#Viktor arcane smut
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A quick meal
cw: shameless smut, no use of y/n, female anatomy for reader, desk sex, dirty talk, slightly rough(-ish)? perhaps??
word count: 1,5k
eng is not my first language, please inform me if you spot any mistakes!
Viktor always knew it’s what inside that counts. And so he counted. Every rich moan escaping your mouth, every squelch of the fondly fingered pussy — it’s every prominence, fold and flexure, and, of course — exactly how much pressure you prefer on your clit. Well, at least that explanation was the only reasonably-appearing one to you, because how the hell did he know how to make you cream his fingers in coats of delicious stickiness in exactly few minutes, the stretch of them so qualitative your throbbing walls could easily accept his cock with little to no effort put into penetration. He must have used an ungodly amount of diligence to develop this specific technique just for you — his precious, lecherous sweetheart. Your whimpers are a devil on his shoulder, distracting him from being a stern, dispassionate about anything except for his research man. That little temptation invited him into the warmth of your precious core instead. It kept luring in, filling his genius mind with dreamy filth. Besides: it’s so much better to be buried within the tightness of your cunt than within the loneliness of his lab, untouched and craving you in his arms so desperately. No, he most certainly would prefer the first option.
“Relax,” sultry whisper teases your ear, while the free from fucking into you hand crawled up, preliminarily teasing the swell of each breast on its way to your throat — to be wrapped around it like a pretty collar, securely tight, not firm enough to actually hurt, but to rather keep you in place, adding to the thrill, to the longing.
He rarely fucks you like this. Viktor’s never been a huge fan of quickies — he’s a taster at heart, thorough and passionate — a sloppy kiss here, a teasing lick there — working you up even when it’s not needed anymore, for the sake of pure entertainment — more his than yours, to be completely honest, but he would never willingly admit to that.
He likes to savour you, like a fresh fruit one’s supposed to eat slowly — painfully so, even, memorising the flavour in explicit detail, letting it engrave into the taste receptors.
But there’s cyanide even in the finest peaches. Eat too many — and you’re incapable of consuming anything anymore, death plastered across your gourmand-face. It takes around fifteen peach pits to kill a curious starved soul, after all.
So tonight Viktor stays away from the cyanide. He’s had enough ravishing for now, turning a solid number of your previous intercourses into love-making. He’s eager, and he’s treating you like a quick meal — totally different from his usual ‘eat-you up-like-you’re-the main course’ demeanour. Not that you mind, of course. Dining hastily has its charms too.
“Keep your legs spread for me,” the gentle demand continues to sting your ear, and as much as you’d love to comply — you simply can’t, trembling knees doing you no favours, allowing no small mercies.
“Darling?” he repeats, the sharpness of his ‘r’ a scrumptious scratch to your brain, turning you into a mess — nearly irreparable, matching the one you’ve turned his desk into once he bent you over it, capturing tightly between his erection and the hard wooden edge, kindly depriving you off the worries about your clothes getting in the way. So thoughtful of him.
Rolled up skirt rests on your lower back, exposing the plumpness of soft hips — so grabable, they’re practically begging for his attention, but he’s reluctant to pull the long fingers out of you just yet. You’re clenching around them so perfectly, blessing him with the privilege of feeling your every twitch.
The presence of your underwear doesn’t concern you anymore — it’s wrapped around your ankles, pretty lace occasionally tickling the skin, reminding of the abrupt harshness Viktor’s sinewy hands had ripped them off you with. So brusque when it comes to fucking you from behind that a mere touch feels rougher than the deepest of thrusts. Your pussy might be able to take him without turning into a mess, but your sanity? You wish he’d left you some, just the tiniest bit to at least obey him easily.
But not all wishes were meant to be fulfilled.
You mewl something hopelessly illegible as your words drown in your own moan, lewd sounds of his fingers parting the swollen folds of an already spent cunt louder than your actual voice. And suddenly body language is not a figurative concept anymore.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” the kind threat encourages hoarsely. “Or should I spread them for you?”
You can only squeeze out a nod. Viktor releases your neck with a sympathetic chuckle, and a deft hand grabs at your left calf, helping a trembling leg to step out of the damp lingerie, leaving it completely forgotten and lonely on the floor. You’ll collect it later: if only the dirty-minded inventor lets you, of course. Which was highly doubtful, since tucking your undergarments into a pocket of his dresspants started to really grow on him lately. The possibility of obstaclessly fucking you over another surface once you’re in private again is too tempting to be pushed away so fast.
You fall on his desk, cold wood a tough pillow to your flushed cheek. However the loving hand stroking at your flesh doesn’t move to proceed with complaisant ministrations on your right limb. The buckle of his belt jingles, unfastening, negligently joining your underwear on the floor. You quirk an inquisitive eyebrow, putting a rather pathetic effort into propping yourself up, searching for an explanation to his movements. But a rough palm falls on your lower back with a thump, firmly pacifying, practically smacking.
“Don’t move, dear,” he hisses, pulling his fingers out of you right before you got the chance to cum all over them. Scarily rigorous again. And vicious. But you don’t say that. It’s not like you’re able to talk coherently anyway.
Something — which you suspect to be his foot — persistently forces your legs out of the way, sprawling you more for his hungry gaze. The toe of his shoe roughly kisses each one of your heels, spreading you open, just as he’d promised.
“How rude!” you exclaim, voice dripping with fake resentment.
“Rude?” he laughs, and the next thing you feel is a caring peck on a shoulder, the sweet heat of his breath back where it belongs — teasing the shell of your ear. “Well, please excuse me this one whim, but can you really blame me? Besides, I suppose my… barbarism happened to be quite efficient.”
His tip is pressed against your entrance, slowly working its way inside, brushing a puffy labia on its way. You’re sure it’s leaking with precum for you already — it might be impossible to feel through the lavish wetness seeping out of you, but you know Viktor good enough to be certain of pearly bitterish liquid breaking out of his slit.
You don’t lack his fingers anymore — not when you’re about to be so much more palpably filled, the thickness of his cock irreplaceable with any amount of his phalanxes. An unsolved mystery for both of you. The one leading you to an embarrassingly primitive statement — whatever it is so special about him keeps you coming back for more.
“There was no need to be so ill-mannered. I could have spread my legs just perfectly fine,” you mutter a shameless lie, already expecting a protest.
“And from my expertise you weren’t exactly competent,” Viktor mocks with a tortuously handsome smirk, and you make a fatal mistake of looking over your shoulder right when his narrow hips thrust into yours, his length splitting you with a delicious burn. It takes away the remnants of your stamina. “Because trust me, I can tell when one’s incapable of standing on their own feet — let alone moving properly. Coming from an adept, figuratively speaking.”
He bends lower, warm dry lips pressed to the glistening sweat on your temple. He doesn’t rush to have his way with you anymore, hand found peace on your chin, tilting up, gently forcing a thumb into the open mouth. You greet it with a needy bite, a wordless plea to convince him to finally start pounding into you, to satisfy the body lusting for his steady thrusts.
“You’re quivering,” Viktor notes with a pensive hum. “Shall I proceed? You look like you’re in more need of a cane than I am, my darling. So wobbly.”
The plea-bite on his thumb quickly turns into a menacing one. Canine pierces the skin, earning a muffled against the mess of your hair ‘ouch’, demanding the heartily craved resumption.
“Am I pinned like this forever or are you done with the fucking drollery?”
A sultry laugh caresses your ear, and the throbbing cock inside you slips almost all the way out, leaving you clenching purely around the bulging tip.
“Save the swearing,” utters the pretty tempter.
A rough roll of his hips into yours. Ass bounces off his pelvis, the slap of skin against skin loud and resonant, mingling with your desperate gasp just perfectly. Has you seeing numerous sparks, mouth drops open in a breathless ‘yes’.
“That vocabulary is only appropriate for an orgasm.”
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All of a sudden I've been absolutely obsessed with Viktor and his voice, and there's very little content centering around Viktor on Tumblr and other social media I've noticed. Starved for anything, I decided to attempt to make my own Viktor AI Voice bot for self-insert pleasure. This is my first attempt at anything like this, so lemme know how it did. The audio's are arranged by degree of "likeness" to Viktor's voice, but some are definitely more convincing than others.
TL;DR:
Voice snippets from my Viktor (Arcane) AI voice.
More NSFW snippets later?
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Sometimes I like to imagine what Viktor would be like absolutely RUINED.
NSFW, implied female reader but no pronouns mentioned (or just someone wearing makeup), oral, sexual descriptions
/If you see the asterisk (*), see the end for meaning or translation/
His usually unkempt hair matted and stuck to his forehead and the nape of his neck
His pupils blown wide in adoration and lust as he gazed at your form so perfectly perched between his thighs
Whimpering and stuttered begging in that thick accent that fans the flames in your stomach, thinking of the /other/ things he can do with that pretty tongue of his if only you merely mentioned wanting it
Viktor's pretty porcelain skin smattered in hickies, the shades of red and purple beautifully contrasting his paleness around his bobbing adam's apple
Lips bruised and swollen from your kisses and how hard he has been biting at them to contain himself
His beautiful, sculpted hands gripping onto whatever he can get them on, one buried in your hair and the other clawing at the sheets
Lipstick and love bites trail down his torso, peaking from his hastily unbuttoned shirt and pants
"моя любовь*, please - I'm abo - MMmph - about to-"
You don't let him finish what he's saying of course, you know you've teased and edged him for far too long and he's been just /so good/ for you, engulfing him in your mouth and sucking him off with new-found determination
The sounds he'd make would be absolutely downright UNHOLY. His groans are enough to make your knees buckle, your own hand working beneath you as you meet your end along with him
He'd sigh contentedly as his whole body relaxes from how tight he had been wound up, utterly exhausted from the whole ordeal.
He'd relax, that is, until he felt you atop him, your hips gyrating into his own, whimpering but truly he /loves/ the overstimulation - the way you manage to make it too much yet not /enough/ is his favorite thing in the world
His mind has been long wiped of the stress he carries with him when he returns from the lab, the only thing on his mind is /you./
You both know there is a long, long night ahead of you - and he'll love every second of it
*моя любовь or moya lyubov, means "my love."
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Not Just a Summer Affair [Final]
Oooof this was a hard one
Speaking of which! Do you know who else is going to get har--
Uhhh
Viktor x Fem! Reader---------4.2K----NSFW | MDNI |
> First Part
> Second Part
Summary: Assisting to this planned vacation by the beach wasn’t the best idea Viktor has had, but at least he can have an excuse to spend time with you. Hoping that, maybe, he can gather the courage to confess the feelings he’s been trying so hard to bury.
Tags: 50% Fluff, 50% Smut, roughly | PWP | Friends to Lovers | Beach AU | They're horny your honor | (NSFW tags): Vaginal Fingering; Blowjob; Brief Nipple Play; Vaginal Sex; Beach Sex I guess; Unprotected Sex | I think that's all |
Viktor was used to waking up early, when the sun barely peeked over the horizon, making the whole world a misty grey.
Though ever since you two had to share a room, he had forced himself to lay in bed until seven or eight o’clock, when Viktor could hear the faint voices of Jayce and Mel talking at the end of the hallway, the shower running against the marble tiles.
He would tiptoe out of bed and into the bathroom, carrying his clothes for the days enveloped on his towel. Sometimes, when he got out of the shower you would still be sleeping, your back turned toward him as if you knew he wasn’t fully dressed yet. On other occasions he would find the room alone, with you already downstairs helping to prepare breakfast.
This morning was different.
The sun had started hitting the light blue curtains hours ago, illuminating the whole room as if it had been reflected by the water in the backyard pool. He was lying with his gaze toward the ceiling, the usual pillow supporting his back, yet Viktor didn’t move. Too cocooned in your warmth as your body had curled up against him last night, when you told him shyly if you could sleep with him, shifting as you needed to do every time he had to accommodate his posture to avoid cramps.
Viktor patted your head, fingers grazing your cheek to wake you up as gently as he could manage.
You grumbled under your breath, eyes pressed close against Viktor’s side, taking in the aroma of his skin mixed with the smell of your shampoo, hair scattered all over.
His fingers fiddled with your hair, feeling the rich texture under his fingers. You cooed, and he chuckled, leaning to kiss your forehead. “Aren’t you a sleepyhead? I’m surprised you’re always arriving early to work.”
“That way I could be alone with you for a bit,” you mumbled, just slightly embarrassed. You liked to hear his morning voice as his answers became longer sentences instead of monosyllabic.
Viktor’s eyes were like twin morning suns gazing down at you, lips curled in the sweetest of smiles. “Very naughty of you,” he said nonchalantly, not finding it ironic in the slightest that his hand went down toward the swell of your breast, fingers already getting familiar with all the sensitive spots along your body, loving to trap your coos and moans with his lips.
