── .✦ 𝐶𝛰𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 : explicit content (18+), minors dni, vaginal sex, rough handling, dirty talk, possessive behavior, biting/marking (claws, teeth, and blood drawn in one instance), overstimulation, praise kink, slight degradation, breeding kink (implied knotting), bondage (metal Evol and cuffs), semi-public sex (office windows + warehouse), wall sex, prone bone, mating press, reverse cowgirl, spooning, deep penetration, grinding, forced eye contact, fear play (implied), worship kink, slight choking (implied by grip), mutual masturbation, scratching (claws on brick), tail wrapping, hair grabbing (implied), submissive top dynamics, petnames used include sweetheart, pretty thing, pup, baby, my good girl, and pretty, with one instance of blood play from a bite and one instance of the reader being pinned in a vulnerable position. not proofread oopsie
𝑃𝑅𝛰𝑁𝐸 𝐵𝛰𝑁𝐸.
He's got you flattened into the mattress, all two hundred pounds of muscle and wolf draped over your spine like a second skin, cherry-colored hair sticking to his sweaty brow while his nose burrows into the curve of your neck—sniffing, because he can't help it, because you smell like rain and honey and his, and somewhere deep in his throat that feral little whine rumbles all the way down to his his chest. It's so at odds with the way his thick, drooling cock splits you open in one torturously slow, wet push. Your fingers claw at the sheets, a choked sob catching in your throat as he bottoms out, that heavy weight settling deep inside you, stretching you, your cunt squeezing and relaxing in weak little pulses to try and accomodate his size — and he laughs, a low, breathless chuckle against your ear, canines grazing the lobe just shy of drawing blood. "Aww, sweetheart, you're trembling," he coos, mock-sympathetic even as his hips snap forward with a brutal, wet smack that punches the air from your lungs, claws denting the headboard as he finds a rhythm—deep, relentless, mean—pressing your cheek into the pillow with every downward drive. But even as he fucks you into the mattress like a beast caught in a heated rut, his arms are wrapped around you, forearms bracketing your ribs, pulling you impossibly closer, his tail coiling tight around your calf like he's scared you'll slip away. "Don't run from me," he whines, breath hot and ragged against your nape, hips never stuttering, "wanna feel you choke on every inch—wanna fill you so full you'll dream about my knot," and his voice cracks on the last word, that scary, hulking predator reduced to a clinging mess who needs you to take him, to keep him, to let him ruin you softly.
𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆.
He's folded you in half like you're made of silk, knees shoved up to your shoulders, the backs of your thighs pressed flush against his heaving chest and he just stares for a moment, amber eyes blown wide and dark, tracing the glossy, swollen mess of your cunt wrapped around his leaking length like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Look at that," he purrs, voice dripping with teasing awe, one calloused thumb reaching down to circle your puffy clit, smearing your slick across your belly just to watch you twitch, "taking all of me like a good little thing—fuck, you're so pretty when you're stuffed full," and then he rolls his hips, a deep, grinding circle that hits that spongy spot inside you and makes your vision white out, stars bursting behind your eyelids. His sharp canines graze your bottom lip, tugging at the plush flesh before he soothes it with a kittenish lick, all while his hips piston into you with deep, measured strokes that have the headboard creaking and the sheets pooling wet beneath you. "Eyes on me, pretty thing," he commands, but it comes out breathless, desperate, almost a plea, because he needs to watch you fall apart, needs to see those tears cling to your lashes. His Evol hums, cooling the silver cuffs that bind your wrists to the headboard, but his hands stay gentle, palms cradling your jaw, thumbs stroking your cheekbones like you're something sacred. "There she is—there's my girl," he coos, fucking into you deeper, slower, worshipping your gooey cunt and your kiss bitten lips, that scary wolf completely undone by the way your walls flutter around him, clinging and greedy, and he smiles, boyish and adoring, even as he wrecks you from the inside out.
𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿 / 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐶𝛰𝑊𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿.
