The Secret Grotto

Jae | 33 | She/Her | Bi/Demi | Pisces | Perpetually Tired. Fluffy Blanket and Asahi Obsessed.

[cocoaxia]

★ — 5/5 !

summary: in which you’re dating valko + experience a few different scenarios with him.

notes: all of these are prompts i’ve already done for the other 5 lis w/ the same titles! all of these are gender neutral and pretty fluffy + a few mentions of sexual acts here and there so MDNI / NSFW but that’s it ^^

p.s. og links can be found on my masterlist (- -)(_ _) i hope you enjoy RAHHHHHHH ty to everyone who requested these for valko. it was hard to narrow down but these were the most popular read SO !!!

guilty pleasure

in which the valko (accidentally) eats aphrodisiac sweets.

target locked

in which valko reacts to you being hit on by another guy.

ragebait

in which you attempt to ragebait valko.

three’s a crowd

in which you ask valko if he’s ever considered a threesome.

under wraps

in which you ask about valko’s condom size.

a/n: these were silly and basic but i wanted to do more valko so…yay…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)

© cocoaxia

[deltamel]

KNOT YOURS! valko x f!reader

After your rocky first meeting with the EonCore Tech Chairman and head of the werewolf clan, a cursory scan of your Hunter's Watch database tells you that werewolves, like their animal counterpart, mate for life. Unfortunately, this doesn't explain why Valko wants to mate with a human—you.

CONTENT: 18+, hybrid x human, knotting, scent kink/scenting, enemies to lovers except valko has never once considered you his enemy, oversized puppy-coded valko, mildly-tsundere reader, fated mates, manhandling, size difference, one line breeding kink mention, 5.3k words.

MEL'S NOTE: as a little girl, i always knew i wanted a werewolf for my fated soulmate. (aka valko's trailer dropped, i wrote over 4k words, got interrupted by my period lmao, and then infold decided to slime him a few days later. it felt wrong to let this fic rot away in my drafts, so... here it is lol. rip valko. you will be very missed, sweet puppy! i wish we could've met you TᴖT)

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The forest is surprisingly comfortable.

You didn't expect it, given how your own experiences with the wilderness have been limited to missions and wanderer-hunting, with very little time to appreciate the beauty of nature when you're fighting for your life.

But it is… Beautiful.

Deep, viridian-covered branches tangle together high above your head and form a dense canopy, letting through only a smattering of sunlight, much like stars dotting a night sky. Somewhere off to your right, a family of birds sink to each other. You can't help but wonder what they're saying as you breathe in deep lungfuls of air so clean you could cry. And beneath your back, the floor is soft. Not mattress-soft or brushed-cotton-soft. But spongey and forgiving, a bed of leaves cushioning your spine like one would cradle a babe.

You wonder if Valko picked this spot on purpose. If he knows every square inch of this forest and decided to fuck you here. Where the earth feels kind. Where your noises tangle together until they become part of the forest's symphony, indistinguishable from the crying animal you can hear in the distance, or the gentle thrush of dancing branches. Valko called the forest "his" when he found you. Not his home, not his territory... Just his. As though everything from the dirt in the cracks of your shoes to the skyward-reaching boughs were drawn forth from his very being.

You wonder, too, if any part of the forest could be yours. If you ask, would he let you own a part of him? A tree to name as though a person, a free-flying bird to clutch in your palm, a patch of bright flowers to doze in.

A fool's dream.

Because, while only a matter of days has passed since your first meeting, you've been reliving the memory of it in horror, when caught on the brink of wakefulness and sleep. The feeling of his large body giving way to you and hitting the dusty ground, supine. You—triumphant in every way, straddled atop him like an animal.

Then, worse.

Much worse.

Valko's face beside yours. The agonisingly pleasant drag of his nose behind your ear. A deep inhale—guttered like a candle flame, followed by a disbelieving, "Your scent..."—entirely impossible to forget. The whole interaction set your head spinning. So wrongly intimate in the middle of a battlefield, his every touch melting down into reverence where he held you against him. And each time you recall the memory, your reaction is different.

One time, you push him away as soon as his hold tightens, scrambling to your feet, features marred with disgust.

Another, you grab the burgundy hair at his nape and smash your mouth into his.

Only this morning, did you press the barrel of your pistol against his temple and threaten to pull the trigger.

In reality, however, you didn't fight back. You didn't reciprocate, either. You merely just let him touch you, smell you, hold you like a lover and not an enemy he'd met all of ten minutes prior.

Shame rushes to meet you as though the dam of your resistance has finally crumbled. Because here you are—beneath Valko. Drawn in by his claims of "fated mates" and big, puppy dog eyes. On another mission entirely, yet you were hunted down within minutes of your arrival in his territory.

You tried to resist.

Sort of.

But deep inside you, there was a pull. A string tied around your heart. Pulled just enough to make you take a step forward towards him. Another. And another. Until you were grabbing desperately at his stupid, big shoulders and kissing him with a ferocity that surprised even you—as though you hadn't taken a breath since you left him, and the meeting of your lips was akin to surfacing from deep water. Valko handled you easily, didn't bat an eyelid at the familiar way you fell into him, and used all that irritating strength of his to swoop you up and bring you here.

Though where here is exactly, you wouldn't be able to say.

"You're such a big brute," you pant, a palm thumping at his shoulder blade like your anxious, horny energy has no other outlet but violence.

Sweat drips onto your cheek in lieu of a comeback. You flinch, grimacing, and then flinch again when you feel the sudden rush of arousal accompanying it. There's nothing sexy about an idiot who can't decide whether he wants to be a man or a wolf, and definitely nothing about the aforementioned idiot sweating all over you.

Valko drags his nose up. Sniffs behind your ear. Groans and thrusts into you deeper. "You smell so good, pup."

You groan, too, decidedly more annoyed than Valko. "Don't call me that! You're not even listening!"

"I am," he says, clearly distracted by the way you clench around him a second later. "Fuck... What are you doing to me?"

"I'm not doing—" You toss your head back onto the soft ground when he tilts his hips, hitting your g-spot with frightening accuracy. "—haaah-anything! You stupid dog!"

Valk's mouth dips immediately down into the cavern of your throat, tongue licking wet and hot up the rungs of your trachea. Your stomach swoops when you feel a faint scratch—almost like those canines of his are teasing your skin, sharp and gleaming, and able to tear your throat out in an instant.

"Wolf," he growls lowly.

"Whatever." Venom seeps back into your voice. You feel humiliated to have given in as easily as you did. Even more so at how capable Valko is of fucking any sane thought from your brain. "I don't think wolves are supposed to fuck humans."

Valko lets out a sharp rumble from deep in his chest. You can feel it reverberate straight through you, plastered to him as vines crawling up a dawn redwood would be.

"Pretty sure it's a— ngh! Violation of some animal welfare law."

"Werewolf," Valko corrects a heartbeat later, the point of an ear flicking against your chin.

You brace yourself when you feel another brush of pointy teeth, ready for them to sink into your flesh like a meal, overdue and mouthwatering. There would be no fight. None that you would win, anyhow.

Dragging a large, overheated palm down your flank, Valko slips it beneath your lower back. You have barely a second to guess at what he's attempting before you're unceremoniously lifted, hips inches from the ground, suspended there while he ruts into you. You gasp at the new angle, at the humiliating stretch of his thick cock pounding into your dripping cunt. A boot-covered foot lands on the back of his thigh. You can't help but hold on for dear life, even as your head swims with mortification.

You never do this—fuck someone you barely know.

A gasp. Eyelids fluttering as he strokes deep inside you. A big, shaggy tail thumping your shin rhythmically.

Is it always this good?

"You were looking for me," Valko murmurs into your sweaty neck.

Startled, you grab his shoulders and push. Valko lifts his head obediently. But, and here's the real kicker, he's fucking huge. Broad shoulders that cover half your vision when you tip your head down to stare at him incredulously. Thick, wide torso pinning you to the ground. You almost lose your nerve. But then he's panting in your face, breath hitting hot against your lips, and you have to say something, anything, or you'll end up kissing him again.

"No, I wasn't! I'm supposed to be—" a strangled moan "—on a mission. Finding a wanderer! Not..."

The end of your sentence eludes your fuzzy brain, as does any thought besides how Valko's stroke game might actually kill you.

Valko shakes his head, veering closer. You go cross-eyed. He bumps his forehead into yours, and the new point of contact is another fraying thread of your sanity, one more layering of molten arousal settling over your body like a suffocating fire blanket. You half-wonder if Valko has some special werewolf vision when he stares at you intently enough to frighten—if his vision isn't blurred like yours. If you look as stupidly fucked out as you feel right now, also.

Slowing his hips into a deep, torturous roll, he knocks his nose into yours playfully.

"Not you," he emphasises, and you feel his lips brush yours. A feather's kiss. Then, another hand—the one not hiking your hips incrementally higher by the second—slips beneath your nape, big fingers cupping the back of your head, a thumb stroking over the corner of your jaw. You almost moan, still baffled at his size. At the easy way he's moving you, and the sheer span of his hands, his shoulders, his hips. You swallow the incriminating noise instead. "Your soul. I could feel it, pup. Howling at me. Haah— Asking me to find you."

You exhale shakily. "You're crazy."

"Not crazy," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours firmer. He repeats himself, hushed yet solemn, "Not crazy."

You swallow the stone trapped in your throat. Feel it sink into your stomach with a final, echoing thump.

"I felt you. Different from how I feel you now."

Your lips part around a question before your brain has a chance to catch up. "What did you feel?"

"Hunger," comes Valko's immediate reply, as though he doesn't even have to think about it. As though he's telling the truth. "Loneliness. Hope. Confusion. Everything." Valko's voice drops into a raw note, like he's being flayed further open by each word he chooses to share, but he couldn't bear to keep them to himself despite it. "All of it."

You gasp, back arching up into the wall of his chest. Valko's fingertips dig into your lower back, and he pulls you up into him further, like it won't be enough until you climb inside his skin.

"Your soul was the deepest silence and the most beautiful song I've heard in my life."

Tears prick at your eyes, and your vitriol vanishes with enough pace to leave you breathless. The string tied around your heart pulls taut, lurching up into your throat. Valko knows. He must do. Because the corner of his eyes softens, solid gold melting into liquid, and he regards you so fondly that you feel pinned under the weight of his veneration, despite Valko knowing only your nasty words and the unfaltering pressure of your limbs.

"There is a forest inside you," Valko says, awed, big ears turning towards your expression as though able to hear its idiosyncrasies.

Arousal and some unidentified emotion—heavy and foundational and undeniably trusting—fight for control, welling up inside your chest until they crush your every heaving breath. Valko slows his hips until he's only grinding deep inside you, pubis pressing against your clit in a way that sends a frisson of heat dancing up your spine.

"Valko," you whimper, voice breaking from his words or the intimate grind of his cock, you have no idea.

Palm sliding from your nape to the side of your neck, Valko's thumb drags adoringly along your jaw until it finds its home— right below the softness of your bottom lip. He pulls it down slightly, and your mouth parts without thought.

Valko pours his words into its cavernous reaches, "I can hear it now."

Every inch of you is matted with sweat. Valko runs hot. So hot you're losing your mind, wrapped in his balmy embrace, being fucked by his big cock, spoken to in a tone so sweet and so low your heart fractures and remakes itself into newness.

"Your soul stretched out and sank its claws deep into my flesh from the very first moment we met, little hunter. I didn't have a choice. I had to find you again." His eyes flutter closed, pained. "I had to."

You whimper again—an open, vulnerable noise crawling up from the base of your throat entirely unfamiliar to you. You've never made a noise like this before. But now you can't stop. More follow. Tiny, wounded things that only make Valko clutch you tighter, roll his hips deeper. In turn, only deepening your delirium—until you're more animal than human. Until your nails are sinking deep into his shoulders and your mouth is finding his once more, darkness engulfing you.

Hissing at the prick of pain, Valko reciprocates without hesitation, and within seconds, it dissolves into a contented, humming moan. Valko tilts his head and licks into your mouth like he's tasting what you ate for breakfast, tongue flicking along the flat rows of your teeth. His mouth opens further, coaxing yours to mirror him, and he releases this breathy sound of astonishment into you.

"Sw't," he says, muffled against your lips—backing away barely enough for the syllables to be heard before he's meeting you again, like two souls clashing in an open field. You keen, loud, and your hips jerk in place when he nips at you, light and teasing and familiar. You're rewarded with a laugh. This time, he does part from you, but not before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Sweet, sweet thing."

"Shut up," you mumble quietly, all the fight drained out of you.

"You're trouble, though. I can tell." The corner of Valko's eyes crinkles. "Seen plenty of it before."

You try to grumble, but his big hand hikes your hips higher, and he's everywhere—outside you, inside you—and you can do nothing but take what he's giving you with the faint notion that you're not going to be able to live without this—him—once it's over. That he's changing your fundamentals, cock driving deep inside you and rearranging what you once were.

"'m not trouble-nghhh!" you retort, gasping around the word 'trouble' when he pulls his hips back and slams into you, punishingly hard despite the tender hold he has on you, as though you could be blown over by a gust of wind and shattered in the middle of this forest.

"I got you, little hunter, I got you."

"Valko, ohmygod, there!"

"Here?" he asks, hammering into the spot that's making you see stars, or maybe that's just the canopy light flashing in your wet vision.

"Yesyesyes," you chant, chest heaving.

"So pretty."

You barely hear it. Blood roaring in your ears, brain a soupy mess. There's not much of anything left but the feeling of his thick cock carving a home for himself into your cunt, wet noises echoing above the din of the forest.

"My mate."

Your whole body shudders. No way. Not this again. You can't be. You're many, many things: wrong and volatile and above all—human.

"Ma-ah! Mate?"

Valko nods, coming to nose under your jaw.

"No! No, Valko, I'm not— I'm…"

"Mine."

"Human!"

"Mine."

"Valko, please," you whine, tears filling your eyes. "I'm not who you're looking for. I'm not! You don't know me. You don't want me. Not past today—not for the rest of your life."

A mean thrust. The tears spill.

"This is just instincts," you argue weakly. "Your stupid werewolf wires crossing and—"

"We are all just instincts," Valko cuts in, not unkindly. Not condescendingly. Just stating it like the simple, breathless fact it supposedly is before dipping down to kiss you again. You clench around Valko so hard his tail thwacks the thigh you have hooked around his waist.

Traitorously, your brain whispers: What were you driven by when you first kissed Valko, if not your instincts?

"V'lk'," you speak, muffled against his mouth.

You're ignored. But you have bigger issues, namely, how the heat is eating you alive. So imposing it's a physical weight, melting you into Valko's hold—and it all seems to be emanating out from where you're joined. An orgasm creeping up on your heels, molten fire right behind it—waiting to engulf you for good. You can barely move your hips to meet his quick thrusts, settling for half-heartedly twitching as he pounds into you. Held up by nothing but his strength alone, what feels like it could be miles from the soft forest bed.

Licking into your mouth, Valko doesn't hear you. Not until you slide a hand to the front of his shoulder and push once more. He doesn't budge an inch, but you get his attention. He leans back to peer at you—all big, round eyes and flushed face, sweat beading along his temple—and yet somehow, he looks more composed than you feel. At once, self-consciousness rises like a tide.

"You're confused," you blurt anyway, forcing the emotion away.

Valko smiles, a gentle curve utterly undoing. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

And that…

It unmakes you. Strips back those petal-shaped layers you've been clutching as though they were impenetrable armour. Bares you to the forest, to him, to yourself. Effortlessly. So unassuming that you didn't notice, not until you're lying there—an open, gaping wound.

Sinking lower, Valko's voice is a smooth stone drifting from the mouth of a river into open ocean. "My mate."

"Yours," you breathe quietly, as though a tone too loud will wash away its meaning. As though it's a secret to be guarded between you, Valko, and the forest.

Valko's expression flies through a myriad of colours in an instant. Then, your pussy flutters around his cock and his face lands on hunger. Bending down, he brushes his nose on your temple again, slides his chest against yours—rubbing skin in a way that, to you, seems to have no aim but contact. He presses his nose into your hair and breathes in deeply.

"You smell like me."

Valko's thick cock splits you open, and your hips are held so high your legs kick in the air.

You suck in a heaving breath, see-sawing between the syrupy mess of your thoughts and the heat consuming you. "W-what?"

Brushing his temple against yours, he laughs. Though the sound is thin and strained. "Nothing."

You want to chase it up, to push him, truly you do. But then, he's anchoring a forearm on the ground by your head and using it as leverage to fuck into you even harder, each snap of his hips sending pleasure skittering up your spine. Your toes curl against his thighs, and the heat becomes a roaring inferno.

"Valko," you whimper again.

The man drags his nose back across your cheek, brushes it against yours. Leans back to catch your lidded gaze. You stare up at him blearily, at the way he's your entire field of vision. Blown-out pupils drink you in as he asks, "What is it, pup?"

You seize up at the nickname this time—muscles locking and breath stalling in your chest like the moment existing before a vacuum consumes everything the next—and cum. Silent for the briefest of moments before your voice crawls up your throat, ruined. A string of keening gasps, underlined with these scratchy moans from deep in your chest. Your fingernails dig into Valko's shoulders, desperate for a moor.

Yet, he doesn't stop.

Fucks you through it with a surprising ferocity, even as his hips begin to stutter.

"So sweet," he moans, staring down at you, face the same colour as his hair. His ears twitch madly atop his head, like he can't decide which sounds of yours to focus on—your tiny, gasping whimpers or the wet shtick of his cock pounding your pussy. "All for me."

Your orgasm feels as though it's dragging you down into its depths, your pleasure turning high and painful, though no less mind-numbing. You cry out when Valko's cock brushes against your G-spot so soon, and then cry again when Valko decides to repeat the action.

You slide a hand up his nape, panicked, nails dragging harsh lines. "Valko, ah— wait—"

Valko's hips snap into you reflexively.

"Ohmygod," he whines. Whines. Like he's not the big bad leader of the werewolf clan. As though he's not the one fucking you to tears.

You freeze at the sound.

"Please," he gasps out. "Again."

Then, you watch from a body that's not your own as you obey, orgasm still lapping at your core. Your other hand drags sharp lines along his muscled shoulder and up into his nape, through the soft, cropped mess of his hair. Pain-pleasure frisks your skin. Valko buries his head in the hollow of your throat, and you can feel him panting there, open-mouthed.

"Again."

You want to tease. To find your words and call him bossy, demanding and stupid. All traits that should never be endearing and yet here you are, unequivocally endeared. Instead, you splay your finger tips wide across the back of his skull—thumbs tucked behind his human ears—and drag your nails along his scalp, up to his crown.

Valko shudders as though abruptly caught in a winter breeze.

"Haah—"

Your fingertip strokes up the back of a wolf-ear, the fur silky soft beneath your touch. You can feel it twitching in response. A thumb rises to join it, pressing up the warm, fleshy inside.