He shushed you, his tongue matching the cadent rhythm of his thumb brushing around the peak of your nipple, hard and needy against your night clothes. “You wouldn’t like our friends to know what we’re doing here, would you, beautiful?" he muttered, pinching the little bud under his fingers.
You hissed, your teeth nibbling not-so-kindly over his bottom lip as Viktor tried to soothe your lewd noises with his mouth.
He hummed, his hand traveling along the curves of your breast down your waist and hip, where his hands grasped the sensible skin. “Wait here. I’ll come back in a bit.”
“No,” you whined, taking his hand to stop him from sliding away from your embrace. “Didn’t you tell me we were going to be very busy today?”
Viktor laughed, poking your sides so he could wiggle away, the sound of your laughter flooding the room, lightening it up brighter than the sun ever could. "I don't recall having to tell you doing what, though. What that dirty mind of yours had pictured, hmm?”
You frowned, throwing him a pillow. “You were very handsy last night.”
“I’d say you were the handsy one, malý zajíček. I used... other, eh, parts,” Viktor added, golden eyes with a mischievous twinkle. “Have you forgotten already?”
You blinked, feeling warm pooling down into your belly by remembering the last as if it hadn’t been circling in your brain even in your dreams. “What did you call me?”
He sneered, putting in a baggy shirt and some shorts. His cane thumped toward the door. "You'll figure it out soon enough, my love."
“If you leave now, I won’t be having sex with you!” Today, at least. It wasn’t at all fair that he had stopped you twice by now, so you couldn’t help but get grumpy. But you also knew it was a lie. You were completely at his mercy.
Viktor chuckled, the door opening to show the yellow wallpaper of the hallway. “I’m sure I’ll be able to change your mind.”
*~*~*~*
By 9 a.m. the room felt too hot to keep on the sheets you had thrown over yourself by dawn, the slight chill from last night's rain gone. You were napping, the heat making your brain fuzzy, limps drained from energy.
You didn't hear the door opening not Viktor's weight dipping the mattress until he brushed your cheek with his finger. Peeking between your half-closed eyes, you saw him sitting against the headboard.
“What?” you mumbled. “Regretting your decision already?”
“I brought us breakfast, actually," Viktor smiled, gesturing to a tray left on the night table. "I need you well-fed if you wish to have such… strenuous activities."
You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at the food that was still hot enough to leave a grey trace of mist rising toward the ceiling. Freshly cut fruit and warm bread filled the air with a succulent aroma.
Viktor took his slippers off, opening his legs and patting the mattress in space between them. “Come here.”
You pouted, sliding toward him feeling the smooth cotton of the bedsheets against the back of your thighs. His hands quickly found purchase on your hips, hugging you closer to his chest. Gentle fingers guided your chin up so he could soothe your pout with his lips.
Humming, you leaned in even closer, wiggling your hips against him, a smile curling your lips when you felt him starting to get hard and eager poking at your back.
He laughed between kisses. “You can’t get away with being so misbehaved, my love,” he muttered, his lips traveling to the beautiful curve of your neck.
Viktor grazed his teeth in the crook of your neck, there were it descended on your shoulder. The mark got red, a mewl parting your lips.
He took a bowl, porcelain clicking against his fingers when he settled it between your legs, his fingers slowly traveling down there where you wanted him, only to retrieve slices of apple that he then put against your lips, the cool fruit against your skin boiling with desire.
"Open up," Viktor whispered, his soft tone moving the hairs around your ear. The apple was green still, the juice filling your tongue. "Good girl."
You took another slice, raising it toward him. With a giggle, you repeated the command back at him.
From the corner of your eye, you saw him smiling, nibbling your fingers while biting the fruit. Humming approbatory, he squeezed your hips.
“Is it good?” you mumbled, feeding each other in a natural rhythm, with your back flushed against his chest, sensing every little move he made while chewing.
“The fruit it's sour, but you're sweet enough to compensate for it.”
You laughed. “That’s so cheesy of you.”
His eyes twinkled. “I was referring that I can still taste you in my mouth,” Viktor muttered, nuzzling his nose against your ear. “Growing fainter at each moment. I think I’ll need a reminder soon.”
It was so hard to keep eating, feeling your hands starting to shake as you took your cup of coffee mixed with sweet milk, twin to his.
“I thought you wanted to wait?” You told him, trying to muster an annoyed tone, though your voice broke in the middle of the sentence when Viktor looked at your tongue sheepishly licking the remnants of the beverage out your lips. You felt him twitch against your back, becoming harder by the second.
Your hand burned, memories of his size and the texture now tickling your fingers, pleading you to take him in your palm again.
“A professional scientist knows when to admit faulty.”
“Hmmm, and you want to be rewarded?” You said, his hand traveling from the plush skin of your hips toward the most sensible curve of one of your thighs.
He squeezed, fingertips entering where the fabric of your panties had started to feel wet. “Mmhmm,” Viktor said, his mind absent from his words and focused on the spot that was craving him, pressing against the fabric so the texture could arouse that pretty little button he liked so much.
You bit your lips to keep your mewls trapped, neck tilted to the left to let Viktor kiss the enticing curve down your shoulders.
“They’re not home,” he commented, leaving bites all over. “You can scream if you want to. And I would very much like so."
“Vik—Viktor,” you said, the fabric of your panties sticking to your flesh when his fingers peeked inside, dragging it to the side.
Just like last night, his fingers danced masterfully around your clit, so tense and aching from him already, coating his fingers on your essence before rubbing it around the bundle of nerves. You writhed against him, feeling him poking mercilessly at your back, he, too, was desperate to have you.
Viktor nibbled his way into your orgasm, painting red marks on your neck that would be impossible to hide under clothes with the boiling hot weather around the beach. Oh well, it was only a question of time for Jayce and Mel to notice that he couldn't keep his hands away from you, so inviting and loving.
The morning sun painted the scene in gold and white, heavenly; sending hues to your hair and the beads of sweat on your forehead, soaking into the neckline of your shirt, nipples pressed against the cotton. Your legs shook, back collapsing against him as your hips slowed down your sways.
Playfully, he circled your clit in the contrary direction, delighted to hear your scream echoing in the room that had only been graced with the melody of your intertwined pants.
Your hand found the hem of his shorts, slipping the palm inside of them to grasp his length, which made him stop for a moment.
A laugh rumbled through his chest, echoing in yours.
“So clever, moje láska.” He kissed your cheek. “My love.”
You matched your strokes with the circles drawn on your clit, tongues dancing in a sloppy kiss; the kind that made your core soaked, easing Viktor the entrance of his two dexterous fingers, his other hand diligently paying attention to your hard nipples, rubbing, and pinching once the skin became soft again.
Your palms became wet, too, a less sticky liquid coating your fingers once you brushed them against his tip.
Viktor grunted, pulling apart to breathe.
“Let me take care of you,” you mumbled, nails grazing his length. “Please.”
He leaned in to kiss you again. "You don't have to plead with me. Not today, at least.”
You smiled, missing his fingers inside of you when you bent on your elbows, helping him take off his shorts to expose him, his tip red and gleaming, inviting to your salivating mouth. Eyes cast upon him made him twitch, happy for the attention.
Your core was melting, feeling your essence sticking to your thighs at seeing his size when you grasped him.
Viktor breathed deeply, eyes fluttering close with each slow stroke of your hand.
“Vitya, look at me,” you told him, golden eyes blinking open to glue you there, your hips up, the small mirror of the vanity showing him how the morning light hit on your pussy, shining and swollen, aching for him.
You parted your lips, taking in his head, tasting bitter precum, your tongue circling the fat skin. Viktor groaned, the muscles of his neck tightened when you tested his size on your mouth, gagging when he hit the back of your throat.
“S-slowly,” Viktor panted. “Do it slowly, my love. I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you,” he cooed, cupping your cheek.
Obedient, you took him in and out your mouth a couple of times, each try deepening the distance you could take inside of him. Viktor grabbed the bedsheets and your hair, hips pressed against the headboard in a constant reminder not to buckle them against your mouth. Not yet, at least.
Finally, you took him as deep as you were capable of, tears brimming, tracing a wobbly path down your cheeks. But you hummed, the vibrating movement eluding an unfiltered moan out of Viktor’s lips.
Looking up at him, you started to move your head far and close. Viktor took the hint, grabbing your hair as he started moving his hips in slow motion, half-grunting, half-moaning at sensing the wet and terse texture of your mouth, eyes heavy-lidded but never closed, too focused on them observing how well you were taking him; lips soaked in your saliva just as his shaft.
How your torso was swaying too, so your hard nipples would brush the bedsheets.
“My, what did you to do me?” Viktor hissed through gritted teeth, one hand embracing your throat just enough to feel the swell form of his cock enveloped inside your throat, the other grabbing your hair. He paused, feeling the wet trail of saliva falling toward his balls. “I was a gentleman before you.”
You gagged, nails scratching his chest while your other hand found the puffy and wet folds of your cunt, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Teary eyes looked up at him with blown-out pupils.
You were looking at him as if saying that’s a lie.
Taking your head with one hand, Viktor took your hand out your core to put your glistening fingers inside his mouth, tongue swirling in animated circles around them, nibbling and sucking while his hips buckled against your face, the tip of your nose brushing thick that you had seen peeking from his swim shorts ever since days ago.
His body shivered, every movement jerking in a broken rhythm that made your pussy clench into nothing. Viktor rumbled your name, an accent so thick you almost couldn't recognize it, and yet, you wished him to call you like that every day.
Your hand ran down his abdomen, grasping tense and heavy balls, scratching them playfully as he thrust deep into you, cocooned into your warm as he came, the grasp on your hair a strange mix between pleasure and pain.
Warm, bitter, thick liquid flooded your throat. Your hand grasped his thigh, tears running down your cheeks that Viktor hastily soothed with his thumb.
He pulled out, and you gasped, your mouth filled with the taste of him. Some of his cum had fallen out your lips, and you felt Viktor’s thumb wiping it out your cheek, the slender digit in front of your mouth for you to lick it clean.
You took it, your tongue taking in his digit, letting your tastebuds soak into his essence before he took it away with a lewd plop.
Viktor patted the side next to his body, your body crawling toward the spot. You gazed at his blushed form, a red tint that crawled from his chest up his ears. He took his pajama shirt, wiping the sweat and tears away from your cheeks as he peppered them with kisses, cooing words that you didn’t understand, though all of them were coated in love, all twinkling eyes and gentle hands soothing your still tense muscles.
You crawled next to him, still lying on the bed. Your hands around his waist.
His lips kissed your forehead. “Remember to use a hat today, alright? We’re going to the pier to have lunch in a boat. Does that sound good to you?”
You chuckled. “Don’t you think it’s too late to take me on a cute first date? One may think we’ve passed the stage already.”
Viktor frowned slightly, trying to make a coherent thought, distracted by the way you looked with the morning light illuminating your swollen lips and sleepy eyes, a vision so ethereal yet real. Just for him.
“It’s not that. You always deserve these kinds of dates.” He called your name, his thumb holding your chin gently. "You're my love—and I've wanted to do this with you ever since… well," Viktor said. “Since a long time.”
You feigned shock. "You've wanted to fuck me for a long time?"
He clicked his tongue. “Tsk. That language." But Viktor was smiling when he captured your lips, amazed at the mixing taste of him and you in your tongue. “I meant the dates.” His finger poked your forehead. “This dirty mind of yours must be punished, though.”
You beamed. “And I’m sure you’re more than eager to oblige.”
Viktor smirked. “Once around here has to put order, don’t you agree, my love?” His hands massaged your neck in gentle circles, giving you a smile that could eclipse the sun. “Now let’s go, our day has only started.”
*~*~*~*
The historical pier became your favorite spot, taking walks around the historical site near the beach, mossy rocks hit by the waves in a lulling rhythm when you two sat on the edge, feet dangling on the edge, watching the sun hide under the waves.
Sometimes your clothes would get in the rock, keeping them dry while you slid into the water, toward Viktor’s inviting embrace. His swimming lessons had nourished the courage to accompany him to soak into the cool shallow waters, a shelter from the unforgiving sun.
Today, he wanted a more tranquil activity.
Lounging in a beach chair with a book about mechanics open against his chest, though he could barely focus, while seeing you from the corner of his eyes, reading one of your questionable romance novels (he had seen some of the covers) before the sun disappeared for the day, your free hand taking his—a gesture he would've rolled his eyes to if seeing them outside his role as a participant—but it all changed when it was your hand gently taking his.
