⋆.𐙚 ̊“So… what position is your favorite, wolf boy?”
Maybe you’ve been pushing your luck a little too far tonight. Valko had warned you several times that if he came over, he had a few work things he needed to get done. You agreed, because regardless at least he’d be present and you’d get his company.
But… you didn’t realise how tempting the wolf would look simply typing away on a laptop that seemed remarkably small compared to his long fingers. “I’ve particularly enjoyed my time as chairman the most.” He mutters it half-heartedly, brows furrowing as he reads another line of text and back spaces on it.
You find yourself swallowing a groan, of course he’d be so absorbed in his work that he’d interpret your question that way. “No, Val. S’not what I meant…” You suck on your bottom lip, debating if you should really push forward with your not so sweet agenda.
“I meant…” you shift on the couch, pushing to your knees so you can bend down and press your lips to the side of his head. “...what sex position." Everything halts for a moment, and you have to hold your breath in order to not laugh when Valko’s knees slam into the underside of your coffee table.
He had claimed the floor would be a better space to work but now… “Have you lost your mind?” He’s whirling on you, staring up at where you perch yourself on the couch.
It’s not out of anger, more or less it’s out of pure shock. He had been so locked in, nearly done, and there you go derailing his entire train of thought. “Maybe a little. I was just curious if the doggy liked it… doggy style…?” terrible, terrible joke…
Valko stares at you, unblinking for a moment, before a rosy hue spreads up his cheeks. “You’re a devil.” Breathless, pupils slowly dilating as he stares at you. Finishing the project be damned, he’s higher up in power anyways. “Why don’t I show you my favorite?”
“I can’t!” This, by no means, is what you were picturing for Valko’s favorite position.
Your head is nearly pushing through the pillow, spine curving upwards as your fingers dig deep into the roots of his hair. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s brought you over the edge with his tongue alone. “I can’t, Va-ah!” Another orgasm, nearly painful, ripples through your lower half and up your spine.
Your thighs instinctively fight against his grip, attempting to snap shut around his head. As if it would somehow be enough to forcibly detach his mouth from your poor, overstimulated pussy. “Please, Val, I can’t take it!” Shoving hard, he finally eases up. Mouth parting from your cunt with a slick pop, a gingerly placed kiss following.
“You asked me what my favorite position is.” Pushing up on his elbows, he stares down at the glistening mess he created between your thighs. “Was eating you out not an option?” His tongue licks across his fangs before darting out to poke at the reminisce of slick left on his lips. “N-no it wasn’t.” You manage to stutter, body finally melting into the mattress as the exertion of so many orgasms catch up to you.
“You just taste so good, and your smell is so strong down here.” A wave of heat floods you for a whole different reason, legs immediately moving to snap shut but Valko stops you. “Your pheromones, your natural scent? I can smell your arousal, I love the way you smell when you’re turned on. It’s so strong right down here…”
He’s trailing off as his nose twitches, eyes lazily zeroing in on your puffy cunt again. “I could suck on this pretty pussy all night, y’know. Listen to you cry my name over and over, feel your body tremble while my tongue licks your clit, hmm?”
“Valko, please…” A slight crack in your voice, embarrassment and arousal swirling deep in your gut as you realize how quickly you had lost your upper hand from earlier. “Eating me out is your favorite foreplay, what’s your favorite sex position?" Your body ached, not from exhaustion, but from the renewed need to feel him inside of you.
“M’honestly not too sure…” The confession has you sitting up on wobbly arms. It’s your turn to look mildly incredulous. “You’re not sure?” The wolf between your legs finally settles on his stomach, folding one arm under him and using the other to balance his head on his fist. He looks like he’s genuinely pondering the answer to a serious hypothetical, with swollen lips and bed-head thanks to your iron grip.
“I like when you’re on top… so maybe cowgirl?”
Bounce on that wolf dih crazy style fr fr ... part 2? LMAO - Soul
You're in bed with a book, deliberately not looking at Valko when he slinked into your room ten minutes ago because you know what he did this afternoon and you are still mad about it.
"What do you think you're doing?" You've been ignoring him all day but it was hard forcing yourself to focus on the words on the page when a 6'2" wolf man is rolling around in your laundry, trying to get your attention.
Valko stops half roll, tangled in your pile of clothes, "Reading like you."
"You're lying on my clothes."
"I am not lying on your clothes," he says while very obviously lying on your clothes.
