Warnings: Heats, suppressants, AOB, light swearing, Viktor’s not dying but still disabled, reader has chronic pain, plus size reader, nesting, Older Viktor, Professor Viktor, artistic reader, age gap reader is in their 20s +, smut? Haven’t decided yet
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Viktor appeared at your door the next night. A packed suit case behind him, you flush a bit knowing what you asked him to do, it isn’t conventional for an unmated alpha to stay with an unmated omega during her coming off period and a potential heat. You’re stewing over at how bad it all looks, but when you go to open your mouth and say anything he shoots you a look with those honey golden eyes and you shut up. You can’t deny that you’re calmer now, your mind isn’t racing or panicking and you can sleep easier knowing he’s there, on the pull out bed. You feel bad for making him stay there, with his bad leg you’re unsure if it’s even comfortable, your mother said to but it incase you have friends wanting to stay over, that rarely happens. Viktor tends to things on his laptop on the small kitchen table, he always has his brows furrowed when he’s deep in thought, scribbling away on his notepads or typing quickly. It’s a soothing sound, pencil against paper, key taps filling your room. You don’t speak much, but you don’t mind it, you figured he was always the quieter type when working or in general, though sometimes you get into conversations about his work or your art casually when he isn’t busy. It’s a quiet evening, you’ve gotten used to his presence and find yourself wanting him to never leave. He sits at the kitchen table, his things spread out there, you’re surprised at how messy he can be even if he tries to organise things, it’s quite sweet you think. You on your arm chair by the pull out bed a book in your hand. You notice he stops typing and your eyes flick to his, his nose flares a bit and his eyes snap to yours.
“Your heats coming” he says and you frown sniffing yourself, you can’t sense anything or feel anything.
“How do you know?” You ask and he chuckles softly.
“I know” he says and the words make you frown.
“You’ve- done this before?” You ask out of curiosity and mild jealousy.
“With an old partner” he says and you flush a bit. Of course he’s been with other people, other omegas, Jesus Christ get a grip on yourself.
“Oh” you answer and instantly curse yourself silently, you watch his eyebrow raise ever so slightly.
“I’ll uh, have a shower” you stand up quickly and shuffle to the bathroom. You close the door and turn the fan on running a hand down your face at your antics. You can’t get jealous over past people, everybody has past partners, he’s not even your alpha! hell he’s probably gone through countless of ruts! Your face flushes at the thought and you quickly busy yourself with turning the shower on and stripping. You stand under the water and sigh a bit leaning your head against the tile. It’s the heat talking that’s it, your hormones are gonna go haywire and it’s gonna get a hella of a lot worse. Why did you ask him? Why did you run to him in a midst of panic? Why did he say yes? Out of pity? Does he even realise you have no idea what you’re doing? That even with the heat you’ve got no clue on sexual relations besides getting yourself off with your fingers?! You take a deep breath trying to calm yourself. Gods he probably doesn’t even want you like that, you insulted his work practically, you’re hardly classed as a pretty petite omega their alpha can throw around if needed. You poke your stomach, watching it go in then out and glare at it. Self love is a hard thing when the world makes you feel unwanted. Maybe you should tell him to go, you wouldn’t want to be stuck here with you going through your first mature heat either. You leave the shower, dry off and head to your room awkwardly before getting dressed and falling on your bed. Your body grows tired easily before you find yourself asleep.
You wake up with a small groan wondering why it’s so damn hot and this bed is suddenly uncomfortable. You sit up, kick off your sleep pants and stare at the boring bed with a look of disgust before you get up and strip it. You flick your light on unaware of the alpha in your couch and start making a nest out of instinct. You raid your linen cupboard in your bedroom and begin making a nest on your bed glad your beds to one side and against the wall. You don’t feel the eyes watching you from the door way, too focused on making this nest.
He wasn’t asleep, he heard your groan, saw the light flick on then a lot of shuffling. Your scent is stronger now and it’s keeping every ounce of self control he has to not do anything. He’s filled with alpha pride that you chose him to stay with you. Seeing you panicked reeking of scared omega in his lab in the middle of the night confirmed all his thoughts of him wanting you, the trust you put in him, subconsciously seeking your alpha out even if he wasn’t just yet. He leans against the door way keeping the pressure off his bad leg as he watches you make a nest with a hazed look in your eyes. You get unhappy when something doesn’t sit right, either throwing it off the bed or slapping it into place. To anyone else it would be funny to watch, to him it brings out a deep primal feeling of satisfaction watching his omega prepare. When you finally stop your hands on your hips as you stare of it unhappily your fingers tapping against your hip. He realises now you’re in a tank top and underwear, your sleep pants kicked across the room probably because you got hot. He knows he shouldn’t disturb you during such a time but the frown on your face is getting harsher by the second.
