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babe wake up new viktor fic…

based on a suggestion by @togetherhearted

Summary: Viktor gets extremely clingy when drunk, and you have a hard time not exploding at his advances.

WC: 952

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Jayce’s parties were infamous in the academy for being a little over the top. Luckily, this time it was just a small group of you, Jayce, Viktor, Mel, and Caitlyn. It was just before break and you were celebrating the new year. Jayce had constructed a giant confetti machine that would go off at midnight… Typical Jayce.

“To a brighter future!” Jayce lifted a glass of liquor for a toast and the clash of glasses was heartwarming. You hadn’t been attending the academy very long but you’d already made some great friends. Viktor and Jayce were geniuses, you knew they were going to change Piltover completely. Mel was reliable and you could go to her with anything. Caitlyn was willing to lay her life on the line for you. They were truly wonderful and you couldn’t help wondering what they saw in you.

“How many glasses is this?” you joked after sipping your drink. The bunch of you had been drinking all night and snacking like it was your job. Caitlyn had brought hot cocoa but it was never made.

“Who cares!” Mel replied cheerily, her entire drink already gone. You grinned and made your way to Jayce’s couch, finding a spot next to Viktor. A light red tint was dusting his cheeks. From the time you met him, you were entranced by Viktor. He was gorgeous and a genius. When he rambled to you about new inventions all you could do is observe in awe. His brain was beautiful and you hoped you could help him if he ever needed it. He was so young but had already accomplished so much. Yet, you never felt isolated from him. He never acted better than you, and that’s what you loved. He was a little oblivious to your feelings but it didn’t bother you much, as long as you could stay by his side.

“You doing okay, Vik?” you asked as he leaned on you, curled up under a blanket. He nodded and sunk further into you.

“He’s like that when he’s drunk,” Jayce chimed in, “Super clingy.” Your cheeks flushed when Viktor wrapped an arm around you and sank into your lap. Hesitantly you ran a hand through his hair, eliciting a soft purr from him.

“He’s like a little kitten,” Mel commented as she watched the two of you. She knew how you felt; she’d only heard it a thousand times at one of your many lunches together. You always went on and on about how amazing he was. Viktor would be lucky to have someone like you. Yet, he remained totally ignorant to not only your feelings but his own. Mel caught every look he gave you, every time he blushed when your eyes met, every subtle movement he made when talking to you. It was obvious he liked you.

“Yeah…” you whispered and began to rub Viktor’s back. Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it. You’d always wanted to pet him, to coddle him, and now you had the chance. Viktor began to sit up and you removed your hand.

“Mmm…” Viktor groaned as he scooted closer to you, practically sitting in your lap. In an instant he wrapped his arms around your neck and rested his head on your shoulder. Mel winked at you and you stuck your tongue out at her. Internally you were screaming, but you weren’t going to let your nerves ruin this moment.

“Y/N,” Viktor mewled, “You’re warm…” Viktor snuggled even further into you. This was unbearable, you could feel his warmth against your chest. Was he doing this on purpose? His closeness was driving you crazy. Sure, you only fantasized about holding him but now that it was happening you could barely function.

“T-Thanks?” you replied, your voice cracking. Caitlyn let out a laugh and poured another drink.

“Maybe it’s time he went home, Y/N,” Jayce signaled toward the door, “he won’t be awake to walk later.” You agreed and tried to push Viktor off but he only held on tighter. You laughed at his clinginess and explained it was time to go home. He groaned and slowly stood. Waving goodbye, you left Jayce’s dorm with Viktor.

“What floor are you on?”

“Yes.”

“Viktor… What room is yours?”

“Uh…” Viktor paused, his mouth wide open. You sighed and grabbed his hand. It would be fine if he stayed with you, right? It would just be for the night and you could sleep on the couch… Right now, it was more important that Viktor got the chance to sleep. So, you made your way to your room. Viktor hung onto you like a child the entire time, gripping your clothes and holding your arm. It was cute, the way he was so adamant about being next to you. Finally, you stepped through the front door and flicked on the lights.

