Kudos to fanfiction writers for writing about all the trauma and emotional and mental turmoil that the original content creators dont acknowledge when putting characters through hell
This has evolved to one of fanfiction’s major assets in my eyes. To every author that cares enough about the characters in their stories to examine trauma, but also the slow, tedious processes of healing and recovery: your stories mean so much to me and other persons with mental health problems. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Hate to be that person, but WW3 trend on TikTok is not funny at all, especially your stupid POVs. Because no, Jessica from Chicago, you won’t have to hide in the basement to avoid being nuked and no, Kyle from LA, you won’t get drafted to the front lines.
You again missed the whole point and managed to make this situation all about yourself, so I’m going to assure your stupid ass - this war is not going to affect you in any way, but you know who it’s going to affect? Actual people from Ukraine, who are going to lose their lives and be displaced from their homes, just like for the past 8 years.
So congratulations on your stupidity, because it’s not about “I need a way to cope 🥺🥺🥺”, it’s about you celebrating and making fun of other people’s death.
OMG sorry for the wait ahahahah, seriously so so sorry. LMAO if we're being honest here I had a slight pregnancy scare and spent two weeks staring at my ceiling. Thanks to y'all who are still reading I REALLY appreciate and love and cherish you and this story will never ever be abandoned!
But to make up for it this chapter is LONG and FILTHY and ROMANTIC af, plus we got 8.3k words babeey. I'm also upping the chapter count- oopsies! As usual the smut starts at the double line break ******* ******* and ends after the triple ******* ******* *******
(this chapter has some slight d/s vibes just an fyi)
Length: 8.3k
Summary: The cocktail party poses new challenges and opportunities for you and Viktor, but can you keep yourself in check long enough to make it out unscathed?
Chapter Three: The Mirror of Another
It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.
– John Joseph Powell
*******
Jayce tapped his toe rhythmically against the pavement, checking his pocket-watch for the third time. If they’re not here in two minutes I’m knocking on the door…
Finally the two of you stepped into the lab. He suppressed a snort, noticing the subtleties of your outfits with exasperation. Even after you’d agreed with Cait, that lying low would be the best current course of action- he should have known you’d still want to get a few hits in.
Viktor looked flustered, a rosy tinge high on his cheeks accented the deep crimson of his shirt.
“Are you wearing lipstick?” Jayce smirked, watching as Viktor's fingers came up to his own lips- eyes flashing briefly towards you.
“Don’t wipe it off, it looks good,” you grinned up at him, teeth flashing whitely against the brick red lacquer.
“Great, this is even worse than I expected,” Jayce let out a frustrated sigh. “I thought you would be moody all night, moody is good, moody I can deal with- but horny? No way, just please… no groping, that’s all I ask.”
“I am capable of public decency Jayce, it is you I am worried about,” Viktor sniffed. “One too many spiced wines and you will likely end up spewing half-digested appetizers all over the floor.”
“Settle down loverboy, it’s not you I’m worried about,” Jayce’s gaze slid to you.
“What- me?” your hands flew to your hips, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Yes, you- we both know you’re the instigator,” he held up a hand just as your mouth opened with a retort. “No- no, don’t even argue- it’s like a damn feeding frenzy every time you get him to blush- you’re like a shark smelling chum.”
Your jaw closed with a click, knowing that arguing was pointless. He’s pretty spot on with that one.
“You know, I do pay attention every now and then,” he let out a loud laugh, eyes dropping to the hollow of your throat appraisingly. “Huh, that’s new- although to be honest I was expecting a ring.”
Viktor let out a strangled choke.
“Kinda mouthy tonight aren’t you?” you reached up to pinch at Jayce’s cheek, chuckling as he swatted your hand away.
“Let’s go, in and out- we’ll make our rounds and head home.”
*******
“Actually, I heard from one of the assistants during a budget meeting that he did not even pass the first round entry exams for the academy,” Viktor said quietly, taking a small sip of amber liquor.
“Ah- doesn’t actually surprise me, the man is an absolute idiot,” you snorted, critically eyeing the cream puffs. “You know, whoever did this really rushed the lamination…”
And for the umpteeth time in the last hour, Viktor suppressed the urge to reach out and touch you- ignored his desire to lean down and kiss the little crease between your brows as you analyzed the pastry table.
He hadn’t realized- just how comfortable you were with each other. The two of you had sort of slipped into this casual intimacy over time, and now he felt off balance without it, as if his whole world had tilted just a little.
You caught his eye around a mouthful of cream puff, lips pulling into an automatic smile- he watched as a glob of vanilla custard fell from your mouth onto the skin of your chest. Wiping it off quickly, you licked the cream from your fingers, sending him an embarrassed shrug. Viktor’s eyes followed the movement wolfishly, darkening around the edges at the way your pink tongue dipped into the webbing between your fingers.
“Ah, careful there my boy- you know staring is considered impolite.”
Viktor stiffened, Professor Heimerdinger's voice acting as a bucket of ice-water washing through his veins. Impeccable timing, as always.
“H- hello professor,” Viktor greeted with a stutter, watching you freeze before quickly reaching for a cloth napkin tucked into the corner of the buffet table.
Jayce wasn’t far behind, sporting a shit-eating grin as you furiously wiped the little spot of custard that had gotten on your dress.
“You kids enjoying the festivities?” Heimerdinger asked conversationally.
“Oh yes, I’m thrilled to officially be a part of the team,” your tone held a biting edge.
“Ah- yes, well I do hope you’ll keep in mind our discussion from yesterday- it is simply a temporary inconvenience,” he assured with a calm smile. “Just wait it out and things will all settle themselves.”
Viktor’s eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a tight frown- and you were betting if you reached a hand out to smooth across the line of his shoulders- like you wanted to, that they would be stiff with tension.
It was Jayce who broke the silence.
“Look, all due respect, but this seems a little ridiculous,” he said carefully, crossing his arms. “I mean, people know they’re together? They were literally tonguing in the middle of the winter gala last year, uh- sorry professor…” Jayce winced as the words slipped out unfiltered.
“Yes, er- well anyways… just try and behave yourselves. Best not to provide the rumor mill with more fodder, see you kids later!” with a cheerful chuckle the professor darted off into the crowd.
You let out a frustrated groan, hands reaching up to rub at the tension building over your eyes.
“We haven’t so much as brushed shoulders all night, he did not need to remind us of the council's ridiculous overextension of authority,” Viktor’s grip tightened on his cane.
Hmmm, I love the way he says the word authority- you thought, gazing at him with a dreamy air.
“Vik, you were watching her lick cream filling from her fingers like a starved Labrador, and it’s not like the two of you went for particularly inconspicuous outfits.”
You stiffened, watching as Viktor’s head tilted in confusion- amber eyes roaming over your satiny black dress.
“Oh, this is too good-” Jayce roared with laughter. “You didn’t realize, the two of you are matching.” he waved a palm up and down.
“It wasn’t intentional,” you looked down sheepishly.
“Unintentional my ass, you live together,” he snickered, raising a meaningful brow at Viktor. “Besides, you think I don’t realize who put Vik in that sexy silk shirt.”
“Sexy?” you questioned.
“Whatever, that’s not the point.”
“Eh- I was wondering why you insisted I wear this shirt, but after the reaction I received when trying it on I had no desire to question you,” Viktor smirked.
“Gross, can we go back to you being awkward and shy, I liked those days better,” Jayce stuffed two cream puffs into his mouth in one go.
Viktor studied you for a moment, taking note of how your lips were painted an identical deep burgundy as his shirt. Picking up on the little satiny red scarf tying some of your hair back in a delicate bow. It was subtle enough, perhaps an innocuous coincidence to some- but to those who would be watching the two of you tonight, it was a blatant statement.
“It is a nice touch,” he eyed you knowingly.
“Honestly, I’d meant to talk about it before we left and make sure you didn’t mind- but then I got so distracted and-” Viktor’s voice cut you off.
“I do not mind,” he assured, eyes sparkling with amusement.
*******
Wet droplets coated your hand, brought on by the cool condensation of ice melting within your drink. Tonight was not a night for indulging in a few cocktails- you simply held onto the glass for appearances sake, watching the room from your corner near the appetizers.
You carefully tracked each of your companions' whereabouts. Chuckling as Jayce fended off the advances of a heavily bejeweled woman more than a few decades his senior. Cait had stuck close to her mother all evening, sending you a few nods of acknowledgement from across the room- and you noticed now that the two women were engaged in terse conversation near the lavish flower display.
Viktor was… right there a second ago? Stomach doing an uncomfortable flip, you scanned the vast hall- looking for that telltale mop of auburn hair, those lean legs and slim hips.
“Looking for someone?” a rich voice sounded to your left.
Whipping your head around, you were met with the piercing emerald gaze of Mel Medarda. Her face was delicately expressionless, save for a small quirk of amusement at the corner of her lip.
“Councilor Medarda,” you greeted neutrally.
“How are you enjoying the party?”
“Oh it’s lovely, very exciting- tonight is my first outing as an official academy researcher.”
How long would the two of you play this back and forth. You knew that she knew, she definitely knew that you knew as well.
“Yes, so I’ve heard,” she paused for a moment, weighing things out under her cool exterior. “Perhaps we should drop the act?”
Oh- okay, that was quick.
“Fine by me, I don’t really like pretenses anyways- no point in pretending when we both know what’s going on.”
“That’s something you may want to work on,” her words pulled your lips into a sour frown. “Perhaps if you’d tried to be a bit less brazen tonight there wouldn’t be as many whispers.”
“I don’t care, they can whisper all they want” your jaw set tightly.