"Pup, I'm-nghhh—"

Meanwhile, your free hand moves curiously around the base of his other wolf ear, gauging where the human ends and the werewolf begins. You press a finger firmly to the divide, and pet it back and forth.

Both ears flick as though to brush away your fingers, before pinning back against his head right as he pants out, "Closeclose—"

Valko hunches over you, sharp teeth nipping at your neck. You jump. Instinctively ducking your head to protect your neck. Whining again, Valko makes a wounded sound as though denied—though denied what, you don't have the brain capacity to work out. You tip your head further back on instinct. Valko groans, half-fearful, and he stops fucking you abruptly.

You take the chance to catch your breath.

"Don't—" Valko, panic-stricken.

A graze of teeth.

In your gut, you know you shouldn't fight him—so you don't. You surrender yourself, forcefully relaxing your body. Both hands tangled in his soft hair and around his spasming ears like they're sacred. You let out a low whine from the base of your throat, and Valko punches out a wounded whine of his own, perfectly dizzying.

"Valko, please," you gasp, not even sure what you're begging for at this point.

"I can't— ohfuck—"

You're immediately distracted by a weird sensation. Fullness. A pleasant stretch edging into slightly painful.

"Valko, what is—"

His hips start into a shallow grind, keeping his entire cock inside you. You glance up to see his ears flick back again, flat to his skull.

"'m sorry, 'm sorry–"

Your pussy is forced wider around Valko's cock. Something swelling—inflating—inside you, a sensation so jarring you scrabble at his hair as pure alarm lances your heart. You try to draw your hips back, but the hand beneath your lower back keeps you where you are, despite the apologies he continues to murmur against your neck.

"Sorry, pup, 'm sorry, 'm sor—"

"Ow, ow— Valko— it hurts," you protest, staring up into the canopy. Then, you angle your head down uselessly to try to catch his gaze.

"I didn't mean to, you just smell so… and you're acting like… like that. And you don't even know what it's doing to me," he replies, tight and panicked.

"Valko!" You thump at his back, nervous in equal measure at his tone.

"You have to—" he grunts when you clench around him, "—relax."

Your voice climbs higher. "Relax?!"

"Jesus, pup, please. Stop squeezing me."

"I can't," you cry, tears welling up again as Valko's dick keeps inflating. You're going to be split open, sharp heat will slice you in two. Your back arches up into him. "Ahhh— fuck, Valko!"

Valko lets out a devastated gasp. His head tips to the side until his cheek rests on your shoulder, hot breath panting across the front of your throat.

"What is happening?!"

Your hunter's watch didn't say anything about stupid werewolf dick having the ability to enlarge at will.

"'s my-haah— my knot."

Valko slides his hips forward, forcing your pussy to stretch wider around him. You make a hysterical sound.

"What does that even mean?!"

"I can't… can't think."

Your voice runs ragged. "Not helpful!"

"I mnnn-know!"

You kick the back of his thigh and whimper as the movement causes him to shift deeper. His tail falls still, a strip of warmth across your leg.

"Stop-ah— moving."

"Pull out!"

Valko grunts.

"Valko, pull out!"

"Pup, I can't," he argues, strained.

"What do you mean you can't, bastard? Pull! Out!"

Valko lets out a low, disgruntled sound. Before holding you carefully and drawing his hips back, so slowly you swear he's actively trying to piss you off further. Then, you feel it. A sore stretch returns, until it dips into sheer, mind-numbing pain so fast you yelp, sucking in a wet breath and attempting to draw your legs towards your body, despite the hulking man spreading you open. Valko stills immediately, slipping back into your heat with a moan of pure relief. You echo it as the pain subsides and the size of Valko becomes more manageable again.

"See?" he asks lowly.

You nod dazedly, still catching your breath. You're starting to adjust, but the stretch still burns something fiery, even as pleasure begins to lick at the wound.

"What the fuck…" you mumble to yourself.

You clench around him, testing, and Valko groans. You do, too, when the pain flares again, a sweeping wave of arousal following close behind.

Then, a strike of clarity: "You still haven't cum."

You feel unsettled at the notion, deeply so.

"Working on it," Valko huffs, voice rough.

"Don't sound too excited."

"Are you always this mouthy?" A beat of silence, then an agitated twitch of a wolf ear. "Actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

You roll your eyes but soften your voice.

"There's no one to tell you about," you admit.

Valko stills. "Pup…"

"What?" you snap, immediately falling back on the defensive.

Valko moans again, for no discernible reason. Sighing irritably, you thump your head back onto the ground, only for Valko to make another heated noise into your neck. You bristle at not understanding what's even setting him off.

"Seriously! What's wrong with you?"

Valko sighs. Shifts his hips. Exhales at the hitch in your breath. "I like a bit of a fight in my prey."

"Fuck off," you respond.

"Yeah," he laughs, undeniably fond, which is objectively crazy. You've known this man for a matter of days. An hour, if you count the time you've actually spent in his company. You grip his hair tighter and listen to his laughter peter out. "There you are."

Valko rocks his hips once, testing, and when you do no more than punch out a tiny exhale, he does it again. And again. Rocking into your tight heat just enough to drive you insane. Just enough to drive him insane if his noises are anything to go by, too. These pained, throaty whines, tangled in gasps, serve only to set your nerves alight. For someone so big and imposing, the muted desperation in his voice is enough to have your hips twitching again.

"God, you feel so—"

You clench around him and he rewards you for it, a drawn-out whine echoing in the quiet of the forest.

"Pup— 'm gonna—"

Valko fucks inside you once, twice, bares his teeth to the softness of your neck. You drag your nails down his scalp and wrap your fingers around his nape, thumbs brushing the corner of his jaw.

"—closecloseclose—"

You lift his face and press your lips together. All it takes is a comforting whine, a melding of the words you cannot find into baseless sound, and Valko is cumming. Pouring his heat into your mouth, your cunt, warm spurts of cum filling you up.

There's no wrongness to be found.

No gut feeling to swoop your high away. Only a deep-seated satisfaction that you're safe, cared for. That right now, nothing could matter more than the man trapped inside you. You part your lips wider and lick into his mouth, happily swallowing his flustered sounds as he rides out his orgasm—hips twitching abortedly into your heat.

Peaceful, you would call it, despite how laughable the notion is—being split open on a werewolf's cock and finding the peace you've been searching for your entire life.

Then, he slumps atop you, deadweight. Head dropping into the ground above your shoulder as he lowers your body, none-too-gently, back down to the forest floor.

"Oof— Valko, I can't— breathe," you wheeze when the weight of him settles over you like an anvil, palms slapping his back uselessly.

He grunts, an ear-flick indicating that he hears you. But he doesn't move.

"Valko!"

A sigh—long-suffering, which you don't quite understand when he's only had to suffer through your presence all of a whopping hour since you met him.

Tucking a hand above your ass to keep his cock lodged inside you, Valko rolls onto his back with little fanfare. You make a startled noise and prop yourself up before you can crush him, wincing at the burn of arousal making itself known. You would let him fuck you again if he wanted. You refuse to say as much, though.

Valko whines in discontent, and a big arm wraps around your waist to coax you downwards. You settle without a fuss, pressing a cheek into the hollow of his throat.

"Good," he mumbles quietly, a big hand petting down the length of your spine.

Shivers break out across your skin at the sensation, and you melt into a languid mess atop his chest between one heartbeat and the next. You don't know why. There's no reasonable explanation for the serenity being housed in your ribs, but it is there all the same.

You shift slightly before finding your voice.

"I don't think my landlord allows wolves," you say quietly, a fingertip tracing inane patterns on his chest.

Valko laughs, the slow rise and fall of his chest becoming an earthquake beneath your touch.

"I promise they won't even know I'm there," he eventually says, with only the lingering traces of amusement to be found in his voice. A palm squeezes your nape.

You scoff, disbelieving. While the forest was convenient for his little werewolf fuckfest, you're not confident your apartment is insulated for such endeavours. Valko crowds you tighter, like he senses your thoughts and is offended by them.

A heartbeat later: "How long are we stuck like this for?"

Valko hums, thinking. Gives a small shrug. Leans forward to inhale a deep lungful of you behind your ear before replying, "About thirty minutes."

You try to sit up. "Thirty minutes?!"

Pressing you back down easily, Valko doesn't even bother opening his eyes. "Gotta wait for it to take."

In all fairness, you don't put up much of a fight.

"For it to…?" you mouth silently, eyebrows furrowed.

Then, a lightbulb.

Oh.

Oh.

Arousal rushes to meet you with all the force of a brick wall going g-force, and you wrinkle your nose, feigning nonchalance despite the waver which threatens your credibility. Werewolves can't smell emotions, right? "You're disgusting."

Valko laughs, and you shake with it. "Whatever you say, pup."

Lying back on his chest, you bite the inside of your cheek and let your mind drift.

Do humans feel it too? you wonder. Their fated mate?

But the answer is painfully clear—past those layers, stripped back by Valko with all the ease of a scythe slicing through reeds, and past the unfettering drum of your pulse.

Your heart belongs to Valko.

And maybe it always has. Long, long before the world decided it was time for the two of you to meet. So, you bury your head deeper underneath Valko's chin, slotting into him like a missing puzzle piece, and exist within the forest's song.

Together, at last.

‹‹ MASTERLIST

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[tidesofrafayel]

the night he finally gets you to himself

Valko x Reader | domestic fluff | clingy Valko | tiny growl

For the first time in weeks, there was nothing on the schedule.

No errands. No appointments. No late-night messages demanding your attention. No early morning rush that had you stumbling out of bed before you’d even properly woken up.

Just you.

And Valko.

Together.

It should have felt normal.

Instead, it felt almost strange.

You’d gotten so used to seeing him in passing that you’d forgotten what it was like to actually have nowhere else to be.

Most mornings lately had consisted of sleepy kisses and half-mumbled goodbyes. Most nights were barely better.

You’d crawl into bed exhausted, mumble something about how much you’d missed him, and be asleep against his shoulder before you could actually have a conversation.

Valko never complained.

Not once.

He’d simply pull the blankets over you, kiss your forehead, and let you sleep.

But tonight was different.

You’d finished dinner hours ago.

The dishes were done.

The lights were low.

And Valko was sitting beside you on the couch, looking suspiciously content.

You stretched your arms over your head, “God, I missed having a night like this.”

“So did I.” Valko hummed.

You leaned against him.

His arm immediately came around your shoulders.

For a while, neither of you said anything.

It was nice.

Quiet.

Warm.

Safe.

Then you suddenly sat up.

“Oh!”

Valko looked over.

“What?”

“We should go out.”

His expression changed. Barely.

But you saw it.

“We could go get dessert,” you continued. “Maybe walk around downtown for a bit? There’s that little place that stays open late, and—”

A low sound rumbled from Valko’s chest.

You stopped. He stopped. The room went completely silent.

“…Did you just growl?”

Valko looked horrified.

“No!..”

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

“Valko.”

He stared at the floor. “…Perhaps.”

You were trying very hard not to laugh.

“Why?”

He didn’t answer. You tilted your head.

“Do you not want to go?”

“No.”

You blinked. “No?”

“I don’t want to go.” His voice was quiet now. Almost sheepish.

You shifted closer.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

He shrugged. For a man who could be so confident about practically everything, he suddenly looked remarkably shy.

“I’ve barely seen you.”

Your heart squeezed.

“I know.”

“I know you’re busy. And I know it’s not your fault.” His fingers fiddled with the edge of the blanket. “But…”

You waited.

He finally looked at you.

“I don’t want to share you tonight.”

Your expression softened.

“Valko…”

“That sounded possessive.” He immediately looked away.

“A little.”

“I’m sorry.”

You smiled.

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m upset with you.”

“I don’t, ‘ko.”

“I just…”

He hesitated. Then, almost too quietly to hear—

“I want to snuggle.”

You stared at him.

Valko’s ears were practically pink.

“I’ve missed you,” he admitted.

And there it was. The real reason. Not that he didn’t want to go out. Not that he was angry.

He’d simply spent weeks watching you rush from one thing to another, catching tiny pieces of your time whenever he could.

A sleepy kiss here.

A hurried hug there.

Five minutes together before you both had somewhere else to be.

And now, finally, he had you. He wanted to keep you. Just for tonight.

You smiled, “Come here.”

His head lifted, “Really?”

“Really.”

You opened your arms and he didn’t hesitate.

Valko practically folded himself around you, pulling you against his chest and burying his face against your shoulder.

You laughed softly.

“You weren’t kidding, you really missed me.”

“Very much.”

His arms tightened.

You ran your fingers gently through his hair.

“How much?”

He was quiet for a moment, “Enough that I growled at the suggestion of leaving the house.”

You laughed.

“Stoooop, don’t make fun of me,” He groaned.

“I’ll never let you live that down.”

“I know.”

You kissed his temple, “Good.”

He relaxed against you. After a moment, his voice came muffled against your shoulder.

“Can we stay like this?”

“All night.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Another quiet hum.

His arms tightened around you again, “Good.”

And for the first time in weeks, neither of you had anywhere else to be. Just you. Just Valko. And an entire night to make up for all the little moments you’d missed.

[denoodles]

When You Don't Ask For His Help During Ovulation

tags: 18+ [MDNI], zayne x reader, smut, p in v, dirty talk, dom! zayne, implied marathon sex, implied multiple orgasms

“Am I not satisfying you?” 

You blinked. 

You immediately stopped watching the movie on the television, and your head tilted to look at Zayne, whose arms were crossed, leaning on the doorway. 

“Um, what?” Your brows knitted together as you watched his cold gaze lock on you. “Sorry, Zayne. I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Am I not satisfying you in sex?”

Your eyes widened slightly, feeling caught off guard by your husband’s question. “Of course you do, Zayne. Where is this coming from?”

“I am your husband and your primary physician, and I have your cycle memorized,” he firmly said. “Right now, you're ovulating. So how come you're not asking for sex?”

You immediately averted your gaze back to the television, unable to meet his darkened expression. “Um, it's not like that, Zayne. I can manage myself just f-fine.” 

“Really? Because as far as I remember,” You heard his slow, heavy footsteps approaching closer. “Three, four, and the previous months prior, you would initiate having sex during your ovulation.” 

You gulped. “I— I just learned how to handle it on my own.” 

“Why?” 

Your body trembled in nervousness, eyes staring at the television, trying to seek some comfort from the noise.

“Zayne, it's not really a big deal. I swear!” 

Zayne picked up the remote control and pointed it towards the television, immediately shutting the screen off into pitch-black. 

“That is not what I asked.” He sternly said, setting the remote control aside. 

He stood in front of you with his arms crossed, and you lowered your gaze to the floor, feeling yourself shrinking in front of him.

“I– I just don't want to bother you with trivial matters, Zayne.” You nervously fidgeted your fingers. “Your work is already physically and mentally demanding. I just don't want to add to your exhaustion…” 

Zayne’s cold gaze lingered on you for a while. “So you decided to endure and relieve it on your own?” 

“Zayne, it's just ovulation—” 

“It seems that you have reached conclusions on your own, and most of them are inaccurate.” Zayne interrupted. 

You noticed Zayne's body shift a little, making you look up.

“I can confidently attest that your assessment of my physical condition is incorrect.” 

Your eyes widened, seeing Zayne unbuckling his pants. 

“Z-Zayne? What are you—” 

“I’ll have to properly demonstrate it instead.” Zayne’s hand reached for his glasses, hastily taking it off and placing it on the coffee table. “Let's test whether your hypothesis is correct.”

“Z-Zayne— wait— Hngh!”

“Aren't you a big girl now? Then surely you can handle my cock just fine.” 

Zayne has been ramming his thick cock into you for at least three hours now, like a rutting madman. 

Your chest is pressed against the bed, and your face is buried against the pillow, your tears staining the white fabric. Your hips were limply raised, gripped by Zayne's strong, large hands to maintain support.

“Ngh— Zayne… more…” 

Your walls were gushing wet, and you could not distinguish whether it was from the stimulation or your cum, but it did not matter. All you could hear was the wet, unrelenting thwop, thwop, thwop. 

Zayne leaned closer until you felt his breath against your ear. “My love, you said you already relieved yourself enough. But look at you, still dripping wet.” His hands traveled to your breasts, gently squeezing them. “You wanted me to bury myself inside you so badly, didn't you?” 

Zayne, being a physician, already knew the answer. But would he pass this opportunity to remind you that only his cock would satisfy your thirst during ovulation? Of course not. 

“‘M sorry, Zayne… your— mhmp— feels too good…” Your tongue lolled, and your mind was in a haze, feeling Zayne’s thick length hit your deepest spots. 

"Cum, my needy wife." Zayne pounded you harder, and with one strong thrust, you squirted juices once again even before your mind could process it. 

Your legs trembled in pleasure, feeling Zayne halt for a brief moment. Then, you weakly tilted your head to the side, eager to see his face.

Just when you thought it was over, you felt his cock rubbing against your clit, still erect.

“Z-Zayne, we've been at it for hours, y-you just came back home from work earlier—” 

“No, my love.” He kissed your temple, gently turning you around, making you lie on your back. “We haven't finished the assessment.” 

You looked at him teary-eyed. “I— I believe you already.” 

“I disagree. The mere fact that you continue to express your concern when we're in the middle of the assessment clearly implies that I have not demonstrated enough.” He gently brushed his finger against your chin.

“Spread your legs wide open.” 

You were absolutely done for.

[sakameow]

Anubis Valko, because the rumored Egypt myth card lives rent free in my head.

I wanted to include his face but imagining the Anubis helmet covering half of his face seems more...enticing. Yes, I love masks

[pencintaapelll]

Valko - Van Helsing AU 🐺🏹

Always want to make this AU tbh, took inspiration from 2004 van helsing movie. Valko as van helsing that can turn into a werewolf, mc as a witch who doubles as a hunter. They on each other throat but one thing another, they need to work together ^^ (also this an excuse for me to try draw furry 😭)

[frozensummerapples]

everyone has to understand now that this isn't JUST about valko anymore, right?

we are actively seeing the consequences of catering to toxic fans: mc's face censored, numbers censored, TEXT censored. everything censored that could potentially trigger antis into making another move.

we are actively seeing that infold is not responding (whether they're listening is a whole other thing that I cannot in good conscience comment on, because they are seeing us, the problem is their lack of response, not lack of reading comprehension and critical thinking).

so to every person that cheered for valko's cancellation: are you happy with THIS? I'm not even asking about valko.

are you happy with lads having to sloppily censor every text, every numbers that could've held hidden meaning for us to dissect?

are you happy with infold not responding to criticism in the slightest? if they can ignore an outrage at THIS scale, do you REALLY think they'll ever address kod or lighting issues or missing content or lack of a roadmap or main story being so slow or the reduction in animation in main story or what have you?

think for a second, do you really feel comfortable enough to spend hundreds of dollars supporting a company that handles backlash like THIS?

if this isn't a wake up call to everyone who celebrated valko's cancellation before, I really don't know what is.

they've shown they will throw caleb mains under the bus to protect their poster child raf.

they've shown they don't care for zayne mains either.

they've shown they don't care about sylus missing content.

they've shown they don't care about xavier mains complaining about kod's false advertisement.

they've shown they to an extent don't care about raf mains either, lying about revealing raf's 4th myth in july. we had to find that out ourselves because someone asked CUSTOMER SERVICE about it.

they've shown they don't care about global enough to give us even a CRUMB of communication. most things we had to learn from cn girlies telling us, NOT infold.