"Please go away, i don't want to start a fight." You don't have the energy to do this right now.
"I'm not trying to start one." His fluffy ears pricks up which successfully indicated you he isn't giving up. "This is just how scent marking works in our pack."
You want to drop him off at the abandoned pet shelter. "You're so immature."
His ears drop. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have scared away the dog.”
"You scared off Tara's dog in her own backyard.”
“I didn't do anything. I just stood there when I should've bitten him instead.” He says the last part under his breath.
"He was shaking, Val.”
"I got jealous, okay?" His tail droops and ears turn flat. "You were petting him."
"That's not a reason to scare a golden retriever half to death."
"It felt like a very good reason at the time.”
You give him your deadliest glare, the one that would normally scare off any normal person but he's Valko and he's not normal, so he takes it as an invitation instead and crawls on the bed, dropping his head into your lap. “Ugh. Fine, i will apologise to her and her dog.”
“Good boy.”
“Okay then pet this good boy.”
You pinch his nose, and his teeth follow your finger to bite in protest but he melts immediately the second your fingers move to scratch behind his ear, his tail wrapping around your ankle possessively as he hums in satisfaction.
After watching the live stream I’ve come to the conclusion that Valko would hold your hand under the table at an event or family gathering and then proceed to try and thumb wrestle 😭
the moment Valko hears you crying, he’s by your side.
it doesn’t matter if he has work, or if his pack needs him, or even if he’s having his own crisis.
nothing is more important than his mate.
“c’mere, short stack,” he says, pulling you into his lap.
he already has his ears and tail out, wrapping his arms around you tightly, his tail landing in your lap so you can run your hands through the fur to calm yourself.
Valko keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck, tracking your scent as he holds you. he doesn’t push for answers, doesn’t ask what’s wrong. he just waits until your tears are under control enough for you to speak again.
“I feel so silly,” you say, still petting his tail. “they’re just pixels. why am I crying this much?”
Valko nuzzles you, readjusting you on his lap so as much of him is pressed against you as possible.
“pixels or not, that doesn’t make them any less real to your brain. or to your heart. not when you’ve loved them as much as you have.”
you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together, but Valko doesn’t move. after a while, he asks you to pull your phone out and show him your favorite game.
“tell me everything about them, short stack. I want to love them just as much as you do. they can even join the pack.”
so you do.
you don’t know how long the two of you stay on the floor, you in his lap, as you walk Valko through all of your favorite characters and storylines. but it doesn’t matter.
he’s not in a hurry. he’ll be there as long as you need, even if you’re there all night.
you’re his mate, after all. and he’s never going to leave you.
valko has a habit of nuzzling you whenever he can ♡
he just cannot help himself, the moment you’re within reach, he’s leaning in.
he’ll rest his forehead on your shoulder for a second before rubbing his nose against you with the tiniest sigh, like he’s exactly where he wants to be.
“valko..?”
he only hums in response, nose now buried against the side of your neck, taking a deep breath in.
“…are you listening?” you try again.
he nuzzles you again, with a little more energy, smiling when you laugh and try to push his face away.
“ughh.. stop it!” you playfully whine.
but you lying in bed is always his favorite.
he’ll curl his arms around you, hiding his face against your hair or the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it’s the most comforting thing in the world.
his wolf ears relax the instant he settles against you, giving a content flick as you absentmindedly scratch behind one.
“…mm.” it’s barely a sound— more of a pleased rumble from him.
you smile, continuing to rub slow circles behind his ear.
behind him, his tail gives a slow, lazy swish across the bed.
“aww! your tail is wagging, you’re like a real puppy!” you say in complete awe.
the fluffy thing gives another thump against the mattress.
“…traitor,” he almost growls, but he isn’t talking to you— he’s talking to his tail.
his ears pin back with embarrassment while the traitorous thing keeps swaying behind him anyway, picking up speed the more you laugh.
“i can’t control it..” he huffs. “stop looking at it.”
he lets out the smallest groan before hiding his face even deeper against your neck.
a little silence passes, and after a bit he mumbles something into your skin.
“what was that?” you ask.
“…makes me feel better.” his ears lower slightly with embarrassment once again. “when you smell like me.”
you reach up to smooth a hand over one fluffy ear, smiling when it flicks happily beneath your fingers.
“then i guess i don’t mind.”
his tail, which had finally calmed down, immediately starts wagging again— faster this time, sweeping happily back and forth against the blankets.
