a bed of moss and fallen leaves from the trees above. And despite the way in which you both collide with the floor and the roaring in his veins to take, Valko’s arms still cradle your body to completely absorb the blow.
As your eyelids flutter open, your eyes connect with something primal in his. The bright gold of his eyes are now a deeper, molten honey, pupils dilated as his ears and tails twitch as if tuned into every inch of you.
“Color?”
“Green,” you breathe.
The kiss that comes after is far from the controlled kiss by the firepit. His tongue is demanding as it slides into your eager mouth. You meet his lick for lick, sweeping into his own mouth and grazing against his fangs.
You both groan at the taste of copper, unsure of whose blood you're tasting since you can’t tell where one of you starts and the other one ends. He settles himself heavily between your thighs, that insistent bulge once again making itself present and known as he hooks your thigh over his hip and grinds against you.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he growls. “I’m going to stretch your pretty pussy out on my knot, baby.” He pulls back, that smirk you adore gracing his features despite the tortured expression on his face from holding back–from not being inside of you.
“Question is, do you want to bounce on it or do you want to be mounted like you so kindly offered earlier, brat?”
You reach up, gripping his shirt which is damp from the exertion of chasing you through the forest. “For a Chairman, you sure leave a lot of decisions to me. Not very Alpha of you, pup.”
The electricity that cackles between you both could set the forest on fire.
“Oh, baby…” He leans in until his forehead rests against yours, breath hot and ragged across your lips. “You really can’t fucking help yourself, can you?”
In one smooth, powerful motion he rears back, grabs the front of his already-damp shirt, and rips it clean off his body. The fabric tears with a satisfying sound that makes your breath quicken. Moonlight paints the cut of his abs, the heavy expanse of his chest, the dark burgundy trail of hair that disappears into his waistband. His tail sways behind him, thick and restless. The scent rolling off him—leather, musk, warm cedar, and raw desire—hits you like a drug.
Your man is clearly feral for every inch of you.
He doesn’t give you time to truly admire the way moonlight slides over every cut of muscle before he’s on you again.
His hands, which are large, veined, claws just barely pricked, grip your hips and flip you onto your stomach with effortless strength. Moss and soft earth cushion you as he yanks your hips up, forcing you onto your knees while your chest stays pressed to the ground. The position leaves you arched and open for him. You feel even more exposed when you feel your bottoms and panties being shoved down without fanfare.
Valko settles behind you, one big palm smoothing possessively down your spine before he settles one palm against the mid-section of your back.
“Not very Alpha of me?” he repeats, voice husky and laced with amusement and hunger. He leans over your back, caging you completely, his thick cock sliding hot and heavy between your thighs, gliding through your slick without entering you yet. “You mouthy little hunter… I was trying to be a gentleman. Give my mate a choice.”
He nips sharply at the back of your neck, then soothes it with a slow drag of his tongue.
“Choice revoked.”
You gasp as the thick tip of his cock presses into you, spreading you so nicely for what you both know is going to leave you pleasantly, yet achingly sore tomorrow. Your cunt is wet, and that’s painfully clear as the sound of the head of his cock pushes into your sloppy, hungry pussy with an overwhelmingly loud squelch. You both groan at your surrender, the sound of him pressing into you loud and obscene in the quiet of the forest.
“Fuck, you may be a brat but your greedy pussy knows what she wants.” The burn of him sliding in you is perfect, overwhelming in the best way. He doesn’t stop until his hips are flush against your ass, the swollen base of his knot kissing your folds.
He doesn’t give you time to adjust as he’s pulling back and sliding back in, savoring the feeling of your tight hole sucking his thick cock, welcoming him back eagerly with every thrust.
The rut is riding him hard, his control fraying at the edges, but even now, he’s still Valko: protective enough that one arm stays curled around you, ready to catch you if your arms give out, whispering filthy praise between the growls. With each groaned praiseful remark that escapes his lips, you clench harder.
“Look at you, big bad hunter… all dripping and whining while I mount you. Who’s the prey now, baby? You don’t even have it in you to fight back, don’t you? Good fucking girl.”
“This knot's got your name all over it, pretty girl. You didn’t have to mouth off, all you had to do was present this pretty pussy like an offering.”
He rears his hips back and accentuates each word with a thrust. “Just. Like. This.”
“Fuck, listen to that,” he groans, voice thick with rut, with his desire to mount and knot his mate. “Big bad hunter, all soaked and sloppy for me. Thought you were supposed to be dangerous, baby. Right now you’re just a pretty little thing getting mounted in the dirt.”
Your cheeks burn, but the moans and gasps coming out of your mouth are encouraging, especially as you reach behind and claw at his thick thigh. His soft, lush tail wraps around your wrist, which is a clear message: that even in this moment, you’re both still connected despite the intensity.
You can feel his swollen knot pressing against your entrance. You brace yourself on your hands, but gasp as his broad, hard chest blankets your back and forces your hands out from under you and presses you completely into the dirt. His thrusting turns into pistoning as his knot goes from kissing your cunt to demanding entrance into your sweet, tight heat.
“Beg sweetly for it, baby. Let your mate hear how bad you want to be knotted by your Alpha.”
You feel the smirk in his words, the way his tail, which has moved from your wrist, tightens around your waist like a furry leash. He’s enjoying this—enjoying the way your strong hunter body chooses to yield so perfectly for him.
A broken moan escapes you as the knot catches harder against your entrance, bullying its way forward. You clench around the thick shaft already buried inside you, trying to pull him deeper even as you manage a shaky, bratty laugh.
“You… want me to beg?” you gasp, turning your head just enough to catch his molten gold eyes. “After you chased me down like some helpless prey?”
Valko’s answer is a dark, delighted chuff. “Prey should struggle if they want to be entertaining. And fuck are you entertaining.”
His pace turns relentless, hips snapping against your ass with every thrust. The heavy swell of his knot catches at your entrance more insistently now, stretching you wider with every pass, demanding to be let in.
You feel him throb and twitch inside you, hot and huge, as he waits for you to break.
“Come on, baby. Tell me how badly this tight hunter cunt needs to be locked on my cock. Tell your Alpha how empty you feel without it.”
The words send a sharp spark down the length of your spine and straight to where his knot was pushing, pushing, pushing…
Valko groans against your neck, fangs sinking in your shoulder, as his swollen knot finally pushes inside you, sliding home with a slow, slick pop that leaves you both breathless. The gasping, whine that escapes his throat despite the clench of his teeth pushes you over the edge. Your body quakes with an intense orgasm that has your slick coating his thighs and the dirt beneath you both.
Thick ropes of his cum, more than usual as a result of the suppresent, floods your welcoming womb. You feel every twitch, every pulse against your battered cervix, even as he gives a few more valiant thrusts into your cum-filled cunt.