“You’re gonna stay with me tonight, is that okay?” you whispered and helped Viktor remove his shoes. He nodded vigorously and mindlessly followed you. Once he saw the bed he collapsed. You tucked him in gently and made sure he was comfortable.

“You’ll be in my room, if you need anything, I’ll—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before he pulled you down on top of him. An audible gasp escaped your mouth as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Stay,” he whispered, “I don’t like being alone.” You knew it was because he was extremely drunk but it didn’t feel so bad to be in his arms. You protested but it only made Viktor tighten his grip.

“Y/N,” Viktor murmured, “Goodnight.”

With that, Viktor passed out, his body pressed against yours. Explaining this would be hard.

[hoiski]

in the meantime, i posted a viktor fic on my ao3

NEW INVENTION

Summary: Viktor’s been having dreams about a new creation, and you’re the perfect test subject.

WC: 3,702

⚠️ mature content; impact play, org*sm denial, ov*rstimulation, bl*w jobs

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“Viktor,” you mumbled, “Viktor, wake up…” Viktor stirred a bit, awoken by your gentle call. You’d walked in on him sleeping again. This was by no means an unusual occurrence; you’d stop by the lab to grab materials and he’d be sitting there, dead asleep. It made you wonder if he even had time to eat. Just in case he didn’t, you kept a snack at your workstation to “forget” every once in a while. You’d been working alongside Viktor developing Hextech for nearly a year now and things were going smoothly… with the technology.

“Y/N?” Viktor groaned, a deep rasp coating his voice. “Ah, did I fall asleep again?” You smiled and nodded, stroking his head. He sighed and started to sit up, still dazed.

“Did you sleep well, Vik?”

“I, uh,” Viktor’s face was barely illuminated under the pale moonlight, “I… I did.” A soft blush was upon his cheeks, growing your curiosity.

“Was your dream nice?” You always knew when he dreamt because he was a horrible liar. Yet, he never told you the contents.

“I do not recall,” Viktor coughed, trying to cover his embarrassment. He never managed to recall his dreams in front of you but Jayce filled in the gaps. See, Viktor was being ‘plagued’ with dreams of you every night, and nearly every night his reality and dreams mixed when you woke him.

“Mhm,” you smiled, sitting on the table in front of him, “May I walk you to your place?” Viktor nodded and stood, steadying himself with the table before grabbing his cane. You hopped down and walked beside him as you exited the Academy. You enjoyed the cool night air with him and strolled through Piltover to his apartment.

Click. Viktor’s key turned and his front door swung open. It seemed… lonely. He preferred to keep things sparse to avoid clutter, he had enough of it at the lab. Still, his apartment lacked something to make it feel whole. It wasn’t your place to say anything, but, you yearned to help him at least put up a nice photo.

“Goodnight, Vik,” you hugged him and turned to leave, reaching for your purse. Your purse. Ah… Your purse wasn’t here! Great. Viktor smiled at you, confused as to why you were patting yourself down.

“Vik, I forgot my purse at the lab… Can I borrow your keys?”

“It’s too late to walk there alone, I will es—“ You shook your head firmly, refusing to let him tire himself out. What a stupid move! You were so entangled in giving Viktor attention you forgot your keys, wallet, and brain at the lab.

“I’ll just borrow your keys and—“

“You cannot walk back alone, Y/N.” You groaned as he spoke; protective as always! He hated when you set foot outside alone at night, let alone walk all the way back to the lab. Just great.

“Viktor, I need to go home…” you reached out your hand, signaling for him to give you the keys. He didn’t budge and gripped the keys tightly in his left hand.

“Stay,” Viktor whispered, taking your hand in his unoccupied one. Did you hear that right? “For the night, it is, eh, not safe for you out there.” Stay? At Viktor’s? Well, it was a dream come true but you hated to impose…

“But—“

“Just stay,” Viktor said sternly, squeezing your hand. You sighed and took off your coat, hanging it by the door.

“I suppose,” you smiled, “I’ll sleep out here. Thank you, Vik.” You withdrew your hand and attempted to step into his living room.

