Warnings: Smut with feelings. M!Receving oral. No listener orgasm described. Minor hair pulling.
After Viktor ends up working late yet again, you go down to his lab to drag him to bed. When he's resistant, you go south.
NSFW under the cut
1:47
The bright blue number sears itself into your skull as your eyes crack open. You blink sleep from your eyes. Fumbling in the dim light, you reach for a glass of water kept on your bedside to quench the thirst that woke you. The utter silence of your room hangs heavily in the air. Faint ticking emanates from the alarm clock. ‘1:48’ it blinks. There’s no slumbering weight on the other side of the bed. No warm body. No dip in the mattress.
Viktor is working late again. At this rate, he'll burn himself out.
You shuffle out of bed. Dragging him from the lab has become more and more common these days. The stubborn man refuses to rest. You’re sure he views taking a break as admitting defeat. On top of the increasing frequency of his late nights, he’s been staying later and later. As a lab assistant, you get to see him occasionally during the day, but he’s always hunched over an equation or an invention in a way that makes you worry for his already aching back.
Ahead the laboratory door is closed. It gives you pause, unsure whether you really should be going in right now. From inside, you can't hear the usual buzz of machinery, the clanking and crashes of tinkering. Maybe he's already asleep? You knock quietly on the door before entering. He’s at his desk, back to the door. He stretches out, reaching precariously for a journal a few inches too far for him to reach. You tread over, reaching the book before he manages to topple from his chair entirely. You pick it up, handing it to him with a weary smile, which he returns.
"Ah, I could have gotten that," he comments.
"I don't doubt that you can," you reply.
That's the thing with him. If anyone offers him help, he assumes it’s because they see him as weak. Of course, you don't see him that way. He's one of the strongest men you know, but people, especially ones from Piltover are cruel. They pick out your worst attribute and make you think it's your only attribute. Not that Viktor needs the help, since he does the same all on his own. Such a brilliant man, but he's still the dumbest person you know --too stubborn to see how amazing he really is.
He glances across the lab at one of the many clocks. ‘2:02’ stares disapprovingly down at him.
"A bit late for you, no?" he asks tentatively as he flips through the pages of the notebook he had reached for.
"I could say the same for you, couldn't I?" you retort.
He waves his hand dismissively. It isn't his intention to brush you off, at least, you're pretty sure it isn't. He just gets absorbed in his work. Usually, when he gets like this you'll sit with him. Maybe you read a book, or offer help where you can, but right now, it's too late. You just want him to rest. You ache to see him stop pushing his body so hard. His suffering doesn’t make him any more worthy. He doesn’t see that.
You wrap your arms over his shoulders, resting your head next to his. He's undeterred. He reads aloud under his breath as his eyes skim the same calculation for the fifth time. As time crawls ever onward, the clock ticks later and later. Your determination to get him back to bed only increases. you press a few soft kisses to his neck, left exposed by his shirt collar. you dance your fingers across his chest, admiring the subtle details of his vest. Your hands have mapped these lines many times before.
Again you prompt him to come to bed. You carefully straighten the lapel of his shirt to make sure he’s listening. He doesn’t even spare you a glance this time. His pen taps on the table as he runs the calculation in his mind yet again. His mind is just too overactive to let him relax now. You bury your head in his neck to hide your frustration at the man for running himself into the ground like this. It kills you that he can’t --or won’t-- wind down. As you inhale the scent of sparks and oil on his clothes, you wish you could find a way to help. As you toy with the embroidery of his vest, something clicks.
You slowly unbutton the top button of his shirt for better access to his neck. He tilts his head away with a shiver. You press a tender kiss right where his jaw meets his neck. It never fails to elicit a reaction from him. You run your hands down his arms and squeeze gently. His chair squeaks slightly as you retract, once again dragging your hands over his body.
It's a bit of work to get under the desk. but once settled, it isn't all that uncomfortable. you lay your head down on Viktor's knee. when you look up, you are met with a baffled expression for the wry man.