You were still wearing one of those short summer dresses, loose sleeves that make it fall from your shoulders, short enough he could peek under once his resolution to be a gentleman had worn thin and find the straps that maintained your bottom bikini tied together.
The waves lulled you enough to let your book aside once you couldn’t pay attention to the last ten pages’ contents.
“Vitya,” you told him, his eyes shooting from the book back to you. Even with the dusk almost setting, his eyes still shone bright like the morning sun. You stood up, remembering your cuddling session in bed these last days.
“Hmmm?”
He observed you, gaze low and framed by his thick eyebrows tilted in an almost amused arch when you approached him, sitting at the edge of his lounging chair like a shameless cat asking for pets, your legs carefully straddling his hips.
An automatic response overcame it, opening his arms to receive your body leaning toward him, arms tangling around his shoulders with your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck to take in his essence mixed with the sunscreen and the salty marine breeze.
Viktor chuckled, the deep rumble creating a tiny, swirling pool of hotness in your lower belly that only increased with feeling the outline of him beneath the black swimming shorts, getting half-hard from the pressure of your soft rear already.
You swallowed, your body memory starting to wiggle your hips against him, knowing that if you kept doing it, you would hear shameless sounds escaping his mouth.
“Aren’t you a little rabbit, hmm?” He tried to frown, though his mouth remained agape, wishing for another kiss. “Always so needy and shameless for me.”
You hugged him closer, your bare nipples brushing his chest. “Do you want me?” you muttered, putting on your best doe-eyed expression.
He kissed your forehead. “All the time, moje láska.” Fingers pulled the knots of your swimsuit open, pulling the fabric away altogether so it could brush your folds with the minimum of force. Your hips buckled, a happy coo music to his ears. Taking the little part of fabric between his fingers, he loved to see the wet streaks of your arouse tinting the cloth a darker shade of purple.
Viktor dipped his head toward your breasts, his tongue swirling against one little peak that was begging for his attention. You bit your lip, his golden gaze burned unholy at your exposed skin.
You took his cock out of his shorts, giving him a few strokes until you felt his precum coating the shaft.
Viktor whispered your name, feeling himself burn with the marks of his kisses and bites poured on your neck and shoulders.
Your thighs burned when you straightened, your hands guiding his head between your soaked folds, a mewl escaping your lips at the pressure. Viktor hissed, capturing your lips into a kiss, tongues dancing and his teeth nibbling your bottom lip.
It burned in a delicious, ravenous way. He filled you perfectly, walls squeezing against him, inviting him deeper into your sanctuary. Walls that will keep squeezing to take everything once he finished inside of you.
Viktor grunted, a myriad of words going through his teeth that sounded like foreign curses; fingers marking their outline on your hips.
You whimpered once you felt him hitting that spot, deeply burrowed in your wet warmth.
Distracted from your breasts, Viktor kissed your lips, a fleeting brush that ended with him nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as you picked your rhythm, riding him until you felt your thighs burn, and then even further, muscles numb as your mind got fogged with pleasure.
Viktor shifted his posture a little, his folded towel at his back so his hips could tilt slightly, your rides hitting the point that made you moan against his ear.
You flushed your chest against his, hard nipples brushing his chest with each bounce of your pretty body. Viktor hugged you, his tongue flat against a nipple he licked each time you rode his cock. You were swaying in a rhythm of your own, like the waves crashing against the beach, your hips meeting his as the sun started to dip over the horizon.
“Moje láska,” he said, licking his lips when he noticed his mother language that had slipped through his lips.“You’re so beautiful,” Viktor muttered. Your legs had started to shake, your posture collapsing into his lap as an orgasm tampered with your rhythm.
“Viktor—," you said in a strained voice that meant to be a scream. A ripple of pure bliss enveloped you, walls tightening around his length as you came, Viktor’s teeth grazing your collarbone with lovely, yet rough kisses.
Your core pulsed, inviting, and lewd, squelchy sounds echoed through the empty coast, almost muffled by the growing force of the ocean now that the moon had started peeking between some clouds as the only witness, sending silver hues over the outlines of your bodies.
Viktor kissed your shoulder, buckling his hips against yours once he could move inside you, the gentleness of his lips contrasting with the merciless encounters of his cock against the swelled walls of your pussy.
Taking the back of the chair, you helped him to continue such a torturous pace.
Your gentle coos had become screams and curses that only made him more aroused. Feeling himself close, Viktor started playing with your nipples the way you enjoyed it, teeth barely brushing and tongue swirling, golden gaze burned into your eyes, a mischievous shimmer in them.
His free hand went from grabbing your hips to pampering your clit with his masterful circles, matching the contrary tempo of his thrusts, when his tip was the only part of him inside of you.
You screamed with no further notice, thighs shivering against his waist.
Viktor grunted, taking in your mouth when he cum, painting your rosy walls white. He nestled deep inside of you with each throb of his cock, welcoming your pulses hugging him greedily, wanting to milk his essence dry.
“Viktor?” you said, voice hoarse when you plopped on his chest. He merely hummed, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins against the placid seascape at night. “I love you.”
He turned, brushing the rebel locks of hair that had glued to your forehead. “I love you, too, my little bunny. More than anything.”
You smiled. “Stop calling me that.”
Viktor shook his head, a smartass smile curving his lips swollen from your kisses. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to, my love. You’re just as eager.”
“Hmm. Only me?”
He chuckled, his lips meeting yours again in a softer gesture filled with as much love as there was water in the sea in front of you. The moon was glowing, framing you like a goddess that had graced him with your love; the sand felt still warm against his feet. He couldn’t deny that this moment was perfect.
“Let’s stay like this forever, shall we?” he whispered, still burrowed inside of you, his cum dripping from out of you into your thighs and his. “Just you and me, on this beach, in this moment.”
You smiled, kissing his neck. “Our little eternity.”
Viktor nuzzled his nose against your neck, taking in the musky essence of your skin after having sex, mixed with his. “Our little eternity.” One he was looking forward to replicating back in the city.
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something i didn't know | modern au | part one
Pairing: Dark!Perv!TA! Viktor x Fem!Reader (NSFWish)
Series Synopsis: Jayce’s roommate has a reputation as the coldest person in Piltover’s University, but there's a side of him that people just don't know.
Chapter Summary: Jayce seems to struggle for the first time in becoming friends with someone: his roommate Viktor. Getting drunk and dragging you with him may or may not have been a good idea.
Warnings: perv!viktor, dub-con touching (she isn't opposed to it & is also tipsy), cussing(?, alcohol consumption, dom & sub undertones, lazy ah ending
Word Count: 2.1K
Jayce’s frustrated footsteps echoed across your living room while you munched on a blueberry muffin. You had gone over this maybe a thousand times but he still seemed to not be over the situation.
“I swear to god, I don't get why he doesn't like me” You leaned back on the sofa as you watched him pace angrily. “I mean who wouldn't accept this gift?” The fresh batch of muffins he had baked earlier sat on your coffee table looking as miserable as Jayce right now.
Ever since your friend had joined the University’s dorms he had been facing the biggest of problems: his roommate Viktor. Despite all of Jayce’s attempts to befriend the guy, everything he planned seemed to backfire. Today’s failed attempt had been the muffins.
“Why didn't he accept them?” You asked while watching Jayce unceremoniously sit on the floor.
“He said we wouldn't eat all of them and that they would go to waste.” He sighed. “Normally people love talking to me, it's so weird to have him reject me like that.”
“Well, maybe you should focus on something else. Don't get so worked up about it, you have many other friends here”
In all honesty, everyone in Piltover University’s literature department knew about Viktor. He was the assigned teacher’s assistant for Heimerdinger’s class and he stuck out like a sore thumb: while everyone had different personalities and ways to approach someone, Viktor was just cold as fuck.
His stance made him look rough in front of everyone and his voice was as sharp as his cheekbones, cutting through the air mercilessly.
No one dared to cross the Czech guy and no one tried to approach him if it wasn't strictly for class purposes.
The level of interaction you held with Viktor was little to none; you were in Heimerdinger’s class but never talked and rarely asked for any advice. Your interactions with him were very rare but you frequently saw him a couple of times at your favorite coffee shop, the school’s library, and near the fountain in front of the dorm rooms, but that seemed to change since you now saw him a lot more often now that he became Jayce’s roommate.
Ever since you had met Jayce, it had become a common occurrence for you guys to crash into each other's homes to cook something (mostly pastries); it was a fun tradition and provided you guys with something to do while you engaged in entertaining conversations.
Now that you were in college, the tradition didn't die, and twice each week you would meet up in each other's dorms to keep up with the fun, which were the times you happened to see Viktor.
What you didn't know, however, was that Viktor would very rarely come out of his room, leaving Jayce little to no chances of socializing with his roommate.
The only times he would leave his room were when you came over to cook with Jayce; he would sit down to read his book in the living room while you guys chattered away, and then he would coldly turn Jayce down when he asked if he wanted to join you guys. It was like the golden-eyed menace did it on purpose to show the Talis boy that he would be always so close and so far from him.
Now, you were back in your dorm so Jayce could whine and complain some more about his unapproachable roommate. The complete and utter rejection had made his mood come plummeting down, and as a consequence, you sat in your living room watching him eat the muffins himself while waiting for Caitlin to come back from her date.
“If I can't make everyone my friend, how can I be like Bill Gates or Steve Jobs? How can I get everyone to like me?” He huffed a sigh of annoyance as he laid down on your carpet.
“Just hang on for a while, I'm sure he's just shy… It might take a while for him to open up.”
“Yeah... Sure” Jayce muttered sassily. He stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before he sat up. “You know what? I have the one and only solution to this problem” You frowned in confusion and asked him what he was thinking, to which he just grinned widely and reached into Caitlin’s forbidden cabinet. “We are going to get absolutely shitfaced!”
“No, no. Hell-fucking-no.” You shook your head as you watched him pour Vodka inside Cait’s ‘#1 Criminologist’ mug. “You- You can't do that, it's a Wednesday night, we have class tomorrow!”
“Um, yeah, I know” He chuckled while taking a big sip from his mug and pouring you a cup. “It's just a little bit, you won't get drunk or anything, just giggly.”
You hesitantly accepted the cup he had given you and sipped slowly on the liquid, pouring some of the contents on a plant nearby. Soon enough, it seemed as if Jayce had forgotten all his problems. He had danced around and posted Instagram stories that he would soon regret before he single-handedly decided to play a drinking game while watching mean girls, ignoring how you had nearly fallen asleep on the floor. The only thing that pulled you out of your trance was the sound of the door opening as it revealed Caitlin’s grinning form, though her smile didn't last long, dropping as soon as she saw yours and Jayce’s bodies sprawled on the floor next to an empty bottle, him quizzically watching Regina George scribbling in her burn book.
“Really, Jayce? It's a Wednesday night” both her hands rested on her waist as she watched the Talis boy try to get up without stumbling. You, on the other hand, were a lot more sober, and managed to give him a hand while pausing the movie. Caitlin turned to you, sighing “Tomorrow I would love to get an explanation, but I'm really tired and want to go to bed.”
You nodded and offered her a hug before she made a beeline to her room, closing the door behind her. You helped Jayce sit on the sofa before cleaning the mess of muffins and mugs on the floor. Thankfully it wasn't bad and it was fast to clean; you really were thankful you were just tipsy as opposed to Jayce, who was totally and utterly fucked up.
“You know, if we were all animals, my name would be orange” Jayce’s words had stopped making any sense a while ago, so you chose to ignore him as you helped him up in order to take him to his dorm. The whole journey through the dark hallway consisted of treating him like a champ every time he managed to put one foot in front of the other without tripping on his own legs.
It felt as if years had passed when you made it to his door, and only then did you notice how late it was. You cringed at the thought of ringing the doorbell since you really didn't wish to wake Viktor up; only god knew how he would react to this kind of situation, and you were terribly embarrassed to have him see you in this condition, but you had no other choice.
You rang once and then twice, but there had been no answer, so when Jayce, in his drunken state, chose to knock loudly, you panicked and pulled his hand away from it, which proved to be the wrong move when he then resorted to screaming Viktor’s name.
“Jayce, no! Shut up!” You whined, putting your hands over his mouth to make him quiet down when the door opened all of a sudden to reveal an angry-looking Viktor, leaning on his cane with a cup of coffee in his hand. Just as you were about to say something, Jayce stumbled inside the apartment and pushed you off of him, making you trip on Viktor’s figure.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt two hands grab onto your arms and prevent you from falling, but as soon as they reached you, a warm caffeinated liquid spilled all over your body. You hissed as you felt the hot beverage burn your skin lightly but paid it no mind as you saw Viktor stumble onto the wall for support since his cane had fallen on the ground.
