synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.
warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.
wc: 2,3k
a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OU– enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
He must be in heat. that’s the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and he’s already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But that’s not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.
Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, he’s talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He can’t help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock won’t stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.
Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.
“…ko,” He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.
“…alko.” There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and he’d thank you.
“Valko!” He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lick—
“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—
“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”
“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.
Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant.
What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.
But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore.
You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.
Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.
He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it.
“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”
Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.
The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now.
You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish.
“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little.
“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.
You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.
Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.
“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest.
“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.
“Please…”
“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do.
You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.
“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?
With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”
“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.
“If you’re grossed out—“
“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”
That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”
“The millisecond.”
His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”
“I’ll put a poet to shame.”
“Pull my hair?”
“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”
A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”
Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.
It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.
The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens.
But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?
You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours.
You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again.
“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.
“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.
He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.
Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it?
His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.
Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”
“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”
You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.
It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.
Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.
Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!
You love these fucking supermoons.
“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”
“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“
“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”
He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”
“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.
“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.
You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”
Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”
“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.”
You had just entered Valko’s research lab, hoping to possibly catch him for a little lunch break together.
As the door slid shut behind you, you paused to look around. Your eyes were pulled by the various beeping and blinking of the advanced tech surrounding you, but there was no sign of the redhead anywhere.
“Valko?!” You called out, to no response. Stepping deeper into the facility, you reminded yourself that he had granted you unrestricted access to his equipment, space, and personnel; You figured he certainly wouldn't mind you making yourself at home while you waited.
Then, a gleam in the corner of your eye drew your attention. You turned to look at it, only to find Valko’s nightprowl suit, all pristine and shiny, displayed in a sleek glass case. A devious idea popped into your head. I meannn, he did say you could use anything you wanted.
So there you were, drowning in the enormous jacket. You had initially intended to try on the whole suit, but the boots alone proved to be absurdly heavy, tiring your feet after just a few steps. Realizing the rest of the gear would be just as exhausting, you settled for just the overcoat, the one that spanned Valko's entire length, complete with the hood and ear slots.
You had to admit, though, that it was insanely comfy. The hem of it, which almost hit Valko's feet when he wore it, was now pooling at the floor, acting as a makeshift mop as you walked around the lab. The hood, meanwhile, completely covered your head, and in fact half your face too, the ear pockets flopping around without the usual support Valko’s ears provided.
You told yourself you'd put it back before he came, but the plush warmth draping over your shoulders made it too easy to delay, until the man himself finally came back into his office.
Uh oh. You sheepishly turned around to the sound of a door clicking shut, finding Valko standing there with his head tilted and a brow cocked, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. Yet, when he caught the full view of you when you turned around, his breath hitched and his eyes darkened imperceptibly. He noticed how small and vulnerable you looked enveloped in his gear, your face caught in a guilty expression with those droopy, puppy-like ears adorning your head.
Obviously, Valko was a werewolf. And he was well aware that this came with certain... wolfish instincts. Yet right now, how intensely territorial he felt towards you surprised even himself, and it took him all his will to not immediately pin your small body up against a wall and shove his dick in you all the way till you were filled with him.
“Valko– I need a break- hic,” you whimpered breathily, your voice utterly tired from the hours he’d spent dutifully worshipping you and your practically abused hole.
“I know love, just a little bit longer. You’ll hold out for me, won't you?” he cooed. But contrasting with his gentle voice, his pace didn't seem to falter in the slightest. His pupils were blown out to the point where no iris was shown, looking at you draped over one of his desks, entirely naked, the heavy jacket long since discarded on the floor.
You twitched under his tight grip, stupidly big hands enough to wrap around your waist entirely. You initially already had a hard time adjusting to his cock, taking a long time of him just eating you out before you could even begin to handle it. But what made it worse later on was his goddamn knot.
Every ounce of restraint vanished from him, making you endure round after round of him filling you with his seed, his knot keeping everything inside you. Yet, after a point, even that didn't stop his cum from leaking out. The deranged man almost lost his mind when he saw that, shoving everything back with his dick and fingers, hellbent on breeding you till your womb practically inflated from all that was pumped into you.
And oh did he love to see it, “ngh- Just so adorable for me aren't you pup,” he said, more to himself than you, shoving his thumb in your mouth, moaning as you immediately sucked on it. “Such a good girl. You’ll let me cum in you again yeah?”
“W-wait, no more,” you barely managed out. All the pressure inside your cunt was making you dizzy, and you would be kidding yourself if you said you could take any more, but Valko obviously had other plans.