“No.” Viktor’s amber eyes gazed into yours, twinkling gently with anticipation. No? No to what?

“Huh?” you stuttered without a thought.

“Sleep,” Viktor’s voice shook, “in the bed.”

“Viktor!” you whisper-shouted, dumbfounded at his sudden boldness. He’d never been so forward in his life except when he was working! Did Jayce put him up to this? Was this a little prank between the two of them? The thought of being up against Viktor when he slept drove you crazy, making your stomach stir.

“Y/N,” Viktor started leading you away from the door, “I, ah, do not have a couch.”

“Oh.” Of course. It was not a smooth invitation by Viktor, it was simply his complete lack of furniture. The walk to his bedroom was quiet except for the sound of his cane hitting the floor rhythmically. The apartment was nice, it was a shame he didn’t stay there often.

Viktor flicked his lightswitch on and stepped into his bedroom, closing the door behind the both of you. He immediately collapsed on the bed, threatening to fall asleep. He was still dressed in his day-clothes… perhaps he slept like this every night? In his day-clothes… alone… hungry. It worried you beyond belief. Sleep was one of his few luxuries but he was skimping on it, too.

Viktor’s hand rose to his vest button and he struggled to undo it. Without thinking, you zipped over and undid it for him. This was insane. With how close you were you could feel his heartbeat, a steady strum among your conflicted emotions. Searching for confirmation that you weren’t overstepping you glanced at Viktor, who had a soft grin on his stupidly handsome face. His pale skin was in sharp contrast to his chocolate hair, and his features were sharp and angular.

“Thank you,” he set his hand on yours, which was laying on his chest. Crack. That was the sound of you losing your sanity in the presence of this man. “I would not mind if you kept going.” Crack. You blinked and looked away from him, moving your hand to his next button. You struggled with this one a bit because of your nerves but he wasn’t impatient; quite the opposite, actually, he wanted this to last forever.

An eternity passed but you peeled his vest off, exposing his dirt-stained white button up. You leaned over him a bit more and started to undo his tie and when it was loosened Viktor let out a barely audible groan. Crack. You laid his tie aside and glanced at him before withdrawing your hands. Surely he didn’t want you to take off his shirt, right?

“Why’d you stop, Y/N?” His tone was nearly accusing, as if you’d committed a sin by not taking off a co-worker’s shirt. You wanted to respond ‘sorry’ or something similar but your voice wouldn’t come out, at all.

Instead, you shifted slightly and stood between his legs. Cautiously, you undid his shirt buttons agonizingly quick. Unlike the vest, you wasted no time as your brain pleaded for you to slow down. In no time, his shirt was off, showcasing an array of metal and straps on his torso. You ran your hands over one, shivering at the cold brass. Viktor let out soft pants with your touch, signaling his enjoyment. His gentle reactions made your veins ignite; as if molten hot lava was running through them. You shakily undid some of the larger straps, figuring he didn’t need a brace when he slept.

Your hand traveled down his chest and rested on his belt buckle. Did he need help with this, too? Your hand stayed there for a second before you began to undo his belt, the clang of it hitting the floor startling the both of you. It was just his pants left… Was this okay? Finally, you began to undo his trousers but a firm hand stopped you, causing you to jolt.

“I can take them off,” Viktor rested on his elbows, “Thank you for your, eh, help.”

“Ah! Of course! I got,” you gulped, “carried away.” Viktor smiled and ran a hand across your cheek; you shuddered. “Goodnight, Vik.” You withdrew from between his legs and made your way to the other side of the bed. You laid down, facing away from him as best you could.

“Mmm,” he slid off his pants, “Mind helping me one more time?” Your heart stopped dead in its tracks. Your gazes met and yours eventually drifted to his lower body. If this were any normal circumstance you’d first have noticed his augmented leg but instead the first thing you noticed was his bulge, which was clearly straining against his boxers.

“W-What with?” you stammered, nails digging into your palms because of how tightly you were clenching your fists.