“Oh I'm sorry” You muttered, reaching for his cane and his mug, that thankfully had not broken thanks to the carpeted floor.
“No need to apologize.” He muttered, his gaze traveling from you to Jayce’s figure lying limp on the floor and rolling his eyes as he closed the door behind you with a sigh. “It is disappointing to say that this isn't the first time this happens.”
You nodded agreeing with him as you dozed off, fisting at your shirt to lessen the pain of the burn. Viktor’s eyes roamed all over your figure noticing your slightly drunken state before moving towards Jayce and pulling him up with one arm.
You followed him as you grabbed the rest of his roommate’s body and helped put him down on the sofa, where he giggled slightly before dozing off.
“I'm really sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen.” You said. “We were only supposed to wait for my roommate, not... Whatever this is” You put your hand on your forehead as you sighed tiredly, feeling a headache prodding at your head.
Viktor shook his head as he stared coldly at his roommate, silently cursing his irresponsible nature. The Talis guy had been utterly annoying ever since he moved in; a total pain in the ass. Viktor could dare say the only positive aspect of having to room with him was that he got to see you more often.
“Come here.” He said as he signaled you to follow him. You frowned as you got up, following him into his room. The lights were dimly turned on and his desk was full of papers he seemed to have been grading. He headed straight to his dresser, fiddling around the drawer until he pulled out a white T-Shirt. He turned around and looked straight into your eyes as he signaled to his bed. “Sit”
You hurried to do as he said, your eyes roaming all over the room while he disappeared into his bathroom: the place was neat, the only messy spot being his desk, as opposed to your own room. His coat was perched neatly on his chair, reminding you of how mysterious he looked while he was out and about off-campus. It was very good-looking, and you wondered how the expensive material would look on you. Before you could conjure up any crazy thoughts, the sound of his footsteps brought you back to reality as you saw him approaching you with a wet towel.
He sat next to you on the bed and only then did you realize the stickiness of the coffee that had stuck to your skin. You were still a little dazed so you didn't protest when you felt Viktor’s fingers slip under your shirt and pull it off. When you made eye contact with him you wondered how you had never swam on those honey-eyed pools, and came to realize that his cold attire became less scary from up close.
However, the second you felt Viktor’s towel touch your chest you became aware of your state of undress. You tried to squirm away from him, hoping to cover yourself up, but he put a hand on your thigh, preventing you from doing so. Your mind focused on Viktor’s eyes as you felt the cold towel roaming all over your upper body, giving special attention to your chest.
“Viktor-” You whined as you felt his hand dip with the towel inside the valley between your breasts. Only then you noticed how close you actually were to Viktor; his breath mixed with yours and your eyes clashed with his. The moment both your noses touched you felt his hand graze all the way from your shoulder to end up snapping the waistband of your shorts against your skin, making him smirk at your reaction before pulling away.
You were no longer dazed when he put the towel down and reached for his T-Shirt, shamelessly eyeing your breasts. You reached your hand out for him to hand it to you, but he tutted pulling it out of your reach. “Let me help you, můj miláček”. You frowned but obliged, allowing him to do as he pleased. After putting both your arms through the holes in the shirt, he caressed your hair before standing up and offering you his hand.
He then proceeded to walk you to your apartment.
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i will never love another man as much as i love viktor from arcane, he has corrupted me mind, body & soul and i will adore him until the end of time,, the things id let him do to me, i want to be his little subject for all his experiments
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since i'm currently busy and still working on a new post, it's a great time to promote my fics!
— Pretty Savage, in which a fight against Scaramouche suddenly turns sexual. 18+, fem!reader, warning for violence and for Scaramouche being a sadistic jerk.
— Birthday Wish, in which Ranpo wants you to wear a maid dress for his birthday. 18+, fem!reader, praise kink, dominant Ranpo.
— Heavenly Principles, in which Fyodor fucks you in public after you let Nikolai choose your Halloween costume. 18+, fem!reader, Fyodor is a jerk and Nikolai watches you fuck, some humiliation
— Lovely, Lovely, in which Viktor feels insecure and you show him just how much you love him. 18+, fem!reader, body worship, pretty fluffy.
— Warm Wisps, in which Viktor forgets about Valentine's Day and makes it up to you through fucking you in a library. Little do you know, however, that you're not as alone as you had thought. 18+, fem!reader, semi public sex
— (almost) like a prayer, in which priest!Jayce fucks a succubus reader in a church and makes her atone for her sins. 18+, fem!reader, religious imagery, breeding, size difference
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Something to Tinker With ; part one
Pairing: Viktor x Fem!Reader (SFW)
Series Synopsis: The day you returned to Piltover with Ekko’s damaged hoverboard, you didn't expect to cross paths with a certain scientist who, unbeknownst to you, had his eyes on you since day one.
Important Context:
There will be eventual NSFW.
The story takes place a couple of months after Act One. Jinx would still be 11 and Hextech wouldnt yet be developed to its full capacity.
Warnings: pining, awkward situation, reader has a strained relationship w/ her dad, jayce being a doofus
Word Count: 2.3k
The pitter-patter of the rain made you more anxious about the time. Professor Heimerdinger was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, and you were starting to worry about his whereabouts.
Today had been a long day, with visiting Ekko and passing by an ugly incident between the enforcers and a couple of drunk men just as you were leaving the Undercity.
You emerged into Piltover with a smashed hoverboard in hand and a promise of finding someone to fix it as you headed for Heimerdinger’s office like you did every Thursday at five.
But now it was 5:32, the clock was ticking, and there was still no sign of the professor. You had nearly fallen on your face while sprinting all the way to his office due to your new shoes and their stupid shoelaces that didn't seem to understand that a knot was meant to remain tied; all this for nothing since he was not here, and, had you know this, you would have taken your sweet time while enjoying the view of the academy grounds.
Posted footsteps echoed behind the door, and a well-known high-pitched voice emerged from the hallway, seemingly in a vivid conversation. The door flew open and in walked the professor, who happened to be accompanied by who you thought must have been a student.
“Yes, my boy, this is a great opportunity to expand your areas of knowledge” The door closed behind them, and only then you noticed the cane that was supporting the guy’s body. “Here I hold many inventions and I would be happy to give you a challenge. What type of machine would you be interested in?”
Viktor was about to answer him when he noticed they were not the only ones in the room. Heimerdinger raised a confused brow at the lack of an answer and turned around, meeting your gaze. His face morphed from confusion to surprise and realization.
“Miss Y/N! I apologize greatly, I seemed to have gotten carried away with Viktor here.”
Blood rushed to your cheeks as you shook your head in embarrassment.
“Don't worry about it, professor.” Your eyes met the young man who shied away from your stare, leaning on his cane uncomfortably. “Time flies here in your office.”
Heimerdinger turned towards Viktor, whose expression was hard to read, or at least to you since the professor chuckled as he looked between both of you with a knowing look.
“Viktor I would like to present you to Miss Y/N. She studies in the literature department of the school” You waved at him shyly and he returned the gesture. “Y/N was born in the Undercity just like you; she is my informant and one of the brightest minds in the academy, I'm sure you guys would enjoy each other’s company.”
Your gaze shifted toward your feet, unused to the praise you were receiving at the moment. Your hands squeezed what was left of Ekko’s hoverboard as Viktor’s stare pierced your soul.
“Viktor is here in search of a device to tinker with” The professor explained “He’s a great inventor and is working along with Mr. Talis on a personal project that I believe will change the world.”
Your eyes brightened in recognition having known Jayce from a project not so long ago. You shifted your gaze towards Viktor once again, though he seemed more interested in the device you were holding in your lap; it was hard to ignore it due to its design and it being nearly the size of a small shelf.
You spoke before he could even ask.
“It's a prototype of a hoverboard. The kid I babysit crashed it and I promised to get it fixed” You smiled at the memory of little Ekko’s anger towards himself for letting it get broken; he had been building it with one of his friends for so long and this was the first one that actually worked but, just like that, in a couple of minutes, it was gone. “Is this something you would be interested in tinkering with?”
Viktor made his way towards you, muttering a quiet ‘May I hold it?’ and you realized it was the first time you had heard him talk. His accent was rich and alluring, and you longed to be able to listen to it again.
You nodded, shifting in your seat as he crouched slightly. A weight was lifted from your thighs as Viktor clumsily sat next to you on the small couch, grabbing Ekko’s invention. His eyes assessed it meticulously; the object glowed in a bright green and you learned the bad way that if you touched it in the wrong places, the electricity would zap you.
“How exactly did this kid crash it?” He held it up against the light coming from the window. A small piece shattered due to the movements, and the remaining objects fell on his lap, along with a big golden screw that caught his attention. “It looks new, but I believe it must have been quite the accident for it to end up this way.”
You chuckled under your breath explaining that it was indeed, quite the crash. Viktor shifted in his seat, making the screw roll towards his inner thigh, about to fall between his legs. You watched as if it was in slow motion, and before you could think about how inappropriate this action might seem, your hand landed on his crotch, holding the screw.
Before he could even process the movement, you held the object towards him, looking anywhere but his face. He grabbed it hesitantly, eyes wide, but after a few seconds he seemed to register the touch and his cheeks were covered in a cloud of pink dust. Your eyes finally landed on Professor Heimerdinger, terrified of the prospect of him having seen the awkward interaction. Still, relief filled your body when you turned and he seemed more preoccupied with chuckling at his Poro, who had managed to fall face-first on a stack of papers waiting to get graded.
An overwhelming feeling hit you right in the chest, clawing at your throat and begging you to please leave the embarrassing situation.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Viktor.” Heimerdinger looked up to see you were already standing up, flattening the wrinkles on your skirt “I'm very sorry, Professor, but I have to leave soon if I don't want to be late for work; today we had the inauguration of a new drink and I believe the café is hectic according to my boss”
“Oh yes, Miss Y/N, duty calls.” The Yordle smiled understandingly “Perhaps tomorrow I might stop by to discuss some trivial matters. I would also like to try that Pumpkin drink you've been offering since last week.”
You chuckled nervously as you headed towards the door, not without petting the small Poro that hovered around your feet. You had always thought he was a risk of tripping but never said anything for Heimerdinger’s sake.
You spared a glance towards Viktor, who was still sitting on the couch, the hoverboard no longer resting in his hands, but on his lap, and the golden screw being flicked between his nimble fingers. “I hope you find enough of a challenge with this… Invention, Viktor”
His lips quirked in a lopsided smile. “I'm sure I will, Miss Y/N.”
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“I mean- Everything would be okay if Bonnard had the balls to apologize to Fi. She would have forgiven him! But he just had to be a hissy-pissy man.” Koa, bless his soul, had been droning on and on about the fighting match that his neighbors next door had been having the night before.
Ever since you had met him, you reveled in his ability to talk shit while making the most intricate drinks in the house with no mistakes.
You had tried that once; talking while making a Cocado-Crisp Frappuccino, and it ended up with two failed attempts and an angry customer.
You put your apron on and looked around to see the café twice as full as you had expected; your manager, Sao, had told you that it had been this way since morning and that they had to order an emergency delivery since they had been running out of product.
You knew for a fact that this place had always been one to be hectic; you had many regulars who came daily for their fill, along with the classic coffee addicts that stopped by and ended up staying the whole day; having a twenty-four-hour library café was a dream place for students in the Academy, and it just happened to be stationed right in the campus.
Today, though, there was a monumental amount of people coming in and out; the line was so big that if you looked at the establishment from the outside, you would be able to see people on the sidewalk waiting for their turn.
“But anyway, what can you expect from a guy who is only living off of daddy’s money.” Koa rolled his eyes as he scribbled a name on the cup before turning to you. “So, how’d it go in the Undercity? Did you run into your dad’s new kid?”
You glared playfully at the redhead “You know I don't go near that part of town.” you cut a piece of cake and placed it on the microwave “In all honesty, I don't even know what the girl looks like. The only thing I heard is that she drives him crazy.”
“You know, he might be looking to replace you with her.” Viper’s voice startled both of you, causing you to let out a small shriek.
“You know it might be true though” Koa agreed, handing you an order for a Mocha. “He went crazy looking for you and now, all of a sudden, he adopted a weird little girl he found on the streets. It adds up; he loses a kid and replaces it with another.”
“Okay, now you are making it sound like children are some sort of toy.”
“Wait that's not what I meant!” He complained “I'm just saying; she might be his way of coping after losing you”
You blinked a couple of times, assessing the information, and then moved on.
“You guys might be on to something, not gonna lie” You poured the drink on a cup and put it over the counter next to a Cafe Au Lait, though before you were able to go back, you noticed that the cake you had heated up was still there, waiting to get picked up. “Koa, who ordered the lemon cake?”