"What exactly are you doing?" he prompts, brows pulling together with confused huff.
"Helping you relax. you've been so tense lately."
You trace your fingers tenderly up his leg, then inch up to his hips. You shuffle a bit closer, rubbing circles into the tender skin you find there. Then you drag your hands back down. You lay your palms flat on your thighs, spreading them open just enough to slot yourself in between his calves. The cool air of the lab hits you as you take a deep breath. Anticipation hangs in the air. his hand balls up into a fist on the desk as he looks down at you. A faint tinge of what might be blush dusts over his sharp cheekbones. Warmth spreads through you as you admire his face in the pale blue light. messy brown hair falls over dark eyes. Such a perfect mess already and you haven’t even started.
You take your time moving your hands back up. Tilting your head, you rest your cheek against his thigh. finally. you cup him gently through his trousers. He jolts slightly at the not entirely unexpected action, but it still manages to catch him off guard. The rhythmic sound of fabric rustling is almost soothing as you rub your palm against him. It isn’t long before you find yourself craving more. He's an easy man to crave. Lifting his shirt just slightly, a sliver of ghostly skin peeks out at you. It's enough to make you chuckle at how pretty he looks right now.
"What is so funny?" he asks, and this time it is your turn to dismiss him wordlessly.
After all, you have a job to do. Finally, you find the crest of his pants. His breath picks up as you unfasten the button. You don't have to ask, he lifts his hips just enough to help you shimmy his pants down. You can see a growing bulge now. The sight is intoxicating. His cheeks are redder, his eyes a bit wide. his lips are parted slightly as he watches on.
A flick of your wrist and he's out of his undergarments too. He’s warm in your hand, long, slim, slightly curved. The pink tip is smeared with a tiny, pearlescent drop of precum. your tongue darts out to collect it. It’s pleasantly salty, uniquely him. He gasps quietly, the breathy sound exiting his lips before he can stop himself. Then he clenches his jaw, trying to compose himself. He grasps at the edge of his desk, his slender knuckles turning white. you tongue his tip playfully, then circle back down, licking a strip up the bottom of his length. your tongue caresses a small vein, feeling his dick twitch in response. As you lavish him with attention, his hand clenches and releases against the desk. His face twists with a tentative pleasure. You flatten your tongue on his tip. He groans and his hand falls from the desk to clasp his thigh instead. Viktor has always needed that little bit of prompting to voice his desires. You know he fears being a burden. It weighs on him even in moments like these. You break from him, looking up to admire him again.
He stares down at you. His shoulders rise and fall. Each breath is a struggle. A low whine catches in the back of his throat. He regards you, eyes wide with desperation. You slide your free hand up his thigh again. You guide him to rest his hand on your head like he was itching to do. As you return to licking and sucking on his length, his fist bunches up your hair. He grasps you for support in the wake of the sensations you're providing. You offer your hand to hold and he takes it instantly. You pry groans and grunts from his throat with each bob of your head. His thighs twitch. His labored breathing slows to a crawl. His hand in yours turns rough, desperate, clawing. You look up at him. His head is tilted back, his composed demeanor shattered in lieu of pleasure. He glances down, melting when he catches your gaze.
Cum hits your tongue. His dick twitches with each splurt. It’s salty, but slightly sweet. He topples forward onto his desk, a boneless pile. He pants softly above you as you wipe a spilled drop off your cheek. His hand is still in your hair as you begin to slip out from under his desk. He releases it absently, tracing his way down your face before finally letting go.
“What was it you wanted again?” he groans weakly as he comes back to himself.
“Sleep, just sleep,” you reply with a faint smile.
As you climb out from under his desk, he stands up, straightening papers In a daze. He hooks himself onto his crutch with such force he nearly topples over. He meets your eyes with a meek smile, knowing he just showed his cards. He’s been working far too long and it shows in his motions. You walk through the darkened halls of the academy, returning triumphant with Viktor in tow and a warm bed awaiting you both.