Moments pass as you both pant, sweat dripping down your bodies. The haziness is broken as Valko rubs his chin and cheek against the top of your head, similar to how this fiasco started in the first place.
“You okay?” he whispers in your ear, voice softer than it was moments ago, tongue darting out to continue to groom you.
You let out a breathless little laugh, eyes still half-lidded as you melt back into his chest. “Mmm… more than okay. Just feeling full and will definitely feel this tomorrow.”
A low, pleased chuff rumbles through him. His arms tighten around you, one big hand stroking down your side while the other stays splayed over your lower belly, right where you can feel the heavy warmth of his knot pulsing inside you.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. “You took my knot so beautifully.” He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the bite mark he left on your shoulder earlier, then rests his forehead there. “I was worried I’d be too much tonight. I was worried my rut would scare you off-”
You reach back lazily, threading your fingers through his damp hair and giving a playful tug. “You were a lot, but I loved it. I love you, Valko. All of you. Even the overgrown puppy parts.”
Valko laughs against your skin, the sound warm and relieved. His tail curls tighter around your thigh as the knot continues to throb gently inside you, keeping you locked together. For long minutes he just holds you. For a few moments more, he continues his grooming, scenting, and whispering of quiet praise between soft kisses along your neck and jaw.
You close your eyes in contentment, loving that you were able to show your mate that, despite his initial fears of showing you this part of him, you could reassure him that he’s more than enough.
a/n: I’m mourning this wolf real heavy. Can't believe I broke my writing hiatus on a canceled character (please come back). I really hate the turn of events after his reveal and don't think it should have escalated to the extent it has. For now, I'm boycotting a game that I have played consistently for 2 years, refusing to spend any money, not opening the app, and unfollowing all their social media accounts. During Anime Expo, I even chose not to participate in their cosplayer event (despite winning a slot) or purchase any items at the official LADS booth. I have written several emails with only the JP cs team responding. I miss Zayne SO much, but this is about the principle. I don't have much of an online presence, but I can't support Infold until they reinstate Valko. So while I boycott, I cope.
Crushed between two bodies that naturally ran hot with the heat of the comforter trapping you under, you were running too hot to be able to breathe comfortably. As if the temperature wasn't already rivaling the Sun, you're also pressed between two rock hard bodies. Your legs tangled, hands under your night shirt and grabbing handfuls of your ass.
It's suffocating and you can't take another minute longer, trying to wedge yourself out of their hold but they've got you locked down. Attempting to detangle your legs so you can kick the thick comforter off is an action in vain when you're pinned down so tightly that its stifling.
Long day spent playing in the sea had left the three of you exhausted to the point of being unable to take a single step farther than the bed, falling into the mattress in a heap straight out of the shower. Now the sun had set already, and the moonlight was your guiding star as you squinted into the darkness of the room to check the time on the clock.
You managed to free one arm from their iron grip and tap on the cheek nuzzled into your hair behind you before you repeated the same on the exposed cheek that was smushed against your chest.
Caleb stirred, groaning against your tits as he snuggled closer instead of pulling away. Behind you, Valko's arm tightened around you, pulling you closer into his chest. These boys would be the death of you.
"Let me go" You whined, twisting your body so they'd loosen their hold.
Caleb popped an eye open only to press a searing hot kiss to your collarbone before drawing you in again "Go back to sleep, Pips"
"I can't" You push at his arms "It's too hot"
Without opening his eyes, Caleb kicks the thick comforter off you both making you groan in relief when the cool air-conditioning hits your skin, pressing a kiss into his hair as thanks. He takes this opportunity to suck on the mounds of your breasts that are practically spilling out of your tight camisole. Your nails dig into his bicep that rounds your waist and grabs your ass cheek, pulling you tighter against him.
A movement that is slightly restricted thanks to the other arm branded around your waist like a vise, fingers teasing the waistband of your panties as you feel teeth nip at your ear "Having fun without me?"
Over your shoulder, your lips meet Valko's as he kisses you leisurely, tongue swirling with yours, grinding his thick cock against your ass at the same time as Caleb freeing your breasts and sucking on your hardened nipples till they peak. Valko's already got a finger circling your clit before two of them breach past your soaked folds and into your warmth, making you buck into his palm at the intrusion and collide with Caleb's hard length straining inside his boxers. It makes Caleb groan deep in his throat, now also grinding his hard-on against you, the comforter tangling between your legs.
"Mmh" Valko pulls back from your lips with a soft nibble on your lower lip, passing you over to Caleb's waiting mouth who directly sucks your moans into his mouth as you hump Valko's hand, slightly delirious from the feel of both their cocks crowding you. The squelch from your pussy gushing is loud, your broken moans rising in octave as Caleb takes a long pull at your lips, a string of saliva connecting your mouths when he lets you up for air "More more more- please!"
"Yeah?" They chorus, Valko's lips biting down on your ear again as you snake an arm around his nape to hold on while he works you up with two fingers. Caleb's massaging your tits roughly in his big palms, shamelessly grinding against your dripping cunt as you whimper into his mouth. Your other hand fits itself in the middle of your bodies, rubbing over his erection, feeling it twitch beneath your palm as your fingers pull him out of his boxers, wrapping and squeezing him tight in your grip. His groan is feral, thrusting his cock into your fist while biting down on your swollen lips.
Your fingers are moving around Caleb in tandem with Valko's scissoring inside you. He's got you chasing your peak as you grind against his fingers, whines growing louder as your mouth slides over Caleb's, nodding when he coos at you "Close?" with your forehead glistening with sweat as you pant against his throat, dazedly watching his Adam's apple bob with the way your grip unknowingly tightens against his length.
Your release washes over you so suddenly, the shockwaves making your entire body tremble as Valko bites down on your shoulder. He's throwing your leg over Caleb's waist, clearly impatient as he slides your panties to the side, his entire body draped over your back and thrusts into your sensitive pussy in one go. Swallowing your cry into his mouth while Caleb kisses his way down your neck, carefully drawing out every thrust as opposed to Valko who looks like he's about to shoot his load into you then and there.
"Feels s'good" He's slurring, brows scrunched as his fingers still coated with your slick find Caleb's mouth who takes them between his lips.He's moaning around the digits, licking every inch of the skin clean, his tongue swirling between the v of the fingers and around their length "How's she taste?"
"Divine" Caleb groans out, grabbing the back of Valko's head and smashing their lips together, their bodies rumbling with appreciative growls as they exchange your taste between them "Fill her up-" His entire body bucks as Valko's hands tease the underside of Caleb's leaking cock, hand wrapping around yours and helping you pump up and down his length "-fuck- fill her up so full so I can taste- hah" He's whimpering against Valko's mouth "- taste you both off her after this"
Valko's cock grows harder at that, making your toes curl as he pounds into your sopping cunt with renewed force, trapping you between their writhing bodies, moving together in a dizzying pace as you worked each other up towards that pleasure. Your lips collide in a mess with theirs, groaning and panting and locking mouths, taking turns exchanging saliva, sweaty bodies sliding against one another.