“Omega?” He coaxes gently and you jolt looking to him with wide eyes. You stutter gesturing to your nest, run a hand through your hair gesture around some more before giving up. It makes him smile as he limps closer having left his cane by the couch.
“What is it?” He asks softly.
“It’s not- right” you huff gesturing to your now made nest.
“What isn’t right about it?” He presses knowing how particular omegas can be when making their nests.
“It’s not-“ your hands make a fist and he knows you’re struggling with heat clouding your thoughts it’s likely even worse. Your skin has a light flush to it and he can see a slow layer of sweat forming. Your scent though, it’s spiked and sweet and mouth watering, he itches to have you in that nest right now but knows that won’t end well so he opts for gently contact.
You feel a slender hand covering your fisted one, and slender fingers guiding you to look at him.
“The shape?” He asks and you look back to it shaking your head.
“Softness?” You shake your head again having laid down your softest blankets on there.
“Scent?” He asks and you glance to it, then him, then back to the nest. It smells like you obviously, but also your laundry detergent, but it doesn’t have his scent.
“Wait here” he says gently before limping out of your room. You feel bad making him put up with your antics before he returns with a dark blue blanket. You tilt your head slightly mouth opening a bit.
“This is from my bed, I use it every night, it should smell like me” he holds it out to you and your mind stops. You take it carefully heart pounding in your chest, you press your nose to it without thinking breathing him in deeply a shuddering calm washing over you. You flush and stop once you realise what you’re doing, he doesn’t look grossed out, disgusted, judgmental, there’s a gentle look in his eyes and a small twitch of his lips before he nods to your nest. You thank him quietly before moving to your nest and laying it over the top, something settles in you and you sigh in relief feeling the agitation leave.
“You’re good at this” you say embarrassed.
“I’ve had experience with omegas yes, but every omega is different” he says smiling gently.
“Well you knew what I needed in an instant” you scoff out a laugh.
“Because I watch” he says softly limping closer his hands lifting to brush fly aways back down.
“I watched how you’ve been acting these last few days” he adds and you feel your cheeks warm.
“I see the over thinking and anxiety, but the calmness in the quiet, how you prefer a soft to touch blanket over your quilt for warmth, how you wake up, get breakfast and sit in your chair for a five minutes then start eating, you miss lunch, but snack during the day, I watch how you forget where you put things then mentally scold yourself when you find them” his fingers gently trace your cheek and jaw as he speaks.
“I notice how your scent sweetens when we talk” he whispers and you feel your cheeks warm even more and look away.
“I watched and learned omega, you trusted me to be here with you during a vulnerable time, I’m going to do my dam-nest to make sure I do it right” he says letting his hand fall back to his side. You notice how he favours one side due to his bad leg, the swirl of emotion in his golden honey eyes, his thick brows and high cheeks.
“Can I-?” You trail off a bit.
“You can” he says and you huff.
“I didn’t even say what I wanted” you sass lightly.
“You still can” he says with a small smirk matching your sass.
“I wanted to hug you” you say quietly.
“I know I’m a little sweaty and I’m going into heat-“ he cuts you off his arms wrapping around your shoulders and bringing your head to rest on his chest. You sigh and melt into him instantly careful not to lean into him too much but just enough. He smells delicious up close and with your heat it’s heightened, that undertone of alpha, coffee and amber. You find yourself wanting to nuzzle into his neck breathe him in there where his scent is the strongest. Despite his lean frame you find out he’s quite strong and sturdy, probably from physical therapy or something you wonder. You feel him lean his weight onto you a bit and away from his leg, you tighten your hold on him offering support and he chuckles gently against your hair.
“Sweet omega” he whispers and you feel yourself warm up and his body tense slightly as if he didn’t mean to let that slip. You figure you should let go so you do, reluctantly and he pulls back as well. You notice a faint blush on his cheeks and feel your heart rate pick up.
“I’ll um, let you get back to sleep and off your leg” you smile and he nods in response.
“Goodnight” he says.