He frowned as he looked through the names written down on the long list of orders. “Talis. It was actually ordered to go with the Au Lait and the Mocha”
“Oh that must be Jayce then,” You said. You grabbed a small box meant for the pastries and put the cake inside and placed both coffees in a cardboard cup holder “Lemon cake, Cafe Au Lait, and Mocha to go for Jayce Talis.”
You rang the bell as you placed the order on the counter once again. Soon, a tall guy emerged from the sea of people holding his receipt up high. He nearly tripped on the way to the counter but he managed to get there in one piece.
“Oh hi Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here.” His eyes lit up before receiving his food “This place is amazing, what are you guys celebrating?”
Jayce was one of the brightest students in the academy, you were sure of it, but one thing you knew for sure after working alongside him on a Literature project, was that he hardly paid attention to his surroundings.
“Well, it's a new drink that the owners have launched” you explained “It's actually not a big deal, just boba, but with all the advertising people must have thought it was a new technological advance of some sort.”
“I wish drinks were part of technology; that way I would be good at them” He took a sip of his Mocha “Damn, I think this is the best Mocha I've ever had.”
“I'm grateful you feel that way; I made it myself” Viper handed you a coffee and you placed it on the counter for it to get picked up. “You don't strike me as a type to get a Cafe Au Lait, who is the lucky girl?”
Jayce seemed to choke on his drink, a deep laugh vibrating through his entire body. “It's actually for my lab partner, his name is Viktor. He's working on fixing some sort of device he brought into the lab. He has been very protective over it; I've barely even seen it and I'm not even allowed to touch it.”
“It's a hoverboard, actually” The boy stared at you in utter confusion. You would have laughed, but your professionalism kept your calm demeanor. “I met Viktor today; Heimerdinger introduced us. Long story short, he wanted something to tinker with and I gave him the hoverboard so he could fix it. He said he wanted a challenge and the thingy seemed interesting enough.”
“OH” Jayce’s eyes were blown wide and his jaw fell open dramatically. “You-” He looked in your direction as if he recognized you from somewhere but didn't know exactly where. You gave him a few seconds to pull himself together and watched him struggle to get the words out when the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together in his brain. “Well- It's getting late and these drinks won't be warm if I don't hurry. Bye Y/N, have a good day, and a good life. Bye, goodnight! Bye, see you later, goodbye.”
You watched him struggle to leave the place as fast as the sea of people allowed him to do so, before looking back at you from the door, waving goodbye, and scurrying past a young couple.
An old lady stepped forward grabbing the coffee you had placed on the counter. “That sure was an odd little fella,” she said, before putting her receipt in your hand and waddling away.
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On Inebriation
Pairing: Viktor x gn!reader
Genres: fluff, established relationship, besties!Jayce and Mel, tipsy Vik, cocky bastards, mild jealousy, nothing toxic, spicy behavior implied, Vik being confident AF and yet still so clueless
Summary: Viktor goes for a drink, gets hit on, doesn't quite realize it, needs it spelled out for him, then smugly relishes in this new finding. He's lucky he's cute and you're patient.
Word Count: ~2k
A/N: Trashy run-on sentence in summary is intentional. Cross-posted to AO3. Nothing too serious, just a lil drabble for some seretonin (because the show is sad enough as is)!
It's one thing to be hitting on the love of your life for fun. It's another thing entirely to watch him get hit on by someone else, who happens to not be you, nor his labmate trying to egg him on.
You could be frustrated about it, sure, but it sounds uninteresting considering Viktor’s deep sense of loyalty. He’s also a whole throng of charity gala-goers away from you, and like hell are you going to fight your way through a crowd of rich people just to see what’s happening. Perhaps he’d like the possessive display, perhaps he wouldn’t – either way, it probably wasn’t worth the effort. You quell your mild jealousy, internally congratulating yourself on letting your rational mind win.
It wasn’t that your relationship was secret, but rather that it was private. Various lab researchers knew about it, as did your network of friends, but Viktor had carefully orchestrated his media image as the less-famous ‘father of progress’ to make sure that you weren’t the stuff of tabloids. That worked out well; you’d heard enough from Jayce and Mel to know that a life of publicity was certainly not worth the glamor.
Instead, you sip at your champagne at this corner of the banquet hall, elbow resting on the bar counter. You’re dressed to the nines, like everyone else here, and thankfully most other guests are too busy being schmoozed by Heimerdinger to pay a normal member of the Academy’s teaching staff any mind.
Most. Not all.
Someone with a deep voice clears their throat behind you. Whoever they are, they’re startlingly close, and thus the semi-cough must have been meant for you. Before you can fully turn around to survey your interloper, a light, self-assured snicker sounds nearby the source of the first noise, and it becomes immediately clear who’s just sidled up to you.
“Jayce,” you nod, turning your head ever so slightly in the direction you think he’s standing in but without lifting your eyes. “Mel.”
“How did you know?” Mel appears before you, grinning. She’s radiant, as always–sparkling as effusively as the golden liquid in your flute.
“The next time Jayce tries to sneak up on me from behind with a cough,” you smile, leaning into her as she wraps an arm around your shoulders in greeting. “... Don’t laugh immediately after.”
Jayce grins, stepping around you to pluck two drinks from the bar. “So it was you, Mel! You gave it away.”
“Fine,” she raises her hands in defeat before Jayce presses a glass into her hand. You all take a sip, eyes scanning the room absently. Then you watch as they huddle together, immersed in their love and their own little world. It's cute; Jayce follows behind Mel in puppylike adoration, and Mel helps bolster him into the man he's meant to be.
“Why are you two here, anyway?” It’s a good question; they’re usually the ones trying to curry more favors and inspire more donations, and Mel in particular is damn good at it. For them, it’s a busy evening of hand-shaking and belly-laughter, all in the name of Piltovan prosperity. For you, it’s just another party you’ve been invited to.
Jayce rolls his eyes first, sagging somewhat into Mel’s side. “Needed a break. It may be part of our jobs, but it’s not nearly as fun as it could be.”
“That,” Mel begins. A slight smile tugs at her lips. “That, and it seems that Viktor is faring quite well in that regard this evening.” She raises her eyebrows and tilts her head in his direction, drawing Jayce’ gaze.
“Is that–”
“Yes,” Mel laughs, clinking her glass with yours. “One of Piltover’s youngest debutantes, sole heir to the mining colonies’ fortune? That’s her.” Mel gives you a questioning look. “You’re not bothered by that?”
You shrug, finishing the last of your drink. “Should I be? I’ve got no reason to question Viktor, and it’s not her fault she doesn’t know about us.”
Both of your friends raise their eyebrows before glancing at each other. “We just passed by him ten minutes or so ago,” Jayce says. “He seemed to be hovering near the bar a little more than usual, and it looked like he was already three to four drinks deep.”
Now that was worth your attention. Viktor’s tolerance for ethanol was fairly remarkable for someone as slight as him, but you knew that the gala’s bartenders served particularly strong drinks for the purpose of opening wallets. If he was four drinks in ten minutes ago, Viktor could be anywhere near five to eight by now.
“Should we save him?” You ask, but your question falls into the void as Jayce and Mel are whisked away by other Councilfolk. Placing your empty glass back on the counter, you lift yourself onto the tips of your toes to get a better look at the events on the other side. Viktor’s body language seems tense, and the mining heiress doesn’t quite seem to pick up on it. You sigh, allowing yourself a chuckle, before you place a cocktail into your palm and begin to weave across the floor.
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Viktor’s face lights up when he sees you, and it’s only when he sways while giving you a small wave that you realize he’s quite happily drunk. He gestures for you to join him, and he quickly introduces you to the mining heiress.
She takes one look at the way Viktor presses himself into your side and does the math; looking mortified, she disappears quickly with what sounds to be the beginnings of a sob.
“What was that?” Viktor asks, snuggling into you a bit more than he typically would in a very public setting like this. To anyone else not trying to attract his attention, his gestures would merely appear to be affectionate touch between friends. But for him, this is loud and obvious; this is far from the perfectly-reserved, prim-and-proper posturing you usually see from him in public. His hand, still gently resting at your back, rubs small circles into you (which you must admit you rather enjoy).
You play innocent. “Whatever do you mean?”
“The girl,” he hiccups. “She was talking to me so intently, asking so many questions about my work and my life, and suddenly she ran off.” Not that he minded; he had been so bewildered by the barrage of questions that he couldn’t fend off with a polite smile that he’d turned to the bottle for a social lubricant. The alcohol hadn’t helped much, as he was just as confused by the attention as he had been four drinks ago, but in the least he was slightly (slightly!) more relaxed. Though now, with you by his side, he thinks that’s more of the effect that you have on him than the alcohol. “I was just about to tell her about my latest proposal; I’ve hypothesized that productivity in the mining colonies could be improved by nearly 45% with far better working conditions if I perform a few tweaks in the equipment–”
He looks so disappointed at being cut off before he could share his plans that you can’t help but laugh.
“Love,” you say gently, plucking his mostly-ice drink from his hands and placing it on a passing steward’s tray. “She was hitting on you. With romantic interest.”
Viktor’s eyes are impossibly large as he stares at you; in part because he’s trying valiantly to focus on his surroundings, and in part because your suggestion is preposterous.
You hum, nodding firmly to verify that you meant what you said. It’s Viktor’s turn to chuckle, his laughter coming out in staccato beats as his body tries to process his liquor.
“No. Certainly not. I have you!” He pulls you in closer to him, just by the soft push of his fingers against your back, just for a few millimeters. Nothing externally noticeable by anyone else but you.
“That you do,” you tell him. “But she didn’t know that.”
For once in his life, Viktor looks puzzled, but you expect that it’s the minor slowdown in mental processing power that he’s experiencing.
He blinks. When he opens his eyes again, the confusion is gone, replaced instead by a devilish, smug gaze. “Is that why you came over here? Jealousy?”
You scoff, pushing at his chest in mock offense. “I wasn’t jealous,” you start. It’s mostly true; you were only mildly off-put by the heiress’ attention. “But it looked like you needed saving from yourself.” You gesture your chin towards the various empty glasses that have yet to be cleared up from the nearby cocktail table he’d been standing at.
“Come now,” he almost drawls. His voice falls dangerously low–you know exactly what that tone is about. You only ever hear it in the privacy of your bedroom (or in the lab, in the dark of the night, when there’s nobody else around). “Not even a little bit?”
You eye him carefully, wondering who possessed your sweet Viktor in the middle of a gala (and nowhere near midnight, no less). You elect to say nothing, but amusement dances in your eyes.
“Hmm?” Viktor crowds in closer, stepping into you a few more millimeters and drawing himself to his full height. His hand moves from your back to trace down your arm; you shiver from the uncharacteristically loud intimacy of it all while hoping none of the other patrons happen to be looking in your direction.
“Not even a little bit,” you declare, and it’s only the tiniest hint of a lie. A cheeky smile finally tugging at your lips, you reach up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Then you’re gone, leaving behind the slightest trace of your fragrance and a receding warmth at his fingertips. Viktor swallows thickly, blinking back his arousal before straightening his tie. You can leave the gala whenever you want; he has to stay until the majority of donors are gone. Your departure sharpens his senses as he decides the rest of the evening must pass by much more quickly if he wants to hurry home to you. He contemplates leaving Jayce to handle the rest of the event, only thinking against it when he spots Jayce forcing out a fake laugh in front of some of the usual Academy sponsors.
He exhales and presses down his waistcoat. Energized by his new mission to secure funding quickly so that the gala ends faster, he strides off into the crowds he otherwise hates, and begins rattling off his new research plans.
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At home, he later finds you reading in the living room by the soft light of one lamp. When you hear him come in, you look up with a smile. Viktor returns the gesture, draping his jacket over the other end of the sofa before leaning over you and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Welcome back,” you murmur, eyes back on the pages of your book as you flip a page. “How did the rest of it go?”
“It went… efficiently,” he says.
Something in his voice makes you look up again. You glance at him, then you glance outside to see the illuminated tower clock in the distance. It’s not even ten-thirty and he’s already back from the gala? That’s certainly odd; while Viktor has tried to sneak out early in the past, he’d already been reprimanded by both Heimerdinger and Jayce for failing to carry out these tertiary scholarly duties and had never been home from a charity event before midnight ever since.
“I’ll say…” Your words come out slow and tentative as you bookmark your page and set the book aside. You eye Viktor warily, but he merely gives you what seems to be an innocent grin.
“You’re not excited to have me back? I thought you’d have been more… enthusiastic.”