So one of my kiddos is visiting for the weekend and we did a call ahead of time just to check in because it's our first time meeting in person. When we called he started asking me stuff like what kind of wound care materials I have, how I choke people, where is safe for me to hit. He apologized a few times for asking so many questions when he knew I was experienced and I told him something I think more young/inexperienced subs need to hear:
VET. YOUR. DOMS.
If you're playing irl don't be afraid to ask questions and quiz a dom on kink safety. Confirm that they both have the knowledge and know how to act on it. The RA in RACK is there for a reason. You and your dom both need to be aware of the risks inherent even in 'common' or 'low risk' kink activity. If you try to ask a dom questions or vet them and they respond with irritation or anger that should be a red flag. Never be afraid to protect yourself.
Adding onto this: subs vetting me and showing me they have their own knowledge of safety and technique is VERY attractive. Even if they don't have practical experience it is comforting to know that they've researched stuff! An engaged sub is a good thing!
if you push up against or cross a boundary and someone has to enforce it
don't just apologise for crossing the boundary. you also need to praise and thank them for enforcing it
standing up for yourself is hard, and enforcing a boundary might make someone feel like they're disappointing you. so praising them for expressing their boundaries takes the sting out of it
I’m not rlly an incest girlie outside some of the general normie trappings, but I’m not gonna yuck anyone’s yum about it? I’m a cnc freak and both of those basically have the same root of “what if there was someone who wanted me so bad they would do something terrible to fuck me”, pretending otherwise seems silly
like 80% of kinks involving any rp boil down to “what if someone wanted me so bad they would do something fucked up about it” and/or “what if there was a fucked up power dynamic I could exploit/be exploited by”. everyone just wants to feel wanted and in (or out of) control man and some people externalize that in off color ways, idk what to tell you
Dom drop is an emotional and physical low a Dom may feel after a BDSM scene. And can bring feelings such as depression, anxiety, or guilt.
Dom drop can come moments to days after a scene. And can last up to weeks at a time if not properly taken care of. Some people experience Dom drop often and some have never experienced it even after years of play.
Dom drop can be caused by:
- Feeling exhausted from all of the physical and/or mental work you put into a scene.
- The drop of adrenaline and dopamine after a scene.
- Disappointment if the scene didn’t go as you’d hoped.
- Doing something at your Submissive's request that conflicts with your morals.
The best way to help with Dom drop is openly communicative with your Sub and make sure that your limits are being addressed and aftercare needs being met.
Bootblacking is top level kink because it's one of the few I can think of where the nominal sub is treated as a thoughtful, knowledgeable technician from the outset.
Like, a flogging bottom might be praised for their ability to take pain and know their limits, or a rope bunny might be recognised as keeping themselves in good physical shape so they can hold complicated stress positions for longer than a novice, but even the most beginner of beginner bootblacks has learnt a little bit of materials science (Will this type of brush scratch this patent finish?), a little bit of basic chemistry (If these were last polished with a silicone wax, how do I remove that to start to bull them?), a little bit of leatherworking history (Is that natural fibre stitching on those surplused Warsaw Pact boots, will my polish rot it?) and spent time practising techniques on their own boots.
And it's one of the few kinks I can think of where the top is so immediately physically and emotionally vulnerable to the bottom in that way: I put my foot in the hands of a stranger bootblacking at a party, and I trust that they won't damage the boots I was gifted by my long-dead Master when I was 17, that they won't soak the stitching and start the rot of the boots I was wearing when I first fucked the love of my life, I trust that they'll carefully work around and treat the cuts and scuffs in the leather that I picked up wearing these same boots marshalling at a dozen prides and going toe-to-toe with strikebreakers and scabs on twenty years' worth of picket lines. The experienced bootblack can look at my soles and where my boots crease, and see that I have a weak hip, that I'm slightly bowlegged, that I don't drive and that I walk even in the weather where I'd rather not. And I trust that they'll see that worn-out, poor, slightly sad old man and still call me "sir".
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