Actually, you did care- you cared because something as precious as your love for Viktor was being twisted by strangers into something ugly and illicit. And you were meant to do what? Wait it out? Play the part of cool and collected strategist, waiting for the pieces to fall into place? It didn’t sit right with you one bit, made you feel as though you’d swallowed a mouthful of gravel.
“So you do not wish for me to tell you what they’ve been saying tonight?” she dangled the sentence in front of you like a carrot, smugly waiting for you to bite.
“Just spit it out already,” your gaze hardened- tired of this little game she was playing.
“They say- you are pretending to love Viktor to get into the lab, but you already know that?” she looked to you for confirmation. “Tonight's new gossip is that you’re also sleeping with Jayce behind his partner's back…”
“What?” you snarled, missing the careful way Mel studied your unguarded reactions. Your nails dug sharp crescents into the skin of your palm- blood pumping loudly, like a steady drum beat within your ears.
It had been a long time since you were angry enough to take a swing at someone, but right now… you were ready to tear somebody apart.
“If you wouldn’t mind, could you point me to the exact individuals who said that?” your fists clenched rhythmically at your sides. It’s been a while, but I bet nobody in here’s ever thrown a left hook anyways.
“Ah- please settle down, no need to go on a rampage. I may have… over exaggerated what was said,” regret flashed in her eyes, taking you by surprise. “I was curious about the rumors myself, but judging by your reaction, now I know even if they had said those things it would be the furthest thing from true.”
“Huh, pretty manipulative,” you stated plainly.
“But effective,” she simply shrugged, arching a perfectly sculpted brow.
“Can’t argue with that, Councilor,” you raised your glass before taking a small sip.
“Please, call me Mel,” her stance softened minutely, and you let out a silent breath.
“Mel it is, so- have you tried the cream puffs?” you asked, wincing at the awkwardness in your tone.
“No, I find them a bit too sweet for my taste.”
“Yeah, me too actually- Vik loves that kind of stuff but I need a little more balance.”
“Growing up in Noxus everything is spiced- the sweets especially so.”
You noticed a new kind of stiffness had entered her posture, something more akin to your own awkwardness than her usual cool exterior. As if she was unsure of how to have a conversation with no end goal, not used to sharing information simply for the sake of getting to know someone.
“Oh, noxian desserts are my favorite,” your eyes lit up with excitement.
“Ah, yes- well I must confess it has been too long since I’ve enjoyed some of them,” she said wistfully. “I am not much of a baker and there are few places in the area that do them justice.”
“Oh, well I’d love to have you try some of mine sometime- I found a few recipes here and there in old books, it would be nice to know how close they come to the real thing.”
“I would like that,” Mel smiled at your enthusiasm, it was brief and small- but you recognized it as genuine. Then her eyes caught something across the room, brows raising ever so slightly.
“Ah- I think I’ve found your Viktor,” a manicured finger gestured across the room, towards the drinks table.
*******
This is not going to end well, was the first thought that entered Viktor’s mind as the woman sidled up to him in front of the empty glassware.
He’d been in a rather fascinating conversation with an ambassador about the local fauna in their native sub-zero climates, but then they’d excused themselves to use the restroom. Viktor figured he would grab a drink before seeking you out, intent on leaving within the hour- he was anxious to get back, more than ready to be at your mercy within the comfort and privacy of home.
Just as his long fingers reached for a full tumblr, they brush against someone else’s. Odd, there were plenty more full glasses nearby- put perhaps the stranger simply hadn’t been paying attention, lost in thought much like himself.
“Eh- excuse me, please go ahead,” he insisted, gesturing to the drink with an open palm. A pitchy giggle grated across his ears, and his eyes followed the long-nailed fingers up to an arm wrapped in intricate orange lace- finally landing on the face of a woman who was looking at him in a way that made Viktor want to flee.
“Wow, what a gentleman- thanks,” the woman purred, picking up the drink- but instead of taking it and walking away she simply stared.
“It is no trouble, enjoy your evening,” he spoke quickly, turning to make a hasty retreat- but a deceptively tight grip on his elbow stopped him.
“Aren’t you one of the hextech inventors?” she asked airily, hand not moving from it’s unwelcome place on his elbow.
“Erm, yes..”
Oh shit, this is not going to end well, Jayce thought- watching the events unfold from his seat near the bathrooms.
He learned all about your possessive streak after that lights festival where some guy had ‘accidentally’ grabbed Viktor’s ass in passing. Cait had to hold you back from following the man through the crowd, and your shouting had drawn the attention of more than a few enforcers.
Jayce was watching you chat with Mel from across the room, noticing the way you pulled a little smile from the normally stoic councilor. Good, Vik will shake off that girl in a second- then we can all link up and head out, no problems, no drama.
His hopes were squashed the moment he saw Mel’s sharp gaze zero in on Viktor, pointing out his location with a flick of her palm. He watched your face change, from the pleasant chatty smile to something cold and stormy.
Here we go…
*******
He was yours, nobody touched what was yours.
It wasn’t that you had a problem with anybody touching Viktor in general, you specifically had a problem when the touches were unwelcome.
But it ran deeper than your possessiveness, you knew firsthand how hard it was to coax Viktor from his shell. How much time and affection and positive reinforcement it took to get him to a place where he was comfortable exchanging hugs with friends, hell- nowadays he even initiated them sometimes.
You watched on as Viktor ever so politely tried to spurn her advances- that uncomfortable curl in his shoulders, the defensive way his cane was positioned between himself and her. Trying to quell your rage, you took in measured breaths- noticing the flash of amusement in Mel's eyes.
“He is a grown man, I’m sure that is nothing he cannot handle,” her lips pressed into a thin line, eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Yeah, well we’ll see how much I can handle,” you hissed out, wrestling with something nasty and hateful within your gut. Maybe the girl just thinks he’s shy, you tried to reason. Knowing that your temper was getting out of hand, knowing that now was not the time to slip up.
But you watched her try to initiate physical contact for the third time. After striking out with a squeeze to the arm and the classic hand on a shoulder she tried something new, an unnecessarily pitchy bout of laughter punctuated by a hand to the chest. Viktor’s chest- her fingers lightly skimming the bare skin peeking out over his collar, he jerked away as if he’d been burned.
How dare she touch him so casually.
“Hold my drink,” you requested of Mel.
She watched you leave, noticing the panicked look Jayce Talis was shooting her from across the room. He shook his head, nodding towards you- what did he expect? For her to stop you? Mel simply shrugged at the inventor, hiding a smile behind the rim of her glass- she commended your tenacity.
You approached the drinks table with your head held high, an undeniable offensive aggression in your gait. Sidling up next to Viktor, you stood close enough to wedge yourself into the small opening between him and his admirer.
“Oh Viktor, I was just looking for you,” your voice held a dangerously saccharine edge.
“Eh- yes, here I am,” his posture relaxed slightly, happy to have you close by again.
“We were just talking-” the woman cut in.
You looked over, pretending to have just noticed her presence. “Oh, hello-” your teeth bared in a challenging smile. “I just need to borrow my research partner, you don’t mind do you?”
“Actually, I-” she looked shocked, if not a little pissed off- when you cut her off with a raised palm.
“Great, enjoy your evening,” you send her one last hard stare before gesturing for Viktor to follow you.
You walked a pace ahead of him, hearing the click of his cane against the marble floor- eventually stopping a little way down the hall, out of earshot from the crowded main floor.
******* *******
“That really was not necessary, I was handling it,” amusement colored his tone, a small blush creeping up his neck.
“Not quickly enough,” you looked up at him through narrowed eyes.
“Yes, well I thought we were going to keep a low profile,” he gently reminded you.
“Gods, I know- I’m sorry, I just… she kept touching you-”
“You wanted her to know- my love, that I belong to you? Is that it?” his voice dripped into your ear like honey, dark and sweet.
Oh, he wanted to play it like that
“Yes,” you admitted, fingers reaching up to brush against his collar- as if to erase the invisible marks left behind by her unwanted touches.
“I want to mark you up and down- make sure that everyone at this stupid party knows that you’re mine,” you growled, fingers playing with the smooth button of his shirt. “But I suppose I’ll settle for a kiss.”
Leaning forward, your lips pressed hotly to the hollow of his throat- a single searing kiss. Now he was flushed all over, and you were quite pleased with yourself.
“If you chose someone else I would never recover,” you whispered gently.
“You already know, there could never be anyone else but you,” Viktor’s fingers trailed a soft path down the side of your face.
Quickly checking your surroundings, you deemed the coast clear before nudging Viktor into a little alcove- somewhat out of sight, a large marble sculpture shielding you from a possible passerby, but really nowhere near private enough to be doing what you really wanted.
“What are you- mmpft,” his words were cut off by your lips, tongue mapping along the delicate seam before gently plunging past- grazing across the edges of his teeth.
He let out a strangled groan as your thigh found it’s way between his legs, grinding up into his quickly hardening cock.
“Mmm, already so hard for me,” you cooed- fingers tangling in his hair. “Think you could cum like this honey? Grinding down on my thigh, hidden away in a dark corner at a cocktail party.”
“Ah- ah, I can- you know that I can,” Viktor groaned- head hitting the stone wall as your teeth started nibbling at his jugular.
“I want it, want you to ruin those nice tight pants- want you to cum in them and have to walk back out into the party, all sticky and wet.”
“G- gods, your mouth is so filthy,” his voice was breathy and light, hips thrusting down onto the curve of your thigh.
“Only for you, it’s been so hard- not touching you all night long,” your fingertips walked down the slick material of his shirt, grazing over his pants to palm at his hot and heavy cock.
“I am- I might… you must stop soon, or I am going to finish,” he ground out, abs tensing to wrestle for control of his heated gut.