One hand gripping the locks of Valko's hair behind you while the other was wrapped around Caleb's neck, keeping him close as you and Valko doubled down on your onslaught, your thumb pressing down on the tip as Valko pumped his length in rough, drawn-out strokes making Caleb bury his face against yours, sucking on your lips as he thrust into Valko's grip now.
Other hand snaking under your hips, Valko's rubbing your clit as you whimper against Caleb's lips, strangled mewls escaping you with how rough Caleb manhandles your tits, slapping one before palming it tightly again. Your body is convulsing, eyelids fluttering as you tremble in their grip.
"Fuck fuck fuck-" Valko's sunk his teeth into every inch of skin exposed to him "Gripping me so tight, baby" He's rutting into you despite the tightening of your walls, growling at how good every snap of his hips against yours feels.
"S'good" You're purring, chasing Caleb's lips that are also swollen till he's closing the space between you two.
"He's fucking you so good, isn't he?" There is something so satisfying about hearing Caleb whisper sweet nothings to you as you lose yourself into the kiss, nodding your agreement while Valko slams into your pussy so hard it has you seeing stars behind your eyelids "Yeah he is" You feel Caleb's cock leaking more pre as he thrusts into your grip "You're going to be good for us? Gon' cum for us, pretty baby?"
"Mhm" Valko's curved tip brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly has rendered you unable to spell a single legible word out as Caleb brushes your hair back, connecting your foreheads. Hand falling to your waist, he's pushing you down as Valko thrusts upwards into you, your orgasm crashing into you as your grip falters around Caleb, limbs twitching as your body quivers in the aftermath of that mind-blowing climax.
Valko keeps up his erratic pace, fucking you through your orgasm as he chases his high, pumping his hand up and down Caleb's length at a dizzying pace. Their breaths are ragged as they both thrust against you in unison, locking lips over your shoulder as they confine you between them till they're cumming, thick spurts of their release lining your pussy walls and belly at the same time, groaning at the power with which they succumbed to their pleasure.
For long moments, the three of you lie there in a heap of tangled, sticky bodies covered in sweat, leisurely making out as you finally get the opportunity to turn on your back when Valko pulls out of you, eliciting a whimper. Both your boyfriends descend on you, one's figurative and the other's literal tail swishing as you run your hands through their hair.
You try to push them off you "We're going to be late for dinner"
Their faces have the same wolfish grin as they help you out of your drenched panties and tug your camisole off as you gape at them "Dinner can wait, Pips" Caleb's spreading your thighs apart, appreciative groan spilling from his lips as he watches Valko's cum dribbling out of your pussy "I can't"
"Cal-! Oh" His tongue licks a long, languid stripe up your folds, making you fall back into the pillows before you turn your pout at your other boyfriend, hoping he's more compliant "Val. I'm hungry"
Valko's solution is to kiss your pout off your lips "I know, sweetheart" But he's not making any move to dissuade Caleb who is moaning against your pussy lips, blowing air on it just to watch it flutter "Dinner after this, promise"
"After?" You're about to turn your glare on full force but you catch sight of Valko pumping his semi hard-on, amber orbs zeroed in on the way Caleb has his entire face buried into your cunt. Watch the way his eyes light up when you spread your legs further apart.
Fingers finding his face, you guide him closer to where Caleb was greedily lapping up your juices, knowing he was a heartbeat away from joining his boyfriend anyway.
♡︎ synopsis: Jet-lagged and wide awake long past midnight, you let Valko invite himself over to keep you company. What starts as a friendly, playful hangout slowly turns into something much more intimate.
♡︎ pairing: Valko x fem!reader
♡︎ tags: friends to lovers, making out, dry humping, use of 'sweetheart' 'baby' 'pretty girl', cowgirl, creampie ofc
♡︎ word count: 8k
♡︎ a/n: After the announcement we got last week, I ofc had to write something for Valko. I hope you like how I wrote him.
It took me over 8 hours to edit this fic, so if you don't like something or if there are any errors, I don't wanna know <3
♡︎ I wanna thank @unintentionalseductress for helping, and my beta reader its-de who doesn't have an account anymore (🙄).
divider by @anitalenia
The glow of the television washes the living room in soft, shifting light, some familiar comfort show murmuring in the background as you sink deeper into the corner of the sofa. The apartment still carries that faint in-between feeling that always follows a trip, your half-unpacked suitcase sitting by the wall, your carry-on slouched near the entryway. You scroll through Moments without really seeing much of it, your thumb moving on autopilot as photos and captions blur together, and when your eyes flick to the time in the corner of the screen, a quiet sigh leaves you – it’s past midnight. You only got back yesterday, but it annoys you that your body still refuses to remember what time zone it belongs to.
With a small frown, you toss your phone beside you, only to reach for it again a few seconds later. Sleep feels nowhere near, but so does doing anything useful. Your gaze drifts back to the screen, catching on the photo you posted from the trip a few hours ago. For a moment, you just stare at it, thumb hovering near the comments before you see a new notification at the top of your screen, and your breath catches.
Valko.
You stare at his name for a second before tapping on the message, your pulse giving one traitorous flutter as the chat opens.
‘Why are you still up??’
Your finger lingers above the keyboard, a smile already tugging at your lips, before you type back.
‘Why are you up?’
His reply comes quickly.
‘I asked you first.’
A quiet laugh slips out of you.
You shift further into the corner of the sofa, glancing toward the television even though you are no longer paying attention to whatever scene is playing out on the screen.
‘I’m still a little jet-lagged. Can’t sleep.’
For a few seconds, nothing happens.
Your thumb brushes the edge of your phone as you stare at the screen, suddenly wondering whether that sounded too flat. Maybe you should have added something else. Maybe –
Another message appears.
‘Then can I come over and keep you company?’
You sit up so quickly the blanket pooled over your legs slips halfway to the floor.
For a moment, you can only stare at the words – it’s such a simple message, but the thought of Valko here, in your apartment, at this hour, sends a rush through you that makes it impossible to stay curled up on the sofa like nothing happened.
You try to sound casual as you type back.
‘Sure.’
His answer appears almost immediately.
‘I’ll be there in twenty.’
Your eyes widen.
Twenty?
You glance down at yourself, at the pajamas you changed into after your shower. You push yourself off the sofa, hurrying to the bathroom to make yourself more presentable.
By the time you step back into the living room, changed into your new loungewear – an oversized sweater and a pair of shorts – and a light layer of makeup, your heartbeat has still not quite calmed down.
And then you nearly jump out of your skin.
There, just beyond the glass, Valko is already waiting outside on the balcony.
Your hand flies to your chest before you let out a quiet breath, your nerves settling almost as quickly as they spiked. What did you expect? Of course he used the balcony again, like it is a perfectly normal substitute for a front door.