“Goodnight” you mumble as he limps out your room. You listen to the pull out bed creak under his weight before you flick your light off and crawl into your nest. His blanket is over top you, wrapped around, your nose pressed to the soft fabric as you smile and feel yourself drift off to sleep again.
this is some companion art i made for my fanfic “all these things that i’ve done” on ao3 [omega!jayce/alpha!viktor ABO m/m explicit]
if you’ve read it lmk but it recently hit over 20k views and so as a Valentine’s Day gift to the readers, i wanted to celebrate by sharing some art for the latest chapter <3
Warnings: F/M, F/M/M, M/M (we get two sex scenes in this one, yay)
P in V sex, oral sex, handjobs, blowjobs, creampie, frotting, slight choking kink, kinda fluffy + a little bit of existential dread at the end maybe(?)
A/N: Thank you all for the patience fr fr. I'm even going to try and excuse myself, I'm just bad at organizing fic updates + irl life, sowwy
All replies, likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
Word count: 4.6k
Divider by @ saradika-graphics
“To my knowledge it is the Alpha’s role to provide their mates with gifts,” Viktor paused, looking at the intricate details engraved on his collar “Not the omega’s”.
The metaphorical weight of the collar struck him first, that is if he understood correctly what you were implicitly trying to tell him and Jayce. Any other piece of jewelry could have been passed off as a normal gift, even a ring could have been more subtle.
Then came the realization of the actual physical sensation of golden vines and flowery rivulets under his fingertips. Polished sheets of gold, smoothed out until the division between plaques was indistinguishable, making him ruminate around for the answer to the question you were quietly asking.
Your own silky ‘hmm’ broke the intimate hush previously hanging in the room, a product of Viktor’s acknowledgement.
The summer wind blew not-so-silently outside his residence, emphasizing every movement, every breath taken in the room. Even though the windows encasing the three of you were considerably big, barely any light filtered through the glass panes. Only the few stranding blotches of warm light managed to illuminate anything other than the carpeted floor.
The orange glimmer extended up to the feet of the bed, where Jayce kept fumbling while buckling his own collar, hoping neither you nor Viktor wouldn’t notice how hard it was for him to concentrate as he cast down his lingering gaze on you two.
A pace or two passed before you decided to simply chuckle in response to your Alpha’s comment, once more leaving the question pending in the air as you walked over to the vanity. Each step you took resonated in the room, not quite dissipating the tension, rather relishing in it.
For now, you limited yourself to grabbing a dusty mirror cast away in the far corner of the dressing table, left behind by its owner after one of his many escapades to Viktor’s home. Just like any other piece of paraphernalia in Piltover, the hand mirror too held many intricate engravings. Most of them were left meaningless after time had erased the symbolic connotation of its elements: stars, moons, and letters scattered around the silver handle and frame.
Yet, isn’t that the same reason why objects such as those are all the more valuable? Because its meaning can be lost if there is no one there to interpret it?
At least you thought so, that’s why you could not let any other person in charge of their collars. They were simply too personal to explain. Too precious to let other hands taint the materials.
Too intimate, said simply.
As soon as you brought the mirror over to your own face, you saw it: a blurry reflection of Viktor sitting still behind you, furrowed brows while deep in thought.
Viktor prided himself in saying he was discreet, a level-headed man that knew how to react according to the situation. Jayce and you, on the other hand, questioned if he had ever looked at himself in a mirror. His every thought might as well have been captioned as either his expressions or his body language would often betray the façade.
Then his eyes moved over to you, almost echoing the gears turning in his head.
Now all the nights you had insisted on staying back at the lab late at night made sense to him, along with your sudden disappearances in the middle of the day. If he had to be honest, it was the latter that had him on edge. Viktor tended to prepare for worst-case scenarios before thinking of other possible causes to your absences. Thinking the worst, even if highly unlikely for you to try and distance yourself from either him or Jayce willingly.
A few seconds passed before the pitter patter of your feet announced your presence as you made your way towards Viktor, your hand gracing the side of his face while you walked past his side and crouched right where his peripheral vision failed to see you.
There was a grace –Jayce insisted, even if you denied it– in which you walked around the space, commanding everyone’s attention at your every whim. Your Alpha, especially, loved the way you would pace around the wooden chair he usually sat on; how you held both their hearts in your hands.