You pulled your hand away, relishing in the weak whimper that left his parted lips. Viktor’s eyes widened as you slowly pulled up the hem of your dress, dipping your own fingers between your legs- he caught a brief glimpse of skin, of glistening lips- before a cascade of black fabric covered you once more.
“Look how wet I am,” you raised your fingertips. “All for you.”
He lunged forward with lightning speed, taking your shining fingertips between his lips- sucking harshly, groaning around the sharp taste of your arousal. Pulling off with a pop, he eyed you ferociously.
“We need to return home, now,” Viktor’s gravelly voice pierced through your core, blown pupils sending shivers across your skin.
******* ******* *******
A booming voice shattered the shrouded intimacy of your stolen moment.
“If you two are not out here- fully clothed, in five seconds- I am sending Jayce in there to get you.”
Your eyes widened, stomach lurching at the familiar lilt of Cait’s voice.
“I am not going in there!”
“Oops,” you mouthed to Viktor, who was too busy being mortified to give you a response.
“I cannot go out there,” he whispered- looking down at the sizeable tent in his slacks.
“You know, if you had just cum in your pants like I wanted we wouldn’t be having this issue,” you sent him a playful wink.
Stepping back, you finally took mercy on him- chuckling at the pitiful look on his face. “Here, just untuck your shirt- it’s breezy enough to cover your… situation.”
The two of you shuffled from your hiding place, wincing as Cait pinned you with an unamused stare. She was flanked by a red-faced Jayce, who looked like he’d just swallowed a spoonful of bees.
“Honestly, I expected better- from both of you,” she let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re grown adults, some of the smartest people I know actually- but damn what a couple of idiots.”
You looked down, taking the berating with little reaction. It was fair enough, you knew there would be consequences, you just… didn’t care. A giddy surge of laughter bubbled past your lips, you didn’t care- what a thrilling realization.
The laughter grew louder- until a deeper set of chuckles joined your own. You and Viktor stood before your friends with tears rolling down your cheeks, holding onto each other for balance as deep belly laughs wracked your frames.
“Unbelievable,” Cait scoffed.
“I tried to tell you,” Jayce cracked a small smile. “They’ve got no self restraint, might as well sit back and let it go at this point.”
“I guess the damage has already been done, let’s just go- before these two piss someone else off.”
******* ********
“Sit on the bed and wait for me” your voice rang through the bedroom.
Viktor laid his cane down and sat- nerves fluttering low in his gut. He watched as you casually removed your earrings, loosening the small bow from your hair- hands running absentmindedly against his own knees.
I used to wait the whole day in hopes of catching a glimpse of her smile, and now she is undressing before me in our bedroom.
Life really was quite the marvel.
He watched your dress flutter to the floor, and in one fell swoop you stood bare before him, save for the glimmering pearl winking from your throat. Stepping closer, you looked down at him thoughtfully, and although you were the one undressed- Viktor felt raw and exposed under the intensity of your gaze.
Your hand stretched out, fingers clasping his chin in a gentle grip before leaning in close- nose to nose, simply staring for a moment.
“All that stuff I said earlier, before the gala- if you don’t feel like doing it that’s okay…” you started, wanting to make sure he didn’t feel pressured into trying anything.
“No! Eh- I mean, I would like for you to do… all those things. Anything you want,” he spoke frantically, already having surpassed desperation hours ago.
“Oh- good,” you grinned down at him excitedly- leaving a series of quick pecks to his full lips. “Take off all your clothes, then lay in the middle of the bed,” your request was firm but playful.
Viktor did so immediately, settling comfortably on the bed- feeling the softness of the quilt slide across his bare skin, appreciating the curve of your ass as he watched you rummage through the wardrobe.
You returned to the bed, a few of his ties in your grasp and a smile tugging at your lips. Soft thighs settled over his naked waist, and he felt the dripping wetness of your center smear across his lower abs.
“Can I?” you asked, gently encircling your fingers around one of his wrists.
He nodded, swallowing around the dryness in his throat. His skin was on fire, tight like it had shrunk two sizes too small.
“Say it, tell me you want it.”
“I- I want you… to tie me to our bed,” his voice was pleading, thick lashes fluttering up at you over his molten gaze.
You took one wrist, looping the satiny tie through a few of the curves in your headboard before tying a knot. Tight enough to hold secure, but not so tight as to cut off circulation.
“Too tight, or okay?” you asked, tilting his face up to meet your eyes.
“Good- it is good,” he nodded, watching as you deftly tied his other arm.
“If you want me to stop, or you don’t like something- can you think of a special word to use, so I’ll know right away?” you asked, thumb grazing across his cheekbone.
“How about- gingersnap?” he sent you a small smirk.
“Gingersnap it is,” you chuckled.
Grabbing an extra pillow, you tucked it behind his head- then another to tuck under his leg. Viktor tested the restraints, delighting in the realization that he was indeed stuck in place.
“Aaa a- ah!” he jolted as your strong grip went straight for his cock. He’d expected you to tease, to keep up the delicious torment you’d started long before the party had even begun- instead your slicked hand was stroking him for all he was worth.
“Let’s see how fast you can cum,” you purred- watching his arms grip tightly at the bindings. “Because after that, you’re going to cum again- and then again.”
Viktor wondered what was in store, how many times you would pull him over the edge. He knew that you noticed, the way he liked to keep going even after overstimulation sent jolts of painful electricity all the way to his toes- the way he relished in that raw edge of pleasure that tilted into the realm of pain.
Your thumb grazed his swollen tip on the upstroke, twisting tightly as it slid back down to the base- and Viktor came with a shout. Quick stabs of pleasure rocking through his body and ropes of cum painting his chest in sticky white strands.
Instead of stopping, you kept pace- using his release as extra lubrication, reveling in the smooth glide. His cock twitched sharply in your palm, long legs digging into the mattress as he simultaneously bucked into and away from the delicious sensation.
“Tell me, is this what you want? You like it don’t you? Want me to make you cum again?”
“I- I c-can’t,” he whined, head thrown back against the downy pillows.
“Oh, you can’t?” you mocked, thumbing at his sensitive glands. “But you’re still hard? So hard and wet for me, but you can’t cum?”
He whimpered weakly, biting his lip to stifle the pathetic sounds.
“Hmm, if you can’t cum then I guess I’ll stop.”
“N- no, don’t stop- it is, so good, a- a- ahhh-” his hips tried to follow the pressure of your hand as it pulled away.
“No, honey- it’s okay,” you murmured- leaning down to lave at a nipple, earning another weak whine from your lover. “If you can’t cum now, I’ll wait to touch you till you’re begging for it.”
“Ngg- you are cruel,” he narrowed his gaze at you. Perhaps the glower would have been more menacing if it weren’t followed by a weak whimper- the pathetic noise pulled from his lips as you gave his swollen tip one last rub with the palm of your hand.
“Oh honey, you haven’t even seen cruel yet.”
Viktor's eyes widened at your sultry tone, the dark flash in your gaze sending chills up his spine.
“Kiss me,” he demanded breathily, pulling against the restraints. “Please.”
It was a different kind of desperation, something more pleading and earnest- and so you acquiesced instantly, lunging forward to kiss him at an achingly languid pace. Softly sliding your tongue against the ridged roof of his mouth, leaning back to pant wetly against his lips.
You wanted to burn the image of him into your memory, tied to your bed- hair messy and lips puffy, with the most vulnerable look of awe on his perfect face.
“Now, you get to watch.”
“Watch what?” Viktor asked, brows pulled together in confusion.
Instead of speaking, you shuffled over- lifting a leg so that you straddled one of his narrow thighs. Slowly, you lowered your hips, hearing him gasp as your wet core pressed onto the corded muscles.
“Watch me, while I use you to make myself cum.”
Letting out a strangled groan, Viktor nudged his leg harder into your folds- watching with lidded eyes as you began a slow grind, spreading your juices into his skin with each flex of your hips.
“You want to know something?” you asked in a conversational tone.
“About you? Always,” he sent a crooked smile.
“Remember when I lived in that little basement apartment, back when we’d first met?”
“Of course, I despised that place.”
“Well- sometimes, after coming home from a late night at the old lab-” your voice was breathy and rich as your hips swiveled slowly, clit smashing in slow sweeps against his heated skin. “I would stuff my fingers inside myself, and think if you- of how badly I wanted them to be yours.”
Viktor’s cock twitched at your words, wrists once again straining against the ties that bound him. “You can have my fingers, they are yours- you only need ask,” his leg bent further- throwing you off balance. Catching yourself on his chest, you arched your back to it’s limit before burying your face in his throat.
“Mhmm- feels good,” you whined, feeling wetness seep out of your pussy.
“I can feel you leaking all over me, I want to taste you-” Viktor growled, leaning forward to nose at the crown of your head.
“Aa- ah, gods I love your mouth,” you whined
“Mmmm, solnishko I could put my mouth to good use as well, with or without these bindings,” he panted the words into your ear.
“N- nice try, but you just get to watch,” you stuttered out, somewhat shocked at how ridiculously good it felt just to rub against the sparsely haired skin of Viktor’s thigh.
“You’re really going to cum, such a needy girl- you know how much I enjoy seeing you so desperate for me,” noticing how close you were, Viktor wanted nothing more than to egg you on.
“Yeah, m’gonna cum- so close Vik, a-almost-” your hips slid in long deep strokes, angling down to catch the perfect amount of friction on your swollen nub.
Viktor nudged your hair out of the way with his nose, tilting his head to bite down on the shell of your ear roughly. The sharp sting sent you over the edge, a low mewl leaving your throat as pleasure ebbed out from your core to your toes.
He peered down at you, helpless to do anything but watch as you lost yourself in pleasure.
“So good, so good to me-” you babbled, collapsing down onto him with weak limbs, feeling the prodding hardness of his cock against your hip. He let out a low groan, bucking into the soft groove of your waist.