You step closer and slide the door open. Before he can even get a word out, you point toward the entryway and try your best to sound serious.
“You need to immediately take off your shoes and put them by the front door like any other normal person would.”
A grin pulls at his mouth, and a soft chuckle slips from him as he steps inside. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” you say, with as much dignity as you can manage, even though you already feel far too giddy to properly stay in character. “Those are the rules.”
He does exactly as he’s told, walking over to the front door to slip off his shoes and leave them neatly where they should be.
You don’t really get a chance to say anything before he closes the distance between you and pulls you into a hug.
It’s warm and almost a little too tight, the kind of hug that steals your breath for a second, but you don’t care, not when his arms are around you like this. You tuck your face against his chest, breathing him in, and something in your chest loosens.
You missed this. Two weeks wasn’t even that long, but the moment his arms close around you, it hits you how much you’d been craving this exact feeling. The solid warmth of his body, the way he hugs like he means it, the faint familiar scent of his skin.
You squeeze him a little tighter, hoping he can’t feel how reluctant you are to let go.
“I missed you,” he murmurs against the top of your head.
A smile presses against his chest.
“I’m happy to hear that,” you say softly.
His arms loosen just enough for him to pull back and look at you, though his hands still linger at your waist.
“Only happy to hear that?” he asks, head tilting just a little. “You didn’t miss me at all?”
Your heart gives another hard, hopeless thud.
With the way he is looking at you, warm and teasing and still standing too close, it’s hard to hold onto any version of coolness for very long. So you say nothing, only glance away as if that will somehow hide the fact that your pulse is stumbling all over itself.
When he finally lets you go, the loss of his warmth feels immediate. His gaze flickers over you. It’s brief, almost nothing at all, but you catch it anyway – the quick dip of his eyes, the split-second pause that lingers just a touch too long before he looks back up.
Heat stirs low in your stomach.
If he noticed the bare stretch of your legs beneath the sweater, he does not say it.
Then his gaze drifts past you, over the living room.
You follow it, and only then do you properly take in the small signs of the last two days still scattered around the apartment. It’s not a mess, but it’s enough to make you realize, with a small jolt of horror, that while you had been busy changing, fixing your face, and deciding whether those shorts were too much, it had not once occurred to you to make the place look more presentable.
Valko glances back at you, amusement already tugging at his mouth. “You really made yourself at home.”
You stare at him.
Then at the open suitcase, then back at him.
“I – ” You stop, because there is truly no dignified recovery from this. “I just got back.”
His laugh is soft and boyish, bright with amusement, and before you can fumble your way into a proper defense, his hand comes up to rest lightly on your shoulder.
“I’m teasing,” he says. “Relax.”
Something in your chest loosens at once, though the embarrassment still lingers warm at your cheeks.
“You’re annoying,” you mutter, without much conviction.
He only grins and walks past you toward the sofa, entirely too pleased with himself, and drops down onto it, one arm spreading along the backrest.
You stand there for a second, trying not to think about the fact that he’s in your apartment, at almost one in the morning. Instead of sitting down beside him, you linger on your feet and start folding the few clothes left draped over the armchair, because you need something to do with your hands.
For a little while, the conversation comes easily – you ask him what he was doing up so late, and he tells you he got caught up researching something and lost track of time, and then he asks you how the trip was. As you smooth one of the shirts between your hands, you tell him that it was beautiful, that you enjoyed it more than you expected, that you and your friends managed to explore a few cities in between all the wedding preparations, though by the end of it you were exhausted from helping with everything. Even so, you admit that it had been worth it, because seeing your friend that happy, that deeply in love, had made all of it feel strangely tender and a little overwhelming in the best way.
The words trail off there for a second, because the memory rises too clearly, your friend smiling through tears, music drifting through warm evening air, the soft gold of the lights, the feeling of standing just outside someone else’s happiness and being moved by it anyway. You pause with the folded fabric still in your hands. When you look up, Valko is already watching you in that way of his that makes it seem like he notices more than he lets on.
So you shake yourself out of it before the moment can linger too long, and with a softer laugh, you steer the conversation somewhere lighter, telling him that the food alone had probably been worth the trip, and that you would have enjoyed it even more if you had not managed to spill some of it on your dress before the night was over.
“That’s a shame,” he says. “You looked beautiful.”
A soft flutter moves through your stomach, and for a brief second, you remember the small rush of giddiness you felt earlier when the notification popped up and you saw that he had liked the photo. Heat rise to your cheeks. “Thank you,” you murmur.
You clear your throat softly and glance toward the suitcase.
“Oh, right,” you say. “I almost forgot.”
His brows lift a little as you cross the room and crouch beside the half-open case, pushing aside a few last things until your fingers find what you had tucked in carefully. When you straighten again, you are holding a small sachet of dried flowers and a box of chocolates.
Valko watches you come back toward him, his expression shifting into mild confusion. “What’s that?”
You stop in front of him and hold the two things out. “A gift for you,” you say, “The flowers are from a little shop near where we stayed,” you explain. “They smelled really good, and they made me think of you. And the chocolates are from a local chocolaterie.”
A quiet breath leaves him, almost like a laugh, though there is something more touched than amused in it.
“That’s... really nice of you,” he says. “Thank you.”
You shrug. “It’s nothing.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not nothing.”
Before you can answer, he reaches for you.
His hand catches your wrist gently and tugs you closer, and the next thing you know, you are half stumbling onto the sofa as he pulls you down beside him and gathers you into another hug, and a startled little laugh slips out of you.
His cheek brushes your temple, and then his lips do too. “You’re sweet,” he murmurs.
For a moment, you simply let yourself stay there, tucked against him on the sofa.
“So,” he says, leaning back, “are you feeling sleepy yet?”
You shake your head. “Not at all. I’m wide awake.”
His gaze lifts toward the digital clock on the wall, and the faint crease that appears between his brows makes you want to laugh a little. “It’s past one,” he says, glancing back at you. “That’s a problem.”
You tilt your head. “Is it?”
“Yes,” he says, with enough seriousness to make the corners of your mouth twitch. “It is. We need to get you to sleep.”
Your lips pull into a small pout. “But you said you wanted to keep me company.”
His expression softens with amusement. “I do want to keep you company, but you should really get your sleep sorted out.”
The pout lingers, growing just enough to make him narrow his eyes at you like he already knows you are about to be difficult on purpose.
“So you said you missed me, and now you’re trying to get me to go to sleep. Rude.”
Valko looks ready to answer right away, but then he stops. His mouth closes again, and something shifts in his expression – a glint of mischief appears in his eyes so suddenly and so familiarly that you know you’re in trouble.
“Oh,” he says slowly, his grin beginning to spread, “so that’s what this is?”
Heat starts rising before you even know where he is going with it.
“Are you saying you missed me too?” His smile widens. “You just want to spend more time with me. Is that what you’re saying?”