WAKE UP.

THIS ISN'T EVEN ABOUT VALKO ANYMORE. THE GAME WE ALL LOVED IS SLOWLY DYING AND INSTEAD OF BEING DEVASTATED YOU CHOOSE TO DANCE ON ITS GRAVE?

don't log in and don't spend.

thank you.

[lvmimis]

"-ko..." already more than half asleep and less than half committed to the words coming out of your mouth, your thighs shift slightly, feeling the weight of something warm nudging its way between them, spreading them apart.

"hm?"

valko sounds almost as tired as you (it's been a long, trying week for the two of you) but that other, more playful part of him is rarely - if ever - truly satisfied, and as he presses against your backside, you can feel the heat of a hot, hard cock pressing into your back again, right along the base of your spine as his knee continues to vie for space between your legs.

"we've already..." you trail off as his lips find their way onto your neck, suckling softly, and a soft gasp leaves you instead.

"i know," he says between kisses, "... but still want you more."

"you always want more," you murmur, but with a smile tugging at the end of your lips. it's still the middle of the night, and you've already tired each other out with something between fucking and lovemaking just hours ago, but that instinctual desire to stay close must have awoken between the two of you yet again as you slumbered, because the truth is as much as he's pining for more, rubbing against you, scenting you, invading that false thing called personal space that should be shared, just like everything else between you two, you find yourself easing him in. your back arches, until it's against his chest, thin fabric of a tank top unable to dampen that heat from his bare torso; your rear does rise, pressing against that always wanting member eagerly.

convenient you don't have a tail, it'd only be in the way.

"do you want-" valko doesn't finish his sentence because you shift upwards, angling yourself in almost a too-precise, natural position over the head of his cock, and he shudders as your wet pussy makes light, careful contact. still on your side, you sink, and he grits his teeth, biting against the fabric of your shirt to steady himself as he slowly pushes up inside. a shudder that's shared between the two of you, and you're flush together again, one being, one perfect mating.

his arm wraps around your waist, as he pulls out just slightly and sinks in once, faster, more sure, and lets out a growl of pleasure, and you reach back, fingertips grazing the side of his face as you exhale, indulging in the drag of his cock along walls that are snugly fit, practically meant to accept him.

"love you," you sigh out and the reply he gives you is muffled in your flesh and his lust for you.

"love you more."

[zoesupreme]

no for real like sit over there and drink your little beverage and stay tf out of the way let me cook

[theprofessional-amateur]

Keep me company but stay out of my way. The dream.

[zayne-snowflake]

The LaDS men with a girlfriend that has a lot of anxiety about possibly being cheated on? 👉👈

lads boys with a girlfriend that has anxiety about being cheated on

a/n - aww sweetie i hope this isn't coming from a place of experience because nobody deserves that! we all deserve to find someone who will be undeniably faithful and loving. thank you for your request i hope you enjoy it!

xavier

☆ if you need reassurance every day for a month, he'll give it every day for a month without making you feel guilty.

☆ his reassurances are incredibly verbal. he tells you exactly how he feels instead of expecting you to "just know."

☆ he's the type to randomly say, "i love you," while you're doing completely mundane things because he likes reminding you.

☆ he likes making future plans out loud because they're another way of saying, i'm still here

☆ "we should go there next winter." "you'll love this restaurant." "let's watch that together tomorrow."

☆ he also loves quiet physical affection. holding hands under blankets, resting his forehead against yours but his words do most of the heavy lifting.

☆ he thinks hearing "i choose you" should never become rare just because you're already together.

───♡──────♡──────♡──────♡─────

your voice came out barely above a whisper, "i'm scared you'll cheat on me one day."

the words had been sitting on the tip of your tongue all evening. you hated them. you hated how ridiculous they sounded. but they refused to leave.

xavier looked up from where he was sitting beside you on the couch, immediately giving you his full attention. he waited patiently. never rushing you to fill the silence.

"i know it doesn't make sense," you rushed out. "you've never given me a reason to think that. i just...sometimes i convince myself you'll realize i'm not enough."

you finally dared to look at him. there wasn't even a hint of annoyance on his face. only sadness that you'd been carrying that fear alone.

he reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. he was quiet for a moment before smiling softly.

"you know what i did this morning?"

you blinked through the tears in your eyes, "what?"

"i walked past that little bakery you like. they had strawberry pastries. i bought two."

you couldn't help the tiny smile tugging at your lips.

"when i found that movie yesterday, i saved it because i wanted to watch it with you."

another gentle squeeze of your hand. "when i was looking online last night..."

he glanced at you. "i found a house with a porch and a yard. it gets morning sunlight. i thought your plants would like it."

your breath caught but his voice was so calm, so certain.

"i don't spend my days wondering who else might make me happier. i spend them thinking about things i'd like to do with you."

another tear slipped down your cheek. "but what if one day—"

"there isn't one."

he moved his free hand to wipe the stray tear that made its way softly down your cheek.

"i love you. i'm faithful to you and i'm staying."

zayne

☆ he notices your anxiety long before you ever mention it. he doesn't confront you right away because he wants to make sure he isn't assuming your feelings.

☆ when you finally confess you're afraid he'll cheat, he goes very still. not because he's uncomfortable—but because he refuses to answer carelessly. he chooses every sentence with precision, almost like he's handling something fragile.

☆ he never calls your fears irrational. instead, he asks what experiences taught you to expect betrayal.

☆ if you need space he gives it but if he notices your hesitation, he asks "would reassurance help right now?"

☆ he remembers your answers. in the next few weeks he'll quietly adjust little habits without announcing it. if he's running late, he'll text. if someone flirts with him, he'll naturally make it obvious he's taken.

☆ he's never performative about loyalty. it's simply woven into how he lives. reassurance doesn't come naturally to him, but consistency does.

☆ even though sometimes he isn't the best at expressing his feeling through words, if you need to hear "i love you" ten times because anxiety is loud today, he'll say it eleven times.

☆ the first time you apologize for 'being too much', his expression hardens just a little and he says "needing comfort from your partner is not an inconvenience."

───♡──────♡──────♡──────♡─────

"can i ask you something?"

zayne looked up from the book resting in his lap. "always."

you gave a weak laugh before looking down at your hands.

"do you ever think you'd...find someone else?"

he closed his book, setting it neatly on the coffee table before turning his full attention toward you.

"what makes you ask that?"

"it's stupid."

"i didn't ask if it was."

you swallowed, "i just...sometimes i think you'll wake up one day and realize someone else is prettier or easier."

his brows pulled together ever so slightly. not in annoyance. in concern.

"you've been thinking that alone?"

your eyes stung, "yeah."

he reached over, carefully taking your hand as though asking permission first.

"i can't promise your anxiety will believe me immediately."

his thumb brushed across your knuckles, "but i can promise that i have never looked for someone else."

"i chose you. i continue choosing you. and if your mind forgets tomorrow..."

a faint smile tugged at his lips, "i'll remind it tomorrow."

rafayel

☆ his first reaction is pure disbelief. he's so dramatically offended that for exactly three seconds you think he's upset.

☆ then when he realizes you're genuinely scared, his entire demeanor changes immediately.

☆ he cups your face before you can apologize. he asks where this fear came from instead of arguing against it. after learning it's rooted in past hurt, he becomes incredibly gentle.

☆ he starts casually updating you throughout the day by narrating through voice notes. "look! i saw a cat. it reminded me of you because it ignored me."

☆ he'll absolutely start saying things like, "come with me," whenever he goes somewhere, just because he loves having you around.

☆ he'll dramatically hold your face in both hands and say, "you know I'm obsessed with you, right?"

☆ he becomes shamelessly clingy afterward, not because he's worried you'll leave, but because he wants you to feel how much he enjoys being close to you.

☆ if he catches someone flirting with him, he'll immediately find you in the room and throw an arm around your shoulders with the biggest grin, almost like he's saying, mine. see? you're mine.

───♡──────♡──────♡──────♡─────

"you think i'd cheat?"

you immediately regretted saying anything.

"i'm sorry, forget i—"

"no." he gently held your wrist before you could stand. "come here."

his voice had completely lost its usual teasing edge. you looked at him cautiously.

he sighed dramatically, "my love..."

he leaned forward until your foreheads touched.

"i get jealous when your attention is on a book for too long."

a tiny laugh escaped you.

"do you honestly think i'd go looking for someone else?"

"i don't know."

the honesty broke his heart. his fingers brushed your cheek.

"whoever convinced you love disappears that easily..." he kissed your forehead. "...was wrong."

then your nose. then each cheek.

"i am so embarrassingly obsessed with you."

you laughed through your tears.

"there it is. there's my favorite smile."

sylus

☆ sylus never dismisses fear, even when he thinks it's unfounded. he just isn't used to seeing that from you. he encourages honesty, even when it's uncomfortable. he'd much rather hear an irrational fear than have you silently suffer.

☆ he wants to understand the root before addressing the symptoms. he asks thoughtful questions — what started this? what does cheating mean to you? what would reassure you right now?

☆ he listens without interrupting. once he understands, he's incredibly direct. he doesn't make impossible promises. he simply tells you the truth.

☆ his confidence is strangely calming. and over time that confidence starts rubbing off on you. you find yourself borrowing his certainty when your own is shaky

☆ he treats the anxiety as something the two of you are facing together instead of something you have to fix alone.

☆ he isn't overly sentimental, but he's fiercely intentional. if he says, "i am yours," it's because he means every word.

☆ if you're having a particularly bad day, he'll quietly cancel less important plans without making you feel guilty, because to him, taking care of his partner isn't an obligation—it's simply where he'd rather be.

───♡──────♡──────♡──────♡─────

"you've been watching me."

you blinked suddenly feeling exposed, "have i?"

"for three days."

your cheeks flushed from embarassment, "i wasn't...it's not."

he reached over and took your hand, "what happened?"

you hesitated trying to find your voice. "i'm scared you'll cheat."

he was quiet. not because he'd run out of words. because he wanted yours first.

"what made you believe that was possible?"

so you talked. for nearly twenty minutes. he never interrupted.

when you finally finished, he nodded once, "i understand why your mind went there."

he lifted your joined hands, "i disagree with it."

his thumb brushed slowly across your skin.

"i don't divide my attention. if i choose someone..." his eyes met yours, "i choose completely."

then, after a beat, his expression softened just enough to betray the tenderness beneath all that composure.

"so next time your thoughts decide they're smarter than reality..." he brought your hand to his lips. "tell me...we'll argue with them together."

caleb

☆ caleb doesn't let conversations like this happen from opposite ends of the room. the second he realizes you're hurting, he's already pulling you into a hug.

☆ his love language is touch — back rubs, hair strokes, forehead kisses, holding your hand while you talk.

☆ he doesn't interrupt. doesn't rush to solve it. just lets you cry if you need to.

☆ he's incredibly validating. he treats reassurance like teamwork. "okay, what's your brain telling you today? let's hear it."

☆ once you've calmed down, he starts making you laugh again. he wants the conversation to end with warmth rather than tears.

☆ he has absolutely no shame about comforting you in the silliest ways if it gets you to smile again.

☆ if your thoughts are spiraling particularly bad one day, he'll distract you by pulling you into the kitchen to bake cookies at midnight or insisting on building a blanket fort together.

☆ he loves saying, "we've got time." as in, we don't have to solve this right now—you don't have to rush through your feelings.

───♡──────♡──────♡──────♡─────

"you've been quiet all night."

you kept your face straight, fighting back a frown. "i'm fine."

he opened one arm and you walked into it without thinking. within seconds you were wrapped against his chest.

"you know," he murmured. "i've learned that 'i'm fine' usually means the opposite."

you laughed weakly, "i'm scared."

his hand slowed on your back, "of what?"

"...that you'll cheat."

he held you tighter. not enough to trap you. just enough that you could feel every steady heartbeat beneath his hoodie.

"oh, sweetheart."

he rested his chin on top of your head.

"i'm so sorry someone taught you that love feels temporary."

his hand rubbed lazy circles across your back.

"you don't have to be scared by yourself anymore."

you stayed like that for nearly an hour. neither of you in any hurry to move.

valko

☆ valko is almost confused by the idea that he'd leave you. not offended—just genuinely unable to imagine it.

☆ in his mind, faithfulness isn't something he actively tries to do. it simply is.

☆ to him, you're his mate. that isn't something temporary or casual. he believes choosing a mate is choosing a life.

☆ family means everything to him. he loves talking about the family you'll build together someday—not as pressure, just because imagining that future with you makes him happy.

☆ he reassures through constant affection. passing by you? kiss on the head. sitting together? you're somehow already tucked against his side. walking through the house? he'll hook a finger through one of your belt loops just to steal you away for a hug.

☆ he's playful even during serious conversations because making you smile is one of his favorite ways to comfort you.

☆ he absolutely calls you ridiculous pet names in the middle of reassurance just to hear you huff. "my little worrier." "sweetheart." "my heart."

☆ if you're crying, he'll wipe away your tears with exaggerated seriousness before immediately booping your nose to make you smile.

───♡──────♡──────♡──────♡─────

"you think i'd leave my mate?"

you shrank a little, "it sounds silly when you say it."

valko sat up on the couch and opened his arms.

"c'mere."

the second you settled against him, he wrapped himself around you like he'd been waiting all day to do it. one kiss landed on your temple. then several more.

"you know what i think?"

"hm?"

"i think you have been thinking too much."

a small smile tugged at your lips. he noticed immediately. he gently nudged your nose with his own.

"i don't look at you and think about someone else."

"i look at you..." he smiled so warmly it almost hurt. "and i wonder what our home will look like. whether our children get your smile."

you stared at him, "you think about that?"

"every day."

he laughed gently and lovingly, "you're my mate. my family. the person i want beside me when i'm eighty and grumpy."

he reached up, brushing away a tear with his thumb.

"so no. i won't leave. that would require leaving part of myself behind."

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[c-dra]

Eyes (updated +Valko)

[bakubrattt]

Cuddle, Cockwarm, Creampie Valko × Reader

Summary: Escaping the noise of his family's birthday party, you and Valko find a quiet guest room where cuddles, laughter, heartfelt confessions, and peaceful intimacy turn into cockwarming and a creampie before ending with his rock-hard knot.

Word Count: 15k

Warnings/Themes: 18+ MDNI! Donestic fluff, family dynamics, established relationship, fated mates, familyman!Valko, soft!Valko, domestic!Valko, slight angst, alpha/omega dynamics, size kink, fingering, cuddle sex, cock warming, cream pie, Valko’s big fat knot

A/n: I'm so depressed and delusional over this man. He will live on in my fanfics, so please reblog if you enjoy. This was based on a prompt: cuddle, cockwarm, creampie, repeat. I am assuming that Valko would have had some issues with his family accepting us just based on the lyrics of his song.

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It was just after one in the afternoon when Valko finally decided he’d reached his limit of being climbed on, chased, and relentlessly challenged by the younger half of his family. There were only so many piggyback rides he could give, games of tag he could lose on purpose, and squealing little cousins, nieces, and nephews he could let “capture” him before even the boundless energy of the big bad wolf began to run dry. He adored them; every loud, sticky-handed, sugar-fueled one of them, but after hours of laughter, shrieking, and tiny hands tugging at his sleeves, he found himself craving something much quieter. He found himself craving you.

Even while the children had monopolized him all afternoon, you’d never really been out of his sight. Every few minutes, without even realizing he was doing it, his golden eyes would wander across the backyard until they landed on you again. He wanted to make sure you weren’t getting bored sitting on your own, that the sheer size of his family wasn’t making you anxious, and that the constant noise and commotion hadn’t become so overwhelming that you were secretly wishing to head home. The truth was, he worried about you in all the little ways that came naturally to him.

After a while, though, he realized he wasn’t the only one who could use a little peace and quiet. You had long since finished your slice of chocolate cake, leaving the paper plate with its scattering of crumbs on the chair beside you where Valko had been sitting before another wave of children stole him away. Now you sat beneath the shade of the covered back patio, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone while warm sunlight spilled across the backyard beyond you. Laughter echoed through the air, birds chirped from the trees overhead, and the sweet smell of birthday cake mixed with barbecue and freshly cut grass on the lazy afternoon breeze. Just as someone announced it was time for the piñata, every child erupted into excited squeals before stampeding across the lawn toward the brightly colored prize hanging from one of the trees.

The moment he saw his opportunity, Valko peeled away from the tiny mob and headed straight for you.

“Hey,” he greeted with an easy smile, lifting a hand in a small wave as he walked over. He picked up the forgotten plate of cake from his chair before settling down beside you with an audible sigh of relief, “how ya doing? Bored yet?”

A quiet laugh escaped you. Before you could answer, his large hand reached beneath your chair, wrapped around one of its legs, and effortlessly dragged you closer until the legs scraped softly over the deck and bumped into his with a gentle little clink. Apparently satisfied with the closer distance, he slipped an arm around your shoulders and tucked you comfortably against his side. His broad hand lazily stroked your shoulder in slow, affectionate passes while he looked down at you through relaxed, half-lidded eyes, wearing the kind of soft smile that always seemed reserved just for you.

“I’m fine,” you assured him with a small nod, your hand coming to rest on his broad thigh over the worn denim of his jeans. You gave it a gentle squeeze before teasing, “go have fun. You look pretty happy when you’re terrorizing a bunch of eight-year-olds.”

He let out a hearty laugh, the sound warm and unrestrained as he subconsciously pulled you a little closer beneath the comfortable weight of his arm. Stretching one long leg out in front of him, he settled farther back into his chair, looking out over the backyard where a dozen children tore across the grass in every direction. Their laughter carried through the warm afternoon air beneath the cheerful chaos of shrieks, bouncing balls, and adults talking over one another beneath the covered patio and gazebo of tables.

“Not my fault one of those little rascals stole and hid my keys,” he said with an amused shake of his head, watching them with the fond exasperation only family could inspire, “they had it comin’.”

You couldn’t help smiling as you watched him. It was rare to see Valko this relaxed. There was no tailored suit, no lab coat no assassin’s cloak, no meetings, no responsibilities beyond surviving the relentless affection of his younger relatives. His green flannel sleeves had been rolled neatly to his elbows hours ago after the first game of tag, the top buttons of his shirt left undone against the Spring warmth, and despite spending the afternoon being climbed on like an oversized jungle gym, he still looked perfectly content. This was a side of him few people outside his family probably ever saw, and it suited him surprisingly well.