You blink up at him, remembering that you’ve already changed into your usual loungewear. It’s then that you take stock of him. He seems brighter today, which is quite odd especially after such a draining event like a gala. He stands straighter, taller, and as self-assured as when he’s on the cusp of scientific discovery.
“I’m always delighted to have you back,” you reply. “I’m just surprised that the gala ended so soon. Are you sure you didn’t sneak out?”
“Quite sure.” He strides around the couch and rests his cane against it before extending a hand to you. You take it, getting up, though you’re still puzzled by his behavior. Not that you mind it; it’s wildly attractive, but you do wonder what’s gotten into him. But then his hands are in your hair and his lips on yours, drinking hungrily, and you’re putty in his embrace.
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Later, as you try to catch your breath from Viktor’s unexpected oral attention, he pulls you tightly into his arms and presses a kiss against your ear.
“You most certainly were slightly jealous,” he murmurs. “But I quite enjoyed it.”
“You didn’t even realize she was hitting on you until I told you!”
Viktor doesn’t reply to your objection; he only smirks and pulls you in tighter. “That may be,” he laughs into the skin of your neck. “But I don’t hear you complaining about that.”
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5 Piece Puzzle // Vir-June-ity Collab 2022
Yes I am aware it’s not June anymore, but @heraldeez , @dicax-asina , @thedreamlessnights , and I wrote it in June so kick rocks. This collab is about, and you may have guess this, Virginity! Specifically Jayce and Viktor losing theirs- SO LETS GO.
Viktor/Fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit // 2.6K // Reader is AFAB , Basically both V and R lose their virginities , Childhood friends to lovers
You’re confident in your ability to figure out Viktor’s inner workings- but what has he been hiding from you?
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Viktor is like a puzzle.
Well, multiple puzzles, and once you finish one of them, you move onto the next one, and the next one, and the next one. You can step back occasionally, admiring the one’s you’ve solved that all seem to form the person you are constantly trying to understand, looking at the ways in which the jigged pieces contain so much of Viktor.
You took pride in the ones you had solved already — Viktor wasn’t simple in any way shape or form, and you took on the task of putting them together the moment your eyes met his — a violent clash of amber, so bright they were practically glowing.
You had moved up in the world at a young age — your parents had been able to scrape together enough money to send you to live with a relative in the Enstresols of the Undercity. Not ideal, no, but compared to the Sumps, it was much better. The only public school system in the entirety of the Undercity was located in the Entresols, and while it was threadbare, it was better than nothing. Most parents chose to pull their kids from the system as soon as they turned ten, the age when kids were allowed to start working. There were only a few children left in your class after that, so it was difficult not to notice Viktor.
Almost immediately the puzzle pieces were laid out in front of you- fingers ghosting over the pieces as you thought to why the boy looked at you with such wide, hopeful eyes, but never took the initiative to talk to you. Mentally laying out the corners, you worked your way inward, slotting the pieces together one by one. His grandmother came to pick him up, never a mother or father. The other kids would whisper about him; about his stature, about his stutter, about his cane. He was smarter than them too, and they knew it. It scared them. And when your teacher would release you for lunch right before summer let out, just when it started getting hot, instead of joining you at the water hole, he would gaze longingly before residing himself to the sand. And you fit the last piece in place. He was socially awkward, traumatized after having been rejected for who he was. He didn’t know if you would be the same. Sneering at him if he asked to play with you.
“What are you working on?” You asked softly. Viktor startled, small hands fumbling with the screwdriver he was using to piece together the frame of the boat before it finally fell in the sand. “Oh I’m sorry!” Hurrying to pick it up, you kneel down next to him, placing it back in his hands, “I didn’t mean to scare you. It looks like a boat, are you gonna give it a motor?”
As you drew the parasol your aunt had given you to block the sun from Viktor, you caught the tremble in his hands as he held the metal out to you, “...Yes, I am.”
The next puzzle was easier, his favorite food- then his favorite color, the way he positioned his pencil when writing, the list went on.
You pieced everything together day by day, month by month, year by year, and when you finished one you mentally glued it all together and hung it on the wall in your mind's eye. A gallery of Viktor’s mannerisms, as creepy as it made you feel. But it felt good knowing that you knew him better than anyone else, and that he knew you on that same level. Your fingers clicking together like puzzle pieces as you braved your youth and shaped into young adults.
And then one year, right after your 18th birthday, you started a new puzzle.
Viktor seemed hesitant to engage all of a sudden. Voice stuttering in a way that reminded you of your school days. Hands erratic as they tried to keep busy in your presence. He was… flighty. It was unusual for him, he’d shed that attitude towards you long ago. You wondered if you had done something wrong, until one day, after coming over and being turned away at Viktor’s bedroom door, his grandmother shoved an envelope into your hands.
“I love him,” she said, voice weathered from smoke, “but the boy can’t figure out a gods-damned thing when it comes to his emotions, clip him ‘round the ear for me, ‘m too old for this shit and ‘ve got errands to run.” Ever the charmer.
And when you slid the envelope under the crack in his door, Viktor knew that you knew.
He had been accepted into the Academy.
So he let you in.
“I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you,” he said, timid, shoulders hunched, and still not looking you in the eyes.
You sighed. “I’m not gonna say I don’t mind, because I do, but I want to know why.”
The pieces weren’t fitting. Viktor yearned for the day he could make something of himself, exploring the world around him, inventing and creating and improving. It was a hot topic amongst you both for the entirety that you’ve known each other. It didn’t make sense-
“I don’t want to leave you.”
Click.
Everything fell together. The ache in his eyes, the longing in his voice, the flounce of his hope. His hands were cold against yours, clammy with his nerves as his lips pursed, hoping to whomever would listen that you would understand the meaning behind his words. How it went so much further beyond his wants. A need- yes, he would call it a need. Something he’s grown to crave was your presence, your smile, your being. How far you had bewitched him, how you had become a part of him, nestling your way under his skin and through his arteries, flowing through his veins.
You drew forward, cupping the hand Viktor used to hold the acceptance letter, pushing it into his chest. “Some letter from the Academy isn’t going to keep me from you, you know that, right?”
He only sighed, bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek. Your thumb rubs small circles just under the bone, tracing the hollow curve down to the corner of his lips. “It’s been years, Viktor. They’d need an army-”
“Can I kiss you?” Viktor’s voice cracks at the end, unused to voicing such desires, a hint of embarrassment caressing the tones. You smile, your thumb traveling further to prod at his bottom lip.
“If it were anyone else I’d appreciate the heads up,” you drawl, leaning in, eyes a half moon of their once wide gaze, “but you know you can take whatever you want from me, don’t you, Viktor?” And you press into him, softly as not to startle a man already so in his head about the whole ordeal, hoping the soft of your lips will take away any thoughts that may be spiraling. He presses against you all the same, eager, awkward, warm and willing.
Click.
A puff of air released from his nose fans against your face, a low hum quickly following as you tilt your head to the side, deepening your hold against him for a fraction of a moment before pulling away entirely. He follows you, lips parted slightly- chasing your touch.
Click.
Viktor's face is red hot, cooking under the weight of your gaze and the blood rushing to his ears. His eyes flicker between yours and your lips, moist with his spit. He swallows, fist clenching at your wrist, still placed daintily on his cheek.
Click.
A wicked smile curls at your lips, fighting the urge to look down and see the strain that you could feel. “Are you hard, Viktor?”
“How could I not be?-” He shifts, growing uncomfortable in his pants, “-when you say such things? Do you expect me to be completely unaffected by your words?”
You had a sneaking suspicion. Not just of the way he crumbled beneath you, but of the fact that- from words alone and a single kiss- he had been brought to this point. Viktor was a virgin. It wasn’t surprising, not if you thought about it for more than a few seconds. He was undeniably handsome, features delicate and intriguing, but you’d known him since your formative years, and he hadn’t had a significant other the entire time you’d been friends. Most people around your age went to brothels to experience their first time- an uncomplicated way to make sure it was the best it could be, but you and Viktor were practically attached to the hip. You’d’ve known, had he gone to one.
A deeper, more primal part of yourself wanted to think that maybe, just maybe, he’d been saving it for you. Besides, it’s not as if you were experienced yourself, who knew having a boy at your side 24/7 was a deterrent for any possible outside relationship? But Viktor was nervous, you could tell by the way his hands traced over your hips, not knowing if he could touch. Gently grabbing at his fingers, you placed them firmly at the swell of your thighs and asked, “Can I touch you?”
“Please.”
His skin, normally cool, was hot to the touch as your fingers dipped under the collar of his shirt, gripping greedily at the material as you dove back in to kiss at his lips. A hunger drove your actions, leaning in to push the man underneath you further onto his bed, his hips unwittingly canting upwards towards your frame.
It was everything you didn’t know you needed, and now that you had it, you weren’t sure if you could ever let it go. Pulling back, you memorized the red of his kiss-bitten lips, the halo of dark hair, and the burning in his eyes. No, you couldn’t ever let this go. The stripping of his shirt was quick, nothing more than a flurry of fabric before you were gripping at his waist and pulling him up so your lips could connect to his collarbone, biting your mark into his skin, branding him for your pleasure. His own fingers, one’s you’d watched for years, crept down your back pulling your own shirt over your head, baring your torso for his eyes.
“You wanna cop a feel?” You giggled, reveling in the way he stared at you.
“I’m going to ignore your choice of words for that sentence.” Viktor griped, hands already roaming across your chest and towards the peaks of your nipples, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen- you know that, don’t you?” The end of the sentence hitched as your fingers traced along the muscle of his abdomen, leath and giving under your touch. Finally allowing yourself to look at the strain in his trousers, you smirked, self assured in the way this man needed you.
Pressing down on the button of his pants, he moaned, the pulling of the fabric providing friction that Viktor desperately needed. “Aren’t you a smooth talker? Makin’ me feel special,” you whispered, nudging your nose against his cheek, “ ‘m gonna take your pants off, okay?”
Turns out you didn’t even really have to ask, Viktor was already fumbling with his zipper, yanking at the belt loops, and pulling down his pants. You laughed whole-heartedly at his enthusiasm, falling on your back to yank the material of your own pants off, throwing them into whatever corner of Viktor’s room. It was only when you were stripping yourself of your underwear did Viktor let out an entirely unsexy groan.
“What?” You questioned, sitting up- a sudden fear that maybe he had changed his mind running across yours.
“I don’t have, eh, protection.”
Oh.
Viktor stared at the ceiling, naked as the day he was born, contemplating if he should be responsible and cut this short. He didn’t have to think very hard though, not when you were kneeling on top of him, your cunt dangerously close to where he needed you.
Gripping his cheeks, his lips puckered as you leaned down. He could practically feel your lips against his. “How about this, you pull out,” You whispered, lowering yourself to grind against him, the wet of your heat coating his shaft, “and I’ll buy the pill?”
He surged forward to kiss you, mashing your faces together in a combination of tongue and teeth as you moved your hand from his face down to grip at his dick. He mewled beneath you at the sensation of his head gliding across your folds, nudging against your clit, his desperation palpable as he pawed at your thighs, the only thing keeping you above him.
“Please,” He begged, eyes unwaveringly focused on where you promised to be connected, “I need to feel you-”
Who were you to deny him what he wanted? You couldn’t- not in any way, shape, or form. Not when you were already lining up and sinking down on him, nestling him into your body, squeezing him for what he was worth. The noises you both let out were swallowed by the small, humid, room- the smell a give-away to anyone who would enter about what you were doing. Probably should’ve cracked a window. But who cared when Viktor was looking at you as if you hung the moon and stars? His own personal deity, keeping him safe within you?
His palms, calloused and warm, traveled up over your stomach, cupping at your breasts. The pressure made you clench around him, and with the jolt that brought from his hips, you took it as your que to move. The squelch was obscene, wet smacks as you tentatively bounced up and down, inexperienced but excited because it was happening. Viktor’s honey eyes flickered between where you were joined and the twitch of your face, how your brows ticked up at certain angles, when he hit something, how your mouth cracked open the slightest, breath catching. Your skin was smooth beneath his touch as he removed one hand from your breast, moving down the length of your stomach to the slit between your thighs.
“Oh fuck- right there, Viktor-” You moaned, head tilting back slightly as your eyes closed, wholly focused on moving as Viktors thumb rubbed tight, precised circles on the head of your clit, his hips stuttering to hit a certain spot he noticed had you clenching your jaw. A small ball of nerves settled inside your pelvis, twining within each other as Viktor sped up his ministrations- a familiar feeling that you’d only achieved by yourself in the dark of your room late at night creeping up on you. “Fuck- I think I might-”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah- tell me when you- oh fuck fuck fuck-” You moaned, hips jolting and hopping and stuttering with the pleasure as your legs trembled, the feeling of Viktor’s cock pulsing with need working you through your high. The clenching of your walls, tight and hot and wet, brought Viktor closer to where he needed to be as well, and his hands desperately pushed at your hips to get you off of him.