For a few moments, you simply stayed in position- basking in the afterglow of your orgasm as Viktor struggled to stay still beneath you. Eventually you collected yourself enough to climb off of his thigh, noticing the ferocious way his gaze sharpened on the wet smear of your juices against his skin.
“Hmmm, maybe I should clean you up?”
You leaned down, tongue lapping out to swipe away the tangy taste of your slick- feeling his muscles quivering beneath your mouth. After several exaggerated open mouthed licks you moved back up his body.
Viktor moaned as you pushed your tongue inside his mouth, sucking on it like a hard candy- desperate to taste you in any way possible.
“Please touch me, I need you- anything, you can have anything you want-” he begged.
“Such a good boy,” you cooed. “You know how much I love to hear you beg for me, I’ll touch you,” but something in your tone told Viktor you wouldn’t make things that easy on him.
Shuffling down the bed, you raised up onto your knees- looking down at him appraisingly.
His whole body had filled out a bit in your past year together, it was something that sent a fierce sense of pride bubbling through you. You loved Viktor, loved him regardless of shape or form- this was really more about seeing him healthy. He had spent the last months learning how to prioritize his own needs- and two simple things such as regular meals and sleep had erased some of the hollow gauntness of his features.
Instead it was replaced by a delicate sharpness, smooth dips and jagged edges- graceful lines of willowy limbs and angular lines.
Might as well start from the bottom and work my way up.
You lovingly rubbed at his ankles, massaging the arch of his foot- kneading through the minute tendons that stretched atop his foot like bowstrings. The whole night was before you, and you decided to take your time in a way you never had before.
His legs, gods did you love his legs- they were long and pale and packed with lean muscle. They way they wrapped around you, the way they squirmed and flailed when he was close to the edge. Drawing out strong circles into the tenseness of his calf, you heard Viktor let out a deep exhale of satisfaction.
“Love your legs,” you murmured- leaving a soft trail of kisses towards his inner knee. Both palms spanned the length of his thighs, tenderly running across the tops before moving underneath to knead at the tautness of his hamstrings. Muscle quivered beneath your roaming fingers, and your ears picked up on the shaky edge Viktors breathing had undertaken.
Viktor felt something unexplainable flutter in his gut as he watched your slow exploration. It was… not what he’d expected. He expected roughness, had been fantasizing for hours about pinches and bites and the strong grip of your thighs around his waist.
Instead, you were worshiping him.
Leaving achingly tender kisses to his ribcage, fluttering your fingers softly against the sharp lines of his hips. Your face tracing across the dip of his sternum, through the sparse smattering of soft hairs.
You rubbed your cheek up his chest, before nuzzling your way up his collar- the tip of your nose drawing a soft line up his biceps to where his elbow bent towards the headboard. Then you began kissing downward, back towards his throat- where you peppered soft pecks, feeling him swallow harshly beneath your lips.
He felt warm all over, a raw and exposed kind of tension prickled at his skin. Viktor couldn’t take it, the adoration in your gaze- the way you cradled him so tenderly as he was strung up at your mercy.
How can someone look at me in such a way?
A deep yearning bubbled within him, something more than simple desire- he needed to feel the hot line of your body pressed against him. Was desperate to feel your thudding heart beating steadily with his own, to taste salt of your sweat against the pad of his tongue.
“Please” Viktor whispered, voice sounding quiet and broken- and that’s when he noticed the tears blurring his vision, steadily dripping down from the corners of his eyes. He wanted to be embarrassed, braced himself for a flood of shame… but it never came, he simply wanted you.
Oh.
Upon hearing his soft plea, you looked up from your place at Viktor’s throat. The first thing you noticed were the tears, silently dripping from his amber gaze in soft droplets. For a moment you’d worried it was too much, that you’d taken it too far and he wasn’t enjoying himself anymore. But then you took in his expression, the wonder in his eyes- the small upturn of his lips, and you understood that perhaps you’d taken things just far enough.
“I’m gonna touch you, and I want you to cum- but only when I tell you,” you demanded in a gentle voice. “Sound okay?”
Viktor nodded slowly, mouth slightly ajar. You reached forward, rubbing at his puffy lips with your fingers.
“Use your words.”
“Y- yes.”
“Yes what?” you prodded.
“Yes, I would like to cum-” he spoke slowly, “b- but only at your request.”
“Good boy,” you cooed, stroking the angles of his face lovingly. “You wanna do it inside me? Wanna fill me up?”
Viktor let out a whimper, blinking away a fresh set of tears. “Yes, yes- yes, please, anything- I need to feel you, now.”
Settling atop his hips, you raised up before taking his throbbing cock- slowly drawing circles through your wet folds with his swollen tip. You slid down at a painstakingly slow pace, feeling him stretch your walls inch by inch, until finally you were seated upon his hips.
This, this was what he needed. To feel your walls thrumming around him, your scent clouding his senses- sending him into a needy haze. Viktor's head hit the pillows with a thud, mouth forming into a silent o and eyes squeezing shut tightly.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” you tutted with puckered lips. “Eyes on me zoloste.”
Viktor’s honeyed gaze peered at you from below, eyes opening in a flash.
“Good,” you praised, reaching down to wipe a few errant tears from his sharp cheekbones. Your hips started a slow slide up and down his hot length, ears catching his shaky and stuttered inhales.
“Feel that,” you asked, clenching your walls rhythmically. “Love having you inside me, right where you belong, isn’t that right honey?”
“Yes, t- there is nothing better… n- nowhere else I’d rather be, want you- it will always be you,” Viktor cried out, hips snapping upward.
“Ah, ah- stay still for me,” you pressed down harshly with your hips- thighs squeezing him tightly. Viktor gritted his teeth, straining to remain still as you set a deliciously slow rhythm.
“I cannot, I am- I am close- please, please,” he begged.
“You want to cum?”
“Y- yes, I need to- please let me, anything you want- j- just please,” Viktor bit harshly at his bottom lip, wrists straining tightly against his restraints. You could see him using every ounce of willpower to hold back, desperately trying to follow your instruction.
“Go ahead, fill me up- wanna hear you, let it go,” you sent him an encouraging smile, swiveling your hips to hit that perfect angle inside of you.
Viktor didn’t need to be told twice, and that little secretive smile playing across your lips sent him over the edge. His orgasm shook his entire frame in slow torrents of pleasure, locking his muscles and curling his toes. Loud moans of pleasure tore from his throat, and eventually- as your pace remained steady, they turned to weak whimpers, little pitchy whines of sensitivity.
“Remember your word?” you asked breathily, feeling your combined wetness create the most enticingly wet slide across his sensitive cock.
“Ah- aah, y- yes,” Viktor sputtered, not knowing whether to lean into the electricity of overstimulation or cower away from it.
“Which is?” you questioned with an arched brow.
“Eh- gingersnap,” he ground out.
“Good boy, say it once and I stop- no problems, no questions,” you leaned down kiss him languidly. “I love you,” the words breathed across his lips.
Viktor opened his mouth to return the sentiment, but the words were lost in a strangled moan as you started a moderate pace atop his cock. It had softened, but only slightly- and now the shocks of raw pleasure were bringing him back to full hardness. It was slightly painful, but in the most delectable way- he absolutely reveled in it.
You were lost in the throes of your own desire. Viktor was so pliant beneath you, letting out the sweetest whines and whimpers- practically curling towards your touch like a flower in the sun. Hunching forward, you pressed your entire body against his- letting the hardness of his pelvis smash against your clit.
Threading both hands into his hair, you pulled Viktor’s forehead to press against your own. Staring into his gaze, you felt his heart stutter in his chest- took in a steady inhale before rubbing your nose softly against his.
Viktor’s entire body was on sensory overload, the pain the pleasure- the tenderness. His tears had returned in full force, there was really no other way to express the intensity of emotion inside him. And something broke within his chest as he felt you lick them away, the soft pad of your tongue gently chasing the falling droplets.
You wanted to consume him, to take everything from him- to give him the entire world. This was the kind of love that moved mountains, the kind of passion that destroyed nations- the kind of devotion that transformed the soul. Pulling back to meet his eyeline again, you tried to show him- to use your eyes to reveal that he was at the center of your very being.
“You are mine,” you whispered against his lips.
“I understand,” Viktor murmured in reply, closing to gap to press his lips against yours in a messy kiss.
Your orgasm thudded through you like a firestorm, mouth agape in a silent moan against Viktor's- hips stuttering wildly as your entire body curled into him. Limbs burning with tensions as each wave crashed down around you, leaving you soaked and trembling against the sweaty plains of his body. You drew it out, barely coherent enough to continue sliding his leaking cock in and out of your messy channel, hitting that soft spot inside you with languid accuracy.
Looking up at him through matted tangles, you smiled at his soft pleas- little whimpers of incoherent begging.
“More- please, so so close- aah… need it- anything, you have me please just- aa- AH-”
Viktor came with a scream, body flexing like a flying arrow as his sensitive cock weakly spilled for the third time.
It was all he had, everything he could give you- and as the blinding pleasure abated to a pleasant thrumm of raw nerves and quivering muscles, Viktor’s last vision was of you.
You- gently stroking his hair with a tender smile.
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Viktor was pulled from his haze by an odd sensation. Someone was… licking him? No, no- washing me, someone is washing me- his brain helpfully supplied. Well, not just someone, it must be you. He could open his heavy lids to check, but really who else could it be.
“Mmmm, somebody’s awake,” your voice floated past his ears.
“Ah- how did you know?” he asked in a gravely tone.
“Easy, your nose scrunches a little when you first wake up,” he felt your steady hands run a wet cloth over his stomach.