Your whole face goes hot.
For a moment, you can only stare at him, feeling the burn spread across your cheeks as your mouth opens and closes once, then again, with absolutely nothing useful coming out. Valko’s grin only widens at your silence, clearly delighted with himself, and before he can say anything worse, you reach up and grab his cheeks between your fingers, squishing them without mercy.
“Ow, ow, ow,” he protests, though the laugh in his voice ruins any real attempt at sounding injured. “No need for violence!”
You let go, trying to look far less flustered than you feel, while he rubs at his cheeks with both hands and gives you a faint little pout that does nothing to make him less smug.
“Well,” you say, refusing to let him have the last word so easily, “you’re awake at this hour too, so why don’t you go to sleep?”
He leans back into the sofa, still rubbing one cheek as if you have truly wounded him, and lets out a thoughtful hum. “You know,” he says after a moment, “you’re right. The research I was doing didn’t help. My brain is still working through it, so I should probably try to relax too.”
His gaze drifts around the apartment then, over the sofa, the blankets, the cushions, and when he looks back at you, there is something almost casual in the way he says, “I can stay here, if you want. I can sleep over and take the sofa. Your apartment is cozy, after all.”
Your heart gives a quick, sudden flutter.
Then he pauses, glances toward the half-open suitcase by the wall, and adds with a grin, “Even with all this mess around.”
You smack his shoulder and he only laughs, like he had been waiting for exactly that reaction.
“Well,” you say, trying, and failing, to hide your smile, “if you think the sofa will be comfortable enough, then sure. You can stay over.”
Before he can find something else to tease you about, you pat your hands against your thighs and start to stand up. “Okay, then,” you say sweetly, already turning away. “Goodnight.”
Valko’s hand catches your waist before you get more than halfway up, stopping you without any real effort. A soft, amused laugh escapes him, like he knows exactly what you’re doing.
“No, no, no,” he says, gently pulling you back down beside him. “Now we both have to help each other fall asleep.”
You glance at him, unable to keep your smile from slipping through. “Oh, so that’s how it is?”
“That’s exactly how it is.”
Valko grabs the blanket you’d been using and spreads it over both of you. “We can watch whatever you had on,” he says, nodding toward the TV.
You settle deeper into the sofa, close enough that your knee brushes his beneath the blanket. For a while, neither of you says much. Then, slowly, his arm slips along the back of the sofa and curls around your shoulders, drawing you gently against his side – and you can’t help but lean into him.
At one point, you see him nuzzle lightly into the blanket – that sweet, familiar habit of his that always made you smile.
The episode plays on. A few small comments pass between you, easy and low, but gradually his body grows heavier against yours. His head tips until it rests lightly on top of yours, and his breathing slows into deep, even breaths.
You go still, listening.
A smile tugs at your lips when you carefully tilt your head to glance up at him.
His eyes are closed.
So much for his very serious plan.
Carefully, so you do not jostle him too much, you lift a hand and give his arm a small nudge. “Hey,” you murmur. “You’re gonna hurt your neck like that.”
He makes a soft sound first, then shifts against you, his cheek brushing against your hair before his eyes crack open only halfway. There is a moment where he looks thoroughly confused, caught between sleep and waking, and then his brows draw together faintly as if he is trying to remember where he is.
“Hey…” he mumbles, voice drowsy. “I’m supposed to be the one helping you sleep.”
“You’re doing a terrible job,” you whisper back, smiling as you say it.
He exhales a sleepy, half-formed laugh and instead of pulling away, sinks closer, his arm tightening around you.
You stay quiet for a moment, letting the comfortable silence settle between you. Then Valko’s voice breaks it, barely more than a murmur when he asks, “Did you miss me?”
The question is simple, stripped of any teasing. For a second, you just look at him – at his sleepy face, at the hopeful, searching look in his eyes.
“Yes,” you say softly. “I did.”
His arm tightens just slightly around you.
“I was really happy to see you tonight,” you add after a moment. “I know it was only two weeks, but it felt longer than that. And with everything getting busy again soon...” You trail off, then glance up at him. “I just wanted a little more time with you, I guess.”
Valko is quiet for a moment, his thumb brushing slowly against your side. Then he shifts slightly, turning more toward you. His gaze drops to your lips for a heartbeat before returning to your eyes, and the air between you feels suddenly heavier, sweeter.
His other hand lifts slowly, and when it settles against your upper back, the touch sends a small shiver through you. Then his hand slides higher, fingers spreading gently at the back of your head, cradling you there. You feel yourself drift closer, and he does the same.
Then his lips press against yours.
The kiss is soft and warm and careful. You melt into him. One of your hands holds onto the fabric of his hoodie, your body pressing closer of its own accord as happiness blooms through you so suddenly and so completely it almost feels unreal.
When your lips part, neither of you moves far.
Then he looks at you again, his gaze is softer than before but clearer too.
“I like you too much to pretend this is nothing,” he says, his voice soft and unguarded. He holds your gaze for another second. “Tell me if this is what you want too.”
Your answer comes easily. “I do.”
A small smile touches his mouth, sweet and a little disbelieving.
Then you lean in and kiss him again.
The hand at the back of your neck stays steady as he kisses you, and when your fingers slide from his chest to curl around the back of his neck, his breath catches softly against your mouth.
His mouth parts against yours, and when your tongues meet, the sensation is warm, slow, and so intimate it makes a deep shiver run through you. The slide is unhurried at first – soft, wet strokes that make heat bloom low in your belly. His tongue brushes against yours in ways that make your toes curl and your thoughts melt away. Then he gently catches your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a soft, teasing nibble before soothing it with another slow pass of his tongue.
You make a small, helpless sound into his mouth, pressing closer, and he answers with a low hum that vibrates through you. The kiss grows deeper, more consuming, but never rushed – every stroke of his tongue leaves you dizzy, aching in the best way, your body melting even further into his hold.
When the kiss finally breaks, you stay curled against him, forehead resting lightly against his, your breaths still uneven.
Neither of you moves for a long moment.
Then you pull back to look at him. “The sofa’s not that comfortable. You can… sleep in the bed with me. If you want.”
His eyes soften, that small smile returning. “I’d like that. A lot.”
While he heads to the bathroom, you slip into your bedroom and freeze for a second. The bed is still a mess from earlier – clothes scattered everywhere from when you’d frantically tried on different loungewear before he arrived – your cheeks burn at the evidence of how much you’d wanted to look nice for him.
You move fast, scooping everything up in armfuls and jamming the pile into your closet. Then you quickly change into your own pajamas: a loose shirt and flowy shorts. From the back of your closet, you pull out the biggest oversized t-shirt you own, with a goofy graphic and a band’s name splashed across the front.
By the time Valko returns from the bathroom, you’re already settled on the now-tidied bed, heart fluttering.
You hold the oversized shirt out to him. “Here. It’s the biggest one I have.”