“The light,” Viktor slyly smiled, knowing he was pushing you to the edge, “I have trouble sleeping with it on.” You nodded and slipped out of his bed, flicking the light switch. Instead of the lights simply going out two candles behind the bed lit, casting a soft glow onto Viktor’s blushing face. This must be a new invention of his to avoid having to put on a nightlight all the time, smart.

“Goodnight,” you smiled weakly in an attempt to maintain composure. Viktor nodded and watched you walk back to the bed, hunger festering in his eyes. Crack. You were going to lose your mind trying to push away unsaintly thoughts… You finally laid next to him and felt his warmth beside you.

“Are you going to stay in your work clothes?” Right, you made this big deal of getting rid of his that you were still in a skirt and turtleneck. “Surely they’re uncomfortable, no?” Hah… You sat up and shook your head; you’d had enough excitement for the night. It was time to rest (though it was unclear how you’d be able to after what had just unfolded.)

“Do you need help as well?”

“No, Viktor, it’s… I’m fine,” you said coldly before laying back down. You swear you caught a grimace on Viktor’s face as he turned to face you. Had you upset him with your rejection to get stripped? No, he probably was just tired.

“I see,” Viktor’s voice was soft, “Very well, then.” The silence between the two of you was making it hard to breathe, or maybe it was your tights; no, surely it was the tights! “Goodnight.” Finally some calm—

Your thoughts were interrupted when his arm draped over your waist, making you choke back a gasp. It was nice, but what was he playing at? Unsure, you placed a hand against his chest. His heartbeat was fast, too, in much contrast to his calm composure. You ghosted your hand over his nipple as he placed a hand firmly on your clothed hip.

“Viktor, what do you want?” you whispered, “You’re acting strange.”

“Is it so strange?” Viktor’s voice was smooth and sultry, “To touch you?” As he spoke, his hand drifted north to the swell of your chest. You gasped softly when he gave a gentle squeeze.

“N-No, I just,” you could barely speak from the simplest of touches, “I didn’t think you’d want to, you know.”

“I only dream of it every time I sleep,” Viktor cooed, gazing into your half-lidded eyes. You knew he dreamt of you but you figured it was in a silly sort of co-worker way where you maybe messed up blueprints or gave him a coffee! You never let it cross your mind that it was in a sexual way. The heat in your core grew just thinking about the implications.

“Must not be often, huh?” you joked in an attempt to break the tension building between the two of you. You didn’t want to pry into his dreams, no, you wanted him to re-enact them. You slid your hand down to his stomach, running circles on it with your thumb. Viktor grinned; his skin was hot to the touch, making your fingertips burn. He was far too dangerous with the look he was giving you. His cold hand began to run to the hem of your shirt before snaking up your back. You hesitated before taking it off. Viktor inched closer and unclasped your bra after a few tries. The cold night air against your bare chest was intoxicating before his hand landed on your chest again. This time, he ran a thumb over a hardened nipple before rolling it between his fingers. In response, you let out a gentle moan and rocked your hips at the contact.

“Am I dreaming now?” Viktor groaned, running his free hand across your cheek. You shook your head and decided to prove this was better than any dream he’d be able to conjure. In an instant you had him on his back and you hovered above him, your tight skirt bunched at your hips. Viktor’s breath hitched as you leaned down and kissed him, gasping into his mouth as he kneaded your breast. His fingers were thin but long, allowing him to reach every inch of your chest. His other hand ran down your side and landed on your hip before moving to the center of your stomach, threatening to sink lower.

You unzipped your skirt and slipped it off quickly, the same with your tights. They fell aside and you took your place above Viktor once again. You could feel him against you, melting into your skin. You place your hands on his chest and rolled your hips, warranting a buck of his own. The pressure made you moan softly. Viktor’s smile widened as he placed both hands on your hips, forcing you to roll against him again. You jerked, the pleasure surging through you wasn’t much but it was intense enough to cause a strangled moan to escape your lips. He moved you faster, thrusting against you every so often. Viktor let out his own low groans as you worked against him.

“More,” you panted, “ Let me give you more, Vik.” His amber eyes narrowed and he loosened his grasp on your hips. His gaze was as intense as ever, as if you were a new contraption he just couldn’t figure out.