You savored the silence still swaying in the room before finally deciding to dignify your mate’s inquiry with words rather than actions “Is it a sin to pamper my mates, now?” The mirror plopped on the palm of his hand, punctuating the cheek in your tone.
His hands were fast to clean the everpresent layer of dust obstructing the view, hoping to gain a better view of the collar currently draped across his neck. Your handiwork depicted a pattern of entwined snapdragon vines accentuated by tiny little pieces of diamond and other crystals he could only guess you had made yourself in the lab.
How much time could you possibly have invested in these pieces of art, he wondered.
Viktor turned his face lightly, letting the shimmering light of the afternoon hit the golden details easily lost to the untrained eye.
The collar that sat perfectly over his neck had obviously been made by expert hands, carefully covering the mating bites that Jayce and, of course, you, had given him just last night.
Every nook and cranny was proof of endless hours of intensive care to detail; even the leather had received special treatment, as noted by the way the edges had been softened so as to not hurt whomever was using the accessory, even with a bite as recently made as his.
Looking even closer, hidden below the golden pieces, were all of your initials written in delicate lettering; framed by various lamium galeobdolon buds, or yellow archangels, as Jayce preferred to call them.
They were the same flowers he had given you and the brown-haired Beta a couple of years back when you officially started courting.
Soft fingers traced the top of Viktor’s collar –slowly, desperately careful– until you reached his throat. Your velvety touch made a familiar heat reach his face, more so when he caught your attentive gaze already looking directly at his eyes through the mirror.
There he saw sin itself; a feline smile etched itself on your lips, just on the verge of it reaching your ears.
Your insistence on him being sat down while he received your gift made sense, too. His back was pressed tightly against your chest, letting him feel your omegan purr as you wrapped your arms around him.
Adding to that the way Jayce’s scent filled the air, Viktor swore he could die in peace right then and there, so long as he got to live in this moment forever and always.
Then your Beta’s scent also reached your nose, clearly just as interested in your attention as Viktor.
Jayce sat on the edge of Viktor’s bed, still trying to hook the metal prong into one of the leathery holes while failing miserably. And how could he not when he had such a view of his mates?
A part of him knew it was natural for packs to form. All denominations had a place in society, something about biology making sure the pups would be well cared for or something. Yet nothing could have possibly prepared him for the pull he felt towards the pair in front of him.
Something in the way you all met –clashing into each other’s lives and changing the entire course of his existence– made him believe in destiny. A force greater than any of you that had to make sure you ended up in the same place, at the same time. It had to be fate.
Only to be set in stone by you when you gifted him, and Viktor, these collars.
A step, then another inched closer and soon your shadow hovered over his entire figure, a caricature of how usually it’d be him towering over you. His hand was engulfed by yours as you, softly, pulled away from your Alpha’s grasp and into your Beta’s arms. You left just enough space for Jayce to be able to lean lightly on his forearm while you worked on fastening the buckle he had long forgotten about.
“I would be very offended if you weren’t as lost in a trance as you are right now” You hushed, playfully poking at his reddened face.
“Why?” He was fast to question, clearly thrown off by your remark.
“Any other packmate would take it as you refusing the bond, don’t you think?” He mumbled, trying to come up with excuses, none of which dared come out of his mouth when your lips were so close to his “You’re lucky I know you well enough to be sure you’re just… too hot and bothered from looking at Viktor and I to finish putting it on on your own”
“Might I present ‘excited’ as a replacement? I find ‘hot and bothered’… lacking” Viktor’s voice loomed from the chair behind you “I believe my suggestion is more faithful to what is happening with our Beta, if my eyes do not deceive me”
Jayce tried to close his legs, suddenly shy at Viktor’s obvious glance to his crotch, but you were fast to stop him with only your knee. “Yes, excited would be more accurate of a term, but it does sound ambiguous, doesn't it?” The audible gulp coming from under you gave you all the information you needed. Your Beta was getting off on your joined teasing.
“I’d rather say…” Your finger rubbed his skin as you hooked it under the collar, barely grazing the bite you put on his skin the night prior. “aroused”
Viktor’s weight was fast to appear beside Jayce, “Or, maybe, lustful?” His hands traversed over Jayce’s back –drawing circles over the tight muscles that kept flexing and contracting under his palm– taking their time to reach the front and undo the various buttons securing the white shirt over his body.
“Definetely lewd” Jayce’s subsequent whimper was like music to your ears.
“Bordering on pornographic, indeed” Viktor’s tongue slid down his neck, catching the droplets of sweat already forming at Jayce’s nape.