He takes it from you, eyes crinkling with amusement as he reads the front. “Nice choice,” he teases. “Didn’t know you were a fan.”
You roll your eyes. “Shut up and just put it on.”
Instead of stepping out, Valko stays right there in front of you. With that easy confidence of his, he reaches back and tugs the hoodie off in one smooth motion. The movement pulls his t-shirt up slightly underneath, revealing a glimpse of his toned stomach and the sharp cut of his hips before the fabric falls back into place. He peels that off too, and for a moment you forget how to breathe.
Broad shoulders, the hard strength of his arms and chest that you’ve felt against you so many times, now fully on display in the soft glow of your bedroom lamp. Your gaze traces the lines of his body before you can stop yourself, lingering on the way his muscles shift as he unfolds the oversized shirt, then dipping lower to the faint trail of hair on his lower stomach.
Then he unbuttons his jeans.
The soft sound of the zipper feels impossibly loud in the quiet room. He pushes them down his hips and steps out of them, leaving him in just his boxers. The fabric clings to the firm lines of his thighs and the unmistakable outline underneath, and your face burns. You know you should look away, but you can’t.
Valko catches you staring.
A knowing smile curves his mouth, “Enjoying the show?”
You immediately avert your gaze. “No.”
You turn off the last light and climb into bed.
He chuckles softly and finally pulls the t-shirt over his head. A moment later he joins you, pulling the blanket over both of you as he settles on his side facing you.
For a second, you just look at each other in the low glow of moonlight from the window. Then he reaches out, sliding an arm around your waist and drawing you closer until your bodies press together again.
“You okay?” he asks softly, the same careful warmth in his voice from earlier.
You nod, tucking your face against his chest, breathing him in. “Yeah.”
He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head… then another to your forehead… then, when you tilt your face up, to your lips.
This kiss starts slow and sweet, like the first one, but the closeness of the bed changes everything. Your hands find his chest again, sliding over the soft, worn fabric of your own shirt on him. He tastes like toothpaste, and the warmth of his body pressed against yours under the covers makes your head spin. One of your hands drifts up to the back of his neck, fingers threading gently into his hair, while his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you even closer until your legs tangle together.
A soft sound escapes you when his hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, palm warm and broad against the bare skin of your lower back. The touch is gentle, almost reverent, but it sends a slow shiver through you all the same. He pauses there, thumb stroking small circles against your spine, as if checking whether you want him to stop.
When you press closer instead, he lets his hand explore further, sliding up the curve of your back, mapping the warmth of your skin like he’s been wanting to do this for just as long as you have.
The kiss breaks only so you can both catch your breath, but his mouth doesn’t go far. He trails soft, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, then lower to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. When his teeth graze there lightly, your breath hitches.
“Still okay?” he whispers, voice husky now, lips brushing your skin with every word.
“Yes,” you manage, a little breathless. “Don’t stop.”
Valko makes a low, pleased sound deep in his chest. His hands slide to your waist, and with gentle strength he rolls you both over so you’re on top. He helps you settle, guiding your legs until you’re straddling his hips.
For a moment you brace yourself on your hands, hovering just slightly above him. Your heart is racing – nervous, excited, and suddenly worried about settling your full weight on top of him.
Valko looks up at you. One of his hands stays on your hip while the other smooths slowly up your back.
“Come here…” he murmurs. “All of you.”
When you hesitate for half a second, he adds gently, “Just relax.”
Carefully, you lower yourself until your full weight rests on him. The moment your chest presses fully against his, a quiet sigh escapes both of you. He feels so solid beneath you – the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his skin, the firm strength of his body supporting yours so easily. Your legs settle on either side of his hips, and the intimate press of him right between your thighs makes heat bloom low in your belly.
Valko’s arms wrap around you immediately, one hand splaying wide across your lower back, the other sliding up between your shoulder blades to hold you closer. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck with a deep inhale, breathing you in.
For a long moment you just stay like that – bodies aligned, hearts beating against each other. Then he gently nudges your face with his, and you tilt your head down to meet him.
His lips move against yours, and when the kiss deepens, it happens gradually – tongues brushing, mouths opening wider, breaths growing a little heavier. The weight of you on top of him, the way your bodies fit together so completely, makes everything feel more intense. You can feel the hard line of him pressed right against your core, and the sensation sends little sparks of pleasure through you with every tiny movement.
Still a little shy, still a little uncertain, you roll your hips in one slow, experimental movement. The friction drags right where you need it most, pulling a soft, involuntary sound from your throat. Valko groans – low, rough, and completely unguarded – the sound vibrating against your mouth. His arms tighten around you instantly, and the way he pulls you down against him makes it clear just how much he felt that.
“Fuck…” he breathes against your lips. “Do that again.”
Emboldened by his reaction, you roll your hips again, grinding down against him. The pleasure sparks sharper, deeper. You can feel every inch of him through the thin layers of fabric separating you, and the way his body responds – the way he twitches underneath you – makes your stomach flutter.
Valko meets you on the next roll. He rocks his hips up into yours in a slow, deep rhythm, pressing firmly against your core with each movement. His hold on you never loosens – he keeps you flush against his chest, bodies moving together in a slow, rolling grind.
The kiss grows sloppier, hotter – tongues slide deeper, mouths open wider, little wet sounds mixing with your shared breathing. You feel his heartbeat hammering against yours.
“You feel so good on top of me,” he murmurs. “Keep moving just like that, baby.”
Valko’s hands are everywhere. One stays anchored on your hip, guiding your movements, while the other slips under your pajama shirt, palming the soft skin of your back, then sliding down to squeeze your ass. He pulls you down harder against him on every roll, making sure you feel exactly how hard he is.
Then his hand moves between your bodies.
He presses two fingers against the front of your shorts, right over your core. The moment he touches you, you realize just how soaked you are. The fabric is warm and damp, clinging to you, and the pressure of his fingers makes the wetness even more obvious. A flush of embarrassed heat rushes through you, but it only makes you ache more.
Valko groans deeply into your mouth, the sound raw. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs. He rubs slow circles over the soaked fabric, pressing just right against your clit through the layers. The sensation makes your hips jerk, a sharp little whimper escaping you.
He pulls back from the kiss just enough to look at you, breathing hard. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, but there’s a flicker of hesitation there too. His throat works as he swallows, and when he speaks, his voice has the slightest tremble in it.
“Still okay?” he asks, fingers still gently pressing against your soaked shorts. He pauses, searching your face. “Can I…?”
You nod quickly, cheeks burning. “Yeah,” you whisper, barely audible. “Please.”
A soft, relieved breath escapes him.
He shifts just enough to reach between you. With one hand, he tugs his boxers down far enough to free himself, his cock springing up hot and heavy against your inner thigh. With the other, he hooks his fingers into the crotch of your pajama shorts and panties, tugging the soaked fabric to the side. The cool air hits your slick, exposed folds for only a second before the blunt, burning heat of his tip presses right against your entrance.