“Just how often are you watching me as I wake,” he teased, cracking an eye to be met with your playful gaze.
“Every morning I wake up first,” you answered honestly, pawing at his face with the cool cloth.
“Feels nice,” he exhaled. You smiled, watching him lean in to the touch- he really is like a spoiled little housecat sometimes.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Only a few minutes,” you brushed a few damp curls from his forehead. “How are your arms?”
Viktor gave an experimental flex. “A bit sore, but really it is eh- not so bad at all,” he sent you a shy smile. “I quite enjoyed… that.”
“Me too,” you pressed a soft kiss to the warmth coloring his cheekbone.
Leaving the bed, you dropped the rag in your washbin before getting a large glass of water. Climbing back into the sheets, you offered the drink to Viktor- and the two of you traded sips back and forth as you readied for bed.
“You think we’re in any actual trouble from my… behavior tonight?”
“Hmm- it is hard to say, on one hand there was no overt displays of affection, but you and I both know we made a definitive statement to those who requested our compliance and discretion.”
“I talked with Mel, it wasn’t so bad once she stopped trying to manipulate me.”
“Yes, that usually tends to make a conversation more bearable,” Viktor quipped dryly.
“I think I’ll bring a Noxian plum torte by her office one day and see if she wants to chat- she’d make a good friend.”
“Perhaps you will win over the hearts of Piltover's high-class with personalized pastry deliveries,” he let out a light chuckle.
“Hey, you never know- food is a powerful thing,” you tucked him against your chest- arms wrapping around his shoulders. “How else would I have tricked you into falling in love with me?”
“Of course, all it took was a simple chocolate croissant and I was forever smitten,” he murmured against your throat- tugging the covers up around the both of you.
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“If we can’t make the locating mechanism airtight- the hexgate mean nothing, who’s going to want to travel with billions of credits worth of exports if there’s a risk they'll end up in the middle of Freljord instead of Piltover.”
Jayce let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat as he poured over his notes for the dozenth time that evening.
“There’s no way to get rhodium in Piltover, even for a project as high profile as ours- the noxians regulate it so heavily that they must be sent a project proposal outlining it’s exact uses before they will even consider beginning the shipping process,” Viktor’s cane tapped against the table leg in rhythmic frustration. “Even the professor found it difficult to acquire for his own research.”
“They would never send it, not for the hexgate,” you said confidently.
“Why?” Jayce asked.
“Because they’re amassing trade independence, they’ve been slowly encroaching on surrounding territories for the past few decades- eating up small patches of land through brute force. When Piltover tried to leverage economic trade pressure to force them into stopping, they started building routes around us. Noxus would do anything possible to keep us from acquiring the hexgate.”
For a moment Viktor found himself distracted, eyes glazing over as he watched you confidently describe trade relations. The straightness of your shoulder, the sureness of your gestures- the ease at which the words flowed from your full lips…. Focus, this is an important discussion- not a time to act like a drooling idiot
“Okay, well I can’t think of any other material in existence that might behave the same way, unless we use hextech to try and influence the molecular structure, but that’s a stretch at best- and comes with even more unanswered questions than we had before,” Jaycees fingers ran through his short strands.
“Wait- I said we can’t get rhodium in Piltover… not through official methods.” you shot Viktor a meaningful look.
“I do not like this idea,” he frowned, knowing you were right nonetheless.
“I like it just fine, we could use a bit of an outing anyways,” you teased him cheekily.
“Hey- I’m still here, remember me? The guy who isn’t a part of this weird mind reading loop you’ve got going on?” Jayce waved his hands dramatically.
Viktor sighed, uneasily observing the gleeful smirk on your face.
“We’re going to Zaun.”
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summary: Viktor’s been receiving mysterious brown bags filled with various produce items, pastries, and goodies all around for the past month. Once the fifth week rolls around, he decides to get to the bottom of his anonymous gifter’s identity.
pairing: Viktor/GN!Reader , Viktor x GN!Reader
warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff!
notes: this is a STARDEW VALLEY au! for my dearest friend @crsjunkyard‘s birthday (which was like a month ago but ignore that) <3 our dearest reader also has a southern accent + viktor has a thick slavic accent
It all started with a brown bag filled with fresh vegetables on a Wednesday afternoon.
There was nothing special about the day—business was slow, similar to how things usually proceeded (not that Viktor had anything better to do than whittle away at some metal scrap in his lab). He managed to salvage some spare wire from an experiment gone wrong, planning on putting the parts to good use in the next innovation.
He’d successfully pushed them into their designated places, across the board and to the side of the ribcage of the machine, when he heard his doorbell ring. Not remembering if he ordered something, or if it was a client, he curiously approached the lobby, making the effort to peer through the peephole before welcoming whoever arrived.
But instead of being met with a familiar face, perhaps the mailman or one of the townsfolk, Viktor found that there was nobody at the door. A slight frown took the place of light surprise on his features as he moved to see if there might be anything that needed his attention. Something out of frame, maybe.
Upon opening the door, in front of his feet, there sat a brown paper bag, filled to the brim with farmer’s market-quality produce.
I would die for you, literally any gruesome and painful death. This is so good, like literally fills my soul with such contentment, how did you do this? How dare you make me squeak with joy! Hehe thank you so much <3
i bet you thought i forgot about your birthday hmm @crsjunkyard ??? AND MY LITTLE GIFT??? HMMMM???????? HMMMM??????????? AFTER NOT POSTING IN A MONTH??? HMMMMM??????????
OH MY GOD @aidemint I love you SO SO SO much agh agh MY HEART i am literally quivering in my crocs AHAHAHAHAHA you are the greatest most amazing individual of all time I mfing swear 2 god
You becoming my favorite fanfic writer during my last semester of college is completely unfair to my GPA and lack of self restraint combo… HOWEVER, the sheer amount of dopamine coursing through my veins every time I read a Viktor x reader fic of yours is beautiful and I thank you with every fiber of my being. Your writing is just so fucking phenomenal and I’m so glad I found your account and writings. I hope you truly comprehend how much I and others love your writing. I hope you have a wonderful day
OH MY GOD thank you so much for this. Literally it powered me through into updating the waters of march I mfing swear to god. LMAO the acronym GPA sends a legitimate chill down my spine I hope it's going well for you <3 Thank you so much for the kind words and support they mean more to me than you will ever know, sending u so much love (and a new chapter that I am furiously posting rn)
*notes: reader is female and wears glasses, has tattoos but only one is really described. reader has an army nickname that’s used a lot.
warnings: cursing, misogyny, violence.
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“Why do they always print this shit in the smallest fucking font available?”
Joey huffs at the complaint, glancing up from his computer screen as you lean back in your chair to stretch. The parchment in your hand slips back onto the table as you do, more ink than paper at this point with the lack of space between lines of text. Far too much data to take in and pry apart. With an oncoming headache, you’re not going to get anywhere. You need a break.
not supporting the fur industry - but remember, vintage furs from thrift stores do not contribute to killing animals and are actually better for the environment than faux fur.
You can also buy fur new if you want. That is not a crime unless you are buying endangered animal furs. It’s also not really worse for the environment or the animals than buying regular meat or eggs from the grocery store, because all those animals are factory farmed, whether for fur, meat, or eggs. Factory farming isn’t solely a problem with fur, and anyway if you want to stop it then you’re better off calling or writing your politicians and getting involved with the larger movement that is trying to end big agra monopolies than only shopping at ‘pure’ retailers. You can’t change the world with your pocketbook, that’s a lie capitalism fed us.
The best furs to buy for warmth are coyote and raccoon, anyway, not mink and such. Sheepskin is also good. Stuff like mink, ermine, and sable aren’t actually very useful in terms of keeping you warm. Vintage bear and beaver are also pretty warm. Rabbit is useless, it sheds and goes bare quickly and isn’t very warm at all. Soft though.
Wool is the only fibre in the world that keeps you warm even when the wool is wet, and silk is among the best baselayers for warmth. Linen is the coolest fibre in the world, better than cotton, has been used for centuries and is a lot less costly in effort and water to produce–cotton is only cheaper artificially.
Down is the warmest and most breathable stuffing for blankets and pillows and it lasts a really long time. Cotton or wool stuffing is available also, but it doesn’t get the loft that down does, nor is it as warm (cotton isn’t warm at all). Remember that stuffing is also made of plastic!
Leather is great stuff, if you take care of it properly. It needs regular care and maintaining, but it will last a really long time if you do, and just get softer and softer over the years. And yes, you can clean it! You use something called saddle soap to clean it with. Patent leather has a plastic coating and may not even be leather these days, unfortunately. Deerskin is very nice, very soft but not very warm.
There’s a movement I first heard about in the historical costuming community, from Pinsent Tailoring: Slow Fashion. It’s a response to fast fashion, and the goals are to have a wardrobe that is more about longevity and quality of the clothing, and also about the clothing being made so that in a hundred years, all that would be left are the metal/horn/bone/shell/wood buttons. It’s very hard to do that with modern shoe soles, but if the heel or insole of your shoe is the only plastic you leave, you’re still doing better than an outfit from Target or something. Making your own clothes is actually not extremely difficult, you can start with extremely simple things, including the Bisexual Shirt (poet shirt), a pair of comfy pajama-style pants, and so on.
Make friends with your local vultures, costume historians, and leatherworkers (which are all, sometimes, also cosplayers)! They’re going to have oodles of resources for where to find natural materials.
It was always friggin weird to me that real fur became so controversial and socially offensive among people who still eat meat, like PETA activism actually successfully changed our entire culture and tricked people into thinking that wearing an animal’s skin is Exceptionally Wrong, except I guess cow leather because that’s not from like, a fox, which is like, a dog, and therefore special or something
The way modern leather is mass-produced involves toxic chemicals and is not great for the planet. At all.