“Me too- fuck me too,” He whined, quickly pulling from your snatch and wrapping a hand around himself, fucking his fist to completion, spilling all over the apex of your cunt and the inside of your thighs. Panting, his head hit the pillow, exerted in a new and delicious way that had him reeling, eyes closing in post-coital bliss.
They snapped open however, when your hand touched him gingerly, rubbing his cum over the tip of his dick exploringly. Against his fatigue, he felt himself stirring again, blood sluggishly moving south. Biting your lip, you smiled at the reaction, the hunger in your eyes revitalized.
Click.
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do you fancy a quickie?
word count: 2,5k
cw: shameless smut, viktor is a tease (everybody act surprised), no use of y/n, reader is reffered to as spouse. what else? ah yes. semi-public sex.
art cr: @arcanescribbles. saw her viktor in formal wear and instanly knew i had to write something mentioning it.
*standard 'english is not my first language please don't be mean to me' bullshit*
It felt immaculate. The languid wince of bright eyes, the smirk you were wearing — chiselled just perfectly precisely for a moment like this, as if you were an inborn heartthrob rejecting unfortunate suitors left and right — a natural, if you will.
“I appreciate the compliment,” you started from a far, making sure — patently by total accident — to casually snake a dextrous hand up your chest, resting it right above your cleavage — just where that fool’s eyes were devouring you. “But I am simply not interested. I’m married.”
You’re savoring the drop of his face when he notices the ring. You just wiped a grin off a man’s face with class — surely, that must’ve felt spectacular, and you rejoiced when he hummed — suddenly all clumsy and simply pitiful — and, with a rather impolite mumble of a sharp ‘excuse me’, walked away, leaving you all proud and unapproachable.
Yeah, that’s right. Don’t ask me for a hand in a dance, gentlemen — because someone has already put a ring on it.
You got back to chugging on your champagne, lips tightly closed around the rim of that ridiculously fancy glass, although it matched the ridiculously fancy gown you were impressing the so-called select society with tonight. And it actually worked (or so it seems), since you managed to strike the fancy of the mentioned earlier tipsy sir, who were now pouting his lips like an offended child, turning his subtle drunkenness into a full-blown intoxication; squinting, and ranting, and swallowing yet another drink as he kept whining about your flawless rejection to a bunch of sympathetic peers.
But you couldn’t care less — not when you were just minutes away from leaving this bougie ballroom behind, with all its curious glances and endless mingling; so many faces, when you only wanted to stare into the sharpness of one — with two moles piercing the pale canvas of skin and cheekbones hollow enough to stroke a soft finger over the lines of them, demanding a kiss. You sigh — almost dreamily in the way your head wearily leans its weight onto the back of your palm. So cliché, but who are they to blame you? Not when your husband is such a sight, and certainly not when your husband is such a sound — raspy, low, and, frankly – simply hot, and you giggle at the thought, sinking two front teeth into the pad of your thumb.
You barely understand a word when Viktor tells the inquisitive Upsiders about the Hexclaw glove, yet still absorb each moment of his speech with tender thoroughness, because listening to him talk — about anything, really — is a privilege, one you cherished dearly and with genuine care. You were an admirer, watching him — all intelligent and so pensive, in that suit, with that raw passion in the depth of copper eyes, on that stage. And comprehension is not necessary — not when you see how talking about his inventions lights him up; so bright, that he could easily outshine the golden boy. In your loving eyes, at the very least.
He notices when you join the round of enthusiastic applause, quietly thanking his audience for the attention — pensive and polite, so uniquely pretty in his demureness. It feels like showing him off, and that grin stretches even further across your face when he goes down the stage to walk up in your direction.
You’re not subtle with that kiss. Pulling on his tie, shamelessly pushing your tongue into his mouth, knowing that they stare, and when Viktor — all wide-eyed and smitten — reciprocates, humming into the heat of your lips, you’re gone. He’s breathless when it’s over, arches a thick eyebrow in a curious manner, sinking your proud expression in.
“What was that for?” he chuckles, feeling the damage done to his bottom lip with your teeth.
“Can’t I kiss my husband simply because I felt like it?” you purr in response, greedily eyeing him.
He laughs. You stroke a hand over the rise of his chest, and he clutches his cane — the pretty one for special occasions, with elegant carving and gilding.
A thin arm wrapped around your waist coaxes you to jump off the stool, allowing him to steal an embrace. Can’t resist Viktor in a suit. In his other attire too, of course, but god does he look spectacular all dressed up. It’s almost like he was made for all the blazers, vests, and ironed shirts — an inborn gentleman, sickeningly handsome.
His gaze travels down, to the oh so taunting cut of the silky dress: a peek of garter holding the elegant stocking, and you notice just how he relentlessly fails not to drool over you too shamelessly.
“How was my, er, speech?” he asks, practically forcing himself to rip those eyes off your hip. “I suppose it went rather well — very laconically, if I do say so myself. However, I’m afraid that Jayce is much more natural when it comes to keeping the audience entertained.”
“I was too busy listening to you to pay much attention to the golden boy,” you confess, straightening his vest for him — another excuse to touch him, but Viktor decides to touch you instead.
“That is rather disrespectful,” he scoffs, gently capturing your wrist into the warmth of his hand, and before you can react — presses a chaste kiss to the back of your palm. Damn him and his gentlemanly tricks.
“Perhaps,” you shrug, giggling when his breath tickles your knuckles. “But you did amazing. Truly.”
“I am flattered,” he acknowledges, letting go of your wrist. His touch lingers there — warm and domestic, a wordless way of returning the courtesy. “I hope that my brief absence didn’t bore you too much?”
“Not in the slightest,” you assured him with a wry smile, and he met your words with another inquisitive hum. “Some very persistent gentleman kept trying to convince me that I need an interlocutor.”
“Is that so?” the inventor asked, evidently amused by your revelation. “And just how did that go for him, may I ask?”
“He was heartbroken to hear that I was married, you see,” you sigh, and your lips protrude into a pout — one of fake, rather comical sympathy.
“What a pity,” Viktor retorted, blessing your ears with that low, raspy laugh of his. “I hope the news didn’t crush him.”
“Ah, don’t even bother. You hope they did.”
“What an accusation,” he exclaims, and your hands ache to strangle him with that pretty tie. “Though not an entirely unreasonable one, I must admit.”
“My point exactly,” you bite back, and your arms rush to be wrapped around the bastard's neck, chest pressed flush to his, heartbeats mingling into a mess of thuds.
Sinewy fingers don’t hesitate to slip into the cut of your dress. They also don’t falter to cautiously crawl into the band of your stocking, almost forcing you to whimper his name into the crook of his neck — an indirect plea to proceed in private.
“Such a mouthy thing,” Viktor whispers, and you’re done with him, almost ready to demand he bends you over in front of those very Topsiders. “Just what shall I do with you, hm?”
He’s hard against your thigh, even a hint of friction has him jolting, hissing a quiet curse into your mouth when he occupies it with a kiss again — one too lewd to be appropriate for public eyes.
“You should steal me away,” you suggest, staring into the madness of heavy eyes piercing yours. “For some fresh air, of course.”
“Fresh air?” he mocks, shaking his head in fake disapproval. “Is that the only reason? Not that I’m reluctant to be alone with you — quite the opposite, actually. I simply doubt that it’s the real, eh… purpose of the encounter you’re suggesting.”
Fuck’s sake. He’s utterly incorrigible. Thanks Janna you love this man.
You sigh, struggling to suppress the urge to slap him.
“Do you fancy a quickie?” you finally surrender, knowing damn well that to out-smartass Viktor is simply impossible. Besides — the way his lips stretch into a thin handsome line feels greater than any meaningless pleasure a well-aimed smart comment could ever bring.
It feels even better when his mouth hovers above your ear, purring out a sweet, “I most certainly do.”
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You squeak when he presses you against the cool bathroom wall, and a cautious hand cradles the back of your head, preventing it from repeating the dreary fate of his cane, which had just hit the floor with a loud thud. You, on the other hand — no pun intended, of course — are not that careful with your limbs, fingers already tangled into his hair, messing up its unusually neat style. He’s kissing you with desperation: rush didn’t leave him any time for hesitation, but you’ll gladly take him like this — all frantic, cock an aching swell inside his finest dress pants.
“Darling,” he keens, licking at the fresh proof of his lust after you, as if trying to soothe the pain from his teeth needling into the softness of your neck.
“Yes?” you breathe out, thoughts a mush of smutty images, but the limited privacy of this bathroom is not enough for a full-course debauchery. They call it a quickie for a reason.
His hand slips under your gown, shamelessly kneading the plumpness of ass, ready to free you of the lace underwear.
“No,” you pull away, shaking your head with a sharp inhale. “We don’t have time for this.” Your outfit is too impractical to allow him the pleasure of undressing you even partially, even though you’d love to let him have his way with you.
“But, beloved, isn’t that what we’re here for?” he protests, but you shut him up with another kiss, and, while he suffocates against your mouth, smoothly turn him around, firmly capturing between the wall and your softly pushed between his legs knee.
“I had other plans,” you reply, kissing down his jugular — some brief foreplay before abruptly sinking down.
“Oh,” he lets out a shaky laugh, leaning that bright head against the wall, but his eyes never leave yours — they attentively follow your every motion, carnal need thickly seeping out of them. “You’ll get on your knees for me? In that dress? My, I might’ve done something good in my past life.”
“Will you please shut up?” you snarl, fighting with the buttons of his pants, and he nods, figuratively zipping his mouth with one dextrous move of a hand, informing you that his lips are sealed. Viktor knows better than to talk back to a person who’s about to suck him off. Teeth are a rather dangerous weapon.
He tenses up when you tease the head of his cock — slightly swollen flesh a pretty shade of pink, so sensitive, that it twitches against the warmth of your fingers when you wrap them around the hilt.
He goes quiet, but not purely for the sake of not getting caught. He watches you in fascination: mouth forms a silent ‘ah’ the second you dip your tongue into the slit, and precum coats its tip, all sticky and bitterish. You both know he won’t last long — your next ministration proves it, relentlessly riding him of his wits.
You kiss at his shaft with tenderness, to the point when it becomes barely palpable, so he squirms, demanding the resumption, and you can’t help but smile against the velvety skin of his tip. Pearly liquid clings to your bottom lip, forming a translucent trail — a mixture of him mingled with your saliva; just enough lubrication to slip lower, licking at the sensitive frenulum. Viktor lets out an illegible sound — you recognise a keen of your name in it, and it earns him one languid stroke — just the tiniest mercy.
“Don’t you just love to torture me?” he sighs, looking down — all vulnerable and pretty, weak knees threatening to start trembling any second.
“I’m only using your weapons against you,” a sweet reproach rolls of the very tongue you’re tormenting him with, and he swallows the most delicious whimper when you swirl it around the tip — once, twice, but thrice is what finally has him slapping a palm over his open mouth to muffle a dirty moan.
He abstains from grabbing a handful of your hair, reluctant to ruin its whimsical style — because at least one of the spouses has to be an actually considerate lover. His long legs are struggling to keep in place, relentlessly spreading apart with each bob of your head — but he’s leaned against the wall securely enough not to fall.
You swallow around him in a rather messy rhythm, but it still manages to reduce Viktor to a mush of babbles and incoherent praises. You have him by the balls — quite literally, because your free from squeezing his width hand is cruel enough to knead them, dragging more throaty sounds of pleasure out the thrusting into your mouth man.
You’re fucking him with skill, painfully aware of just what goes through his head in this exact moment: that orgasm will be intense enough to hurt, making him wish you’d rather proceeded with those teasing licks and fleeting kisses. His hips jerk when you suppress the gag, taking him whole, not a single inch left without your thorough attention. Even the hand shoving those moans back into his lungs doesn’t stop him from letting out the most embarrassingly high-pitched keen — it breaks free when he coats your tongue in warm spurts of thick cum. You stick it out, allowing him a pornographic view of exactly what he’d just done to you, and he almost sobs, completely forgetting about his initial intentions of keeping quiet.
“Gods a-above,” he stutters, suffocating like he’s the one whose mouth was just frantically fucked, wiping his release of your lips with his trembling thumb — a gesture of gratitude, tender in comparison to the curses he was panting just seconds ago.