He moved his hands to let one rub on your clit, while the other, cruelly nonetheless, pushed onto where your belly bulged out. The pressure of it all made you explode yet again, an orgasm crashing through you intensely, your mind blanking out till all you could think of was him and his massive fucking cock.
Valko smirked, his canines showing through as he took a little advantage of your clouded state. “Please? You want my babies dont you, want me to breed you full till we have a damn litter.”
He leaned forward to kiss your fucked-out self, the two of you moaning into each other's mouths as you completely lost yourself to the pleasure.
♡ Bunny's Note: Sorry gng, not even Bunny is immune to writing the wolf with a breeding kink. I know it’s cliché but I couldn't help it, the idea sounded way too hot in my head😣 ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎
a/n: 18+ suggestive, alexa, play animals by maroon 5… anyways am i posting for valko before xavier or zayne before he’s even released? yes, yes i am. will this be inaccurate since we know nothing about him? maybe. do i care? nope. pls enjoy!!!
Valko who nuzzles you constantly when you cuddle, drunk on your scent, and, at the same time, trying to envelop you with his own.
Valko who lets you play with and inspect his fangs as he holds you in his lap, tail contently wagging in a frenzy.
Valko who is your literal guard dog, standing a few feet behind you to survey your surroundings and those around you.
Valko whose ears perk up in excitement when he hears your voice despite his body language remaining as a professional chairman.
Valko who wants you to put a collar on him. Yes, he’d wear it in public or to meetings. He’s yours, body and soul.
Valko who licks stripes up your neck while he has you pinned beneath him, teeth bared at the overwhelming blissful feeling of you.
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.”
﹙♡﹚yeah, no. valko won't become lost media under my watch. infold gave me enough information to make myself a general idea regarding his personality, so you best believe he's going to be considered the sixth and official li in this blog. love him so much 𐙚˙⋆.˚
it had been raining horribly for days, and going outside was a questionable choice.
you were focused on your screen, watching a silly drama series while clutching a cushion, your eyebrows furrowed.
you truly needed the entertainment, or else you'd bore yourself after thirty-six hours of confinement.
“how dumb, why doesn't he just confess…?” you whispered to yourself, taking a sip of your sweet, warm tea without looking away from the unnecessarily heartbreaking scenes.
just then, you heard a knock on your door.
it was five past eleven, no one in their right mind would go out so late, let alone when it was raining like crazy.
you paused the series and went to your door with soft, hesitant steps, your eyes narrowing.
“...who is it?” you asked, not daring to open the door just yet.
a soft whining noise caught your attention, most likely a puppy's.
did someone abandon a pup on your doorstep?
oh gosh, who'd do such a thing?
you opened it immediately, and when you looked down, expecting to see a wet box with a poor little creature inside, you found a pair of polished yet soaked shoes instead.
“gotcha,” a voice echoed, making you jump and look up.
ah, of course.
valko, with a stupid grin on his face.
“you… what are you—?” the words died in your mouth as he stepped inside, drenched, water droplets falling onto your clean floor.
he discarded his coat and shook his entire body like a dog, not only making a mess, but getting you just as wet.
“valko!” you squeaked, covering your face in a pathetic attempt to protect yourself from the flying water.
he looked around briefly before sniffing the air, his nostrils flaring softly. he left muddy footprints all the way to the kitchen, his large frame looking out of place inside your cozy apartment.
you grunted under your breath, picking up his wet coat with the tips of your fingers, trying to avoid the small puddles he left carelessly behind.
he checked your pantry, then your fridge, his eyes slowly travelling around.
he only turned around when he sensed your presence behind him.
“you can't just come in and make a mess, valko!” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest. “what is this? why are you here so late? and… step away from the fridge, you're wet and you'll catch a cold!”
he straightened up and looked down at you.
“you don't have much protein,” he said, pointing back at the fridge before closing the door. “you need meat.”
you parted your lips to speak, then frowned.
what was this?
an inspection?
he kept walking around, and you followed despite yourself.
now, valko and you had… a thing.
you'd say it was casual, occasional.
you liked him, and he liked you, but you felt it'd be too rushed to invite him over to your sacred place, even though it'd been going on for months.
so, having him here, invading every inch as if he owned the place, was not in your plans.
he entered every room, analysing the furniture and your unmistakable scent.
he sat down on your bed, his large hands dragging one of your plushies over and holding it hostage against his chest.
that's when he finally addressed you.
“it's nice,” he nodded, leaning against the headboard. “it's big enough to have four or five pups running around.”
you immediately felt your skin turn hot, your eyes wide.
your heart almost gave out with how fast it was beating.
“v-valko?”