Viktor opened his mouth to speak but he was sharply cut off when you shimmied his boxers down. Your hand hit the cold surface of his augmented leg; it was intimidating but very uniquely Viktor.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice weak, “Are you… not scared?” Your heart stopped. Was he afraid you’d judge him for his augments? In all honesty, they were insanely cool.

“Scared?” you met his eyes, which held a hint of sadness, “Of what?” Viktor leaned forward and cupped your face, the gentle embrace a reminder of his usual demeanor.

“My body,” his forehead touched yours, “You don’t have to touch me.” You laughed faintly and pecked his forehead to comfort him; he was the furthest thing from scary that you could think of. He was beautiful, dedicated, and intelligent. You had no reason to be scared of such a perfect man. His body was as magnificent as he was, it was a true amalgamation of what made Viktor so enticing.

“I could never be scared of you, Vik.”

You withdrew from Viktor’s touch and ghosted over his member. He twitched from your delicate touch, threatening to boil over in anticipation. You took a more firm grip on him and leaned close to the tip. Viktor watched intently and ran a hand on your cheek. You smiled and kissed his cock, pre-cum sweet on your lips. Never breaking eye contact you wrapped your mouth around him and began to move up and down, twisting a hand at his base as you moved a little too slow. Viktor shivered and took a handful of hair. Needing to feel a sense of control he began to move your head up and down. Deep groans and strained gasps began to escape Viktor’s mouth and you moved more intensely, running your tongue around the sides of him. The sounds were magical, he looked angelic; a deep blush spread down his face and neck to his chest and his eyes were rolling back in his head as he neared climax. You could feel his breathing become more erratic as he twitched under you.

“F-Fuck…” he stammered a rare curse. Viktor pressed your head further down as he climaxed in your mouth, his warm seed spreading to every inch of your mouth. For a moment, you coughed before pulling away. You crawled closer to his face and took a very deliberate gulp. Without another moment your lips connected once again, melding together into one. As you devoured him he ran his hand to your lower abdomen before slipping it into your underwear. You broke away from the kiss and leaned into Viktor, biting his neck. His fingers inched closer to your wet core and you could barely take it.

“Viktor, please,” you begged breathily into his ear. You could practically feel his cocky smile.

“Please what?” Viktor replied, hovering over your clit. You whined and pressed against him in an attempt to find friction. “Use your words, Y/N.”

“Touch me,” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear. A soft chuckle fell from his lips.

“I didn’t catch that.” You hit a hand against his chest in frustration. This was embarrassing! Was he out to humiliate you?

“Please,” you whined, “Touch me…” Viktor made contact with your nub and you immediately jolted at the suddenness of his movements. He drew quick circles on your clit, making your breathing strain and you clawed into his back, nails digging into his skin. You bucked your hips against his hand, begging for more of him. He quickly took the hint and moved his hand lower. Viktor’s finger slipped into your entrance and a wave of pleasure washed over you. Carefully, he flipped you into your back and took your bottoms off. At a much better angle now, he slipped two fingers in and placed his thumb on your clit. The pressure was amazing as he worked his fingers in and out of you, never letting up on your nub. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he pleasured you. It wasn’t long before you felt your high approaching; Viktor knew, too.

“Viktor, I’m gonna—“ you began before he pulled his fingers out of you. A whimper escaped your lips. Viktor had on his signature cocky smile that he’d put on when he had a new idea. You groaned and inched close to him.

“Would you like to try something out?” Viktor whispered into your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine.

“This feels like a trap,” you smiled at him. Viktor shuffled around in a bedside drawer and withdrew an object emitting the soft blue light of a hexcore. You raised an eyebrow, confused as to why he was using hextech during such an intimate moment.

“It’s something I invented,” Viktor paused, “It came to me in my dreams; a new invention.” He moved the object closer to your face. It was round and at the very tip a clue core sat, locked in place by a metallic holder. You reached out for it but Viktor withdrew.

“What does it do?” you quizzed. Viktor flicked a switch and the core began to vibrate, a steady pulse. Your eyes widened as he put it closer to your slit. “Viktor, is it safe?”

