To the new follows 🙂 please know I post a lot of 18+ content. Some of it isn’t censored. So if that isn’t for you feel free to mute or unfollow! Not offended at all 💕
🐈: Hehe, one date night coming right up!
Hmm, but don't you think something's wrong with this position? Yeah, it's all wrong. You should be sitting in my lap! Or if you'd like, I can sit on yours~😉
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🪞: Has it been that long...? Ah, perhaps that isn't quite the right way of putting it. Has it 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 been that long?
I do hope you let me continue carving my memory into you, my dear. Into your mind and your body.
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⛓️: Mm, but you're the one who isn't being innocent if you're asking to share...
You like it when I let myself be a little selfish, right? Then stay in my arms. I want to hold you just a bit longer. Please?
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ᯓ★ starsforxavi kinktober 2026 🔞
↳ 5. first time [ valko ]
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It’s not the first time Valko has stayed over at your house. Not the second time. Not the third time. You’ve lost count of how many times Valko has fallen asleep curled in your lap, his hair tickling your thighs as you play with his subconsciously manifested ears.
Somewhere in the cuddled-up dates and late-night snacks on your kitchen island, you notice Valko is a little more clingy than usual. Nothing’s changed. No special perfume you decided to wear, and no new laundry detergent on sale at the store.
It isn’t until you’re straddling his lap, his fingers grabbing desperately at your waist, that he lets out a soft whimper. “Val…” You kiss the corner of his mouth, tilting your head back when he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “Is everything okay?”
“Mhm,” he hums, and the low sniffles of your scent have you cupping the back of his neck to keep him as close as possible. “You smell so good, baby.” His voice is strained, like he’s holding back. “So good.”
You can feel the hard bulge beneath your hips, and you give an experimental roll of your hips, which results in a whispered expletive and a very tight grip on your waist. Valko sucks in a sharp breath before his hands loosen, careful not to hurt you. Veins pop up along his biceps, and when one of your hands slips under the hem of his cotton shirt, his abdomen flexes under your fingertips.
“Baby… Be careful,” he groans, his teeth nipping at your pulse point.
“Why?” You cup his cheeks, pulling him so you can see his honey eyes. “Do you want this?”
Valko’s breath comes out in pants, his brows so tense you can see small wrinkles forming. “So badly,” he whispers, leaning forward until his nose nuzzles yours. “Need you…” It’s past want. The things that Valko feels bubble beneath his skin, and he can’t help the way his fingers slip right under your shirt to touch your bare back.
Your fingers thread through his hair, massaging his scalp, and you pull him up to kiss you properly. The kiss is languid, but you can hear little gasps of air from him every time you grind down into his lap. “Good boy,” you murmur, your own body betraying how badly you want him by curling into his body. “Show me what you want.”
You don’t remember how you got into this position.
First, you were straddling Valko on your sofa.
Then, he picked you up, his hands firm under your behind, and brought you to your bed.
Now, his eager hips tease your entrance, while one hand holds your waist steady.
Valko guides you back, letting the first half of his cock press inside you. The stretch is delicious. It’s not painful or sharp, but you feel a slight burn when you reach the thicker part of him—his barely-there knot.
“God, baby…” Valko trails off, his touch so gentle on your body that you can only feel the ghost of his fingers along your thighs and hips. “You look so beautiful like this. So beautiful… You’re always beautiful, but, baby, I can’t take this.” He’s rambling, and the muscles in his thighs tense up when your pussy clenches slightly around him.
You don’t see it, but his tail wags like an overactive metronome behind him, something he can’t quite control, not when you feel so warm and perfect around him. His whole body is on edge because you look so beautiful under him like this, with your back arched and your mouth fallen open in pleasure.
“Val,” you whimper, turning your head to the side and nearly collapsing at his expression. He’s not even flush against your ass, and he looks wrecked. His cheeks are a pretty shade of pink, and sweat beads at his temple, making his hair look like a wet dog. You push back on him, almost screaming when you feel his balls brush your clit. “Move.”