The peaceful moment lasted only a few seconds before you felt his attention shift beside you. It was subtle enough that most people probably wouldn’t have noticed, but you had begun learning the little tells that came with loving a werewolf. His gaze snapped away from the yard in front of him toward something farther off before yours even had a chance to follow, his posture becoming just a touch more alert as one of the children’s voices caught his attention.

“Hey! Fenris,” he called, his voice carrying easily over the backyard without sounding harsh. Your eyes followed his line of sight until you spotted the little boy clutching a bright red ball. He froze mid-step the instant he realized Valko had seen him, “give Luna the ball back. It’s her turn.”

The little boy immediately threw his head back with a dramatic groan, “but! Cous, she—”

“—No I didn’t!” The little girl shouted over him before he could finish, “cous, he—”

“—Fenris,” Valko interrupted, his tone remaining calm but firm enough to end the argument before it had the chance to escalate, “ball. Now. C’mon.”

The little boy sighed as though he’d been dealt the greatest injustice of his young life before begrudgingly holding the ball out. The moment the little girl grabbed it, she smacked it free from his hands, stuck her tongue out at him with a triumphant grin, and sprinted across the yard in a fit of giggles. He let out an indignant yell and immediately tore off after her, disappearing back into the pack of children while several adults hardly noticed the exchange. You felt Valko shift beside you, already preparing to stand and referee whatever inevitably happened next, but before he could lift himself from the chair, you rested your hand over his broad thigh and gave it an affectionate squeeze to keep him where he was.

“They have parents,” you reminded him gently, leaning just a little closer until your shoulder rested comfortably against his.

“Yeah, but you know my booze-loving uncle,” he huffed, allowing himself to sink back against the chair instead as he folded his broad arms across his chest. His eyes never quite left the children, though there was more fondness than frustration behind them, “he gets two drinks in him and then just disappears. And then he wonders why his youngest are little hellhounds off leashes.”

Despite not being one of the elders of his clan, Valko was still its leader. The distinction mattered. The elders held authority over tradition, counsel, and the customs that had guided the werewolf clans for generations, but when people needed someone to follow, someone to trust, someone to carry the weight of everyone else’s worries, they instinctively turned to him. Responsibility seemed to settle onto his shoulders as naturally as breathing. He was always the first to notice when someone needed help, the first to step between conflict before it could grow, and the first person everyone sought out without even thinking about it. Strength had earned him leadership, but the quiet way he cared for everyone around him was what made them willing to follow.

Ironically, the very people who usually insisted on rank and tradition seemed to vanish the moment a backyard full of children needed supervising. The older generation had long since settled into comfortable conversations elsewhere, enjoying the afternoon while the parents of the youngest children relaxed just a little more than they normally would. It wasn’t intentional neglect so much as quiet confidence. They all knew Valko was there.

And if Valko was there…The kids were safe. He was the only one among his cousins and siblings who didn’t have children of his own yet, which somehow made him the designated babysitter every single family gathering. The little ones absolutely adored him. They clung to his legs, begged him for piggyback rides, demanded another game of tag the second the last one ended, and somehow convinced the six-foot-two chairman of EonCore Tech to chase them around the yard pretending to be a monster every single time. They laughed harder with him than they did with anyone else, and watching him throw himself so wholeheartedly into their games made it painfully obvious why he was everyone’s favorite cousin.

But you had also begun noticing something everyone else seemed to miss. The little moments. The tired sighs he thought no one heard. The way he rolled his shoulders when the children weren’t looking. The quiet glances he’d steal toward you whenever he needed a breather before another tiny voice inevitably called his name again. He loved them. God, he loved those kids. But sometimes loving everyone meant forgetting to take care of himself. Sometimes he was the one who needed someone looking out for him.

“Why don’t we get away from it all for a bit?” You suggested softly, reaching over to take the paper plate from his hands after he scooped up the last bite of chocolate cake you’d left for him, “you said I could nap in one of the guest rooms if I got overstimulated, right? What if we both take a nap together?”

He chewed thoughtfully, though it was obvious he was mulling over far more than the last bite of cake. For just a moment, you thought you had him. Then that familiar, responsible expression settled across his handsome face.

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head as he swallowed, “the kids are gonna be running around looking for me the moment I disappear. There’s no rest for the wicked.”

You sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes with affectionate exasperation.

“God forbid you get away for an hour or two,” you teased, “come on.”

Before he could even begin forming another excuse, you stood, walked the few steps to the nearby trash can, and tossed the empty plate away. By the time you returned, he was only just opening his mouth to protest. He never got the chance. You slipped your fingers around his wrist and gave him a firm tug.

“C’mon.”

Without the slightest resistance, he rose obediently from the chair, letting you pull his considerably larger frame to his feet. The corners of his mouth had already started curling upward into a helpless smile. For all his stubbornness, he was remarkably easy to lead whenever you took charge with just enough confidence.

“Alright,” you said, lacing your fingers through his hand as you guided him toward the house, “here we go…”

You slipped out of your shoes by the door, the action reminding him to do the same. The instant you stepped inside, the atmosphere changed. The muffled shrieks of children softened behind the walls, replaced by quiet conversation, the low hum of music drifting through the open living room, and the occasional burst of laughter from relatives gathered around the kitchen island with drinks in hand. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, warming the polished hardwood floors while the cool air-conditioning wrapped around your skin like a welcome sigh of relief after the sunny brightness outside.

You glanced back over your shoulder at him with a grin, “lead the way, puppy.”

He let out a warm, hearty laugh, the sound rumbling effortlessly from his chest as he rolled his eyes with exaggerated resignation, his dimples deepening beneath the grin that never seemed to stay off his face whenever you teased him, “whatever ya say, little master.”

A soft giggle slipped out before you could stop it, and you happily relinquished the lead, allowing him to guide you instead as he started toward the grand staircase. You had only managed two steps behind him before his arm suddenly slipped around your waist. The movement happened so effortlessly that your feet barely had time to register leaving the floor before a surprised little yelp escaped you. His other arm scooped beneath your knees with practiced ease, and in one fluid motion you found yourself swept up against the broad warmth of his chest, securely cradled in his strong arms as though you weighed next to nothing. The subtle scent of his cologne mixed with fresh air and sunshine enveloped you immediately, and your breath caught when you instinctively looked up to find him already smiling down at you.

God…That smile. The corners of his eyes crinkled ever so slightly around those brilliant golden irises, his sculpted cheeks pushing upward into those impossible dimples that never failed to make your stomach betray you. Heat bloomed through your chest and fluttered lower before you could stop it, and you let out the quietest little whine of embarrassment as your cheeks warmed. You very nearly buried your face against his chest, suddenly aware that the two of you were still walking straight through the middle of his family’s house while several relatives lingered nearby with drinks in hand, chatting between themselves.

“Do you have to do that in public??” You whisper shouted, lifting your hand just enough to flick him lightly against the prominent convex of his brow bone.

“Ow!” He scrunched his face dramatically, shaking off your tiny assault as though you’d inflicted a grievous wound before immediately looking back down at you with that same hopelessly pleased grin, “hey, I’m just guarding my emergency rations.”

A laugh escaped you as you rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself while you gently prodded a finger against the firm muscle of his chest, “wow, the big bad wolf’s so territorial.”

“Y’know what? I am, actually—” he answered without the slightest trace of shame, proudly nodding as though that were simply an undeniable fact.

The declaration lasted all of two seconds before one of his feet clipped the edge of the next stair. You felt the sudden hitch in his stride beneath you as his body lurched forward. He recovered almost instantly, catching himself before either of you came anywhere close to falling, but the stumble had already happened. His arms reflexively tightened around you with surprising force, drawing you securely against his chest until there wasn’t even the slightest gap between your bodies. His protective instincts overtook his pride without hesitation, making absolutely certain you hadn’t shifted an inch in his grip before he even thought about his own embarrassment.

“Shit, my bad,” his confident grin vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by immediate concern while his eyes searched your face, “you okay, hun?”

You bit the insides of your cheeks so hard they almost hurt, desperately trying to contain the laughter threatening to spill out. He’d gone from confidently carrying you through the house like some impossibly suave hunk to tripping over his own feet in the span of a heartbeat, and somehow that only made him infinitely more charming.

“Yes, my darling prince,” you answered, your voice thick with barely restrained amusement as your smile stretched wider and wider. You reached up to affectionately pat his chest, unable to hide the fondness sparkling in your eyes while he looked so adorably flustered trying to pretend nothing had happened, “you’re as suave as you are—…Endearing, Valko.”

Before he had the chance to sink too deeply into his own embarrassment, you reached up with an amused smile and gently scratched beneath his chin. The reaction was immediate. His entire expression softened before your eyes, every ounce of flustered dignity melting right off his face as though your fingertips had flipped some hidden switch inside him. His eyes relaxed into warm little crescents, and without even realizing he was doing it, he leaned into your hand, happily following the touch while he continued carrying you up the staircase. The movement was so instinctive, so shamelessly natural, that it made your heart swell. You couldn’t help giggling as you caught the faint blush blooming over the tips of his ears, the soft pink spreading despite all his attempts to stay composed.

“Who’s a good boy?” You whispered through another teasing laugh, your voice dripping with exaggerated baby talk as though you were praising an enormous, overgrown puppy instead of the imposing leader of an entire werewolf clan.

“Shhh,” he whispered back, unsuccessfully biting down on a laugh of his own as the corners of his mouth twitched upward. His pace noticeably quickened, long legs carrying the two of you farther down the hallway before anyone downstairs could overhear your merciless teasing, “quiet…”

“Oh?” You grinned, thoroughly delighted by how easily he’d taken the bait, “who’s a good booooy?!”

This time you didn’t stop at his chin. Both of your hands dove eagerly at the warmth of neck, your fingers happily scratching beneath his jaw before working higher along the strong column of his throat. The delighted little noises he tried so desperately to swallow only encouraged you further as you affectionately scruffed him, watching his composure unravel by the second. He looked like he was fighting for his life not to laugh, his shoulders beginning to tense beneath his flannel while his smile stretched wider and wider despite every hopeless attempt to hide it.

Then you saw it. The unmistakable twitch at the base of his lower back. A heartbeat later, a muffled thump echoed down the hallway. His tail. It smacked enthusiastically against the corridor wall once…Then again. Then faster. You barely had time to laugh before a pair of soft auburn wolf ears sprang up from the cover of his hair, betraying him completely. They perked straight toward you, twitching with every affectionate scratch you gave him while his tail wagged so enthusiastically behind him that it continued bumping against the wall in an utterly futile attempt to contain itself.

Completely busted, Valko hurriedly set you back onto your feet, though it was obvious he wasn’t escaping anything. The moment your bare heels touched the hardwood floor, you took one playful step toward him. He instinctively took one back. Another. You followed. He retreated again until his broad back gently met the hallway wall with nowhere left to go.

“Say it,” you demanded between mischievous giggles, closing the last bit of distance until he was comfortably boxed in by your much smaller frame.

He looked down at you with the most wonderfully resigned expression, already knowing he’d lost. A helpless sigh escaped him as he surrendered completely, allowing the weight of his head to fall into your waiting hands. Your fingers slipped effortlessly into his soft auburn hair before finding those sensitive wolf ears again, scratching gently behind them in slow, practiced circles. His eyelids fluttered almost immediately, and he obediently bent lower to make it easier for you to reach, practically melting beneath your touch until he looked less like the feared leader of a powerful clan and more like the world’s happiest oversized puppy.

“Fine, fine,” he murmured, the words accompanied by another hopeless little laugh as he leaned shamelessly into every affectionate scratch, “I’m a good boy…”

You giggled with quiet satisfaction, thoroughly pleased with yourself as you rewarded his reluctant confession by rising onto your toes and planting a loud, affectionate smooch against his chiseled cheek. His skin was still pleasantly warm beneath your lips, the faint flush lingering there as he let out another helpless little laugh before straightening to his full height once more. Towering over you again, he slipped his large hand around yours without a word, his fingers naturally lacing through yours as though they had done it a thousand times before, and gently guided you farther down the empty hallway.

The farther you walked from the staircase, the quieter the house became. The cheerful sounds of the birthday party softened into a distant blend of muffled laughter, children’s excited voices, and music drifting faintly upward from downstairs, creating a comforting backdrop rather than the overwhelming commotion it had been outside. When you reached the final door at the end of the hall, Valko turned the handle and eased it open just enough to peek inside. Ever vigilant, his golden eyes swept across the room for a brief second before he seemed satisfied. He stepped aside, gently ushering you in ahead of him before quietly closing the door behind the two of you. The soft click of the lock echoed through the room, and with it came an immediate sense of privacy.

The guest room was understated by Ao family standards, though “simple” still meant something far grander than most people would consider ordinary. The room was spacious and modern, decorated in warm neutral tones that made it feel inviting rather than extravagant. A large, plush bed dominated the center of the room, dressed in crisp linens that practically begged someone to collapse into them. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one wall, their sheer curtains billowing gently in the AC’s trajectory while filtered bands of afternoon sunlight painted soft golden stripes across the floor. It was peaceful. Bright. Comfortable. It was exactly what both of you needed.

The moment the door had clicked shut behind him, Valko let out a long, exhausted sigh that sounded as though he’d been holding it in all afternoon. Without a shred of ceremony, he shuffled a few steps forward before allowing gravity to claim him entirely, pitching face-first onto the enormous bed with all the grace of a tree being felled, “timberrr!”

Thump. His entire body bounced once against the plush mattress before settling there, sprawled dramatically across the blankets. You couldn’t help snorting. The sound of his theatrical collapse was immediately followed by a muffled groan of relief from somewhere beneath the pillows, making you laugh as you wandered over to the bedside. Resting one hand against the back of his broad thigh to steady yourself, you drew your other hand back before delivering a firm, playful smack squarely against the rounded muscle of his jeans-clad ass. The clap echoed pleasantly through the quiet room. He let out another muffled laugh into the comforter, his shoulders shaking beneath his flannel shirt.

“Outdoor clothes,” you reminded him with an amused shake of your head, your voice warm with affection rather than scolding. Your hand lingered long enough to give his undeniably firm, ridiculously squeezable ass a thoroughly self-indulgent squeeze, earning yourself the silent satisfaction of feeling the solid muscle beneath the faded denim, “damn, baby cakes…No pun intended…”

His tail reacted before he did. The large, fluffy appendage gave an indignant little twitch before lazily swishing across the bed with enough enthusiasm that the thick fur nearly smacked you straight in the face. You burst into another laugh, batting the oversized tail away with the back of your hand.

“Oh, right,” he remembered, a sheepish little laugh escaping him as he pushed himself back upright.

Valko rolled his shoulders before stretching his arms high over his head, a satisfying series of cracks traveling down the length of his spine as he arched backward with a relieved groan. The afternoon of chasing children had clearly done a number on him. He lingered there for another moment before his hands found the buttons of his forest-green flannel, casually working them open one by one. The fabric slipped from his broad shoulders before landing in an unceremonious heap on the floor, quickly followed by the fitted tank top beneath it. Warm sunlight spilled across the sculpted lines of his sun-kissed torso as he reached for his belt, the quiet clink of the buckle filling the peaceful room while you stepped out of your denim shorts, letting them puddle around your ankles.

You shrugged out of the oversized jacket he’d draped around your shoulders earlier that afternoon to shield you from the light breeze outside, smiling to yourself at the lingering warmth and faint woodsy scent that still clung to it before laying it neatly across the nearby chair. Across from you, Valko stepped out of his jeans, absently nudging them aside with one foot as though the simple act of getting comfortable already had him relaxing.

The moment you pulled your shirt over your head, you barely had time to set it aside before you felt his hands suddenly settle around your waist. A surprised gasp escaped you. Before you could even ask what he was doing, his powerful arms effortlessly lifted you off your feet, stretching you high toward the ceiling as though you weighed almost nothing at all. The sudden rush of movement sent a burst of exhilaration through you, and your hands instinctively shot out to grab hold of his sturdy forearms for balance while laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep in your chest. He looked entirely too pleased with himself. Those brilliant golden eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked up at you, his fanged grin growing impossibly wider the moment he realized you’d surrendered completely to being tossed around like his favorite chew toy.

“Get over here,” he chuckled.

With effortless precision born from having done this countless times before, he tossed you toward the center of the enormous bed. You landed exactly the way you liked. The plush mattress swallowed your weight before springing you gently upward again, sending you bouncing once, then rolling across the crisp sheets in a fit of delighted laughter as the soft bedding wrapped around you.

You had barely managed to roll onto your back before the mattress dipped dramatically. There he was. With absolutely no dignity whatsoever, Valko launched himself after you, pouncing onto the bed with all the unrestrained enthusiasm of an oversized puppy who’d finally found his favorite person after being apart for far too long. His weight sent the mattress bouncing beneath both of you, and your laughter blended together until it echoed warmly through the quiet guest room.

Then, thunk. His prominent brow bone collided squarely with your forehead. The impact wasn’t hard enough to hurt either of you badly, but it was more than enough to make both of you recoil at the exact same moment.

“Ow!” You complained in perfect unison, laughter immediately dissolving into identical grimaces as your hands flew to your foreheads. The ridiculous timing of it only made the whole thing funnier, and even through the brief sting, you could already feel another fit of laughter threatening to bubble right back out.

Just as the two of you were recovering from the self-inflicted collision, a chorus of tiny footsteps came thundering down the hallway outside. The rapid patter against the hardwood grew louder by the second, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of excited little voices bouncing off the walls.

“Cous?? Helloooo??”

“Uncle?? Are you in heeeeere??”

Both of you froze. Your laughter died in your throat so quickly it almost caught there, and before you could even think to react, Valko’s large, warm hand gently settled over your mouth. His eyes met yours for only a brief moment, silently asking you to stay still. You nodded ever so slightly beneath his palm as the room fell completely quiet around you. Outside the bedroom door, the tiny footsteps stopped. His family was made up of werewolves. Even the children possessed senses that put your own completely to shame. You held your breath without meaning to, listening as the little voices lowered into conspiring whispers just outside the door.

“Can you smell him?”

“Yeah,” another little voice answered with complete confidence, “he’s in here!”

Valko closed his eyes for the briefest second before letting out the quietest sigh through his nose. His free hand came up to pinch the bridge of his crooked dorsal hump with the kind of long-suffering resignation that suggested this was far from the first time he’d been tracked down by a determined pack of children. When he opened his eyes again, he looked back at you and silently mouthed the words, “my niece…”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. A tiny fist knocked enthusiastically against the door.

“Uncle!! Can you come play?” His niece called through the wood with all the earnest determination only a child could possess, “you said you’d give me another piggy back ride!”

The corners of Valko’s mouth twitched despite himself. You felt the amused breath escape behind his hand before he reluctantly peeled it away from your lips, raising his voice just enough for it to carry through the closed door.

“Uncle’s busy!” He called back, warmth and apology woven together in his voice, “I’ll give ya piggy back rides later…”

A thoughtful little silence followed.

Then another tiny voice spoke up.

“Well—…What about Auntie Y/n??”