“okay, what about three?” he arched an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. “and then three more when we move to my place. it's bigger.”
you finally had enough.
you stomped closer and yanked the plushie away, holding it close.
this man—
“you can't— you… first of all, you're getting my bed all wet! second of all, you…” you took a sharp inhale, closing your eyes briefly. “you can't just casually mention… c-children, valko.”
he looked down at the damp mattress before meeting your gaze again.
his fluffy ears emerged, and you hated when they did.
it was a vile tactic, a dirty move, especially when… when he made them go all droopy, and his golden eyes looked so sad…
oh, that sweet face…
no!
“stop, valko!” you turned around and closed your eyes. “bad boy, bad!”
seconds later, a pair of strong arms coiled around your waist, easily lifting you off the ground.
he nuzzled the back of your head and inhaled your scent, his tail swishing softly behind him.
“why didn't you tell me to come over sooner?” he asked, his breath brushing the shell of your ear.
you planned to squirm away and get out of his grasp, yet instead, you found yourself freezing in place.
you didn't expect him to ask that.
“why did i have to invite myself in?” he continued, his tone dropping even lower. “you didn't want me here, in your space?”
“valkie… isn't it too soon?” you whispered. “it's only been a couple of months…”
“soon?” he echoed, his fingers digging ever so slightly into your soft tummy. “it's been one hundred and fifty-seven days. that's five full moons, little bunny.”
your eyes fluttered, finally opening after a while. all you could see were your legs suspended in the air.
“we should be married by now. you, marked. me, claimed,” he nuzzled your jawline from behind, lingering there a little longer. “how much longer am i supposed to wait?”
“valko…”
“you keep saying my name. if you like it that much, use it to beg for me to make you mine.”
you gasped, his words making you feel a strange warmth in your chest, and a dizziness you couldn't explain.
he sat down all of a sudden, pulling you onto his lap. your back was against his chest, and he hid his face in your neck, as if it were his refuge.
you thought he'd grow uncontrollable, that you'd have to throw a cushion his way and make him calm down, that he'd mark you right then and there, taking what he saw as rightfully his.
but the seconds went by, slowly, and instead of the situation escalating, you heard a small whine, muffled and low.
his arms tightened around your body, refusing to let go.
“...please,” he whispered. “how much longer, bunny?”
your heart melted.
you didn't know if you were ready.
hell, you didn't even know if he was being serious about the six kids, and if he was, then you had lots of things to think about beforehand.
but the idea of being his, of being marked and claiming him as yours in return, wasn't strange.
you'd had a taste of what valko would be like as a partner for… a lot of days, as he so explicitly recalled, and you didn't regret a single moment spent with him.
“i… i'm not sure yet, valko,” you whispered, not daring to move an inch. “i can't give you a date.”
he sighed, and while you weren't looking at him, you knew his tail had dropped when you could no longer hear it thump against your bed anymore.
“but…” you continued.
one of his ears perked up with interest, his golden eyes now bright.
“but you… could stay the night. get to know where i live, and… explore my space.”
that's all it took for valko to stand up again, turn you around with ease, and pull you against his chest in a tight hug.
his tail wagged like a propeller, and he buried his nose in your hair, shamelessly taking deep breaths to carry your scent with him for longer.
“two more full moons at most,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “no more.”
“valko, i just said—”
“i'll go clean up,” he kissed your lips, tilting your chin up with his index finger just to keep you in place. your eyes shut, and you instinctively returned the kiss, though it took you a few seconds to react.
when he pulled back, he brushed your lower lip with his thumb, noticing how it glistened with his saliva under the soft light of your lamp.
marked.
his.
“don't go anywhere,” he whispered, and that crooked, stupid grin came back to his face.
you were left speechless as he left your bedroom, his chest puffed out, and his fangs showing as he smirked.
you knew he'd take this as an opportunity to snoop around and mark his territory however he could, but instead of irritating you even more, you found it… somewhat adorable.
the rain kept falling outside, and your laptop had long since run out of battery, but you didn't mind.
the wet puppy now invading your space, checking whether you had enough food, whether your windows were secure enough, or whether your plushies were fluffier than him, was far more interesting than anything else.~
I'm genuinely so upset and disgusted rn, using valko as a scapegoat to avoid accountability for valid issues regarding the game is not only cowardly but immature. It really shows how greedy and apathetic infold has gotten.
Not only that, but the blatant racism is absolutely insane, valko was just the slightest bit tan and the CN 'fans' couldn't handle that. The colorism is so gross to see. I was so excited for valko I fully intended on downloading the game for him. Also, not to mention the fact that this is going to just reinforce that CN players can pressure infold into anything and that it doesn't matter what global players want.
