There there big guy 👻
Valko loves overpowering you.
It happened the first time he play-fought with you.
Looking at you pinned beneath him, his large hand splayed over your tummy to hold you down, his dick twitched alive.
And it took him almost all his willpower to not fuck you into the floor right then.
Then there was the time you tried riding him. Your thighs burned until your movements turned slow and sluggish, unable to keep the pace.
Valko grew impatient enough to plant two hands on your waist and start moving your body himself, using you on his cock. It stirred him further, the fact that he could so easily pick you up and take you like a fuckdoll.
He drove himself insane when it came to manhandling you, putting you in all sorts of positions, holding you in place, lifting you up, and his personal favorite- fucking you from behind with a firm arm hooked around your throat, keeping you in a chokehold.
It was something about you trusting him, he realized. Despite being so much smaller than he was, and the fact that he could ruin you if he really wanted to, you still looked up at him with nothing but trust in your eyes and let him take care of you.
Valko is Hungry! (18+)
“V-Valko, you said you were— hngh!— hungry!”
Valko lifted his head to look at you, his saliva disconnecting from the wetness of your folds.
"But baby, 'm already eating..." He buried his face back at your core, breathing in your scent as if it were oxygen.
You lightly slapped Valko’s shoulder. “T-this is not what I meant when I said you should eat—ah—!”
You felt his tongue move in circles around your bud. Then, he suddenly sucked on it.
Unfortunately, your boyfriend did not stop until he caught all of your orgasms and licked you clean.
On second thought, what a lucky girlfriend you are.
The first time Valko realized you were ovulating, he genuinely thought he was losing his fucking mind.
You’d only been dating for a little while, and nothing could’ve prepared him for it. One day your scent shifted; subtle to anyone else, but to a werewolf? It crashed into him like a goddamn truck. Warm. Sweet. Addicting. Every instinct buried beneath his goofy, affectionate exterior clawed its way to the surface all at once.
From that moment on, he couldn’t think straight. He tried so damn hard not to let you catch on. He stopped himself from lingering every time he hugged you. Forced himself to keep a few extra feet between you whenever he could. Every time you walked past him, he’d turn his head and grit his fangs because one deep breath was enough to have every feral thought in his brain screaming at him.
It was torture. Your scent followed him everywhere, clinging to his clothes, his sheets, his thoughts. He wanted to bury himself between your plush thighs every second of the day just to breathe you in, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to.
Eventually…He cracked. Fresh out of the shower, you wandered into the bedroom only to freeze in the doorway. There stood your giant werewolf boyfriend in front of the laundry hamper, your used panties clutched tightly in both hands while he shamelessly buried his face into the fabric, dragging in a desperate breath like it was the only thing keeping him alive. The thick outline of the fattest erection strained against his sweatpants.
The second he noticed you standing there, his ears burned bright red. He froze. Slowly lowered the panties.
“…I can explain.”
the duality of my beautiful, charming, amazing, drop dead gorgeous, pretty, wolfie husbnad ⭐️
🔞 Valko x Fem Reader// smut, fluff, plot
You didn’t mean to stare, to memorize his cafe order. Same thing every day, chocolate croissant, hot cocoa and a banana—for balance, you supposed. Not the breakfast you’d expect for a man dressed in three piece suits every morning. He looked important, down to his jewelry, frameless glasses and cropped hair. Even with an heir of seriousness, his voice was always calm, never raising a decible, even when a new barista got his order wrong.
It wasn’t often you wanted to speak to strangers, and they didn’t approach you either. Your nose was always pressed to a laptop screen or report anyway, especially with the uprise of Wanderer appearances in the city. Those reports piled, your limbs ached and the dark circles never seemed to fade. Somehow, though, you looked forward to the silent routine of watching this handsome and mysterious redhead.
Some places where I think you and Valko would crack
⟢ On a balcony that faces the woods at night. While Valko rams into you from behind, you cling onto the rails as Valko leans down from behind to whisper how this is a view that can never be compared to.
⟢ On the long boardroom table in one of his meeting rooms. Valko relieves his exhaustion from work as he has you spread out on the cool surface of the table, whispering how you know exactly how to alleviate his stress.
⟢ On the plush carpet in front of the fireplace during a thunderstorm with light coming from the flames of the fireplace. He clings onto you lovingly, babbling about how you well you take him.
⟢ On the back of the bathroom door when you're feeling too overwhelmed during family holidays and just need a release. Valko has a hand over your mouth as he tells you how beautiful you look taking him while keeping it down.
⟢ In his penthouse, against the glass windows while it rains outside.
⟢ In a cabin in the middle of the forest, the only light comes in from the full moon outside the window. Valko runs his fingers across your face, confessing how gorgeous you look underneath the moonlight.
⟢ After a fancy night out at a charity gala, you both have your hands on each other right from the elevator because you both couldn't wait until you reached your hotel room.
⟢ On the hood of his Jeep when you both go out camping. Going at it missionary style, your view is of Valko's fucked out face and the starry sky above.
⟢ Against the shelves of a library late at night while Valko spews random facts about Systems Architecture.
⟢ If the note about Valko being into Rugby is true, then you best believe you'd be cracking on the bleachers after a game that Valko won.
⟢ On the leather bench in front of the mirror at the gym when you're both sweaty after an intense workout session together.
A.N: I'd bounce on it anywhere if it was him tbh. Credits to @pixopix for the divider. Thank you for trying this cookie!