Your heart melted. The nickname was still so new that hearing it caught you completely off guard. The children had only started calling you that today, gradually adopting it one after another as the afternoon wore on and they became more comfortable with you. Every time one of them had said it, it had sent a little flutter through your chest, and somehow hearing it now, through the bedroom door, made it feel even sweeter. Before you had the chance to answer, Valko was already smiling to himself.

“Auntie Y/n and I are really tired,” he replied, effortlessly coming to your rescue before you could even open your mouth, “we’re gonna take a quick nap. Why don’t you kids go play in the pool already? It’s nice and sunny!”

A collective chorus of disappointed groans rose from the other side of the bedroom door, followed by a reluctant scattering of tiny voices mumbling half-hearted agreements. You listened as the little pack slowly gave up their search, their footsteps shuffling down the hallway before gradually breaking into a run. A second later, the sound of them thundered down the staircase in a stampede of laughter and excited chatter, already arguing about whatever game had captured their attention next. Children really did move on that quickly. One moment they were determined to hunt Valko down, and the next they’d completely forgotten the last ten seconds ever happened.

You found yourself watching the pair of auburn wolf ears still perched atop his head as they remained angled attentively toward the door, twitching ever so slightly while he listened to the retreating footsteps. They rotated with remarkable precision, tracking the children all the way down the hall, down the stairs, and finally back outside into the backyard. Only when the last traces of their voices disappeared into the distant chorus of the birthday party did his ears visibly relax, the tension leaving them as they settled naturally again. He let out a long, quiet sigh of relief, and you couldn’t help smiling to yourself as the weight seemed to melt from his wide shoulders all at once.

“Told ya I can’t get a break,” he said with a lazy, tired smile, amusement softening every word as his fingers absentmindedly slipped into your hair.

He brushed a few loose strands back from your face with the gentlest touch, his thumb lingering briefly against your temple before his hand settled comfortably along the side of your head. His eyes rested on you with that familiar warmth that always seemed to quiet the rest of the world, “see, this is why I’m always passing up all these family reunions and I just show up to the important ones. It’s not because of you. It’s ’cause I hate all the small talk with the adults and eventually I start getting a headache from all the kids screaming and running around.”

You believed him. There had been a time, early on in your relationship, when you’d quietly convinced yourself he kept you away from his family because he was ashamed, or not taking you seriously. It had seemed like the obvious conclusion. A werewolf clan wasn’t exactly the place you’d ever imagined belonging, and you’d spent longer than you’d ever admit wondering whether bringing you around would somehow embarrass him or complicate his standing within the Ao family.

Over time, though, you’d come to understand how wrong you’d been. It had never been about shame. It had never been about hiding you. If anything stood between the two of you and the approval of certain members of his family, it wasn’t shame; it was tradition. Old expectations. Old rules. Generations of customs that insisted things should be done a certain way simply because they’d always been done that way.

And Valko…Valko simply didn’t care. He respected his elders, but he refused to let them dictate the course of his own life. He’d made that abundantly clear from the very beginning. Whatever opinions they held, whatever expectations they carried, none of them had ever outweighed what he wanted. And what he wanted was you. Not because biology had declared you his genetically chosen mate. Not because instinct demanded it. Not because fate had handed you to him. He wanted you because somewhere along the way he’d fallen hopelessly, unapologetically in love with the woman lying beneath him. Every teasing laugh, every stubborn argument, every quiet conversation, every moment you’d shared had become another reason for him to choose you again and again with complete certainty.

Bringing you here today hadn’t been an obligation. It had been a statement.nHe hadn’t invited you to a quiet dinner where only a handful of relatives would see you. He’d brought you straight into the middle of a children’s birthday party, surrounded by nearly the entire family, and held your hand through every room, every introduction, and every curious glance without the slightest hesitation. He’d carried you through the house in broad daylight, wrapped his arm around your waist whenever he pleased, and looked at you with the same unguarded affection whether anyone was watching or not. He wasn’t trying to provoke anyone. He simply refused to pretend you were anything less than the woman he loved.

Even if a few of his grandparents had barely acknowledged him throughout the afternoon. Even if some relatives had kept their distance. Even if the older generation still struggled to reconcile centuries of tradition with the path he’d chosen. None of it changed the way he looked at you. You wore the ring he’d given you; a piece anyone connected to the Ao clan or EonCore Tech would recognize immediately, and his familiar scent always lingered softly on your clothes, your skin, your hair from the countless little embraces and kisses he’d steal. Every quiet gesture spoke for itself.

You had never wanted to come between him and his family. You’d spent months hoping you wouldn’t become a source of tension, never wanting to be the reason old wounds or disagreements surfaced. But Valko had never once wavered. He had made his choice long ago.

“I know, honey,” you murmured, and this time you meant it with complete sincerity.

A soft smile warmed your face as you looked up at him, feeling the rough pad of his thumb drift gently across your lower lip with a tenderness that made your chest ache. There was something so effortlessly affectionate about the way he touched you, as though every little caress was second nature, every brush of his fingers another quiet reminder that he was happiest whenever the two of you were close.

You reached up and cupped the warm strength of his neck between your palms, your fingers disappearing into the soft auburn hair at his nape as you gently pulled him down to you. He met you halfway. Your lips found his, and the kiss immediately deepened. It wasn’t hurried or desperate. It was slow, warm, and full of everything neither of you needed to say aloud. You could feel the quiet gratitude in the way he kissed you, the lingering appreciation for stealing this little pocket of peace away from the noise downstairs. His lips lingered against yours before he reluctantly drew back just enough to look you over, his golden eyes tracing your face with unmistakable fondness.

With another contented sigh, he carefully lowered himself over you, instinctively supporting most of his weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush you beneath his much larger frame. You immediately disagreed. Your arms tightened around him, fingers curling into the powerful muscles of his back as you tugged him closer, silently asking for more of him than he intended to give.

Valko let out a quiet, amused breath through his nose before finally surrendering, relaxing the rest of his considerable weight into you until his broad chest settled fully against yours. The plush mattress welcomed the both of you as his six-foot-two frame comfortably flattened you beneath him, pressing a soft breath from your lungs in the most satisfying way imaginable. You adored moments like this. The sheer size of him surrounding you, the solid warmth of his body blanketing yours, and the comforting heaviness of his embrace made you feel impossibly small beneath him in a way that sent a quiet flutter through your chest. He was built like a wall of warm muscle, and you shamelessly loved every ounce of it.

Apparently, so did he. His face disappeared into the crook of your neck as though he couldn’t get close enough, his nose nudging gently against your skin before he began nuzzling you with slow, contented affection. You felt each deep inhale ghost warmly across your throat as he breathed you in again and again, almost greedily, covering you with his familiar woodsy scent while surrounding himself with yours until they mingled together so completely that they became impossible to separate. A weak little giggle escaped you as you tilted your head to give him easier access, smiling at the way he seemed intent on filling his lungs with nothing but you.

Your own hands wandered lazily across the broad landscape of his naked back, savoring the shifting strength beneath warm skin as your fingertips traced familiar paths over powerful shoulders before drifting lower. Eventually, they found the faint ridges of healing scratches you’d left behind the night before, and your touch instinctively softened as you followed each tiny mark with absentminded affection. The memory of how they’d gotten there lingered pleasantly in the back of your mind, drawing another quiet smile to your lips as your palms continued exploring every broad inch of the man comfortably draped over you.

Somewhere in the middle of simply holding each other, you became aware of another subtle change. A growing firmness rested lightly against the inside of your thigh through the snug fabric of his briefs, almost tentative at first before becoming a little more noticeable each time he sighed contentedly against your neck. It wasn’t hurried, nor was it demanding. It felt like the quiet, instinctive response of a man who loved being close to you, whose body had always been as honest as his heart. The warmth of your embrace, the lingering kisses, your wandering hands, the comfort of finally escaping the noise downstairs, and the simple intimacy of lying tangled together were more than enough to stir him, and you couldn’t help smiling to yourself as you felt his cock slowly growing harder against your leg.

It never seemed to take very much. Sometimes all Valko needed was the chance to hold you, breathe you in, and melt into your arms before his body quietly betrayed just how deeply every little touch, every shared breath, and every ounce of closeness affected him.

“Let’s get inside,” he said then, pushing himself up off you with an easy smile.

You both reached for the blankets together, peeling them back before slipping beneath the cool, silky sheets. The fabric glided pleasantly against your warm skin, a welcome contrast to the lingering Spring warmth outside, though neither of you bothered pulling the comforter any higher than your legs. There was hardly any point when Valko radiated enough warmth to rival the afternoon sun itself. He had always been your own personal furnace, and before you’d even fully settled into the mattress, you already knew exactly how the two of you would end up.

You rolled comfortably onto your side, smiling to yourself as he instinctively followed. Just like always, he gathered you into him from behind. His broad, bare chest molded against your back as he gently pulled you closer until there wasn’t the slightest bit of space left between your bodies. The sheer size of him seemed to swallow you whole in the safest way imaginable, his six-foot-two frame naturally enveloping yours until it felt less like being held and more like disappearing into the warmth of a living, breathing blanket. One heavy arm settled snugly around your waist, drawing you flush against him with lazy possessiveness, while his other slipped beneath your neck before curling over your shoulder. His large hand came to rest against your bare upper arm, and his fingertips began tracing slow, absentminded circles over your skin so delicately that a pleasant trail of goosebumps bloomed in their wake.

You sighed softly, completely giving in to him. When he lazily nudged one long leg between yours, you welcomed it without a second thought, letting yourself sink farther back against the familiar shape of his body until you fit together as naturally as two puzzle pieces. The steady rise and fall of his breathing warmed the back of your neck, his heartbeat thumped gently against your spine, and the faint scent of sunshine, fresh air, and his woodsy cologne wrapped comfortably around you. The two of you let out quiet sighs at almost the exact same moment, your bodies relaxing together as every lingering ounce of tension melted away beneath the comforting tangle of blankets, limbs, and familiar affection.

“This is the fucking life,” he murmured happily behind you, his deep voice rumbling sleepily through his chest and vibrating pleasantly against your back, “the sun’s shining…Birds are chirping…Pups are playing outside screaming their little heads off…”

A quiet laugh escaped you as you melted farther into his embrace, instinctively snuggling closer until there wasn’t the slightest space left between your bodies. You arched ever so slightly, pressing your back more firmly against the broad warmth of his chest, and the contented little squeeze that immediately answered from his arms told you he’d been hoping you’d do exactly that. His embrace tightened around your waist with sleepy affection, holding you as though the simple act of keeping you close was as necessary as breathing.

It was impossible not to notice the growing firmness resting against the curve of your ass through the thin layers of your underwear and his briefs. It nestled there naturally, warm and unmistakable, not demanding anything of you so much as quietly betraying how profoundly he responded to nothing more than lying tangled together like this. It made you smile. Valko had always been hopelessly honest with his body, and somehow that vulnerability only made moments like these feel all the more intimate.

Everything around you seemed to settle into a peaceful rhythm. You felt him breathe you in again. His nose buried itself against the side of your neck, drawing another long, slow inhale that lingered until it filled his lungs completely, and the arm around your waist tightened almost unconsciously. His large hand wandered over your bare skin with slow, absentminded affection, kneading your hip and side as though he wished he could somehow mold you even closer to him. It was never enough. No matter how close you already were, he always seemed to crave another inch, another touch, another breath of you, and there was something undeniably endearing about how unapologetically clingy he became whenever the two of you were finally alone.

Truthfully…You couldn’t get enough of him either. The slow rhythm of his breathing against the back of your neck sent pleasant shivers dancing beneath your skin, every warm exhale making the fine hairs along your arms stand on end. His steady heartbeat pulsed comfortably against your back while the comforting heat of his much larger body wrapped around you like another blanket, coaxing you into melting even farther into his embrace. Without even thinking about it, you arched your spine just enough to nestle yourself more snugly against him, pushing the soft curve of your ass back into the warmth of his groin.

The quiet little movement earned an immediate response. He let out the faintest contented breath against your neck as his hips instinctively followed yours, smothering himself flush against you until there wasn’t the slightest space left between your bodies, “God, c’mere…”

You almost shuddered at the syrupy mutter by your ear. The growing firmness beneath the thin fabric of his briefs settled naturally against you, warm and unmistakable, while his large hand slipped lower to your hip, kneading the bare skin there with slow, possessive affection before giving you a lingering squeeze that drew you even closer. He seemed almost desperate to erase the last traces of distance between you, holding you as though no amount of closeness would ever truly satisfy him, and the quiet need in that simple gesture sent another wave of warmth unfurling low inside you.

The quiet intimacy lingered for another heartbeat before you felt him shift. He rose just enough behind you for his face to find your ear, and a ticklish giggle escaped you as the gentle scrape of his fangs caught your earlobe in the lightest teasing nip. The playful bite was immediately soothed by the softness of his lips, which barely brushed beneath your ear before trailing feather-light along the curve of your jaw. Every lingering kiss sent another pleasant shiver racing down your spine, and warmth slowly unfurled low in your stomach as you relaxed beneath the quiet affection of his touch.

He lingered there for a moment, breathing you in once more before speaking in that warm, shameless voice of his, so close that the words ghosted across your skin, “babe…Can I put it in you?”

You let out an exaggerated little gasp, twisting just enough within the warmth of his embrace to glance back over your shoulder. Your eyes met his heavy-lidded golden gaze, watching it slowly travel over your face with that familiar mixture of tender affection and shameless need that always made your stomach flutter. He looked thoroughly intoxicated by you already, and the quiet yearning softening his features somehow made the enormous werewolf behind you seem impossibly sweet despite the unmistakable heat simmering beneath the surface.

“At your family’s house?” You chided softly, “Valko…”

“Please?” He pleaded, his voice dropping into that warm, hopeful murmur that always surfaced whenever he wanted something from you badly enough to stop pretending he had any dignity. His fingertips were already wandering lazily over the curve of your hip, stroking slow circles into your bare skin before slipping lower to trace the elastic band of your panties with featherlight affection that made your skin pebble beneath his touch, “it’s ot like either of us are gonna make a ruckus, I just wanna be inside you…”

God. He could be so unbelievably, endearingly pathetic. The quiet honesty in his voice melted whatever teasing resistance you’d been pretending to have left. Smiling to yourself, you reached down between your thighs and hooked your thumbs beneath the waistband of your panties, slowly easing them down over your hips. Valko barely let you do any of the work before his large hands eagerly joined yours, helping guide the fabric over the swell of your ass with unmistakable impatience, though every touch somehow remained impossibly gentle. The thin material slipped down to your thighs, bunching there while his eyes lingered shamelessly on the newly exposed curve of your body, drinking you in with the kind of appreciation that always made heat bloom through your chest.

His turn came just as quickly. He hooked his own briefs down his hips, impatiently shoving them past his thighs before stubbornly kicking the tangled fabric somewhere toward the foot of the bed without bothering to look where they landed. The quiet huff of determination it took to free himself made you smile to yourself, because even now, when all he wanted was to hold you, Valko still somehow managed to be adorably clumsy.

His hand returned to you immediately. It settled warmly against the small of your back before gliding lower, encouraging rather than forcing as you instinctively arched away from his chest. You gave him exactly what he was silently asking for, lifting your hips just enough for your lower back to curve while he kept your ass aligned with him. The position tilted your pelvis backward, leaving your pussy presented beautifully behind you, and the stretch through your body felt surprisingly good as his broad palm lingered there, proudly admiring the view you’d given him.

A quiet breath escaped your lips. You were already soaked. You could feel it yourself before he ever touched you. Behind you, his cock had grown fully hard from nothing more than holding you, breathing you in, and feeling your body melt against his, and the moment he finally guided himself closer, you felt the warm, heavy head of his cock drag slowly through the slickness gathered between your folds. He didn’t rush it. He simply traced himself along your wet pussy from behind with agonizing patience, coating himself in you with one slow, deliberate glide that made your breath catch in your throat. The intimate drag of him against your slick heat sent a delicious shiver rolling through your spine, and you couldn’t help arching a little farther into him, silently inviting more as he breathed out a quiet, satisfied sigh against the back of your neck.

“You’re wet,” he whispered with delight, carefully aligning himself behind you.

“Mm…” You answered lazily, your voice soft with contentment as you reached back and cupped one side of your ass, gently pulling yourself open to give the monstrosity you knew his cock was the room it always demanded.

It was a familiar ritual by now. No matter how many times the two of you had made love, the sheer size of him still required patience, your body instinctively preparing itself to welcome something so much larger than you. You felt the warm, velvety head of his cock nudge teasingly between your slick folds, gathering another slow coating of your arousal before he eased himself forward. The pressure built gradually, deliciously, until the thick crown finally breached your tight entrance, stretching you open around him with an intimate fullness that drew matching gasps from both of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as your walls instinctively hugged him, slowly yielding inch by inch while your body greedily welcomed him deeper, the delicious ache blooming through your hips and lower belly in a way that made your toes curl beneath the sheets.

Instinct took over before you even thought about it. Your hand reached back to grip his powerful forearm where it rested behind you, your fingers squeezing hard enough to feel the firm muscle shift beneath your palm as you quietly braced yourself for the seemingly endless stretch of him. He entered you with painstaking patience, letting your body accommodate every thick inch instead of rushing, his breathing growing slower and heavier against the back of your neck while your pussy fluttered and tightened around him, drawing him farther inside with every shallow breath you took.

The steady pressure only continued until, at last, his chiseled hips settled flush against the soft curve of your ass, burying themselves there with a slow, indulgent smother that left you feeling impossibly full. His free hand immediately sought your hip, gripping it with just enough firmness to ground himself against the overwhelming relief of finally being where he’d wanted to be, and a warm sigh escaped him into your hair before he leaned down to press a lingering kiss against the crown of your head. The tender little gesture sent a trail of goosebumps dancing down your spine, the contrast between his immense size and his quiet affection making your heart swell just as much as your body.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You simply felt him. You felt the slow, steady pulse of his cock buried so deeply inside you that every faint throb reverberated through your sensitive walls, and your own body answered with involuntary little squeezes that seemed to make him melt all over again. The room had fallen wonderfully still around the two of you. The sounds outside drifted through the room like distant echoes while the two of you remained tucked safely beneath the cool sheets, hidden away in your own quiet world.

Valko gathered you even closer without a word. His hips gave a few absentminded little nudges, not real thrusts so much as sleepy, instinctive attempts to smother himself impossibly deeper, as though his body simply refused to accept that there could still be even the slightest space between you. Every tiny movement coaxed another delicious wave of fullness through you, making you unconsciously press your ass back into him while he held you tighter, his broad chest rising and falling comfortably against your back.

Eventually, the restlessness melted completely out of him. A happy little hum rumbled deep within his chest as his large hands began wandering once more, mapping your body with slow, affectionate reverence. His palms drifted over your waist, your stomach, your hips, your arms, memorizing every familiar curve as though he still hadn’t quite convinced himself you were real. No matter how many times he touched you, it never seemed enough. He loved you with his hands just as much as with his words, constantly seeking reassurance through closeness, through warmth, through simple contact.