You inched even closer, Jayce’s robust shape almost overshadowed by yours in a rare display of submission on your Alpha’s behalf, who sat behind him; content with watching his mates have some fun while he observes. You did not miss the way Jayce’s length strained against your leg, nor the way Viktor kept moving his hand up and down your Beta’s sides, sometimes grazing your own skin all the while.
Jayce’s scent spiked then, an obvious response to your caresses. A pair of callused hands reached out to hug your waist, pulling you to his body. “Can the both of you stop teasing me and get on with it, please?”
You turned your face to meet your other mate’s, admittedly cute, pout of defeat. “Think he’s got enough?”
Viktor sighed playfully, “He did ask nicely”
“Then, I hope you won’t mind me getting him all by myself first”
“So long as you don’t mind a voyeur" Viktor gave a final lick to Jayce’s earlobe, making him shudder beneath you, where he lay tightly straddled between your legs.
Moving aside, Viktor let you push Jayce downwards until his back rested atop the distended comforter. As much as Jayce tried to hide it, he loved it when either of you took control over him. Maybe it was one of the only things he truly enjoyed out of being a Beta. A kindling of desire sparked inside him every opportunity his Omega and his Alpha vied for his attention, almost to the point of madness. At times like those he questioned how he could have ever dared to exist without them.
A kiss, then another fluttered over Jacye’s sensitive skin and some on top of his new acquisition, a thought that made him whine: your collar. Even with his eyes closed he could recognize those lips belonged to you, one of the protagonists of all his intimate fantasies.
The air became heavier, warmer, heavy with his panting. It was only a matter of time until his trousers became much too small for his growing desire.
As if on cue, you hand reached low, lower, and yet lower. Your fingers merely following the happy trail scattered over his lower belly, searching for his aching cock.
At last, your hand reached his heat, rubbing his swollen member over the strained layers of clothing still present between you. “That is no good, Beta. We need to get rid off this,” Your index hooked under the elastic, letting it slip in a silent ‘thack’ that did nothing but entice Jayce, hypnotized by every syllable that came out of your mouth “ –if we want to go further”
Quickly, faster than you had ever seen him act, Jayce elevated his hips –never even minding your own weight atop his lap– while removing the offending garments, almost ripping them off in the process.
“Careful, pup” Your Alpha spoke, elevating his already broken state “You don’t want to tear anything, hear me?”
“Yesss, a– Alpha” Jayce slurred his words, “ ‘nything y– you w’nt Alpha” By then his Beta cock had already made contact with your slippery folds, getting smeared in your slick with every involuntary movement made by his own buckling hips.
“In that case,” Viktor made eye contact with you, his golden gaze and crooked smile threatening you with a good time “Why don’t you show your Omega how grateful you are she claimed you as her mate?”
In less than a second you felt him, Jayce’s bulbous member intruding between your lower lips, battling for entrance through your tight ring of muscle. His lips searched for your scent gland, happy to find it swollen and puffy, in need of the attention he was very willing to give it.
“Relax, Omega, let your Beta thank you properly” Your Alpha positioned himself closer to Jayce, trapping him between you as his hands continued roaming his back. Had you not known any better, you’d think Viktor was only trying to ease him from his trance, maybe even helping him guide his cock to finally impale you on it.
Alas, you were able to read his every movement. You knew of the selfishness hidden under uncountable layers of worry for you and Jayce. He wanted to let you in on a fact he learned very well after many years of your companionship: you two were his.
His to please, his to savor, his to own.
That, and the terribly selfish desire to frot against Jayce’s back was enough for you to relax and let Jayce enter you with a brutish thrust powered by his own need for release.
The ‘pap pap pap’ of his sack hitting against your pussy lips engulfed you as your Beta helped you bounce up and down on his cock. The heat incremented with every inch he managed to fit inside you only to bottom out and start all over again. Your mind reeled at how much pleasure he gave you by accidentally hitting your G-spot with the sheer size of him.
Maybe you would have lasted more had Jayce not left your hips and started toying with your tits, softly pinching your nipples between his index and middle fingers. His thumbs, followed by his palms, enthusiastically kneaded your breasts.
You did not miss the way Viktor’s index finger hooked itself to Jayce’s collar, slightly choking him as he left your sweaty gland and turned his face to kiss the Alpha. Truly, there was no respite, not a second where you could breathe anything that wasn’t your joined arousal.