The slight sting of his girth against your sensitive opening makes you inhale sharply. Still, your thighs tremble as you fight the instinct to sink down all at once.
Valko’s eyes never leave your face. His breath is shaky, his grip on your hip almost bruising as he visibly holds himself back from thrusting up.
“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and strained. “Just relax… I’ve got you. Trust me.”
He rocks his hips up in the tiniest, careful movement, letting just the head slip inside you. The stretch is intense – a burning, aching fullness that makes your mouth fall open on a quiet, broken sound. You feel every thick inch as he slowly works you open, his eyes locked on yours the entire time, watching every flicker of sensation across your face.
Another shallow thrust, and he sinks a little deeper. His hand on your hip keeps guiding you down slowly, patiently, even as his own breath trembles and a low groan escapes his lips. You can feel how much he’s holding back – the tension in his arms, the way his fingers dig into your skin, the way his cock twitches inside you with the effort of going slow.
He presses his forehead to yours, nuzzling your nose, his voice dropping to a whisper between heavy breaths.
“Just a little more… that’s it. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
He keeps guiding you with those slow, shallow thrusts, working himself deeper. Each gentle push stretches you further, the thick heat of him dragging against your walls in a way that makes your breath hitch and your fingers curl against his shoulders. The slight sting is still there, but it’s slowly melting into something warmer, fuller, more overwhelming.
Finally, with one last careful roll of his hips, he bottoms out completely.
A soft, broken sound escapes you as he fills you to the hilt. Your walls flutter around him, clenching instinctively at the overwhelming sensation of being so completely taken.
Valko goes very still beneath you, breathing hard against your neck.
He whispers your name. “Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
You take a shaky breath, then nod against his shoulder, melting a little more in his embrace. “I’m okay,” you murmur, voice soft and a little breathless.
The tension in his body eases at your words. He pulls you even closer, if that’s possible, until there isn’t a single inch of space left between your bodies. Your breasts press against his chest, your stomach against his, your thighs snug around his hips.
“Just stay like this for a moment,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear. “Let me feel you… all of you.”
You melt into him completely.
He starts kissing you again – first pressing his lips to yours, tender and sweet. Then to your flushed cheek. Then along the line of your jaw. When he reaches your neck, he lingers there, nuzzling into the sensitive skin with a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of you as his lips trail soft, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your throat. Every kiss sends warm little sparks through your body, making you shiver and clench around him.
You feel completely surrounded by him. He makes you feel soft and safe and wanted in a way you’ve never quite felt before.
After a few long, still moments of just feeling each other, Valko starts to move.
He rolls his hips up in one slow thrust, pressing himself even deeper inside you. The drag of his thick length against your walls pulls a shaky moan from your throat. He does it again, and again – careful but steady, letting you feel every inch as he fills you completely with each roll.
You start moving with him.
Your hips begin to roll in a slow rhythm, grinding down to meet his upward thrusts. The pace is yours, and he lets you set it. Every time you sink down onto him, his cock grazes all the right spots inside you, sending sparks of sharp pleasure through your core. You can feel how wet you are – how your slick coats him completely, making every slide smoother, wetter, hotter. You angle your hips just right so that with every downward roll, your clit grinds against his pelvis. The added friction makes your thighs tremble. Pleasure builds fast and heavy, coiling tight in your belly with every movement.
You can’t stop looking at him.
Even in the low, dim light of your bedroom, he looks devastating. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark with lust, but locked on your face like he doesn’t want to miss a single detail. His lips are parted and glistening, soft groans and quiet curses falling from them every time you sink down on him. His hair is slightly messy from your fingers, and the way his jaw clenches when you roll your hips harder makes your heart stutter.
You roll your hips faster, chasing that building pleasure with every grind of your clit against his pelvis and every deep stroke of his cock inside you. The slick sounds of your bodies meeting grow louder, wetter with every movement. Your walls flutter and clench around his thick length, coating him even more with your arousal as the pressure inside you coils tighter and tighter.
A broken moan of his name slips from your lips – “Valko...” – raw and needy. The sound of it makes your cheeks burn – you feel suddenly exposed like this, riding him so shamelessly, your voice sounding so desperate, your body moving on instinct. The wave of pleasure is cresting dangerously close, and the intensity of it makes you shy for a moment.
You duck your head, hiding your face in the warm crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you keep rolling your hips.
You know Valko notices. Instead of pulling you back, he cradles the back of your head with one large hand. His voice is full of affection as he murmurs against your ear.
“You can stay right here, sweetheart. Just feel it… That’s it. Come for me.”
His words, the steady praise mixed with the way he keeps thrusting up to meet your rolling hips, push you right over the edge.
With one more deep grind of your hips, your orgasm crashes through you. Pleasure surges hot and overwhelming, ripping a muffled, trembling cry from your throat against his neck. Your walls clamp down hard around his cock, pulsing and fluttering. Your thighs shake, slick gushing around him as you come hard, soaking his length and pelvis. Valko groans deeply, the sound vibrating against your chest, and holds you even tighter, his hips still moving with yours – slow, deep rolls that help you ride out every last pulse of pleasure.
Your hips gradually slow, then finally still as the last ripples of your orgasm fade into a warm, glowing haze. You stay draped over him, breathing hard against his neck, your heart still racing wildly in your chest.
After a few long seconds, you finally gather the courage to lift your head from its hiding place. Your face is glistening with sweat, your cheeks are burning, your hair slightly messy as you meet his gaze. You’re still catching your breath, lips parted, eyes a little dazed.
When your eyes lock, the intense heat in Valko’s gaze melts into something more tender. A small, gentle smile curves his lips as he looks up at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. The hand that had been cradling the back of your head slides forward to graze your cheek with his thumb, stroking it with slow affection.
“There you are…” he murmurs, voice low and fond. “Hi, pretty girl.”
He searches your face for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, thumb continuing its gentle caress. “Do you want to keep going?”
You feel a sheepish little smile tug at your lips. You nod, still a bit breathless, cheeks warming even more under his attentive gaze.
“Yes,” you whisper.
His smile deepens, soft and warm. “You want me to take over?”
You nod again, a little quicker this time. “Yes, please.”
Valko’s gaze lingers on your face for a moment, an almost reverent smile curving his lips as he takes in the sight of you in front of him.
“Just relax for me,” he whispers against your temple, pressing a lingering kiss there. “Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”
After you nod, Valko doesn’t waste another second.
He captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss as he begins to move beneath you. His hips roll up in long thrusts, driving his thick cock deeper into your soaked heat with every stroke. One arm stays locked around your back, pressing your chest flush against his, while his other hand keeps your shorts and underwear tugged to the side so he can fuck you properly.