A long, contented sigh escaped him. He draped himself lazily over you again, his heavy body settling comfortably around yours until you were wrapped once more beneath the comforting weight of his embrace. The tension gradually drained from his muscles as the peaceful afternoon worked its quiet spell over him, and after several slow, sleepy breaths, you felt the firm pulse of him nestled inside you begin to soften ever so slightly, his body relaxing completely now that he’d found exactly where he’d wanted to be all along.

“Thank you…” He whispered, his voice warm with sleepy contentment as he nuzzled into the crown of your head and pressed another lingering kiss into your hair. His arms tightened around you almost imperceptibly while he breathed you in with another quiet sigh, “man, I’ll take this over piggyback rides any day.”

A soft, drowsy laugh escaped you, the sound muffled against the pillow as you settled more comfortably into the comforting weight of his embrace. His body still surrounded yours completely, warm and heavy in the most reassuring way imaginable, his chest rising and falling slowly against your back while the steady rhythm of his breathing threatened to lull you toward sleep.

“I mean,” you murmured with amused innocence, “I think most men would prefer pussy over kids steering them around by the hair. Right, Uncle Valko?”

The laugh that burst out of him rumbled deliciously through his chest, vibrating straight through your back where you remained tucked safely against him. His whole body seemed to shake with quiet amusement, and you couldn’t help smiling as the sound wrapped around you just as comfortably as his arms did.

“That’s a good point,” he admitted between chuckles, giving your waist another absentminded squeeze as though he couldn’t help himself, “hopefully by now they’re all bugging their parents.”

He let out a contented sigh before burying his face against your hair again.

“I’m on permanent do-not-disturb,” he murmured warmly.

“And what if they come up here again?” You asked, turning just enough in his embrace to glance back at him over your shoulder.

His expression softened immediately when your eyes met. One of his hands slipped from your waist to your face, his broad palm cradling your cheek while his fingers lovingly swept a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. His fingertips lingered there, gently combing through your hair before slowly raking across your scalp in a way that sent pleasant little shivers dancing down your neck. He smiled at you with that impossibly fond look that always made it seem as though there wasn’t another person in the world worth looking at.

“I’ll call their parents and explain that I’m busy with a certain some—”

Your elbow found his ribs before he could finish.

“Ow!” He yelped, immediately grabbing your forearm with exaggerated offense while a laugh threatened to betray him all over again, “kidding, babe. Damn. Relax.”

You couldn’t stop the satisfied smile spreading across your face, “good.”

Turning back toward the pillow, you nestled comfortably against him once more, deliberately tugging his arm tighter around yourself until there wasn’t an inch of distance left between your bodies. You pulled his hand beneath your cheek, using his warm palm as an absurdly comfortable pillow while your fingers curled around his wrist in an affectionate hug. He didn’t protest in the slightest. If anything, he looked entirely pleased to have become part of your bed.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you do,” you mock threatened.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what you always say, Hunter Girl,” he teased, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he playfully pinched your cheek between his fingers. Before you could retaliate, he leaned over you to nuzzle affectionately against the side of your face, pressing a lingering kiss to the cheek closest to him before rubbing his nose lightly against your skin, “you can’t get rid of me even if you tried. We’re bound together forever, destined to fight to the death to protect our kin.”

A quiet, weary sigh slipped from your lips, though it carried more thought than exasperation as you stared toward the sunlight spilling softly through the sheer curtains, “…You really think it’ll always be that way, with werewolves and humans?”

You felt him grow a little quieter behind you. His smile didn’t disappear, but it softened into something gentler, something touched by the weight of reality as he let out a slow breath against your hair.

“…I think we’re making a big step together towards a brighter, more peaceful future,” his voice dropped just enough that you could hear the conviction beneath it, warm and steady against your ear, “a great example that not everyone’s bad. Not everyone’s an enemy or prey.”

He paused for a moment, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of your hand where your fingers remained wrapped around his wrist.

“But…I’d be lying if I told you it’s enough to change centuries worth of bloodbaths overnight. That’s gonna take years and years, if it even happens…” He sighed quietly, the sound carrying a sadness that wasn’t hopeless so much as accepting, “…And if it does, we won’t be around to see that kind of future. We’ll be long dead.”

The words settled heavily inside your chest. Not crushing. Just… Bittersweet.

The peaceful warmth of the room suddenly felt a little more fragile as your thoughts drifted farther ahead than they usually allowed themselves to go. You pictured decades slipping by, generations living lives neither of you would ever witness, and for a moment it became painfully clear just how small a single lifetime really was. The realization made your fingers tighten instinctively around his forearm, holding him a little more firmly as though you could somehow anchor both of you to the present.

He noticed immediately. Of course he did. Without saying another word, Valko shifted even closer until more of his considerable weight settled comfortably over you. His broad chest molded more completely against your back while his arms tightened around your waist in a slow, protective squeeze, surrounding you until you were completely enveloped in his warmth. He buried his face beside yours, brushing his nose affectionately along your cheek before pressing another lingering kiss there, his lips warm and impossibly gentle.

“It’s okay, don’t overthink it,” he murmured softly, his deep voice vibrating through his chest where it rested against your back.

He hugged you tighter, every ounce of his affection poured into the quiet strength of his embrace as though he wished he could physically shield you from worries that hadn’t even happened yet.

“Look at it this way. Whether everyone around us likes it or not, we’ll go down in history,” a faint smile returned to his voice, “we’ll carve a path that hopefully future generations can follow. Even though we won’t be around to see it, maybe our kids will. Or maybe their kids will.”

“…Yeah,” you whispered.

Your eyes drifted toward the sunlight stretching across the floor as your thoughts wandered somewhere beyond the quiet guest room, beyond the birthday party still carrying on outside, and beyond the comfortable peace the two of you had stolen for yourselves that afternoon. You found yourself imagining a future neither of you could fully predict, one filled with difficult choices, impossible expectations, and countless battles that had nothing to do with claws or weapons. Loving each other had never been the hard part. It was everything surrounding that love that would test you, and deep down you knew the resistance you’d faced so far had barely scratched the surface. This was only the beginning.

Valko let out a quiet, bittersweet laugh behind you, the sound rumbling softly through his chest where it rested against your back. His arms remained comfortably wrapped around your waist, holding you close as though he couldn’t imagine spending a single second any farther away from you than this.

“Hey…” He whispered, his voice carrying that familiar mixture of warmth and melancholy, “fate’s a bitch, ain’t it?”

A quiet laugh puffed out through your nose as your fingers instinctively curled around the large hand resting beneath your cheek. His palm had long since become your pillow, warm and solid against the cool silk of the pillowcase, and you gave it an absentminded squeeze as you smiled to yourself.

“It really is,” you sighed softly, “why did it have to be you?”

He simply shrugged, though you felt the movement ripple through the broad wall of muscle pressed against your back.

“Who knows?” He answered easily, “maybe we’re meant to be the people who make a meaningful change. Maybe that’s why both of us evolved from the same primordial soup under the same circumstances. ‘Cause we’re meant to be together.”

He paused for only a heartbeat before a quiet chuckle escaped him.

“Hell…I feel lucky, honestly,” he admit, “not every werewolf finds his or her mate in life. Some never do. Most never do.”

Your brows drew together. You turned just enough within his embrace to look back at him, your head resting comfortably against his broad chest as surprise flickered across your face, “wait, really?”

“Well, yeah,” he replied, blinking at you as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, “I mean…What are the chances? With how many living beings inhabit the planet?”

He let out a quiet breath through his nose, shaking his head with a small, disbelieving smile.

“It’s damn near impossible to find your mate. Your true mate. Not just someone that smells good to you, but the person who smells like your missing half,” his thumb slowly stroked across the back of your hand while he spoke, absentmindedly tracing the same comforting path over and over, “so a lot of us settle. Just like humans do. We have a lot in common when it comes to partnership…But that’s one thing that sets us apart.”

His smile grew softer.

“I knew it was you the moment I smelled you for the first time,” the corners of his mouth twitched upward with amusement, “I mean, granted, you decked me in the fucking face and it was hate at first sight…”

A hearty laugh burst out of you before you could stop it, the memory replaying so vividly in your mind that you could practically feel the sting in your knuckles all over again. Back then, Valko hadn’t been the warm, affectionate man wrapped around you beneath cool sheets on a peaceful Spring afternoon. He’d been the enemy. The infuriating, arrogant werewolf standing directly in your way. You’d wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, and judging by the black eye you’d happily given him that day, your feelings had been made abundantly clear.

Life had a twisted sense of humor. Out of everyone in the world…It had paired the two of you together. Valko watched you laugh for another moment, his expression growing impossibly tender as though seeing you smile like that was reward enough for every hardship the two of you had endured to reach this point. He reached up with his free hand and gave your cheek another gentle pinch, his fingertips lingering there affectionately before cupping your face.

“But…” His voice grew quieter, steadier, every word carrying the weight of complete certainty as he searched your eyes, “I love you. Not just ’cause of biology.”

His thumb brushed slowly across your cheek, and the small smile he wore was so genuine it almost made your chest ache.

“I really do love you, Y/n,” he enforced.

You smiled back up at him, warmth blooming through your chest at the quiet sincerity in his eyes, unable to stop your own smile from growing a little softer in return, “I love you too, Val…Even with how punchable of a face you have.”

A hearty, genuine laugh burst out of him, rich and unrestrained, the sound vibrating pleasantly through the broad chest pressed against your back. His large hand rose to cradle your face, gently scooping your cheek into his warm palm before he leaned in to steal another kiss. His lips lingered against yours for a moment before brushing your nose with his own in an affectionate little nuzzle. You smiled against his mouth, your heart feeling impossibly full.

It was true. You loved him more deeply than you ever thought yourself capable of loving another person. Somewhere between becoming allies, becoming friends, and eventually becoming lovers, Valko had woven himself so thoroughly into the fabric of your life that you could no longer picture where yours ended and his began. You craved his company before anyone else’s. You laughed until your stomach hurt because of him. You trusted him with every vulnerable piece of yourself, and somewhere along the way, he’d begun trusting you just as completely with every vulnerable piece of himself.

Together, you’d become something steady, something unshakable despite every obstacle that had tried to tear you apart. He was your safe place after every difficult day, your greatest comfort, your loudest laugh, your strongest shoulder, your fiercest protector, and somehow also the man who needed you just as much as you needed him. You genuinely couldn’t imagine walking through the rest of your life without him so deeply intertwined with your own.

The quiet guest room seemed to breathe around the two of you as you settled back into the peaceful tangle of limbs beneath the cool silk sheets. The world beyond the room continued moving without you, but inside these four walls, time itself seemed content to slow. Neither of you spoke again for a while. You simply existed together. His fingertips continued their slow, absentminded journey across your hip, tracing gentle circles that buzzed pleasantly beneath your skin until you hovered somewhere between wakefulness and sleep.

Every lazy caress coaxed another contented sigh from your chest, your body relaxing more completely into the familiar weight surrounding you. At some point, your bra disappeared beneath the blankets with quiet, sleepy cooperation, neither of you even remembering who had reached for the clasp first, and not long afterward you lazily nudged your panties down the rest of your legs with absentminded little kicks until they vanished beneath the cool sheets alongside his discarded briefs.

Still…Neither of you actually fell asleep. You drifted. Half dreaming. Half awake. Wrapped so comfortably around one another that every slow breath, every heartbeat, and every tiny movement blurred together into a comforting haze. Valko’s hand never stopped wandering. It continued exploring you with the same quiet affection it always had, molding naturally to the curve of your hip before gliding over your waist, your stomach, your thigh, your arm, never lingering long enough to feel intentional and yet never quite settling anywhere else either. It was simply the way he loved you. He loved with touch. With closeness. With quiet reassurance that you were there, safe beneath his hands, and every slow pass of his broad palm seemed to say everything words no longer needed to.

Eventually, your own hand found his. Without opening your eyes, you gently curled your fingers around his larger hand and guided it higher, settling his warm palm over the soft fullness of your bosom while you remained curled comfortably on your side against him. The position naturally pressed your breasts together beneath his broad hand, and the contrast between his calloused skin and your softer warmth sent a pleasant shiver through you. His fingers flexed almost instinctively as they rested there, the rough pads grazing lightly across your sensitive nipples while his palm molded comfortably to your body. The gentle contact lingered, unhurried and familiar, and before long you found yourself becoming increasingly aware of every subtle stroke, every tiny shift of his hand, and every quiet sensation blooming beneath his touch until the simple intimacy of being held like this began stirring something warm and restless deep inside you once again.

Apparently…It was doing something to Valko as well. You felt it before you saw any other sign of it. The comfortable fullness of him nestled inside you gradually changed, the soft warmth slowly firming as his cock began to swell again within the welcoming confines of your body. A quiet, satisfied sigh escaped your lips as you felt him throb, each slow pulse spreading deliciously through your sensitive walls while he steadily hardened, growing more solid with every passing heartbeat. At nearly the same moment, his thumb lazily swept across your nipple in one slow, indulgent stroke, the rough pad of his fingertip grazing the sensitive peak just enough to coax a pleasant shiver from the base of your spine.

Oh…Your stomach fluttered. Was this really heading where you thought it was? It was. God…It absolutely was. Without either of you speaking a single word, his broad hand slowly drifted away from your breasts, lingering over the soft curve of your body as it traced a leisurely path down your stomach. His palm molded comfortably against your waist before continuing lower until it reached your thigh. His touch remained unhurried, almost absentminded in its tenderness, yet there was unmistakable purpose beneath every movement. Gently, he guided your upper leg a little higher over his own, subtly adjusting the way your bodies fit together until your hips naturally opened beneath the warmth of his embrace. The new angle exposed you more fully to him, and his fingertips began the slow climb back up the inside of your thigh.

Every inch of skin they crossed seemed to wake beneath his touch. His fingers wandered higher with infuriating patience, featherlight against your warm flesh until they finally brushed your slick clit. The contact was so gentle it almost wasn’t there. Almost. A slow, buzzing warmth unfurled through your lower belly, making your breath catch as a delicious current rippled upward through your body. You instinctively tightened around him, your walls fluttering in response to the sensation, and the involuntary squeeze drew a warm sigh from Valko as he answered with a slow, appreciative press of his hips. He settled himself just a fraction deeper, the quiet movement accompanied by another contented breath that spilled warmly into your hair.

Nothing needed to be said. You understood each other far too well for words. You simply lifted your leg a little higher against him, silently giving his large hand more room to move. He accepted the invitation immediately. His fingertips began tracing slow, practiced circles over your clit, every deliberate stroke measured with the kind of familiarity that only came from loving you as intimately as he did. The rhythm was gentle, patient, almost reverent, while his hips answered in kind. He began moving inside you with the same quiet devotion, drawing himself back only enough to ease forward again in slow, affectionate strokes that let you feel every thick inch gliding through your welcoming warmth. The steady fullness of him filled you so completely that each unhurried movement seemed to melt straight through your body, drawing another soft sound from somewhere deep in your throat as pleasure gradually pooled lower and lower inside you.

Your hand reached back instinctively until your fingers found the sharp contour of his hip, holding onto him while he continued moving with sleepy, contented rhythm. Behind you, his other arm tightened protectively around your upper body, his broad hand spreading across your shoulder as though he couldn’t bear the thought of letting even an inch separate the two of you. His chest remained comfortably molded against your back, every slow thrust carrying the steady warmth of his body with it while his lips occasionally brushed your hair in absentminded kisses.

It wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t driven by overwhelming urgency. It was slow. Tender. Deeply affectionate. Yet somehow that only made every sensation feel more consuming. His fingers never lost their patient rhythm, circling exactly the way he knew your body liked best after loving you enough times to understand every little reaction before it happened. Every practiced stroke over your sensitive clit blended seamlessly with the languid roll of his hips, each gentle movement feeding into the next until your body responded almost on instinct. Warmth spread through you in slow waves, your breathing growing softer and less steady as pleasure steadily gathered beneath the surface. Your eyes drifted closed, your head relaxing back against his shoulder while the familiar heat coiled lower in your stomach far faster than you expected, tightening with every affectionate touch and every unhurried stroke until it hummed through you with quiet, irresistible intensity.

But Valko was unraveling behind you. Every slow roll of his hips drew another deep, shaky breath from his chest, the sound vibrating warmly along your back before dissolving into the quietest moan. He sounded utterly blissed out, lost somewhere between the lazy rhythm of his cock filling you and the comforting intimacy of simply holding you this close. There wasn’t an ounce of urgency in the way he moved. Every slow, deliberate thrust buried itself into you with indulgent patience, his hips rocking forward until they nestled flush against the soft curve of your ass before easing back only enough to begin the journey all over again. His cock glided through your slick pussy with an intimate fullness that seemed to melt the tension from every muscle in his body, and judging by the contented sounds spilling from his lips, he wasn’t thinking about anything in the world except how impossibly good you felt wrapped around him.

His fingertips, however, told a different story. While his hips remained slow and languid, his fingers had gradually found a quicker rhythm over your clit, each practiced little circle coaxing another pulse of heat through your body until your thighs trembled ever so slightly. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly how your body responded, exactly how to build you higher without ever rushing you there, and the quiet confidence born from loving you so many times only made every touch feel infinitely more intimate.

His breathing grew heavier. Quicker. Needier. The sound alone sent a pleasant shiver racing beneath your skin, every warm inhale brushing the back of your neck before spilling into another unsteady sigh. His entire body seemed to radiate quiet want, surrounding you completely until it felt impossible to tell where your own warmth ended and his began. He tucked himself even closer behind you, his broad chest molding more firmly against your back while his arm instinctively tightened around your upper body, drawing you impossibly deeper into the shelter of his embrace. Then his lips found your ear.

“Oh, fuck…” He breathed, his voice rough with barely restrained pleasure, each word ghosting hotly across your skin, “oh my God…”

His next slow thrust drew another helpless sound from somewhere deep in his chest before he whispered your name with such naked reverence it made your heart skip.

“Y/n…” He breathed hotly, “Y/n, your pussy…”

Your entire body tightened around him. The low, lewd rasp of his voice poured straight into your ear like warm, rich honey, thick with want and so utterly sincere that it stole the breath from your lungs. He had absolutely no right saying your name like that. No right making it sound so treasured, so adored, so devastatingly erotic that every syllable seemed to settle beneath your skin and bloom there. It wasn’t just the words themselves. It was the way he said them, every ounce of need woven openly into his voice without embarrassment or restraint, as though speaking your name while buried inside you was the most honest thing he’d ever done. A pleasant wave of goosebumps rippled across your arms. Your pussy fluttered helplessly around him again.

“Shit,” he groaned, the word slipping out on another shaky breath as his broad hand spread firmly across your stomach, holding you securely against him while his other hand quickened over your clit.

The slow, affectionate rhythm of his hips never faltered, each deep stroke filling you completely before easing away only to sink home again with the same indulgent fullness.