Warnings: +18(mdni) omegaverse, alpha!valko, jealous!Valko, marking/scenting/knotting, pnv, brief mention of anal, mention of blood, licking wound, nicknames (pup, puppy, good girl), naked female/clothed male trope, lemme know if I missed anything
“Should’ve scented you better.”
Through the overwhelming pleasure conquering every single ability you had to form a single thought, Valko’s voice rang out, breathless and rough.
The sound of skin meeting echoed throughout his at-home office, his hips forcefully causing the fat of your ass to ripple with every thrust.
The moment the front door shut behind you, his hands made quick work of your clothes, a trail of ripped clothing leading to his den, his frustration preventing him from even making it to the privacy of your shared bedroom before he had you bent over his desk.
“Nearly tore open his throat when I saw his filthy hands touch you.”
You grimaced at the picture that flashed through your mind. Now was not the time to talk about such gore, but Valko didn’t even seem to flinch, his pace just as unbothered as he was.
“But I knew you wouldn’t like that. Too soft to even hurt a fly, aren’t ya’, pup?”
Your fingers curled over the edge of the desk, your nodding barely noticeable from all the movement that was going on. You wouldn’t try to speak as Valko could prevent you from forming coherent sentences during moments like this.
You nearly went cross-eyed, your saliva pooling under your cheek as it spilled from your parted lips as his tip was suddenly bullying your cervix. The bulge at the base of his cock was starting to swell, stretching your poor cunt even further.
“Such a good, little puppy, coming to me as soon as that wannabe alpha touched you. At the very least I can-ah, fuck…your pussy’s milking the f-fuck outta my cock…” His words caught in his throat when your slick walls clenched around him, a glob of his seed spilling deep inside of you. “Shit, I…I can reward you for being a good girl, yeah?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You spoke the same word like a mantra before catching your breath for a second to say something at least. “…been…so…good, f’you.”
“Yeah, such a good pup for her alpha…touch yourself, play with that pretty pussy, I don’t care. Just make yourself cum before I knot you.”
With a shaky hand, you slowly snuck a hand between your spread legs, your head dropping back onto the desk when your fingers played with your swollen clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth fell open to allow your moans to fill the warm room. The very sound caused a growl to erupt from deep within Valko’s heaving chest.
“Atta girl, pup.”
The added pleasure had your juices dripping down your thighs, a creamy ring forming at the base of the alpha’s knot.
The two of you could tell you were close, thighs shaking and walls fluttering around him, but something was missing.
Squeezing your ass, the fat spilling from between his fingers, he pulled your asscheeks apart. The sight of your untouched, ring of muscle has his tongue licking a canine, a groan coming from him at the thought of finally claiming all of your holes.
Still, you weren’t ready, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with it.
Pooling some saliva in his mouth, he allowed it to dribble onto the ring of muscle before spreading it around with his thumb.
“V-Valko…don’t…”
“Oh, hush now, puppy. I won’t do anything you won’t like, so just relax and cover my dick with your sweet slick.”
A plethora of jumbled-up words slipped past your lips, your body warm and sweaty as the pleasure was becoming too much. Rubbing harsher circles onto your bundle of nerves, you squeaked when your entire body shook as you came. Your juices gushed out of you, down your thighs and onto the wooden floor and Valko’s shoes.
While you were still trembling and calling out to him, Valko came with a growl, his cock nestling deep inside of you as his knot swelled, locking you two together. You felt his weight press you down onto the desk as he curled himself over you, a hand coming to settle onto the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing smooth circles onto the skin.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his spare hand running along the length of your thigh as he cooed, whispering sweet words as you came down from your high.
His refractory period always left you surprised, the beast of a man ready to go after a few minutes. Unfortunately, yours was much slower, but he didn’t mind if it meant he could remain buried inside of you.
With little hurry, he pushed himself off of you.
“With how pretty my puppy is, it’s understandable that there’ll be a few that wish to steal her from me.”
Out of breath and with limbs that felt like jelly, you couldn’t fight Valko as he lifted you off the desk, your naked back meeting his clothed figure as he placed your bare feet onto his shoes. He paid no mind as your added weight caused the leather of his expensive shoes to crease. You were grateful his arms were wrapped around your middle otherwise you would’ve faceplanted back onto the wood before you.