“As far as I know…” he mumbled. You covered your eyes as the cold hexcore pressed against your clit, the pulsing sending waves of pleasure through your system. You couldn’t help but moan at the intensity. At the same time, Viktor reinserted his fingers, matching the pulse of the hextech device. You gasped at his touch and began to claw at his arm as more and more pleasure surges through you, lightning crackling under your skin. Without working your world turned white as a climax tore through you. Viktor turned up the intensity of the tech as your climax continued. Shaking, you dug your fingernails into his wrist and pulled the device away. It was too much; he was too much.

“What… Was that?” you choked while trying to catch your breath.

“It’s a personal project,” Viktor smiled and leaned down to kiss you, “I’ve been waiting for a willing subject.” He kissed down your jaw and sucked on your neck, leaving light marks in his wake. You couldn’t even protest, too busy catching your breath and reorganizing your thoughts.

“Viktor,” you called out gently, “I need you inside.” Viktor turned a light red at your request. You could barely make out your surroundings but one thing was for sure: you needed him.

“Are you sure?” Viktor responded, a hint of hesitation in his voice. You nodded furiously and inched closer to him. Viktor hesitated before lining himself up with your opening. Gently, he pressed the tip of himself against you, eliciting a groan from the both of you. He grumbled something about the position and quickly flipped you over so your ass was in the air. Without warning, he pushed into you. You gripped onto the sheets for dear life as he pounded back and forth into you. To better the angle he held into your arm.

“Let me see your face,” he cooed. You obeyed and looked back at him. He ran his hand under your torso and lifted you enough to kiss. His pace slowed as your tongues intertwined. You pulled away and he immediately sped up again. A harsh slap on your ass made you moan and tighten around him.

“Viktor—“ you stuttered, barely able to say his name.

“Not until I say,” he replied. As he continued moving in you he began to stimulate your already sensitive clit. You could feel an orgasm rising in you; you weren’t sure you could even ask for permission to come at this point.

“Viktor please,” you whimpered, “please, please, please.” Viktor smiled at your begging.

“Come.” In an instant you were pushed over the edge. His commanding tone, his control, his passion… It was too much. You collapsed, heaving. Not long after Viktor pulled out and pumped his own cock. His cum spilled onto your back. His warm seed was somewhat comforting as he collapsed beside you. Using a tissue he wiped off your back and then pulled you close. You nuzzled close as he ran circles on your back.

His new invention was a success.

[hoiski]

i am obsessed with Viktor but i have no ideas ;-; please give me suggestions for fics!!! it would mean a lot

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[hoiski]

STAYING HUMBLE || artem wing x reader

based off of the staying humble card

notes: this is a port from my ao3! please check the tags, as this is an adult work.

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After working with Artem for nearly a year, you’d been able to get closer with him on a professional level. In contrast, there was little you knew about him. His demeanor was also cool and collected, and his usual monotone voice hinted at no emotion. Other employees knew little about him and held the same question you did; how did he become such an impressive attorney at only 29?

You began your walk to the office, it was Saturday so the district wasn’t too busy, thank goodness. Just as you rounded the corner to the law firm a large figure bumped into you, causing you to stagger on your feet.

“Miss? Are you okay?” the figure called out as you regained your balance.

“Ah, yes, thank you… Oh, are those packages for the firm?”

“Mhm, Artem Wing to be exact.” A package of Artem? It must be case files; still, the package was abnormally large to just be case files. You glanced at the package and sure enough, the label read “Artem Wing.”

“Is it alright if I take those for him? He’s usually not in the office on weekends,” you began, showing him your keycard, “I work here as well.”

“You’re an attorney as well?” the delivery man smiled, “Lots of young talent these days!” Without another word, the man handed the obnoxiously large package to you. It was heavy, as well. Whatever case Artem was about to work on was a big one for sure.

You struggled to scan your keycard and made your way to Artem’s office; you didn’t bother to knock since he wasn’t in. Silently, you slipped in and went to set the package on his desk. A familiar figure was hunched over it, feverishly writing.