“But if our choices are plastic or terrible chemicals, then what?”
Then you can help people and the planet at the same time, because….
……THERE ARE MANY NATIVE AMERICAN SHOPS ON THE INTERNET THAT SELL TRADITIONALLY-TANNED LEATHER.
It will cost more. But it will also last much longer. I met a dude recently wearing a falling-apart leather jacket. He said he figured he’d have to replace it in the next year or two. Kinderlach, HE BOUGHT IT BEFORE I WAS BORN. I’M THIRTY-TWO. IT LASTED HIM ALMOST FORTY YEARS.
Please consider purchasing from Native-owned traditional leather shops. They would love your business and you will get high-quality, low-impact goods.
To start with if it’s based in the US iguana, feral pig, or python is good no matter what. Those are invasive species that should be eaten and used however possible. I would also recommend looking for places that are as local as possible as you can help neighbors, prevent the byproducts of shipping long distance, and it’s easier to check the actual processes that they use.
Note: A lot of these things are expensive, as is the nature of many animal products.
There is some smutttt, and plenty of tension and feels in this one. Ugh thanks to y'all so much for the love and support for this story, I have so many PLANS for this installment it's ridiculous.
Length: 5.8k
Summary: You and Viktor spend some time with your friends and prepare for the upcoming party. How will you handle having to hide your relationship?
Chapter Two: The Heart of Man
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too
-Vincent Van Gogh
The evening had turned around rather quickly, half filled glasses dotted the table and the hearty aroma of spiced lamb wafted through the air. Your frustrations melted into easy conversation. It was hard to stay angry for long when you were surrounded by the people you loved. Laughter filled your ears as Jayce recounted his first impressions of Viktor.
“He was kind of an ass, there I was watching my life’s work crumble… and he called me egotistical.”
“You signed every page Jayce, as if anyone else would have been able to decipher your notes at all.”
“Okay, put the claws away boys- it’s time for presents!” Cait clapped excitedly.
You glanced around the room in confusion as everybody proffered their own little gifts of different shapes and sizes, all eyes landing to you.
“For me? You guys really didn’t have to do that,” you looked down shyly.
If you were being honest with yourself, you did love getting presents. Oftentimes when out in the market, you would see something that reminded you of one of your friends and buy it- just because you knew it would make them smile. So when you got a gift, it sent a little roll of warmth through your chest knowing someone else was thinking of you.
“Ah- yes, but we did so you are required to accept them,” Viktor shrugged before heading towards the kitchen with an armful of dirty plates.
You accepted a long rectangular box from Caitlin first- it was expertly wrapped and suspiciously light. As you peeled off the shiny paper, she had the most gleeful look of anticipation on her face.
Nestled in a soft bed of tissue paper sat the most expensive-looking piece of lingerie you’d ever seen. Ethereal pink material held together by delicate straps and cascades of sheer fabric. You were quiet for a moment, trailing your fingers through the soft slip reverently.
“It's beautiful,” you smiled at Cait earnestly. “Thank you.”
“You should probably try it on for me- just to make sure it fits,” she winked playfully.
“We both know that is not necessary, I gave you her measurements,” Viktor interjected, sending Cait a look of exasperation.
“Woah, where did you get that,” Jayce asked with poorly concealed interest- leaning over to peer into the box.
“Textiles district, around the corner from that place with the ties you like.”
“Huh, good to know,” Jayce reached under his chair, offering you a thin square package- haphazardly wrapped in brown paper. “This one’s from me, it’s uh- not as fancy as Cait’s.”
“Don’t say that, it’s perfect,” you admonished, smiling at the large amount of tape covering the parcel.
“You haven’t even opened it yet,” he argued.
“Yeah but it’s from you so I love it already,” your words sent a light flush to Jayce’s cheeks.
Peeling your way through the tape, you felt something smooth and solid beneath your fingertips. Sliding it out of the paper, you were met with the sight of your own eyes smiling back at you. Tucked inside a wooden frame sat a detailed drawing of you and Viktor.
He must have sketched it in the lab one day… Viktor stood over your shoulder, casually leaning into his cane- long fingers pointing out something on the pages as you softly smiled up at him. You were in awe, Jayce had captured every detail with aching perfection.
Setting it carefully on the table, you wrapped Jayce up in a tight hug. “It’s perfect, I love it,” you told him softly.
“S’no big deal,” he shrugged bashfully.
You felt Viktor slide into the wooden bench seat next to you, in one hand a lush bouquet of hydrangeas and in the other… what is that?
“I may have forgone the wrapping,” a small smile played on his lips as you accepted the offering from his hand. A smooth leather bound notebook, filled with thick and sturdy pages- much like the ones he and Jayce used for their research. Much to your amusement, you noticed a single bee embossed on the cover.
Viktor saw your focus was on the small detail. “Er- you know it is because…”
“-Because you’re my honey?” you snorted fondly, loving that little pink tinge dusting his ears.
“He is kind of like a sweet little bee isn’t he,” Jayce snickered from across the table, letting out a huff as Cait threw an elbow into his ribs.
The little scuffle brought a smile to your face, you were lucky. You had a family- they were odd and loud, occasionally argumentative… and wholeheartedly yours.
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“Remember when we used to tell ourselves we were just friends then slept in the same bed together every night?”
You smiled at the memory, watching steam curl across the water’s surface as you felt Viktor’s chest rumble with a soft laugh.
“I recall the days when my worst concerns were accidentally grinding against you in my sleep,” his voice sounded near your ear, spindly legs bracketing your hips- long arms wrapping around to pull you back against his chest.
“Oh that definitely happened,” you said, turning around slightly to send him a grin
“Eh- I cannot be too embarrassed, it led me here after all.”
You tipped your head back, nudging playfully at his jawline with your nose before scraping your teeth against his neck.
Viktor loved the way you touched him, with a constant undercurrent of playfulness. As if you were excitedly remembering all over again how much he welcomed your affection. Sometimes it was sexual, other times you just needed to feel his skin beneath your own- it was always somewhat… primal. Your body spoke with bites and licks- scratches or nuzzles, so uninhibited by convention it was animalistic.
He loved that about you as well, an animal of his own howling in pleasure. Reveling in the notion that every way you understood how to touch you learned because you touched him- and no one else.
Turning you in the circle of his arms, Viktor nudged your legs- urging them to straddle his own. Your palms dropped to his chest, and he reached up to cup your neck- pulling you down into a bruising kiss.
“We’re gonna get water everywhere,” you muttered against his lips.
“It is fine, we have towels-” he didn’t care about the mess, more focused on delivering sharp nips to the soft skin of your chest, meandering his way towards your pebbled nipples. You held your breath- waiting for that delicious sting of teeth. After a beat too long you looked down, only to find Viktor poised over your pink bud, smirking up at you.
“Were you expecting something?” he let out a low chuckle upon seeing your scowl, warm breath tickling at the sensitive skin surrounding your nipple.
“I hope you’re enjoying this- because once we get out of the tub your ass is mine,” you growled.
“Eh- yes I think you’ve made it abundantly clear who my… ass belongs to,” Viktor pressed his lips together tightly, holding back laughter.
“Unbelievable- you know what?” you sent him an unimpressed stare.
“What?” his grin stretched wider by the second.
“You’re a brat,” you punctuated the word with a harsh flick of water aimed at his face.
Viktor blinked at you in surprise, water dripping from the angles of his nose back into the water below. Then his eyes narrowed, there was a split second in which you admired the playful darkness of his smirk before long arms caged your body in an iron grip- sliding the both of you underwater. He released you immediately and the both of you surfaced with a loud slosh, wincing as you heard a torrent of water splash against the ceramic floor.
Letting out a huff you wiped the stray moisture from your eyes- met with the lovely sight of a carefree Viktor.
He’d been letting his hair grow recently, and now the wild curls were plastered to his head- skirting along the juncture of his neck. You heard his laughter ringing through the air, watched him reach up to brush a few damp tangles from your face.
Maybe it was that warm crinkle in the corner of his eyes, or the light reflecting those stray droplets that saturated his thick lashes- but it was like the first time you’d ever seen him all over again, and it took your breath away.
Surging forward you captured his lips in a soft kiss, a gentle push and pull of your tongues as the water settled around you. You nipped at his bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth, receiving a soft whimper in return.
At some point you’d slipped between his legs, probably when you’d gone underwater, and now you used the leverage to pull him up while sliding yourself back. He came willingly, allowing you to arrange him however you’d like until finally Viktor was settled astride your lap.
Your palms smoothed up and down his sides, thumbs rubbing circles in the divot of his hips- fingers reaching around to grab handfuls of his ass. He let out another pitched whimper, grinding forward to rub his hardened cock against the softness of your stomach.
Leaning forward you worked a trail up the valley of his chest, alternating harsh licks with loud, open mouthed kisses. Upon reaching his throat you began leaving soft nips, suckling a deep bruise onto the protrusion of his clavicle before placing a final bite to his adams apple.
The intermittent twitching of Viktor’s hips had turned into a steady grind, and you could hear the frustrated little grunts sounding through his throat- he was getting desperate.
“Hmm, help me decide,” you looked up at the ceiling- pretending to be deep in thought. “I’m not sure which are my favorite… these,” your hands once again reached around to squeeze at the fleshy globes of his ass. “Or these,” you reached up to cup the flatness of his chest- massaging rhythmically.
Viktor couldn’t help the flush that spread across his cheeks, even now you still managed to do things that made him shy. Looking down, his lidded gaze tracked your every move- seeing your puckered pout hover millimeters from his chest.
“I’m sorry, were you expecting something?” you mocked, purposefully letting out a hot puff of air over his rosy bud.