You're bouncing reverse in his lap, back plastered to his sweat-slicked chest, the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office reflecting the lewd, glistening sight of his thick shaft disappearing into your drenched heat over and over again—and he's watching the glass, amber eyes half-lidded and starving, one massive hand splayed across your stomach while the other sneaks up to cup your jaw, turning your face so he can press messy, open-mouthed kisses to the corner of your lips. "C'mon, baby, use me," he slurs against your cheek, hips twitching up to meet your lazy, grinding descent, but his voice is needy, wrecked, that booming baritone cracking into a whimper when you clench around him, "don't stop—please don't stop—you feel so fuckin' good wrapped around me." And when you slow down, thighs burning, he whines, a high, pathetic sound that's so utterly unlike the terrifying Chairman who makes boardrooms tremble, and he wraps both arms around your middle, hugging you tight to his chest, burying his nose in your sweat-damp hair while his hips buck up into you with frantic, shallow thrusts. "You're mean," he pouts against your scalp, claws pricking just enough to sting at your waist, but he's kissing the spot right after, tongue lapping at the tiny beads of blood like an apology, "getting me all worked up and then—nngh—trying to tap out? Nah, sweetheart, you're gonna ride me until that pretty cunt of yours is raw, then you're gonna let me fill you up. Right, little pup? " He groans when you clench around him, seemingly in agreement, the sound breathless and warm, that feral, untamed beast completely surrendered to you, his throne, his home, his everything.
𝐴𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐿.
He's got you slammed against the cold, damp concrete of the abandoned warehouse, your legs locked high around his hips and his massive palms gripping the swell of your ass, fingers dimpling the soft flesh as he lifts you with complete ease, impales you on one brutal, all-consuming shove that has your head knocking back against the brick with a dull thud—but he's there in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your skull, cushioning the impact while his hips roll forward in a punishing, deep grind that punches a broken moan from your chest. "Couldn't even make it to the bed," he teases, sharp canines grazing the column of your throat, tongue lapping at your frantic pulse point while his tail wraps possessively around your thigh, keeping you spread wide and helpless against him, "got so worked up just lookin' at you in that skirt—gonna fuck you stupid right here, where anyone could walk in and see who you belong to." But yet, his voice wavers, cracks with affection, because he's grinning against your skin, that boyish, mischievous smile that makes him look nothing like the scary wolf who just tore through a dozen enemies. His hips piston into you with frantic, sloppy thrusts, the wet schlik schlik echoing off the walls, rain dripping through a broken skylight and mingling with the sweat trailing down his chest—and even as he fucks you ruthlessly, brutally, one arm stays locked around your waist, holding you flush to his body like you're the only anchor in a storm, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing you in with desperate little huffs. "Smell so scared and soaked," he murmurs, lips brushing your pulse and you whimper, "but you're safe, you're always safe with me, even when I'm bein' a monster—fuck, I love the way you squeeze me when I talk dirty," and he laughs, despite a whine curling around the sound, driving into you deeper, slower, meaner, kissing your tears away even as he paints your walls with his release.
𝑆𝑃𝛰𝛰𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺.
Moonlight spills through the blinds like liquid silver, painting his cherry hair in pale, ethereal streaks as he pulls you flush against his chest, your back curving into his broad, scarred torso like two puzzle pieces snapping together—and he sighs, a deep, throaty sound that's all warmth and no bite, his half-hard cock sliding through your slick, puffy folds from behind, nudging past your entrance with a slow, lazy push that has him whimpering against your nape. "Been thinkin' about this all day," he confesses, voice thick with sleep and adoration, one arm banded tight across your ribs while his other hand trails down your belly, fingers dipping to circle your swollen clit in languid, hypnotic patterns. Your back arches on instinct, curving to fit the shape of his shadow. He continues in a low rumble against your skin, murmuring between kisses, "Sitting in that boardroom, tryin' to sound smart, but all I could think about was coming home to this—to you—feeling you warm and wet and mine." His hips rock into you with slow, deep, worshipful thrusts, each one a gentle nudge that has you melting into the mattress, his tail curling possessively around your thigh, keeping you anchored to his every lazy roll, and he kisses your shoulder, your neck, the shell of your ear, a trail of soft, open-mouthed affection that makes your heart ache. "My good girl," he murmurs, canines grazing just soft enough to make you shiver, "my pretty, perfect, clingy little thing—can't even fuck you slow without wanna whine about how much I love you," He groans wetly against your skin, his hips stuttering into a deeper, needier rhythm, that big, scary wolf completely tamed, reduced to a sobbing, adoring mess who fucks you with all the tenderness in the world, whispering promises into your hair until the sun comes up.
tags/cw: fluff!! suggestive content, love biting, drabble
an: this is my first fluff and I love it. My adorable wolf hubby ❤️
wc: 345~
At first, you aren't sure why. Valko would never bite hard enough to break your skin. In fact, he couldn't bear the thought of seeing you bleed. When you first moved in together, you thought Valko only liked to bite you in bed, especially when you'd feel his fangs sink into your shoulder while he was taking you from behind. Or when he nipped at your thighs every time his face was buried between them.