“Ah, Mr. Wing! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be here…” you felt heat creep up your face in embarrassment. You swiftly turned around to exit his office before you heard his voice call to you.

“Y/N, stay awhile, I’ve some things to discuss with you,” Artem’s voice was somewhat distressed, he sounded exhausted. You turned back around and made your way to his desk, sitting opposite him. Close up, you noticed his tie had been loosened and the top button of his shirt was undone. It was unusual to see him so casual.

“Are you sure? I’d hate to intrude…” Artem looked up at you and set his pen aside.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N, I’ve been itching for a break.” A gentle heat rose fell on your cheeks at his words. Both of you began to relax a little, enjoying each other’s company. Artem was your boss, but you never felt tense around him.

“Can I get you anything?” Artem rose from his seat, stretching his arms.

“No, no… I’m okay! I should be the one asking you!” you replied, “You’re always working so hard, Mr. Wing, it’s admirable.” Artem scoffed in response, unaccepting of praise.

“You’re here on a Saturday as well, Y/N,” Artem took a cup from beside the water dispenser and began to fill it, “You’re working just as hard…” Artem’s voice trailed off, as if he wanted to say something more.

“I just want to please you. You’re my boss and mentor, afterall.” Artem hummed and sat back down, sipping his water. You couldn’t help but notice his adam’s apple bobbing in sync with his sips.

“Please me?” Artem’s voice lowered and his sapphire eyes looked up at you, a slight smirk on his lips.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that… I mea—,” you were swiftly cut off as Artem leaned over the desk, mere inches from your face. Startled, you backed up.

“S-Sir?” you stumbled over your words, flustered. To close the distance, Artem shot up, his strong arms planted firmly on the desk. Paper’s crumpled underneath his slim yet manly hands. Through his shirt your caught a glimpse of his muscular build. A heat began to pool between your legs.

“Y/N,” Artem’s stern voice echoed in your mind, “You’ve been working so hard, don’t you deserve a reward?” Your lips parted before you snapped back into reality and stood, making your way to the door. A loud click came from it just as you went to turn the knob.

“Sir… I should really get back to work...”

“Take a break with me. Destress,” Artem leaned back in his chair and beckoned you over. As if possessed, you began to walk toward him. He was attractive with sharp features; his usual neatly styled hair now had loose strands everywhere. You walked up to his chair, the ache in your stomach growing.

“Good girl,” Artem smirked, “So obedient.”

“Ah!” you jumped as he ran a hand up your torso, “Don’t say such things.. you’re my boss, Mr. Wing.”

“Then think of this as an order, Y/N,” Artem withdrew his hand and leaned back, “Undress.”

“Huh?” your eyes widened, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“Strip.”

Your mind became fuzzy, racing with a million thoughts. You looked down at Artem, a wide smirk on his face. His expression made you restless and anxious, if that was possible. Hesitantly, you began to unbutton your blouse. His cold eyes concentrated on your trembling hands, a satisfied expression settling on his face. Occasionally stumbling, you worked off your pure-white buttondown. With your torso and bra now exposed, you felt an undeniable heat between your legs.

“I didn’t give you permission to stop, Y/N.” His tone startled you but you continued, unzipping your pencil skirt and allowing it to fall and pool at your ankles. Artem moved closer and rested his hands on your sides. His cold touch made you shiver. Forcefully, he pulled you nearer to him and moved an hand to your ass, lifting you onto his lap, causing you to gasp. Beneath you, you felt his erection pressing against his trousers.

“Good job,” Artem pulled you closer, his hot breath against your ear, “You’re beautiful.” Unintentionally you let out a soft mewl of his name. He began to twitch under you, feeding your arousal. He slipped his hands down to unbutton his loosen his tie, sliding it off swiftly. You trailed your hand down Artem’s chest and began to unbutton his shirt, his chiseled chest revealed.

“Desperate?” Artem whispered. Silently, you shamefully nodded and unbuckled his designer belt. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down, revealing tight-fitting boxers. His length was more visible now, and it was impressive. He really was Mr. Perfect.