“No matter.” He began, only to pause, licking at the mark on your neck. He hummed at the taste of your blood covering every single taste bud. “I’ve no issue keeping you marked, fucked, and knotted if it means it’ll keep those pricks at bay.”
Omg I literally just saw this comment on a Valko fic and I can't help myself.
Valko would be so adorable, whining into your folds as you gripped his hair, petting him softly to watch that fluffy tail wag if he were in his hybrid form. His huge hands would grip your thighs, keeping them pinned open for him to get the absolute most of your scent and taste. He could honestly cum in his pants just from that alone.
That's when you'd notice his hips rutting against the mattress he had you spread out on in quick, shallow thrusts, breathing getting heavier. He'd lift up quickly just for a small huff of air before burying himself muzzle deep once more, already regretting those few seconds away from your heat.
Valko's hips would move faster when you got wetter, claws accidentally digging into your thighs but quickly letting up when his sensitive ears hear your small wince. You'd almost wish he kept digging them in, the slight pain only added to your impending orgasm. He could smell you getting closer, your scent getting stronger.
Valko would growl low in his chest, unable to stop his hips from grinding down unto the bed as he imagined he was actually shoving his thick cock into your tight pussy instead. He groaned against you at the thought.
As soon as you came, moaning his name and tightening your fingers in his deep auburn locks, Valko felt his knot swell, barely contained anymore by his pants, which were immediately flooded with his own cum.
When you see the dark stain spreading between his legs and the absolutely pussy drunk look on his now wet face, you know you have to reward him for being such a good boy.
He'll definitely be living out that fantasy of his tonight.
A/N: It's period time :( Wish I had a wolf hubby heating pad to warm me :'((
"Don't move!" You grumble as Valko tries to shift from where he is laying on top of you, theown over your abdomen, just supporting himself with his elbows as he reads a book from your shelf.
He mumbles a quiet apology, settling back down on you, putting his weight down just slightly.
You lean back down, a packet of chips in your hand with other little snacks scattered all over the bed, some left over fried chicken and noodes getting cold on the nightstand and the constant pressure of the wolf on your body.
It's the picture of perfect contentment, so unlike your morning, waking up to Valko staring you down, telling you that you smelled metalic. You had thought he was joking, your periods wouldn't be coming for another week or so, yet Valko was a way better period predictor than any app.
Lunch date plans had been instantly cancled and food ordered in, you spent almost all of your day in bed, munching on one thing or another and complaining about pain.
And best of all, Valko is too warm, the constant, steady pressure of him lounging on your belly is enough that any other heating pad feels useless.
His tail thumps side-to-side from your chest to knees, causing another ticklish distraction from the constant cramping, his ears twitch in the direction of the speakers that shuffeled your playlist, softly humming along to the song.
Neither of your speaks unless it's to pass food or drinks, you lull in-and-out of sleep soon enough from the rhythmic slaming on his fuzzy tail, focusing on the ceiling above your head, at the lights you have dimmed since they were annoying your eyes.
Ice cream. When Valko is done being a heating pad, you'll have him get you some ice cream. And your mind already plans for dinner, maybe you could make some instant noodles when the cramps lessen. The idea sounds perfect, this moment seems perfect, if only you had more chocolate.
"Dogs shouldn't have chocolate." You whisper, not realising you've said it aloud.
"Good thing I'm not a dog." Valko whispers back, his free hand massaging your abdomen under his when he heard it rumble, "Thinking about food? We just ate."
Your ears turn crimson at the realization that he's heard you and at his touch, wiggling slightly under him, "Don't judge, food basically doesn't count with how much iron I'm losing this week."
"Steak for dinner, then? That'll get you up."
"The ramen, hidden in the back of the upper drawer."
Valko laughs, setting his book down on the bed, "Who are you hiding ramen from?" Focusing his attention on you, though he doesn't move, still providing heat.
"Me..."
The wolf snorts, earning a hit on the face with the pillow you laid on, producing a comical "THWACK" sound.
"That's for making me think about steak and ramen together."
"We could make that."
"No, you."
"Princess' gonna make me work all alone?"
"Mmhmm, but don't move now, I still need warm."
Valko hums after your little back-and-forth, his head rested on his crossed arms as he looks at you snacking, so focused on your food right now and the dinner that was hours away.
"Anything else Princess wants?" His tone comes out teasing, flicking at you with his bushy tail.
You catch it before it can smack at you, humming as you think. "You should take notes. Some ice cream, and then—