“Okay… Okay,” he breathes, leaning down to mold his sculpted chest to your back. “‘m moving, baby. I promise.” The first thrust has him biting down on the line of your shoulder, the groan muffled against your skin. “Feel so– so good, baby. ‘m sorry, I am.” His hips move of their own accord, rutting into you with a wild excitement like he’s experiencing this for the first time and very quickly getting addicted.
Valko’s heart beats wildly in his chest, so much so that you can almost feel it through every layer of muscle, bone, and skin between you. His hands roam your body with no set destination in mind, but they quickly land on your breasts that move with every harsh thrust.
“‘m sorry,” he whispers, toying with your nipples. “‘m sorry, baby… ‘m not gonna last long. You feel so good, baby.” His voice cracks, like he’s crying, but the wetness you feel is simply sweat that pours down his bare skin onto you. “So perfect.” His extensive vocabulary is shut down. All he can think about is how good you feel, and how hard he's trying not to come so quickly.
Every time you try to speak, his cock fills you once again, and you lose your voice for a second. “It’s– okay, love.” You reach down, covering one of Valko’s hands with yours, trying to comfort him when he’s obviously overwhelmed by sensation. Even when you can feel the base of his cock growing, and you know what is coming, you take a deep breath and force yourself to relax.
“Can you take it?” Valko asks, his forehead pressing to your shoulder blade as he watches himself fuck into you. “My knot… ‘m sorry… It’s big, baby. I know it is…” He’s never actually knotted anyone, but from his knowledge of his own anatomy and what it does to others, it has never been lost on him. “If you can’t, ‘s okay…”
Once again, you lose your voice for a few seconds, but it’s becoming thicker and thicker. “I can– take it, Val… I promise.” Your hips meet his thrusts, eager and ready to take whatever he has in store for you. When you started dating Valko, you learned more about wolves and what exactly happens to them and their partners. You’ve known what to expect, and you’re more than willing and excited to experience it.
“You can?” He pauses, kissing up your back until his nose traces the shell of your ear. “You can. I know you can, baby. You’re gonna take it. ‘s so good. You’re so pretty, baby.” His endless babble is broken up by whimpers and grunts of your name, along with the slap of skin on skin.
When you finally let yourself go, your knees give out on you, sending you face first into the mattress. But Valko doesn’t care. He ruts into you with the same enthusiastic hips, fucking you with the reckless abandon of a virgin being too excited to do anything but pleasure you.
And when his knot becomes too thick, you feel him plug you up with a soft pop, and he twitches with every flood of cum against your walls. His breath comes out in quick puffs of air against your sweaty temple, and his body fully presses you into the mattress with nearly all his weight.
The next thing you hear is a low chuckle in your ear, and you’re being pulled onto your side. “Thank you, baby.” Valko kisses a mark that he made minutes ago. “You did so well, so good for me. Thank you.” He pauses, rubbing circles into your hip as he curls into you.
Your entrance catches slightly as he shifts, and you both let out a loud hiss. “How long are we stuck like this?” You ask, though you know a ballpark answer from your research.
Valko hums, wrapping his large arm around you. “Half an hour… An hour… Two hours–”
“Two hours?!”
“‘m kidding, baby.” He laughs, his voice catching as another flood of come fills you. “As long as it takes to go down, I guess… But at least we get to cuddle while we wait.”
🦊: Look at this room. Just how much do you love me, huh? Maybe I should clear a bookshelf and start collecting mini you's...
Am I lying? Why don't you look into my eyes and tell me, hm?
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🛡️: Claiming you're a hostage when you're the one who shut yourself in the cage, 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑧𝑖?
Too bad. You're making it seem like you'd rather be locked away than in my arms. 𝑀𝑒𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑧 𝑧𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑡...
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⚔️: W-wow... Is this what the Greedy Prince's collection looks like? Everything's so cute and sparkly!
🍎: This collection is all for you, my countess... Everytime we add something to it, your smile is always so beautiful that I can't help wanting to add more...
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