Shakily, you removed yourself from Artem’s lap and kneeled before him, slipping his boxers off. His erection sprang out and he exhaled sharply. Holy shit. Hungrily, you grasped his length with your right hand and teased the tip of it, eliciting a soft groan from him. You moved closer and licked the base slowly, gripping his thighs for support. Tired of your teasing, Artem grabbed your hair and held your mouth above his cock. You barely had time to react before he shoved your head down. A choked escaped you but started to take him at your own pace, his grip tightening from pleasure. With each bob of your head and movement of your hand caused him to twitch. He began to speed you up, making sure you tasted every inch of him.

“F-Fuck…” he groaned, bucking his hips simultaneously, and his warm seed filled every corner of your mouth. You pulled away and swallowed hard, sure to catch even the cum running down your chin. He was panting, head rolled back and resting on the back of his chair. “So good…” he mumbled.

He leaned towards you once again, hoisting you up. Immediately, you knew exactly what he wanted. Without hesitation you positioned yourself on his lap, your clothed heat rubbing against him. The friction made you moan. Impatient, Artem grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and snipped at the sides of your panties before tossing them to the floor.

“Artem!” you yelled, “Those were expensive!”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” Artem smiled, “They wouldn’t have lasted long no matter what.” You blushed at his words and gripped his toned forearms. Slowly, you hoisted yourself over his cock. You hesitated but had no time to adjust before Artem grabbed your hips and plunged into you. You moaned loudly as he filled you up, reaching the deepest parts of your womanhood. He steadily moved your body up and down and you rocked your hips back and forth. With each movement you let out loud moans and incoherent strings of his name and curses.

“So good, Artem,” you moaned; Artem’s cock began to twitch inside you. You had no time to react before he pulled out and lifted you up, slamming you on his desk.

“Such slutty words, Y/N… I’ll treat you like one, then.” You choked on your own breath as Artem slammed into you, shaking the entire desk. He cut the center of your bra and threw it to the side. Keeping the same pace, he leaned down and began to kiss and suck on your nipple, his other hand teasing you in his mouth’s absence.

“Artem! Fuck!” You managed to choke out his name; this was beyond pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his strong torso and he began to piston faster and deeper. His lips pulled away from your nipple and he stabilized himself. Suddenly, he slapped your breast, a red handprint appearing afterward. You could feel your stomach tightening.

Artem teased your clit, rubbing circles on it. Lightning shot through your body at his intense touch. It was too much.

“Artem… I’m gonna—” you shrieked as euphoria swept through your body. Your back arched and Artem groaned, coming soon after. His hot cum filled you but you were too lost in pleasure to care.

“A-Artem…” you mumbled as he pulled out, leaving you empty. His seed dripped out of you and he lapped it up, giving your clit quick licks. You shook at the sensation before collapsing, your entire body relaxed. Artem smiled and slid his boxers back on before scooping you up, bridal style. You nuzzled into him and he placed you on a couch adjacent his desk.

“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered before covering your bare body with a blanket he kept for late-nights. You mumbled a response but your head was too foggy to form anything comprehensive. Artem kisses your forehead and returned to his desk, resuming his work.

How admirable.

[eledritch]

10 Tips for Writing (Good) Smut

so. let’s do this.

About a year ago, I had to read a book for my school’s summer reading assignment called How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas Foster. It’s not a bad book, pretty decent actually, but there was this one chapter about sex scenes in literature. And one of the first sentences was along the lines of “writing sex is boring.”

and I did a double-take. Bc in my experience, that is absolutely not the case, and if you do find yourself bored while writing smut, then you’re not doing it right. See, Thomas’s main argument was that there’s only so many ways you can write sex scenes, because there’s only so many sex acts you can choose from. (My boy Thomas is clearly a vanilla dude, but let’s not hold that against him.) 

But one of the most important things to keep in mind while writing smut is that it’s not necessarily just about the act itself. So while Thomas is right that there are limits as to how many ways ppl can have sex, he failed to realize that writing sex is about a LOT more than that. And I’m gonna prove it to you.

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