But over time, you became increasingly aware that it was more of a habit for him than a preference. Of course, to Valko you “taste good,” but it seems to be more than that. Valko would sink his teeth into any exposed skin on your body while you were washing the dishes, brushing your teeth, doing your makeup, anything where a mouthable part of you was in his line of sight.
“Y'look sho pretty,”
Valko would compliment you, voice muffled against the skin of your arm as he stared into the mirror reflection of your half dolled up face.
His fluffy tail would wag uncontrollably as soon as your taste hit his tongue, eliciting a small whine from him each time. Valko couldn't help it. He had this unexplainable urge every time he saw you.
You didn't think much of it, just petting him between his ears while he got his fill, hearing an almost purr like sound rumbling from his chest. It was comforting. One night, unable to sleep, you came across a video explaining what “love biting” means when dogs do it
“Your dog could be trying to get your attention, or be excited. But most likely, they're bonding with you.”
The woman's voice is just loud enough for you to hear as Valko laid peacefully beside you. You click off your phone just before feeling two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.
“You're awake?” You whisper
“Mhmm…”
Valko's teeth find your shoulder, uncovered by your pajama shirt. He pulls back, giving the faint mark a caring lick.
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.”
"You're really happy huh?" you observe, eyes tracking his tail as it wags from left to right.
"You smell so nice this morning," Valko answers. His voice is soft but it's deliciously deep and gravelly from sleep. You shiver at the sound.
"Only this morning?"
"You know that's not what I meant." He huffs, before rolling over and hovering above you. You're pinned down, completely at his mercy, but you've never been more relaxed. There's a lazy smile on your face and it matches his own wild, silly grin.
He leans in, dropping all his weight on you. He buries his head in the crook of your neck and his tail wraps around your waist like a blanket. Your actual blanket is on the floor somewhere.
Valko breathes you in and his heart soars. You smell perfect. Like sunlight warming up a spring meadow. Like pancakes he's forgotten to flip, loaded with cinammon and chocolate chips.
"You smell so happy, baby."
"Mhm." You pull him closer. It's the first time you've woken up together in weeks. "And why do you think that is?" you murmur, turning your face to press soft kisses on the inches of skin you can reach.
"I missed you," you sigh, "but you're here now."
"Yeah pup, I'm here now. I'll always come back for you."
tags: fem!reader, smut, fingering, scent kink, he doesn’t care if you’re sweaty or not. valko in glasses has successfully swept me off my feet!
valko really, really likes sniffing you.
you had first noticed it by the subtle tilts of his head whenever you were nearby, nose flaring for a second when he'd inhale your scent. it only served to increase as time went by, pressing his nose against your skin while he'd hug you, purposefully leaning to to bury his head against the crook of your neck, enamoured by your scent.
though it was his eyes that always gave him away, big golden hues that would darken when his pupils would dilate when your scent would be smelled by him, eyes peering at you with thinly veiled restraint. he wanted to remain polite, but his instincts screamed at him otherwise.
currently at his home, valko had you straddling his lap, your hands clumsily clutched on his broad shoulders, your hips twitching with every plunge of his thick fingers inside of your pussy, a soft whimper leaving your lips.
"goodness, val- it's too hot for this." despite your complaint, you hadn't made a move to stop him, pleasure coursing through your veins as he let out a chuckle, lips breaking into a grin, eyes looking at your face through his glasses.
"not my fault you look so pretty." he pressed a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, his glasses fogging up from the shared humidity between your words as you panted softly, causing his heart to tighten. so fucking beautiful.
his other arm was wrapped around you so you wouldn't fall backwards, strong and stable, feeling every jostle of your body as his fingers curled inside you, ramming against your sweet spot. squelchy noises filled the air and the scent, oh the scent. valko inhaled, barely holding in a groan, burying his face into your neck, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
"valko, i'm sweaty-" your words were cut off by the slight scrape of his canines against your skin, not enough to sting but enough to make your inside heat up, walls tightening around his fingers in excitement.
"don't care. you smell too good." he breathed heavily, his tongue coming out to lick a long stripe across your neck to your jaw, making your breath hitch as your hips bucked into his hand to meet the thrusts of his fingers, clit pulsating as the knot that had been forming in you threatened to break, your orgasm nearing.