He keeps kissing you through it – slow and messy, tongues sliding together as his pace gradually picks up. His breath grows heavier against your lips, and between kisses he whispers –
“Am I doing good? Tell me… fuck, I need to hear it.”
You’re already losing yourself in the rhythm of his thrusts, the way his cock stretches and fills you so perfectly. The answer slips out of you in a hazy, breathless mumble, half-coherent and soaked in pleasure.
“You feel so good…” you moan, voice breaking. “Fuck – you’re so big… filling me up so deep…”
Valko groans loudly at your words, the sound low and guttural. His grip on you tightens, and his thrusts grow a little harder, a little faster, driving up into you with more purpose. The wet slap of skin on skin grows louder as he fucks you deeper, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot with devastating precision.
“Yeah? You like how deep I’m fucking you?” he rasps against your lips, voice thick with lust. “You’re taking me so well… so wet and tight around my cock. I could stay buried in you forever.”
You whimper at his filthy words, clenching hard around him. He keeps that perfect rhythm, holding you close, kissing you like he never wants to stop, while his cock drives into you again and again, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once more.
You can feel him starting to throb inside you, his rhythm beginning to falter as he gets closer to the edge. His thrusts grow a little rougher, a little more desperate.
He must feel how you’re close too, because your hips have started moving on their own, grinding down to meet every thrust. His breath stutters against your mouth.
“You close again, baby?” he groans, voice strained and low. “Fuck… I can feel you squeezing me so tight.”
You nod frantically, whimpering as another wave of pleasure builds fast and hot. “Yes – I’m close… please, Valko, go faster – ”
He clenches his jaw, a deep, guttural sound escaping him as he tries to hold back. His hips snap up harder, but you can tell he’s right on the edge.
“I’m too close,” he rasps, almost apologetic, still fucking you deep and steady. “If I go faster, I’m not gonna last – ”
“It’s okay,” you breathe, voice trembling with need as you roll your hips down to take him even deeper. “It’s fine, just – don’t stop. Please.”
Valko lets out a wrecked moan, his grip on you tightening almost painfully. He buries his face in your neck for a second, breathing you in, then pulls back just enough to look at you with dark, desperate eyes.
“Where can I finish?” he asks, voice hoarse and filthy. “Where do you want me?”
Without hesitation, still grinding down on his cock, you whisper against his lips –
“Inside. I want you to come inside me.”
Valko’s control finally snaps.
With a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt in a few hard, fast thrusts. You feel every powerful spurt as he fills you up, warm and wet, his cock twitching deep in your pussy while he keeps rolling his hips in sloppy thrusts, pushing his release even deeper.
The sensation of him coming inside you sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through you. You’re right on the edge again, but you stay still for him, letting him use you however he needs, your body soft and pliant on top of his as he rides out the last pulses of his orgasm.
Then he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, voice wrecked and breathless.
“Move, baby… don’t stop. Chase it. I want to feel you come on my cock again.”
You hesitate for half a second, worried it might be too much for him, but he doesn’t let you overthink it. His hands grip your hips firmly and start guiding you, encouraging you to roll and grind on him again.
You nod, eyes locked with his, and start moving.
You ride him through the mess, feeling his warm cum leak out of you with every roll of your hips, slick and obscene, coating both of you. His cock is still hard inside you, but you can feel how oversensitive he is now – the way he twitches and throbs helplessly with every movement, like it’s almost too much.
He meets your rhythm with shallow, desperate thrusts, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. His eyes stay locked on yours, heavy-lidded and burning, even as his breath turns ragged and broken.
Valko groans, low and wrecked. “That’s it… fuck, just like that,” he rasps, voice tight and strained. “Come on my cock, baby – you’re squeezing me so fucking tight… Good girl, so fucking good…”
It doesn’t take long.
Pleasure slams into you harder this time. You come with a trembling, broken cry, your walls clamping down around his oversensitive cock as another orgasm rips through you. The feeling of his cum leaking out around him with every pulse makes everything wetter, filthier, messier. Slick and cum mix between you as you grind down on him, thighs shaking violently.
This time you don’t hide your face. You stay right there, eyes locked with his, letting him see every second of it – the way your lips part on a silent gasp, the way your whole body shudders and tightens around him.
“Fuck – yes, baby… look at you,” he groans, voice slurred and desperate. “So fucking pretty when you come… good girl…”
His wrecked praise sends a fresh wave of heat through you, drawing out the pleasure for a few more trembling seconds. Then the intense peak of your orgasm slowly fades, leaving you utterly spent. You collapse completely on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest as you try to catch your breath. Your body feels heavy, hot, and spent in the best possible way. Valko’s arms wrap around you, holding you close as he stays buried deep inside you, his cock still twitching with the last aftershocks. Neither of you makes any move to separate.
You nuzzle back into the crook of his neck, breathing in the comforting mix of his skin, sweat, and your own scent on him. His hands move slowly over your back in long, soothing strokes, fingertips tracing gentle patterns along your spine.
For a long while, you simply rest like that – tangled together, hearts slowing down, his warmth surrounding you completely.
Eventually, his voice breaks the comfortable silence, low and gentle against your ear.
“You okay?” he asks, still stroking your back. “Feeling alright?”
You manage a small nod against his neck, too tired and floaty to form proper words. A tiny, satisfied hum is all you can offer.
He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath you.
After a few more quiet, peaceful minutes, you finally shift. You slowly push yourself up on shaky arms and lift your hips. The moment he slips out of you, a low, disappointed groan escapes Valko’s throat. The sound is so genuine that you can’t help but let out a soft, breathless chuckle.
“We should probably clean up,” you murmur, still smiling.
He nods, but there’s a playful pout in his expression. Before you can move away, he cups your face with both hands and pulls you down into a slow, sweet kiss. It’s softer than anything that came before – gentle, lingering, and full of affection. When he pulls back, his thumbs brush over your cheeks, and his eyes are warm and tender in the afterglow.
“You feeling sleepy now?” he asks, a hint of playful teasing in his tone.
You let out a soft, embarrassed little laugh. The reality of everything that just happened is starting to settle in, making your cheeks warm all over again.
“Yeah… I think I am,” you admit.
He chuckles quietly, but then that familiar warm smile returns as he pulls you back down into his embrace. He presses a lingering kiss to the top of your head.
“I never want to let you go.” He whispers.
You melt into him again, letting yourself stay there for a moment longer, tucked safely in his arms. As his fingers keep moving gently over your skin, all you can think is that you want more of this – more nights that end with him holding you close, more stolen hours together, more of his laughter, to feel his warm hands, to see his eyes that always soften when they find yours.
holding you by the hands: you know that the "you" in a 2nd person pov isn't literally you right? you know that even in a "reader insert" story it is still a character, right? you recognize that because they are not actually you they may make choices different from the one that you would make for the sake fo the story, right? you know that? you know that the only "you" that exists in the context of the story is the you that is reading it? right?