“Baby…” His voice cracked ever so slightly beneath the weight of his own longing, “let me knot you…”

Another slow thrust, another desperate breath against your ear.

“Oh, let me knot you…” His voice lowered with need.

Heat surged violently into your cheeks at his plea, blooming all the way down your neck as the image alone sent another pulse of desire curling low in your stomach. You could already feel the first signs of it happening inside you. His hips pressed more firmly against the curve of your ass from behind, the slow, loving rhythm taking on a deeper, more instinctive urgency as though every part of him was quietly surrendering to something older than thought. His large hand tightened over you without becoming rough, anchoring securely across your stomach, keeping you exactly where he wanted you while the other fingered you. It wasn’t force. It was need. Pure, aching, animal need that poured through every deliberate roll of his hips as he continued rutting into your slick, welcoming pussy with slow, passionate devotion.

You could feel every powerful muscle working beneath his skin. Every flex of his abdomen. Every subtle shift of his hips. Every inch of his body moved yours along with it as he rocked into you, his thick cock gliding so deeply through your pussy that each unhurried thrust seemed to melt another layer of tension from your body. His fingertips never lost their practiced rhythm over your clit, circling with infuriating precision until the mounting pleasure became almost unbearable. The steady, delicious friction coaxed the first involuntary flutter from your tight walls, your pussy squeezing him so suddenly and so completely that a broken groan escaped his throat behind you.

“You’re so close…”

The sound alone sent another rush of heat through you. You felt him throb harder inside you. Then you felt something else. The unmistakable swell gathering at the base of his cock began to press more insistently past your entrance, gradually growing thicker with every slow, deep stroke. It made his rhythm change almost without him realizing it. He stopped drawing himself as far back, each thrust becoming shorter, deeper, more possessive than the last as though his body had already decided it wasn’t letting you go anywhere. Every roll of his hips buried him until he met that delicious resistance, his cock settling into a depth that made your breath catch as the growing knot teased insistently at your body. The sensation alone sent your thoughts spinning, your stomach burning hotter and hotter with every passing second while his thumb continued rubbing slow circles over your swollen clit with unwavering devotion.

You were trembling now. Your thighs quivered. Tiny, helpless twitches rippled through your body as pleasure steadily tightened lower and lower inside you, your breathing dissolving into soft, broken whispers while his strong arms held you securely through every shudder. You could barely keep still. Every affectionate thrust, every slow grind of his hips, every practiced stroke of his fingers coaxed another helpless squeeze from your pussy around his cock until you weren’t sure whether you were clinging to him or simply falling apart in his arms. Your nails dug into his forearms without thinking, holding onto the solid strength beneath your fingertips as though he were the only thing keeping you grounded while the tightening coil inside your belly wound itself impossibly tighter.

“Do it,” you urged, your voice escaping in nothing more than a breathless whisper, every word trembling with anticipation as you surrendered completely to the overwhelming warmth building inside you., “w-want you to knot me like last night…”

Your lifted thigh finally gave out beneath the mounting intensity, dropping back down as your legs instinctively squeezed together around his wrist. The movement trapped his hand exactly where you needed it most, and before you were even consciously aware of what you were doing, your hips began helplessly rocking against his palm. You shamelessly humped the steady pressure of his hand, chasing every practiced circle of his fingertips over your swollen clit while he answered with growing desperation of his own. His touch became just a little quicker, just a little firmer, every stroke perfectly familiar after loving you enough times to know precisely what your body begged for when you were this close. At last, heaven graced you.

The tightening coil inside your stomach snapped. Pleasure exploded through you in a blinding wave of white-hot ecstasy that stole every coherent thought from your mind. Your entire body seized in his embrace as your pussy clamped down around his thick cock, fluttering violently while your back arched into the broad wall of his chest. A helpless cry tried to tear its way out of you, but Valko’s free hand rose immediately to cover your mouth, his warm palm gently muffling every broken sound as you trembled uncontrollably against him.

“Cumming,” you cried breathlessly into his hand, your voice dissolving into desperate little whimpers as each pulse of pleasure rolled through you harder than the last, “I’m cumming, Val…I’m cumming, I’m cumming…”

“C-cum on it,” he practically growled, his voice rough, tight, and trembling with overwhelming bliss as he shuddered once, then again, his entire body quaking against yours, “fuck yeah…Cum on it, baby…Just like that…I’m—…Oh God, I’m about—…”

Your climax squeezed him relentlessly. Every helpless flutter of your tight walls milked another broken groan from somewhere deep in his chest, and then you felt him finally let go. Warmth surged deep inside you in slow, powerful pulses, each release painting your insides with familiar heat that spread through your body in delicious waves. You had grown to love that feeling almost as much as you loved the man giving it to you, and you sighed helplessly into his palm as every pulse seemed to melt another piece of you beneath the quiet intensity of the moment.

He was shaking. You felt it everywhere. His thighs trembled against yours. His chest quivered against your back. Even the arm wrapped protectively around your waist tightened instinctively as though he needed something solid to anchor himself while wave after wave overtook him. His hips settled completely flush against the soft curve of your ass, refusing to leave even the slightest space between your bodies while he held you as close as physically possible, his cock seeking its deepest home inside you as his body slowly surrendered to its own overwhelming relief.

Then you felt it. The knot finished swelling. The thick base of him gradually expanded until it settled securely inside you, stretching you with slow, insistent fullness that left him comfortably lodged where he belonged. There was nowhere else for either of you to go now, and neither of you seemed remotely interested in trying. His hips gave one final, lazy press before relaxing completely, and a long, slow breath poured from his lips as every powerful muscle in his body finally loosened beneath the comforting haze of exhaustion.

Valko became deliciously heavy against you. His heartbeat hammered steadily through his chest into your damp back, strong enough that you could feel every beat while his warm skin glistened faintly with the sheen of sweat gathered from the slow, affectionate intensity you’d shared together. His breathing gradually evened out into long, contented sighs as he remained wrapped securely around you, making no effort whatsoever to move away. Instead, he simply nuzzled into your hair once more and pressed the softest kiss to the crown of your head, lingering there as though he couldn’t resist one more quiet expression of affection.

His fingers, still slightly shaky from everything you’d just shared, resumed their slow, absentminded caresses over your stomach and arm, tracing gentle paths across your skin while a blissfully content hum rumbled from deep within his chest. You could hear the smile in it before you ever saw it, and somehow that quiet, happy sound was every bit as intimate as the embrace that still held you so completely in his arms.

You stayed like that for a long while, neither of you feeling the slightest urge to move. The room had fallen beautifully quiet again, save for the slow rhythm of your breathing gradually finding each other until your inhales and exhales seemed to rise and fall in perfect unison. His embrace never loosened. If anything, the enormous werewolf only seemed to melt more completely around you, holding you with the same instinctive tenderness he’d shown from the moment you’d slipped beneath the blankets together. His hand continued its lazy, absentminded journey over your stomach, your waist, and your arm, every slow caress so familiar and reassuring that it felt less like touching and more like quietly reminding himself you were still there.

His face rested against your hair, and every now and then he would press another feather-light kiss to the crown of your head, the gesture so absentminded it felt entirely instinctive. A contented little hum still rumbled in his chest from time to time, vibrating softly through your back as though happiness itself had settled somewhere deep inside him.

Your eyelids gradually grew heavier. The steady beat of his heart against your back, the comforting warmth of his body surrounding yours, and the slow, affectionate rhythm of his wandering fingertips gently pulled you toward sleep one soothing moment at a time. Nestled securely in his arms, you let yourself drift, your breathing evening out as the last lingering thoughts quietly dissolved beneath the simple comfort of being exactly where you belonged.

Wrapped together beneath cool silk sheets, hidden away from the lively celebration downstairs, the two of you surrendered to the quiet afternoon, dozing peacefully to the sound of birdsong and laughing children beyond the windows while the world, for just a little while, allowed you both to simply exist together.

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⁀➴☕︎ | Valko is the king of bad timing (his confessions right)

minors dni.

It is no surprise that you are more coherent than Valko during sex.

For a man who could command an entire boardroom without breaking a sweat all the while making his shareholders comply to his whims, it was gratifying to see him be reduced to this whimpering mess.

It didn't matter if he was above you, thrusting into you so hard that the bed frame rattled, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud as he buried himself in so deep you could feel him in your throat. With just the right stimulation and the slightest tightening of your walls around his length, he would lose his composure, groaning into your shoulder, his cock pumping against you in a frenzied rhythm.

He would never make you beg. Pleasing you was his first priority. In every possible way. Even if it meant subjecting himself to your sweet, little torture.

Even in the delirious state he was in, with every muscle and bone in his body protesting, if you quietly told him to stop, all movements would cease. His entire body thrumming with tension, shaking above you as you finally catch a breath, wrapping a leg around his waist, your heel digging into his ass and pushing him deeper. Your moan is eclipsed by his groan, by the effort it is taking him to listen to you.

"Who's my good boy, hm?" Fingers tugging at his hair, you'd pull his head back as a whimper lodges in the back of his throat while you kiss your way down the side of his neck, his rock-hard cock throbbing inside your pussy.

He wouldn't make you beg. You would.

You've been edging him for what seems like hours now, you've cum twice in the process and everytime you've made him stop. Forced him to feel every contraction of your walls, feel the way they sucked him in as he hovered above you, whining into your skin in desperation.

Right now, he can't even find his voice to answer you as you pepper kisses on his skin, sucking your mark under his ear where he was most sensitive, overstimulated to the point of no return as his eyes roll to the back of his head. His cock is twitching, the thick vein running on the underside dragging against your gummy walls.

"Go ahead" You whisper, feeling the hair on his skin rise, his ears perking up at the husky command, getting ready to please you in whichever way you demanded of him "Say the magic words"

"I love you"

Your entire body goes rigid beneath him, his tail that had been wildly swishing behind him ever since you told him to stop suddenly goes limp at your reaction and his realization at the words that spilled past his lips. His eyes are wide like he can't believe he said it to you, here, dropping the bomb out of nowhere in the worst possible situation.

He goes to sit up, hands letting go of you only to flail about as he tries to explain his way out of it. This is not how he intended to confess his feelings. You deserved better. You deserved a proper confession after a proper date with flowers and gifts and-

Your arms lock around his neck before he can pull away from you completely, hauling his face down to yours till your noses brush against each other.

"Say it again" Your voice is a whisper, afraid any higher octave might shatter the spell.

"I love you" He repeats, no hesitation in his voice as his hands find their way back on your skin.

"You love me?" Your voice is disbelieving, laughter filled with self-pity escaping you "You" The word is emphasized "-love me?"

Wrapping his arms around your back, Valko lifts you into his arms and into his embrace, face finding its home in the crook of your neck to press a reassuring kiss to your skin "Yes. For the longest time" He pulls back to look at you, to show you his sincerity "I have been hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you. God, I'm crazy about you"

"Val" You warn under your breath "Don't mess with me"

"I'm not-"

"Because I love you too"

Valko's restraint snaps, slamming into you so deep that your back arches, hips bucking up against his pulsating length as his release crashes over him and he takes you down with him. Thighs trembling, you feel thick spurts of his cum lining your walls till he's gushing out of your sensitive folds.

His entire body has you trapped beneath him, robbing you of air as he hides his face into the sheets, over your shoulder, his neck and ears red from embarrassment. It's only when you start giggling does he pull back, pouting at you.

"I love you, you silly doofus" You tell him, kissing his nose.

"I don't think you should be allowed to say that in bed" His face is burning, tail swishing behind him in elation.

"And you can?"

"Well" He's nuzzling against you again, entire body rubbing against yours "You're obviously better at handling it"

Only because he isn't. You had him wrapped around your finger and loved every second of it.

Years down the line, nothing changes. He's still just as eager to get you in bed even if he knows you're not going to make it easy for him.

"Are you gonna be good for me?" You're on his lap, cooing at him as he fights his natural instincts to take over and fuck you into next week while you grind your pussy down on him.

Whimpers escape him, conceding to you as you bite down on his nipple "Use your words, baby"

"Yes, yes. I will be so good" Fingers digging into your waist, he's resisting the urge to bounce you on his cock with the way you're dragging this out. He's going to try and use underhanded tricks to make you surrender first any second now.

When he sets his sights on you head on, you know it's coming "I love you" His hands are spanning the expanse of your back, waist and ass, digging into each cheek to prompt you to move, bounce, grind- do something, anything "Baby, please-"

"Always?" You circle your hips around his length, your pelvis grinding into him before you rise till he's almost completely out.

You're waiting on him to say the magic words that you so love, knowing he's about concede the way his half-lidded eyes flutter and his body goes taut, strung tight like a bow waiting to snap as his voice cracks when he pleads with you.

"Fuck yes- God, please. I bought a ring last week and booked a venue and I'll always, always be good to you so please just-" When you slam back down on him, his breath catches, voice barely carrying over toc you "-give me a chance to make you the happiest girl in the world"

And that's how you find out your silly wolf of a boyfriend was going to propose.

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summary ♡ losing your job takes a serious toll on you and when your roommate’s "co-worker" isn't able to make it for a stream, an unforeseen idea sparks

content ♡ camboy&roommate!valko/reader, livestreamed sex, oral(fem!receiving), p in v (obvi lolll), he calls you pup bc why not

wc ♡ 4.7K (WOWOWOWOW)

a/n ♡ SURPRISEEEE!!! this may not be good, not too much

Trying to find a job was hard.

Trying to find a job while also being unemployed was even harder.

But you swore not to be too hard on yourself when you knew well in your heart that you were trying your best. Doing such a thing served you no justice and only made what was already a stressful experience, even more difficult.

No one anticipates being grouped into their company’s massive layoff, not when they swore that they had been a good little sheep in the communism hamster wheel of meetings, late night projects, and stacks of paperwork. Though with luck almost as bad as a cursed cartoon character, of course life would play out in a way that delivers you such heavy-hearted misfortune.

So, as you step into your apartment, trying your hardest not to breakdown after another shitty interview and realizing that you’ve officially been jobless for nearly five months now, all you can think of is some good food and your bed that you plan to rot in indefinitely.

“You look exhausted,” Valko says to you from where he lounges on the couch. “Another bad day?”

You’ve been disassociating so much the last few weeks that you actually tended to forget that you cohabitated with another person. Rather than being able to sulk in your feelings and waste away from the never-ending disappointment, your roommate wasn’t exactly the kind of man to let you if he had any say.

When you decided to share a space with one of your closest friends, especially one with a personality as out there as his, you figured it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Although it took you a few days to consider his offer, eventually you knew that the benefits were far too great and as time progressed, it proved to be a dynamic going strong for the last three years.

Where you kept to yourself and avoided the unnecessary, he was quick to speak up and make his voice heard. Truly, it was perfect.

You just never anticipated being the one who would be forced to hear it the more your frustrations and grievances became harder to mask.

You kick off your shoes and remove your cardigan in silence, intentionally ignoring him and focusing on whatever commercial that had put a pause to the media he was streaming.

“Am I asking for trouble if I say anything else?” he adds as you plop yourself down on the couch next to him and take a piece of beef jerky from the bag he’s nearly finished with.

“You're so greedy.” He raises a brow and tilts his head with confusion like a lost puppy at your comment.

“You do know that you’re the one eating my snack, don’t you?”

“I thought you didn’t mind sharing with me.”

“I don’t mind. Not at all.” He pauses his wildlife documentary, clearly ready to keep the conversation going and for all of his attention to stay on you. “But you’re the one raiding my stash and calling me names. Then you don’t even say hi. Do I mean nothing to you?”

“You just got this bag this morning and it’s already pretty much gone, dude,” you chuckle. “Greedy, dramatic, and sensitive.”

“You’re pivoting, you know? Not very good at being subtle about it either.”

You didn’t want to talk about it. You really, really didn’t.

You didn’t want to explain what he clearly already knew and didn’t feel like hearing the same reassuring words that weren’t doing anything to ease your constantly racing mind.

Valko leans over and snags the practically empty bag from you and tosses it somewhere out of your reach.

“What the hell is your problem—”

“You’re trying to shut me out again and I’m not letting you do that.”

“Does it kill you to not overstep?”

“That was so damn cheap.”

“How about add nosy to the list while we’re at it.”

“Concerned is more like it,” he corrects. “Why are you pushing yourself so hard when I told you to ease up? You do know that besides being your roommate, I am your friend. And friends don’t let their friends do and experience shit alone. You’re not doing this by yourself and I wish you stopped acting like you are.”

Already, you want to cry. Again.

The tears burn behind your glassy eyes and the uncomfortable tingle in your jaw makes it tick with the urge to let the waterworks flow freely.

Ever since you’ve been trekking through these unexpected hardships, Valko has been covering everything. Rent, groceries, utilities—the whole nine yards. He made you promise to not dip into your savings or to overwork yourself to try compensating for anything he wasn’t expecting of you.

What should’ve been relief had been a nightmare for you ever since.

You’ve always been able to have his back in some way, always have been able to be a dependable counterpart in your two-party pack. But ever since you lost your job, you’ve had to lean on him 100% and never have you ever felt so helpless.

Sure, his job does pay well. Very well, in fact. So much so that necessities and wants for both you and him were expenses he had no qualms about paying.

When he suddenly told you that he planned on seeing what it was like to be a camboy a few years back simply because he had the face and body for it, to say you were stunned was an understatement. At the time, he quite literally said one of his biggest reasons for contemplating such an idea was because he was “bored”. You weren’t one to discourage him if he had the confidence for it either.

Valko’s always been one to try his hand at something if he figured he’d be good at it. Combine that with his carefree-like approach to almost anything he sets his mind to, it shouldn’t be shocking that not only was he right in his assumptions of anticipated success, but he practically became one of the best known in the business what felt like overnight.

Working independently, it wasn’t long before agencies were reaching out and established workers wanted to work with him. Playing his cards right, he chose to remain solo, but when he partnered with the right people and produced the content the fans were begging for, his popularity and finances boosted exceptionally in record time.

To some extent, it’s been a rollercoaster for the both of you. He had to adjust to the recognition and demand while you had to do the same with all the things that could possibly come with the territory of having one of your closest friends be both your living partner and someone who has sex with others on camera.

You felt guilty for your lack of contribution irregardless of the reassurance he gave you and with the sincere look on his face, you were almost certain he could see it.

“We’ve already talked about this, Val.”

“So why does it seem like you still don’t get it?” He sighs, placing his hand on your head and making you turn it to face him instead of the coffee table like you’ve been doing this whole time. “It’s pretty bogus, if you ask me.”

He raises an eyebrow when you sit there silently with such a defiant expression, chuckling at the pouty lips and blank stare.

“Because you don’t get it. You’re not in my position, how could you even?”

“I don’t have to be. I know which one I’m in and I told you what it’s gonna look like until something changes. Nobody’s rushing you around here but you. Funnily enough, you’re the one that doesn’t see that.”