The air is thick with the smell of sex, raunchy enough for anyone who decides to walk into this bathroom to meticulously define what the two of you’d just committed in it. Even getting off your knees and tucking him back into his pants wouldn’t help your condition — the pure way Viktor looks at you right now makes it all appallingly obvious. One doesn’t need to become a witness of the intercourse itself to confidently state “They’ve just fucked, Your Honor.” It’s written on both of your faces, on the mess of his hair, and, of course — on the burning under the thin material of stockings redness of your knees.
You accept his touch, swallowing the remnants of his climax still covering your tired tongue, and he sighs, engraving the sight into his mind — probably to get off to the thought of it someday. But you decide not to tease him about it. You’re not that evil after all.
You’ve never stormed out of the bathroom so fast before, all trembling limbs and nasty giggles — the afterglow of your shared secret, dirty enough to banish Viktor from the Academy.
He’ll recall it later, most definitely the next Progress Day, when you’ll wrap those impatient arms around his neck, whispering the famous “Do you fancy a quickie?” into his ear again.
Except for this time your outfit will be easily removable.
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So here is Part 2 of my first post about the Viktor AI Voice lines I created, which can be found here. These snippets are more "ns//fw". They aren't arranged in any particular order, but I would appreciate any feedback.
TL;DR:
SMUT Viktor Arcane AI Voice lines
Part 1
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"you take me so well" || arcane x reader
With Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, & Jinx
I don't accept NSFW requests!
tags: fem!reader, female anatomy, smut, established relationships, reader is implied late 20s (Vik), late 20s-early 30s firelight reader (Silco), toy use, vik's reader also uses a cane!!, pet names
a/n: lmao me writing these like I don't have my bestie and I in mind for our faves <3
Silco
Smoke from his snuffed out cigar lingers in the air, mixed so sweetly with his fine cologne and aftershave. It's one of the few things you can focus on as Silco drills his drooling cock deep into your pussy. You grip the edge of his desk, your board tossed in the corner of his office, legs hooked loosely around his waist gasping with every drag of his pelvic bone against your achy clit. His grunts are wild, unhinged. His blunt nails leave crescent-shaped marks on your skin as he yanks you deeper onto his cock, his balls making a wet pap pap pap with every delicious thrust. "Such a good girl for me, darling. What would your poor leader think of you sleeping with the enemy? Being fucked so tenderly on the Eye of Zaun's cock? Oh my love--! My cock was truly made for you, hmm? Utterly divine." His lips smash to yours, fingers intertwined together.
Viktor
Ever the gentleman, at first, Viktor slowly lowers you down onto his thick cock. His large hands shift from your thighs to grip your hips, pressing you down gently til he bottoms out. "There, love, see? You always take me much better when you're amply prepped for my dick. You're such a sweetheart for me, I must reward your patience." His smirk curls, lips finding your neck. Viktor's hand gently strokes your leg, easing what pain and discomfort he could. He wouldn't move until you told him to. He knows how much you enjoy cock warming him. <3
Jayce
A soft whimper bubbles in the back of his throat, his cock head breaching your lubed, velvet walls with a gentle push. So warm and inviting, the intoxicating feeling of you wrapped around is just what he needs after a long, stressful day in the lab. His girth is impossibly thick, it's taken a lot of practice and prep for your tiny cunt to be able to take him. Jayce is always gentle with you, big thumb circling your clit in hopes to chase away any discomfort. "Shh, shh, I know it's big, baby, you're taking me so damn well. Want to stop? No? Okay, okay. Let me get some more lube, yeah? Oh, fuck, pretty girl. I felt you clench. God, I ache for you, baby."
Vi
"Fuck baby," she hisses, sinking you down further on her pink strap. Her hips stutter, raw muscle flexing beneath the strap's harness pressing into the meat of her thighs. She rears herself back, until the pink head of the dildo is almost entirely exposed before pushing back in with her hips flushed to yours. "You're so stretched out on my cock, lovely. So fuckin' perfect." Vi purrs, swallowing your moan with her lips.
Caitlyn
Tender kisses are peppered all over your face, her long hair falling in front of her face. She's smiling down at you, looking like an angel sprawled against her pillow. Your pretty lips drawn open into a wanton gasp, hips jumping up as her deep blue strap sinks into you fully. The strap buzzes to life, Caitlyn giggles at your little yelp. It melts into desperate pants and eager rolls of your hips. She's more than happy to oblige as she pins your knees to your chest and fucks you into her mattress. "That's it, love. You look so pretty taking my cock like a good girl. Oh, does that feel good, baby? I'm glad. You look so lovely, all fucked out and flushed. Such a pretty little thing."
Jinx
Her face hides at the back of your neck, hips pounding against your ass. Her lithe fingers curl around the messy sheets, her other hand curled at your hip. Glancing down at where you two meet, Jinx all but snarls out a moan, picking up the pace. The way the electric blue strap buries itself deep within your pussy is such an addicting site. One that makes her froth at the mouth, nails biting into your skin. "You should see how fuckin' well you take me, princess. Fits like a fuckin' dream, your cunt is practically drooling f'me!"
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Implied Viktor x AFAB reader, no pronouns mentioned for reader, uses words describing female anatomy, wet dreams, drabble, minors DNI!
I very fucking much wrote this at 3 in the morning falling asleep at my desk and I have no recollection of writing it
You feel the ghostly touch slide deliciously from the center of your knee to the pliant and plush give of your inner thigh. Your breath catches in your throat, a subtle whine leaving your kiss-swollen lips as long, slender fingers press to the soaked fabric of cotton panties - playing you like a talented pianist as you keened and your back arched toward the man before you, but the bonds kept your bare skin to the cool wooden chair as goosebumps erupted over your body. You felt warm breath fanning against your shoulder and neck, the accented whisper of the man you loved murmuring sweet nothings and gentle praises, though your eyes were useless with the blindfold, you still knew those honey-whiskey eyes bore into your skin from the flame you felt in your cheeks and between your legs.
A warm and searching tongue licked one long stripe along the side of your neck, canines grazing the side of your jugular as you called out to him, a desperate, pitiful plea for simultaneously more or less pleasure as your mind went into overload. The sweet scent of mint mixed with the earthy tones of coffee and sweat were intoxicating to you - growing ever more infatuated with the charming, intelligent and vaguely dorky brunette you had somehow gotten to come home with you after months of begging for a single date.
Viktor ground against your plush thigh as his fingers dove beneath your panties and plunged knuckle deep into your drooling cunt. He groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing only two fingers, biting your neck as a muffled cry from his own ecstasy slipped from him. You felt him prepping you for his cock, his fingers slowly pistoning as his thumb reached your clit, not satisfied until you came on his fingers just once - luckily for him you felt your release bearing down on you like a bullet train, the straining bulge in his slacks as he ground into your bare thigh caused your voice to be rather breathy.
Just as the coil began to stretch, and stretch, and stretch - just before bursting - you wake up drenched in a cold sweat, your alarm blaring as you throw the blankets off of you in favor of rinsing yourself off in a cold shower, trying to scrub the obscene thoughts of your coworker from your flesh as well as your mind, hoping the water will wash it away before you have to face him at work while the thoughts creep back up on you.
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How would the men of Arcane make love to fem!reader while they spend a night of intimacy together? Passionately? Sensually? Intensely? Roughly?
Sure thing Anon!
Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, kissing, rough sex, gentle sex, fingering, dirty talk, cuddles, aftercare, size difference
A/N: Love that I'm still getting Arcane requests even though the fandom seems to have died down a little.
Viktor is sensual and rough when he makes love with you. Sensual with his words, rough with his fingers and when he thrusts into you. It's the duality of him, kind of in the same way where he seems really cute and meek but is actually pretty cocky behind closed doors.
He always balances his sweet talking with the same amount of his cock hitting at just the right angle inside of you to get your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Will praise you to no end, but in between every word he will make sure he gets a good thrust in to keep you on your toes, and your back arched.
"Thought you liked it when I talked all sweet to you, darling. Was that a lie? No, no, I'm not saying you lie to me all the time, just when you really crave this dick. You should be honest, I love you and I love giving you what you want, so don't even try to tell me to shut up now okay? I know it makes you tighter when I talk."
Jayce is the most passionate guy you've ever made love to. He puts his all behind everything he does, weather that be the candle-lit path to the bedroom, the foreplay where he's on all fours and eating you our or when he has you on all fours and hammering your cunt like there's no tomorrow.
No way will you be able to even think of any other man when he shows you what he can do for you. He dedicates his all to your pleasure, his is secondary to you. In fact the most pleasure he will get is when he sees you that you're enjoying what he's doing for you, to you.
"Here's good right? Doesn't hurt? Good, with my size it can be a little tricky. All out then, fuck... been waiting for you to say that all night. Babe, I'm about to ruin you. Oh you bet, gonna make you lose count of your orgasms, I wanna make you feel the best you've ever felt."
Silco is very intense and can get very rough if the situation calls for it. He really likes to show his power over you and make every experience better then the last by making you wait, by edging you a bit longer until you come to the point where you're the one hoping on his cock when the doors slam shut.
There are few people he enjoys spending time with and you're definitely one of them, weather its you bent over his office desk, cockwarming him while he goes over the papers, or choking on his cock all day under the desk, he likes having you close and he likes when you know he's the boss.
"A break? We just got started darling. That was just two, there's still a lot more to go. If it's gonna make it easier you can rest by getting under the desk a little. If I feel that mouth, or your hand stopping for even a second you're gonna give me two more orgasms. Understood? Good girl."
Vander can get very passionate and rough but he always follows it up with a really long cuddle and aftercare session. That's something he likes slightly more then the sex itself. It's good, its really good, having your warm pussy stretched around his huge cock, but he can't say he doesn't love it how you cuddle up on top of him after.
He always prepares you for his cock but the prep can be just as rough as the sex itself since its so easy for him to get lost in the whimpers and moans that you make when he adds another finger. And then another. Your hip and thighs are sometimes bruised with a very big handprint. You don't always hide it either.
"Easy darlin', I know you're as horny as can be but you know as well as I that you can't me right away. Its frustrating? Well I'm sorry for being big, nothing I can do about it. I'll get you there don't worry. In the mean time, tell me, how was your day? You thought of me? That's very flattering, I couldn't stop thinking about getting my hands on you either."
Ekko is a very sensual lover and a bit on the calculated side as well. A lot of his plans tend to go a little astray when he sees you naked but eventually he's able to get you right where he wants you and make you feel good.
He cannot stop touching you while he makes love to you. He needs to feel your body quivering every time he jolts his hips forward and buries his cock to the hilt, every time you bite into his neck to muffle your next moan because you know how cheeky he can be and go from slow to fast and then to slow again in order to make it last longer for the both of you.
"You keep messing up my plans Firefly. I was gonna sweep you of your feet, make it all nice, romantic for you, but you had to go and make me this hard right away. I can't focus on romance like this, all the blood's rushing to my cock. Fucking gods, getting on your knees is not making it any better. Well... maybe a little bit."
Marcus is rough and intense because in all honestly he feels like he doesn't deserve what he has with you. He needs to make sure he's not dreaming, that you're real, that you love him despite all his damn mistakes, that you can handle everything he has to give.
When he really gets into it there's hardly any stopping him until he's spent and laying almost limp on top of you, kissing your neck, your shoulders, your face, almost like he's saying sorry when there's nothing for him to be sorry for. You always assure him that when you allow him to be rough, its because you want him to be, he's never hurting you unless you need him to, and he never will.
"Did I overdo it? You'd tell me if I did right? No, I know you can be my pretty painslut, I love that side of you sweetheart, you know I do. Just trying to make sure. You think you can take more? Your pussy's already so sensitive, it keeps pulsing around me, squeezing out all the cum, are you sure? One more round then."
Finn is very rough with you and is proud of all the ways he makes you whimper and moan and even cry on occasion. There is a safeword for you to use but he's rarely heard it from you so he's very familiar with your limits by now. He really likes to manhandle you and use your body as his pretty fucktoy, you're not even ashamed that you like it just as much anymore.
He was so surprised when you asked him to slap you but he didn't hold back either. He kissed, or rather licked the pain away before ramming his cock back inside your cunt with so much force your back arched off the bed and scratch his back up like he's been mauled. Good, he loves a mutual give and take.
"Oh my gods kitten, begging to be hit. I knew you were a kinky whore from the moment I saw you. Aren't you glad I helped you find this side of yourself? If you're so grateful you'll come on my cock right now. Do it! Come on, come on, let me feel that cunt sucking my cock."
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jinx plays episode
sevika plays candy crush
vi plays subway surfers
ekko plays mystic messenger
jayce plays zombie highway
viktor plays criminal case
calitlyn doesn't have time for this shit, silco doesn't have a phone and vander is dead.
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