Before Viktor could come up with a suitable retort to your teeth sunk in, hard.
“A- Ah, again- bite me again,” he demanded.
You obliged, alternating back and forth between each nipple- tugging and gnawing until they were red and puffy and Viktor was practically grimacing at the hot stab of pain that blurred into pleasure.
“Oh, sweetie- looks like I ruined your pretty little nipples,” you started leaving soft licks, blowing soothing streams of cool air. Viktor squirmed, breath catching in his throat as the tingling sensation sent jolts of pleasure down his spine.
“I have an idea, you wanna try something?” you asked.
“Yes- anything,” Viktor whined, wet curls strewn messily over his forehead- leaving steady drips down his face. You leaned over the edge, reaching onto the large ledge for the bottle of sugared lemon bath oil you kept there.
“Uh- I’m fairly certain that is not good for your pH?” he quirked a brow.
“Yeah, you know all about my pH after what happened that time with the honey, aah-” Your words cut short as Viktor’s thumb pushed between your lips, knuckle rubbing across the edges of your teeth.
“Perhaps your mouth may be better occupied, no?” he questioned, a rough edge to his gaze. In lieu of attempting an answer, you sucked the digit further into your mouth- hollowing your cheeks and teasing his nailbed with your tongue.
“Ah, always so good to me- my sweet girl,” Viktor praised, feeling your legs rub together- instinctively searching for relief. “Now, I am going to remove my finger, and you will tell me what it is you’d like to try,” he waited expectantly, eventually removing his thumb after your nod of confirmation.
“Let me show you.”
You slunk further down into the soapy water, urging Viktor to sit higher up- strong hands forcing his full weight down so that he was seated on your stomach.
“Get a pump of oil,” you instructed, leaning up on your shoulders. Viktor did as you asked, mesmerized by the way your breasts breached the water’s surface- their smooth swells bobbing under his gaze.
Reaching up, you took each of his hands in your own- rubbing the slickness between them before moving his palms to cup your breasts under the water.
“I want you to get them nice and slippery, then… I want you to fuck them.”
Viktor’s eyes widened, grasp on your chest tightening. He reveled in the soft glide of his fingers, letting out a low groan of appreciation.
“You would have me use you like this?” his fingers pressed your breasts together- hips sliding forward. You nodded, fluttering your lashes coyly as you batted his hands away, using your own hands to create a channel for his pulsing cock.
“Positively obscene,” he grunted, tentatively thrusting a few times before finding a rhythm. “You are mine, yes? No one will ever have you like this,” his tone grew possessive.
“No one but you,” a low thrumm of pleasure pulsed through your body. “Doesn’t matter what anybody says, what they all think- could never let anyone touch me who wasn’t you.”
“Do you know?” he asked with a rough thrust. “When you talk like that- it makes me want to possess you, to mark you as my own for the entire world to see.” Viktor froze for a moment, gaze locked on your own- too much, too far, she’s going to think I am a lunatic…
Then you grinned at him, something feral and dark. A shiver ran down his spine, with that glint in your eyes and the messy tendrils of wet hair- you appeared as some kind of siren sent to drag him to his doom. I would let her pull me to the bottom of the sea.
“Ah- yes,” he hissed, limbs going weak as your mouth opened widely- tongue sticking out so that with each roll of hips his swollen tip rubbed against the wet muscle.
Viktor’s breaths grew labored, each heaving inhale punctuated by slaps of water hitting the floor below. “I- ah, ah, you may want to s- stop…. Ah- I am-” he moaned weakly.
“Want it on my face,” you bared your teeth at him before lunging down to suckle on the head. Viktor let out a wail, hips speeding up pace- rhythm growing erratic and stuttered as his pleasure peaked.
Opening your mouth, you let Viktor rub against the flat of your tongue- hearing a single pitched whimper before his entire body tensed above you. A salty burst of fluid landed in your throat, the rest painting across your face- sticking in your lashes, spreading along your cheeks.
Viktor landed on top of you with a huff, entire body smothering your own as his hot breath fanned over the crook of your neck. Scooting your way into a sitting position, you cradled him in your lap, soothingly stroking the matted hair at his neck.
“Hmm, you liked that?”
Viktor lifted his head to shoot you an incredulous look. “It would seem so,” he snarked.
“Made a big mess of my face,” you pouted, seeing if he would take the bait.
Knowing what you wanted, Viktor leaned forward- tongue peeking out to slowly lap across your face, cleaning his own release from your skin with gentle kitten licks.
“Satisfied?” he questioned, pulling away with a wry smile. Taking your nod as confirmation, he began to slide from your lap.
“Good, get on the ledge and spread your legs for me…”
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“Okay, we’re gonna go check out the produce stalls- Mr. Gartens told me some good peaches might be coming in today.”
The early spring air still held a moist chill as the four of you rounded the last corner, reaching the recreation docks. You loved the ocean, especially in the morning- before the sun burned away the fog, when things were still shrouded and quiet.
“Then we’ll just meet you guys back here?” you questioned.
“Sounds good,” Cait agreed, setting her tackle box down on a bench before leaning over the railing to gauge the waves.
“Do not forget the rice flour, remember- you ran out last week,” Viktor reminded you, propping his pole against the wood.
“That’s right, I almost forgot-” you leaned up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Okay, bye honey we’ll be back in a bit.”
“Yeah, see you later honey,” Jayce teased.
Viktor smiled fondly as the two of you walked away, watching as Jayce wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pointed towards something, causing your frame to shake with laughter.
Some time ago, Viktor had realized he and Cait shared a similar affection for fishing. Perhaps for him it hadn’t started so much as a hobby but a survival tool. It was an interesting revelation nonetheless, and had served to cultivate their friendship past the stages of tentative amicability.
After those first few awkward outings, Viktor had realized Cait was quite easy to spend time with. Perhaps it was because Cait and himself were so used to the chaotic brightness of you and Jayce. The ever present buzz of energy that clung to the two of you like a second skin. It was nice to just… sit- to spend a bit of restorative time with someone who shared a more reserved energy.
“How did you start fishing anyways?” she asked, casting her line out into the depths below.
“As a boy, I built my own rod from garbage I’d collected in the rivers,” Viktor’s expression tightened. “There aren’t many fish to be caught in the undercity, and the ones you find aren’t usually fit for human consumption- of course that didn’t dissuade most.”
Cait ignored her line in lieu of listening closely to his every word, it wasn’t often that her lanky friend freely offered much information about his childhood.
“I began sneaking to this very dock to fish, oftentimes in the middle of the night. Until one day I was caught.”
“Caught for what? It’s a public dock?” her face twisted in confusion.
“Yes, for the citizens of Piltover, not some street rat with a makeshift fishing rod. That was… my first experience with enforcers,” he trailed off tightly, the whirring reel of his line being pulled enough indication that he was finished speaking.
“My parents are still furious,” she started. “They think I’m rebelling, that I’m only doing this to piss them off.”
“Are you?” he asked, tone more curious than judgmental in nature.
“Hah, no- if I wanted to rebel I’d become a street fighter or something.”
“Eh- you would probably do well,” a smirk ghosted his lips.
“You’re not gonna say some unhelpful shit like, at least you have a family who worries about you,” Cait sighed, blowing a stray strand of hair from her face.
“Ah- no I am not,” he looked at the line thoughtfully, fingers toying with the handle. “I think you are strong and capable of deciding for yourself what you want out of life.”
Cait’s cheeks warmed, it wasn’t often that Viktor extended compliments to others- aside from you of course. It wasn’t as if he were cold, he just wasn’t very practiced in verbalizing his affections.
“You’re holding something back,” she accused, picking up on the tenseness of his posture.
“You wish me to be completely honest?” he asked, a tinge of warning in his tone.
“You know I do,” she responded earnestly, abandoning the rod completely in favor of his carefully blank expression.
“I think… it is easy to romanticize the enforcers when you see them in Piltover. Even more so when you grow up in a house such as your own. Polished and smiling, heroically chasing down criminals, helping the elderly carry heavy bags-” Viktor gave a dry smile.
“But when you know them as I do, you cannot see them as anything short of cruel. Tell me, what did you see of the rebellion? Perhaps heroic tales of enforcers dying in tragedy, young hopefuls who never came home- all to to protect their precious homeland from the undercity scum.”
Of course she berated herself, how could she have not connected the dots before. He was a boy living in the undercity during the riots…
It was times like these that put things into perspective. Viktor was not simply her kind enigmatic scientist friend- who doted over you with aching devotion and bickered with Jayce in the lab all day. He was a man born of struggle, he had probably seen more horrors as a child than she’d experienced in lifetime.
“As a boy on the streets, I saw them as monsters, I feared them. Watched as they killed without reason or mercy- to make a statement they said, a warning against rebellion for future generations. Those who could not fight learned to run, or in my case… hide,” he met her eyes with solemn gaze.
“You must understand, what it truly means- when the day comes that you are asked to restore order. The things your fellow officers will do… they will haunt you, and despite what you may be thinking, you will not be able to stop them all.”
“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t…” her face reddened with shame. She had heard a few rumors, assuming they were one-offs, anomalies. It was an entirely different thing to have Viktor, someone she counted as a dear friend, opening up to her about his experiences. The raw pain in his eyes, the old memories fresh on his tongue.
“I do not say this to be hurtful, I only wish to give you my perspective. Regardless, never forget… you do have a family who will support you, even if it is not your parents,” despite the heavy topics at hand, the smile he sent Cait was warm and encouraging.
“Thanks, for everything” she croaked out, throat feeling unusually dry.
“Of course, eh- I think you may have a bite,” he pointed towards the end of her rod, taunt line causing it to dip towards the sea below.
Viktor had meant what he’d said earlier, she was strong and capable- and he had faith that she would figure out what she wanted for herself. All he wanted was for her to find what she was looking for.