“Oh, you’re sooo inspirational,” you comment sarcastically as you drag out your words. You go to remove his hand from you. Ignoring the truth in his words helps you cope. “Let’s get this one a talk show.”

But he doesn’t let you discard his touch so easily, hand slipping down to the back of your neck to evade your move. He sees the way you tense as much as he can feel it, smiling to himself when your eyes widen and your lips press together.

“Nervous, huh?” Valko’s thumb swipes across your nape gently. “It’s always so easy to mess with you.”

He’s a friend. He’s always been a flirt. Don’t read too much into it.

“You’re so annoying. Get off me.”

“You think just because you’re wallowing in your emotions that I’d let you off easy?”

“Off,” you repeat, trying to shrug him away, but to no avail. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work anyways? Isn’t that guy coming by? Caleb or whatever?”

Valko raises his arms in amused defeat as he follows your stern order. “He cancelled today. Had something come up. I was gonna tell you later.”

Then that meant… “What about the stream you have to do today?”

“I’m still doing it, just by myself. Probably won’t be as fun for everyone since he can’t make it, but I’m nothing if not resourceful.”

If they were truly present in your head, certainly the both of you would’ve been capable of hearing the gears turning.

You stay with the egregious thought for a minute—a long minute, actually.

Valko, a popular and overly loved camboy with copious amounts of supporters. A job where he makes and earns money in real time. Thousands of fans in one stream surely has to equal the same in revenue, at least somewhat.

You don’t have a job.

You need something to not feel so awful.

It’s quick and relatively harmless.

But this is your friend. This will change the dynamic drastically—forever. Maybe he could handle it, it’s just work to him after all. Another day in the “office”. But could you? Do you want to add more turmoil to your already raging flame?

“Can I...” You stop yourself.

Should you really be asking this? Are you ready for something so extreme and sudden? But the opportunity is sitting in your face and begging to be taken.

“Can you what? Don’t give up, I believe in you,” he jests, leaning into you slowly and close to nudging you with his shoulder.

You push him away immediately and ignore his exaggerated look of betrayal. “Could you be serious?”

“If you could finish your sentence, I can think about trying.”

Rolling your eyes and huffing out a shaky breath that he hears too clearly, you muster up the courage. Or whatever this kind of audacity is.

“What if… what if I take his… place?”

The room falls silent. Too silent. For a second, you think you might’ve actually stopped his heart.

“… What the fuck.”

Not what you were hoping to hear, but it’s a fair reaction nonetheless.

“We don’t have to show my face,” you urge. “I don’t want to show it at all, actually. Just hear me—”

“Are you insane? Absolutely not.”

He doesn’t get to shut you down like this. Maybe it’s the adrenaline coming from what you’re genuinely considering or the desire to make some kind of progress in something that’s been so dormant, but if he would just work with you.

“I’ve been feeling like shit for months, Valko!” He freezes at your voice raised so suddenly, gaze flickering between your clenched fists and avoidant eyes. “Maybe it’s just desperation. Maybe this is so irresponsible of me and… and m-maybe I’ll regret it in the future. But I can’t keep sitting here and failing, okay?”

“How many times do I have to tell you—”

Your head shakes immediately to swat away what’s supposed to be uplifting if you’d let him finish.

“I trust you. I trust you get where I’m coming from and why I’m trying to do this.” You move closer to him, trying not to let it sting when he watches you warily like you’re not in your right mind. “If you don’t want to do it with me, I rather you just say that. But… but I can do it. If you let me, Val, I can show you. Please.”

He tries to ignore the way his dick twitches from the softness that claims your tone. His sweatpants feel like they've suddenly shrunk three sizes and are suffocating him. But the way you cling to him, how you beg…

“I don’t want to take advantage of you being in such a vulnerable place, pup. That’s not my style.”

“You aren’t if I’m asking for it. I want… I want to feel like I’m doing something—that I’m helping and that I believe it in my own terms.”

His features soften. He’s always given you everything you wanted. How could he deny you when you come to him like this? Even with his concerns, he can’t ignore the temptation.

“… Nothing’s gonna change about us? You won’t run when it’s done?”

Your head moves side to side, decision firm and resolute. “I promise not to.”

It’s been hours since you had that conversation and only now were your nerves trying to get the best of you when the act itself was this close to happening.

Seeing Valko live and in his element was different from watching behind a screen in secret. Of course you watched him from time to time, it wasn’t abnormal to be curious. How could one not be?

Were you proud to say that you’ve seen your friend’s cock? Or that you’ve seen what he looks like when his strong thighs are covered in his cum? Or how he sounds when he edges himself for over an hour? No, not really. But you’d be lying if you said you regretted seeing or enjoying it.

The minute he started, having you sit beside him and out of view until it came time to do what the both of you were there for, his stream was flooded with donations, comments, and viewers, instantly.

It almost made you nauseous, seeing the number of watchers jump from 0 to 20, 500, then surpassing the thousands faster than you could blink. He gave them that flirtatious banter and cocky energy effortlessly, teasing a few supporters and playfully reprimanding others for their smutty dialogue.

This was easy for him, at least it had become so with time, and it forced you to observe with admiration.

He didn’t even have to do anything different outside of who he is naturally, simply sitting at his desk and staying dressed in the same comfortable attire you found him in after coming home.

There was something about Valko that you could never put your finger on, and that amplified as you paid close attention to the way he interacts with the people who love him and his body.

valsbabydoll: isn’t caleb supposed to be here today??

locawerewolf: can we get to itttt

valkosprincess: he’s so sexy, i’m dripping

“Don’t be mad at me,” he smirks, eyeing the way they urge him to reveal what he’s been holding onto. “But Caleb couldn’t make it tonight.”

You can already sense the kind of reaction he’ll get for telling them something so disappointing when their expectations were so high, but he continues with confidence. Whether it’s in you or him, you can’t tell.

“I’ve got something else you might like. Someone I know I will.”

Valko looks your way and throws you a reassuring wink, tilting his head for you to stand and come to him. Was it wise to read into his words or was all of this “on the clock”?

The camera’s been angled in a way that only shows your body from the chest down, keeping it safely away from revealing your face. Your body is completely covered in goosebumps, and the jitters are buzzing from your fingertips all the way to your toes.

Turning in his chair, he looks in your direction and caresses you from your ass to the back of your thighs. “Pretty, isn’t she?”

It takes everything to not let your knees give out as he feels on you so tenderly, switching from grabbing the flesh of your ass through your shorts to tracing his fingers dangerously close in between your legs.

“We’ll both do good for you tonight, so make sure you let her know how much you appreciate it.” His hand slips up your tank top from the side, making him grin when you twitch. “I think it’s about time we got started."

“When I’m touching you, you focus on me. They’re paying you to feel good, remember that.”

That’s what you try to keep in mind when Valko’s lips connect to the exposed part of your stomach. It’s what he told you after you reassured him for what felt like the hundredth time that you were not changing your mind. Besides safe words and mutual understandings set, he needed you to feel good. He needed you to have fun and he would put in all the effort necessary to ensure that outcome.

So instead of trying to see what his fans think of you, your body, and unexpected appearance, you fixate upon the warmth of his tongue as he leaves sloppy open-mouth kisses on your tummy and the strong arm he keeps wrapped around you so that you can’t slip away from him. You find your back arching the slightest into his affection the more he gives it and that alone was already surreal because of how natural it felt.

Your fingers cling to the soft strands on his head, running them through his scalp as stimulation for his own satisfaction and as a way to keep you grounded. All you have is the dimmed off-white light coming from his computer monitors and the lamp he has lit to see how he almost loses himself in catering to your torso alone. With you being so reactive to how he nips at your soft spots to make you whine and hiss with pleasure, he could see himself staying there for a very long time.

“Val… p-please” you whisper through a gentle moan when he hums against you in acknowledgment to the sounds you make in response the sensations.

“Don’t be impatient.” It’s ironic for him to taunt you this way when he says that with his sentence muffled since he won’t pull away. “Savoring my treats is what I do.”

He goes for your bottoms next, hooking his thumbs into them and slowly tugging them down whilst seemingly trying to leave an imprint of his lips on your skin.

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The automated voice reading out the note attached to the gift makes Valko laugh and sends vibrations through you.

“Everyone’s just as eager as I am.” He looks into your lust-filled eyes, searching for approval and making a silent promise. Your quick and little nod is what he needs before pulling them down your legs completely and following them to the floor as he removes himself from the chair and falls to his knees.

He has your leg hooked over his shoulder fast, burying his entire face in your pussy as if he’ll die now if he doesn’t inhale you deeply from the source. You have to regain focus quickly and brace your palms to his broad shoulders as he pulls a hearty cry of pleasure from your unexplored depths.

The sounds of him licking and sucking you in such a place, feeling him groan and lap you up as if he’s been stranded in a desert—right here and right now, he owned you.

Donations were coming in waves as you looked out the corner of your eye through hazy vision. Watching your friend taste you like this for thousands to see… you wanted more. The way his jaw moved and how the muscle in it jumped the harder he worked to consume you was intoxicatingly addictive.

“I’m gonna… w-wait. Hold on…!” You try warning him, but your pitched cries and nails digging into his skin is his reason.

Valko sucks your clit into his mouth the more you squirm, focusing all his attention on the swollen bud that pulses against his tongue as his mouth is flooded with your sweetness. He then widens and flattens the muscle along the slit of your puffy cunt, forcing you to nearly hunch over from the dizziness of his overwhelming gluttony.

You can’t utter another word when the tip of his tongue slips into your quivering hole. That and his nose nudging against you is what has the expert holding you by the ass to keep you rooted on his greedy mouth that sucks you dry when your orgasm confiscates all your senses.

You’ve never wailed from such a thing this loud in your life—ever.

“Even better than I expected.” You can’t tell if the glow on his face is from your slick or the fact that he’s thriving off your essence. It’s like he’s almost in disbelief himself. “Fuck, I’m so hard.”

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“What a coincidence. So do I.” Even breathless and covered in you, he’s still so cheeky.

He presses another kiss to his new favorite place, leaving a trail as he begins to stand. Your shirt rises with him until it’s off completely and a nipple is claimed by him immediately.

“Ah—Hold… Mmph, Valko, that’s s-so…” You’re incoherent now and leaving you speechless has become his guilty pleasure.

His cock brushes up against you and you feel just how much he’s been holding back. Taking his time to tend to you, to relax your mind and body to be ready for both him and this experience, you realize now you could never repay him for something of this magnitude. But, you’d be a liar to say you’d never try.

With newfound boldness, you snake a hand past his elastic waistband and into his pants. As soon as your hand wraps around his cock, you give all the attention to his leaking tip that now creates the same mess in your palm as it’s done all over him.

“Trying to kill me?” he rasps, nose buried in your neck as if your scent will keep him from truly collapsing. “Goddamn, y-you… shit, that's good..”

You look at the screen again and this time he does the same to see what everyone else does. His cum just barely seeps through his pants and the motion of your hand taking care of him underneath sends shivers down his spine.

Your tits glisten with his saliva and having your naked body on display for so many to see yet it only being for him to touch and feel is a reality he can’t quite believe, but he yearns to stay there.

“Not like this.” Although they can’t see your face, it’s clear to everyone when he claims your lips. The taste of yourself flooding your senses and his eagerness to make you savor both it and him, were dizzying. His teeth tugging on them and licking away the dull ache until he pulled away only left you craving more.

Valko takes your hand, bringing you close as he sits in the same chair that he was before everything began. His cock stands tall, thick, and completely flushed in the prettiest pink. He strokes himself a few times while his other hand fondles one of your tits, then flicks a nipple with his thumb while teasing his slit with his other. Only when precum beads and slowly falls down the side of his length does he guide you to stand in between his legs.

“Ready when you are.” Sitting back and waiting for you to make the next move, Valko leaves the ball in your court.

His hands know what to do as you climb into his lap with no hesitation. He looks over your shoulder to see how erotic it truly is and if he were a viewer, he could see himself going bankrupt if it allowed him to witness you spread out with a dick primed and ready to slide into you.

“H-help me,” you plead shakily, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him with an unrelenting embrace. He kisses your shoulder and runs a hand down your back almost lovingly.

“Lift your hips,” he murmurs, placing a kiss below your ear.

The donations were still coming is droves as he grabs his cock and lines it up with your dripping entrance. Valko teases everyone including himself, pushing pass your pussy lips but not fully sinking into your warmth. Rather than continuing to wait impatiently, you work your body to meet him and guide yourself down with an unspoken eagerness.

“That’s it, pup,” he coos, teeth gritting the more your pussy swallows him inside and shapes around his dick to the hilt. “Let them see you take it in good since you can’t wait. Easy… there you go, you’ve got it.”

Your uneven breath fans against his ear and your cunt clenches around him over and over like an unforgiving vice. He takes the lead for you now, his large hands grabbing you by the hips then snaking down to the underside of your thighs.

The first stroke was capable of turning him into a pussy drunk fool. Thousands watch how your juices coat his cock and his cum being dragged down to form a creamy ring at his base.

“More,” you mewl. “Keep—nngh, g-going, Val…”

He couldn’t give a damn about who was watching at that point. In fact, he couldn’t say that he ever did after you graced him with a chance to have you like this.

You’ve always been on his radar yet something he considered untouchable. He respects you, values the things that you say, do, and think. Rejection wasn’t what deterred him from trying but the potential for you to demand any kind of separation, did.

Now that he’s had a taste, good luck trying to act like he’ll never want it again.

Valko grabbed you as securely as he could before he began drilling into you from beneath, his heavy balls slapping against you every time you sunk all the way down. Every viewer was bound to be staring at how you fucked yourself on him and attentively listened to the sounds of both of your ragged breaths and desperate yet filthy panting.

“So damn tight,” he praises, licking the outer shell of your ear and grabbing you harder with promises of marks that you’ll undoubtedly be embarrassed to look at once your high subsides. You were ridiculously soaked for him, and it just wouldn’t stop. Obscene squelches and constantly meeting skin slickened with sweat echoing in his bedroom was enough to prove the heights of your arousal if the visual alone wasn’t enough.

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“It’s okay.” Your pussy tightens around him again with anticipation. “I want it… I can take it.”

He brings you in closer as he feels his orgasm coming quicker than he expected it to. His muscles bulge when he envelops you in his embrace, keeping the same breath-stealing momentum as your voice and body shakes uncontrollably from his lack of control.

All it takes is four more deep thrusts before you’re collapsing onto him from exhaustion and feeling the rush of his cum spill into you. You’re held down so that as much as possible stays inside your sensitive cunt, and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck until the rush washes over.

More people than you could imagine are watching how your thighs shake and your pussy quivers around him. They can see how he raises you just enough to display how his cum overflows and spills out. You both were a mess and all they wanted was more.

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All the automated messages flowing in has your body on fire more than it already was.

“Seems like I’ve got competition.” Valko’s hand outlines the curves of your body as he lets you rest. “You hear how much they love you, pup?”

You nod. “Again. I wanna go again, too.”

How could he not fulfill such a request? This time though, he planned to show you firsthand for why he was so highly favored.

Could you keep up?

a/n: i was sitting on this for daaays 😭 and i dunno if it’s actually any good.. but i didn’t wanna say anything in case i didn’t finish it lmfaooo BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, MY CUTIES!!!

creds to @/angeliicide for the bratz dividers & @/astroyosei for the lily divider!!

[lvl1l1]

Valko is convinced he’s being subtle.

He’s “just stretching” when he reaches over and pulls you into his lap while you’re trying to fold laundry. He’s “just making sure you’re warm” when he wraps his big arms around you and tucks you against his chest. He’s “just checking” when he leans down to nuzzle the top of your head for the fifth time in ten minutes.

You’re not even mad. How could you be?

Especially when his tail is wagging so hard behind him it’s practically creating a breeze, and his ears keep twitching happily every time you relax into him.

“You’re clingy today,” you tease, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“Am not,” he mumbles, but the way he immediately tightens his hold around your waist says otherwise. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in like he needs it to survive. “Just like having you close. That’s all.”

You giggle and reach up to scratch behind one of his ears. The second you do, a low, happy rumble vibrates in his chest and his tail starts thumping even faster against the couch.

“Uh huh. Sure, big guy.”

He pretends to huff but ends up pressing a bunch of soft kisses along your shoulder instead, tail still going crazy. You’re both smiling like idiots.

Eventually he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and warm.

“…Can we stay like this a little longer?” he asks, suddenly shy.

You melt instantly, cupping his face and pulling him down for a proper kiss.

“Of course, baby. As long as you want.”

Valko’s tail does a full happy spin behind him as he tucks you closer again, perfectly content being your personal radiator.

[souliloqui]

"Would you call yourself an alpha?" You ask Valko curiously, perched on the couch while he sits on the floor between your legs. The TV blares a superhero movie that neither of you have watched and aren't really paying any attention to.

Valko tilts his head back to look up at you, eyes gleaming behind his glasses. "Why do you ask?" He replies and you shrug, running a hand through his thick locks.

"Wolf dynamics." You shrug then smile. "Also fanfiction."

Valko smiles mischievously. "Is this your roundabout way of asking if I have a knot?"

You blink, surprised. "How did you get that from me mentioning fanfiction?"

"You fall asleep with your phone unlocked sometimes," Valko confesses, his trailing fingers leaving sparks across your right leg. "And while I don't snoop—"

"Liar."

"—I do have good eyesight and I happen to know what A/B/O dynamics mean."

Silence is the only response he gets for a moment and Valko looks far too smug at the warring emotions dancing across your face. You look both impressed and mortified.

"But to answer your question, I guess I could be seen as an alpha." Valko turns his sights back to the TV. "So roll around in that for a bit."

He isn't shocked when the TV suddenly turns off and you're standing up.

"Valko."

He's already grinning, wolfish.

"Hmm?"

"Get in the bedroom."

He's scrambling to his feet in a rush of excitement.

"Yes, ma'am."

[souliloqui]

You take one look at Valko's chest and go, "You're definitely a double D cup."

Valko blinks, eyes widening in surprise before he's looking down at, what you affectionately call, his tits. His lips then curl into a playful smile as he replies:

"And all this time I thought I was an F cup." He reaches up to squeeze at his chest and you struggle to not gape at how the plush swells spill between the gaps of his fingers. "Maybe even a G?"

"And here you are, roaming around without a bra." You tease. "Breasting boobily and distracting the masses."

"It's not my fault I'm naturally endowed," he retorts, grinning. "And certain people can't keep their eyes to themselves." Then his grin slips into a smirk. "Pervert."

You gasp loudly, jaw dropping at the audacity.

"Pervert!? Me!?" You exclaim over Valko's loud cackling. "That's rich coming from the guy who raided my dirty laundry for my dirty underwear!"

Valko wipes away a tear, huffs for laugher still falling from his lips and simply shrugs.

"I'm a wolf. What's your excuse?"

"Being a wolf isn't a valid excuse in this scenario!"

"I needed to familiarise myself with your scent!"

"Oh woooow, okay. Your mother's definitely gonna hear about this one."

"Wait, now hold on a second—"