"m'so close, please…" your fingers traveling up his shoulders, finding themselves gently scratching through his scalp before curling into his hair, giving them a little tug. he grunted against your skin, his head dizzy as his fingers kept a steady pace, soaked by your wetness. he felt your walls tightened around him, pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck.
soon your body convulsed on his lap, trembling as you reached your peak, a shaky moan leaving you, your orgasm shaking through your whole body. you collapsed onto him, the warmth of the room just serving to heighten up, your hair sticking against your skin as you nuzzled into him.
"now i will need to shower." you complained, unbeknownst to the way valko salivated when he pulled himself away from your neck, staring at you, his fingers still inside you.
MDNI 🔞 valko's never been happier to be put in his place, kneeling at your feet as you finally ride his tongue like he's been dreaming of
⋆. — content warnings: submissive valko, pathetic valko cuz i love that, porn without plot, use of leash & collar, teeth bites & marks, has his ears and tail, dude is intoxicated by her pheromones, cunnilingus, face-fucking, dude is desperate to eat her out, mentions of mating & knotting;)
a/n: sorry i'm so horny for this man i had to get this out my head as soon as possible. need him to DEVOUR meeee. fuck
No cuz having Valko in a collar and leash, right down at your feet, intoxicated by your scent, your pheromones filling his lungs like wolfsbane... It’s poison if he doesn’t get to taste you soon, and almost impossible to hold back from how eagerly he lunches forward to bury his face between your legs… but he listens.
Such an obedient little wolf, isn’t he? Growling and biting at your meaty thighs, licking over the imprints of his teeth and soothing them, all while begging in such a grunt, delicious voice to give him permission.
He’s so cute, though. Face all scrunched up, sniffing and growling and becoming more agitated by the second yet still holding in place even as his ears twitch and tail wags rapidly on the floor. The leash isn’t even necessary, but he looks fucking sexy with it on… It has you leaking right in front of his eyes, which drives him even more wild.
Giggling, you tug harshly at the leash, bringing his head away from your cunt, which takes a bit of force because he’s immovable at this point. He wants to protest, but you jut him away anyway, your pussy fluttering in delight as you hear him growl, watch saliva run down the corner of his mouth and canines, but his ears are flopped down on his head.
So obedient. He is not one to be tamed, but for his mate he’ll do pretty much anything. Deciding you had enough to play, and because you might go insane yourself if you don’t get his mouth on you soon, you tug the leash closer again. Face inches away from your pussy, his glowing yellow eyes meet yours, so pathetic as he waits still.
“Go on, Val.” You tut as you smile down at him, settling your legs over his broad, sexy shoulders. “You deserve a treat for how obedient you’ve been for me, hm?” you whisper, a shiver running through you from exhilaration.
You’re about to be eaten alive if you give him free reign, but that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?
He’s drooling all over your thigh as he leaves messy bites and kisses. “How is this for your reward?” Honey-sweet words melt against his ears as you plant your heels into his back, bringing your pussy closer to his face. Such a sweet offering for a starving wolf.
You’re playing with fire, adrenaline pumping through your veins imagining just how rough he’ll take you, mark you as his in every way possible. Nothing can stop a wolf about to claim his mate.
His glowing yellow eyes flash with pure animal need the second those words leave your lips, that pathetic little whine ripping from his throat like it hurts not to devour you right fucking now. Valko’s ears twitch hard, flattening even more against his messy burgundy hair before flicking up again, tail smacking the floor so fast in excitement it’s almost a blur.
The collar digs roughly into his neck when you tug the leash tighter and with no mercy, but he doesn’t fight it. Fuck no, he leans into the pull like the good wolf he is, nose dragging up your soaked thigh, inhaling so deep you swear he’s getting high off the scent of your dripping cunt alone, the sweet perfume clearly messing with his head and hormones.
Saliva strings from his fangs, dripping hot and messy onto your cunt as he finally gets his well-deserved reward. His long, rough tongue drags up your slit in one filthy stripe, gathering the waterfall your slick like he’s dying of thirst.
Broken groans against your clit have your pussy clench hard enough to hurt and enough to regret being so empty.
“God fucking damnit—taste so damn good,” he growls into your folds, the words half muffled because he refuses to pull his mouth off you for even a second now that he’s finally gotten what he needs.
His broad shoulders flex under your calves, muscles rolling as he shoves his face deeper, his big nose grinding against your swollen clit while his tongue pushes inside you.
You mewl, head thrown back and gasping as you tug the leash roughly and fuck your hips into his mouth.