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“Jayce”
“Hmm” he strolled next to you, looking happily at the blue sky- basking in the warm sunshine that heated his face.
Something had been on your mind, a morbid worry that just would wiggle it’s way from your thoughts.
“If I die, you’ll make sure Viktor’s okay right?”
Jayce stumbled, almost falling flat on the cobblestone- dropping the basket of peaches in the process.
“Ah- careful they’ll bruise!” you darted down to start gathering the ones that had begun to roll away. Frantically plucking peaches from the ground, you’d forgotten all about your impromptu conversation about mortality.
Jayce grabbed at your shoulders, pulling you up from the ground- forcing you to face him.
“I’m sorry, what?” he needed an immediate explanation.
“I said they’ll bruise, peaches are very delicate y’know” you mumbled, unable to meet his eyes.
“No, no, no- I don’t care about the peaches… Why did you say that?” his grip tightened, panic bleeding into his tone. “Are you dying? Y- you’re dying aren’t you?” Jayce yelled, hands raking through his hair- looking more frantic by the moment.
“Shh- no, stop causing a scene I am not dying” you hissed, shaking his shoulders.
“Oh- okay,” he let out a relieved sigh. “What’s wrong with you, why would you casually bring that up on our shopping day,” he pinned you with a glare, feeling a little foolish for completely losing his composure so quickly.
“Oh, er- well I was just thinking the other day, that if something ever happened to me… I would want you to make sure Viktor was okay,” your cheeks flushed and you felt like an idiot. What is wrong with me, he’s right- why would I casually bring this up while we’re out buying fruit.
Jayce’s expression fell flat, eyes glinting with disbelief. “You’re joking?”
“I just mean- y’know, make sure he eats and sleeps and stuff…” your voice was fragile, a nervous tightness pulling around your eyes.
“He’s not a housecat, I couldn’t just leave a trail of cookies and wait for him to come out from under the bed. If you- if something happened to you,” Jayce’s eyes grew dark, face taking on a serious tone you seldom saw. “He would never come back from it. Never.”
And what could you say? There was no arguing with that, if something ever happened to Viktor… you’d never recover either.
You reached up, cupping Jayce’s strong jaw in your hand. “It’s a good thing I’ll never die, huh?” Your joke had its desired effect, watching Jayce’s face soften into a faint smile.
“C’mon, let’s go get some paczki and see if they caught any fish,” he took the basket of peaches from your grip- setting a quick pace towards the docks.
******
Viktor was still sulking as you fastened the clip of your earrings, watching him through the mirror as he buttoned his dress shirt.
“Honey, you can’t say ‘I learned that from Jayce’ during sex and expect me not to laugh,” you chided, pressing your lips together to stifle the fresh waves of laughter stirring in your throat.
“I was simply giving credit where it is due, it’s the scientific way,” he grumbled- realizing his buttons were done asymmetrically.
“Here, let me-” you brushed his fingers aside, feeling the soft silk slide through your grip.
You’d seen the dress shirt through a shop window, and the deep burgundy had immediately reminded you of Viktor’s favorite sweater. It was lovely, a smooth button down of buttery silk. The shimmery splash of red against his creamy skin was positively mesmerizing- like watching spilled wine trickle across fresh porcelain.
He didn’t really see the appeal, to him it was a shirt- a nice shirt, but simply a shirt. Although he was certainly not complaining when you immediately dropped to your knees after watching him try it on for the first time.
Viktor sent you a grateful smile as you finished, patting his chest gently. He began tucking the shirt in and you hopped up on the ledge- using the time to appraise his lean form.
He looked delicious
The breezy silk tucked into a snug pair of black slacks, making his legs look even more indecently long- highlighting the narrow angles of his waist. You’d intentionally left the topmost button undone- collar parted just enough to let some of his sharp clavicle peek out from beneath. His freshly oiled hair glinting under the dim lights- that soft smile tugging at his plush lips as he realized you were staring.
You wanted to devour him.
Viktor’s skin prickled under your gaze, that familiar swoop of excitement from low in his stomach. He felt almost like… prey, and it was thrilling. Tonight will certainly be memorable.
Once the two of you had gotten together, it didn’t take long for him to realize how much you had been holding yourself back. You loved touching him- all the time.
He pointed it out once when you’d had your arms wrapped around him from behind, just as a fond observation. You’d asked if it bothered him, worried that you might have been too much, too clingy. Of course, he soothed your concerns easily- telling you how much he loved your affection. He simply wasn’t used to being touched so lovingly and so often
Each time you passed him a hand would reach out to nudge his shoulder, card through his hair, the occasional playful squeeze of his ass. As if it physically pained you to go long without physical contact.
It was exactly what he’d needed.
He never worried you were pulling away, never had doubts that you didn’t want him. How could he when no matter if you’d been away working for an entire day or simply went to take a shower alone, you greeted him with a kiss upon returning.
He felt…proud, because every time he reciprocated your affections you practically beamed. Especially in public, as if you were thrilled to show anyone who could see that he was yours, that he belonged to you. You made him feel as if he were something precious, something to be treasured and loved.
“You wanna know something,” you asked casually.
“What?” he regarded you suspiciously.
You beckoned him forward, taking his hand and turning it in your own- thumbs smoothing across the ridges of his knuckles teasingly.
Starting at your inner knee, you placed his palm flat against your skin before sliding it up slowly. Up past the scrunched hem of your dress, up into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Detouring outward to finally rest on the bareness of your plush hip- under your dress.
Leaving the hand there, you pulled back with a wicked grin- waiting patiently for that moment of understanding to cross his expression.
“You- you are not wearing…” Viktor threw his head back with a weak groan, grip tightening into your flesh. “Why? Why must you do this to me?”
“Well, I can’t touch you all night, but at least now every time I look at you… you’ll know-” your knuckles grazed across his parted lips lightly. “That there’s not a single thing separating us but this thin little dress.”
“You are cruel,” he accused, fingers trailing down to dip into the wetness of your core.
“Mmmm, wish we had time for that- you’ll have to wait till we get back,” you grasped his wrist- pulling it up. Leaning forward to suck the taste of yourself from his finger, watching as his gaze sharpened with want.
“How am I to attend the party like this?” he exclaimed, gesturing down to the sizeable bulge in his slacks.
“Hmm, not my problem,” you teased.
“Just as I suspected, cruel,” his fingers reached up to trail across your dipping neckline, lips twisting into a fond smile.
“Ah- there is one other thing, before we go,” he exited the bathroom and you hopped off the counter to follow.
“I had meant to give you this last night, however we became somewhat preoccupied.”
You watched him pull a small box from his nightstand, breath catching in your throat as he strode closer- the sweet licorice of his scent washing over you.
It would be a nice addition to your ensemble, he decided. A simple black dress that- now that he thought about it, the silky material was not dissimilar to that of his own shirt. It cut low on your neckline, delicate bows adorning each shoulder, serving as dainty straps- hem grazing your ankles. The shimmering material clung to your body, curves speaking for themselves under the thin covering.
You opened the box with shaky hands, heart squeezing tightly within your chest as you gazed at the contents.
A gleaming pearl, perfectly round and opalescent- set into a smooth, thin chain. You caressed the surface reverently, thinking it was the most perfect piece of jewelry you’d ever seen.
“Zoloste” you whispered thickly. “It’s perfect.”
Viktor beamed with satisfaction- plucking it from the crushed velvet before moving behind you. Frozen in place, you felt the heat of his back- the brush of his fingers swiping stray hairs from your neck. Undoing the clasp, he reached around your neck to settle the necklace, swiftly hooking it into place. His hot breath began murmuring in your ear, voice pouring out sweet and thick- like dark honey.
“Pearls are… the epitome of natural beauty. There is no need to shape them, to change them. They are given to us just as they should be, created perfect by nature- just as they are.”
Viktor laid a brief kiss to the base of your neck before turning you to face him.
“Lovely,” he murmured, eyes drawn to the lustrous pearl nestled neatly into the hollow of your throat. Leaning forward, he left a soft trail of kisses across one clavicle before moving to the other.
“Although we are meant to remain somewhat, eh- inconspicuous tonight. I wished for you to wear this as a reminder, I am yours… always.”
“I love you, always,” you grazed a gentle thumb against his sharp cheekbone.
“It will be the greatest challenge of my life,” he sighed dramatically.
“What?” you chuckled.
“Keeping my hands to myself,” he said, hands smoothing across your curves- reaching back to gently knead at your ass.
“Can I tie you up tonight?” you asked, eyes glinting with desire
“Tie me up?” he asked, head tilting in confusion. Had he misheard you?
“Yes,” you pressed forward into his chest. “Tonight, when we get home- I want to tie you to our bed, and make you cum again and again- until you’re messy and used and crying for me.”
He felt your lips brush against his, gently rubbing a bit of their red lacquer off onto his own- it was as close to marking him as you were going to get. “Over and over until you can’t take any more,” you felt his hardness twitch against your stomach, a thrill of satisfaction running through your veins.
“So, can I?” you asked again, more firmly this time.
“Yes,” he nodded frantically, feeling less than eloquent as his cock reached new levels of hardness in the confines of his slacks.
“Are you sure?” you asked with an air of indifference. “It doesn’t sound like you’re sure?”
“Yes, please- I want it, all of if,” he begged, pupils blown in desperation.
“Okay, I believe you,” you smiled, tugging his hand in your own. “Let’s go, we wouldn’t want to be late,” your voice sing-songed cheerfully, a sharp contrast from what he expected of your attitude before the party.
Might as well make the most of the night, you thought optimistically. Deciding that even if you couldn’t touch Viktor, you were going to tease him for all you were worth.
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