Obedient. So fucking obedient it makes you throb in pride. Even as his claws dig into the meat of your thighs, spreading you wider, even as his ears keep twitching and his tail won’t stop that frantic thump against the floor, he doesn’t take more than you give. Not until you yank the leash again, forcing his mouth exactly where you want it.
Then he snaps, his animalistic instincts overpowering him. The leash goes slack in your hand for half a second as he lunges forward, sucking your clit between his lips with wet, erotic noises, so eager to get his fill, claim you. Slurping, lapping at your sweet nectar. Growling like a beast while his tongue fucks in and out of your hole, curling and stroking it over your tender walls, drinking down everything your pussy gives him.
Your legs shake over his shoulders like you ran a marathon, lungs seizing with all the mewls and moans he pulls from you. You’re leaking all over his chin and neck, his tongue, the collar that’s marking who he belongs to—everything’s slick and filthy and he loves it.
He begged to be here in the first place, in the palm of your hand, under your control, with his massive cock freed and twitching hard as it leaks precum all over the floor, not getting even a crumb of your attention.
His glowing eyes roll up to meet yours again, pupils blown wide, that cute scrunched-up face now completely blissed out, drunk on the taste of your pussy. Cheeks flushed dark, fangs grazing your folds every now and then cuz he’s too eager.
It sting but oh, it feels so damn good. His ears are flopped submissively even while he’s devouring you like he’ll die if he stops.
He’s more wolf than man now, more predator than prey yet he still submits under your blissed gaze, ‘cause you’re so damn gorgeous now that you finally let him prove he’s the one for you. The missing piece.
He’ll give you plently of orgasms to prove that, let you have him in every way you want. He’d be a fucking liar if he didn’t admit it got him horny as fuck, being all submisive and pathetic for you. How you melted under him even as you played big bad wolf with him, ordering him around. Putting him in his place.
Which was such a good damn place, kneeling here between your shaky thighs, leaking all your juices right into his growling, eager mouth. Got him all whining and whimpering like a wet dog between the growls, hips grinding uselessly against nothing because he hasn’t been given permission to touch his own cock yet.
Oh, how much he wants to fucking pump his cock into your pussy, feel you cling to his broad shoulders as he shoves you into this bed and ruts into you until you’re full of his thick cum.
He wants to scent you, mark you. Have your nails scratch down his broad, sweaty back as he growls and fucks you all night, kiss you until you’re mush under him. Keep his cock deep inside your cervix, plant his hand over your stomach to feel just how deep he got, and then knot you right there.
You’d look so damn gorgeous like that. But he shoves his fantasy down for now, too eager to get a taste of your sweet juices. He’ll have all the time to fuck you after, but for now, he wants you to melt under him and reward him with your orgasm.
You plant your heels harder into his back, grinding your cunt down on his tongue, and he moans so loud it vibrates through your whole pelvis.
“Good boy—fuck, Val, just like that,” you pant, voice all sweet poison as you watch him hump the air, desperate and leaking all over his balls and the carpet where’s he’s kneeling.
He’s drooling rivers, mixing with your juices until his whole lower face shines in it. Canines scraping your folds, tongue thrusting deeper into your cunt until you don’t know whether you want to move away or into his touch. Nose bumping your swollen clit without mercy, making you drool yourself at how good his tongue feels fucking into you until your thighs start to lock around his head.
You’re gonna cum.
He’s not stopping and god help you if you even want him to. Not even when your orgasm hits like a truck and your pussy spasm and gushes all over his tongue while you cry out and yank the leash so hard his collar bites into his throat, making him choke on a loud growl.
Valko just snarls louder, licking you through your orgasm. Drinking every pulse your pussy gives, every drip of your essence, ears pinned back in pure bliss. He’s so hard it looks painful, cock all veiny and throbbing heavy between his legs, but he stays right there with his face buried where your legs clamp around his head.
Waiting for you to decide if he gets to keep eating you out or if you’re finally gonna let him mount you like the feral wolf he really is.
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"you're hurt," you sigh, rubbing your thumb over the cuts on the top of his hand. a frown forms as your eyes flicker to his for a brief moment. "what happened this time?"
"nothing you should worry your pretty little head about," he replies as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of small kisses on the base of your throat.
there he goes again, avoiding telling you what happened because he knew how much it would upset you. and so he plays the cute card—overloading you with kisses and cuddles in hopes that you will drop it for tonight.
"valko," you warn trying to pull his head away but all he does is whine.
"later," he hums, his warms hands slipping under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. "need you."