It was hard to pinpoint who came first; while Jayce obviously had the upper hand for a second –as he had the most resistance out of the three of you–, he had forgotten how you, too, were able to counter his onrush of thrusts against your poor G-spot.
“S’ not fair, y– you” He tried to stop you, momentarily separating his mouth from your mate, but you were fast to interrupt him.
“Shush, now, Beta” Your voice, he thought, was elevated by the onslaught of pleasure you kept giving him “If you want to thank me,” You tightened up your pussy, squishing him out of his cum every time he dared to stick his carnous member up to the hilt. “You’ll give me every little drop,” He tried protesting, he really did, but you sank down once more. His thick cock was left defenceless, oversensitive skin rubbing against your warm, wet walls.
“ –and that’s final”
You could feel the blood pumping through your veins, almost being able to sense a whole new heartbeat in the pulsations emanating from your swollen pussy out of pure reflex.
The quiet reigned anew, now accompanied by Viktor’s almost mute ‘shh shh’ in Jayce’s ear. He was just as –if not more– spent as you.
It was your Beta’s warm cum –now overflowing out of your swollen hole– that brought you back to reality. Your arms were now resting on his shoulders, your sweaty body draped atop of him too. Only Viktor was graced with complete rest, merely leaning on Jayce so he did not lose balance while still holding on to you for dear life.
It would not suffice, not yet. You wanted, no, needed to fuck Viktor as he was wearing your collar, too.
“What about you, Alpha?” You croaked, barely riding down your orgasm.
“I will be fine. It is enough seeing you both…” Viktor slowly separated from Jayce’s back, his cock reddened after only humping your Beta’s back for the last half an hour, not even being able to be inside him. “Enjoying yourselves. Pay no mind to me, I can– ”
“Nah” You clicked your tongue, already parting from your other mate.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I meant,” You held on to Jayce, lowering him until his side rested languidly on the sullied mattress, mentally checked out while still savoring your sweet scent in his tongue. “Is that all you can give me after such a generous gift?”
“Ah.” A smirk formed on his mouth “I see, my Omega wants her Alpha to grovel at her feet, too”
“It’s only natural, it is a proposal” Your right hand reached his face, rubbing his cheek before grabbing his collar and bringing him closer with little effort.
Inch by inch, his face neared your own, seemingly glowing with pride as he got pulled by the collar you had fastened around his neck. His breath mingled with yours, noses almost touching “I want to take my claim, Alpha”
“And you will, Omega, but if I may,” His hand reached for the little nub of sensitive skin peeking from beneath your bush, barely visible over Jayce’s soft member. “I would like to take this opportunity to pamper you”
You separated from your Beta, letting his member fall to his thigh, covered in your glistening juices and a few drops of his own cum. Viktor engraved that visual into his mind, even minding the small whimper that Jayce let out as soon as you left his lap. That memory would certainly become one of his recurring fantasies for years to come.
Your arms encased your body, laying freely next to your herculean mate. Jayce allowed himself to trace his fingertips over your naked body while you positioned yourself for your Alpha. Once more he wondered what would have happened if only he had met you and Viktor before, not because it was logically possible, but he liked to question why fate had kept you apart for so long if not for the sole reason of it being an untrustworthy ally.
Shivers kept running through you in the aftershock of your previous climax, leaving you tender under Viktor’s searing gaze. Beneath his tired eyelids lay the glaring eyes of a man committed to being yours, forever and always, as proven by the collar he so graciously ported.
How could you refuse such an offer?
You gave him a nod and his mouth made its way to your wet mound, his nose pushing past your lips as it graced your puffy clit.
Viktor’s hands were fast to tug at your legs, pulling them apart to give him ever more space where he needed it. His fingers dug into your plushy thighs as you buckled beneath his greedy treatment of your quim.
His tongue danced from down upwards, spreading your gulping folds that desperately tried to keep Jayce’s cum inside. A quiet, protestful ‘ghn’ escaped you when some of your Beta’s spend leaked from your abused hole. If you looked down at that moment you would have been able to see Viktor utterly lost admiring the sight before delving his tongue into the viscous mix of slick.
His tongue prodded at your entrance –easily making its way past your overstimulated ring of muscle– when a sudden movement made him leave your quim for an instant. He turned to see you, devastatingly submissive under his treatment of your hole.
If not you, then… He only needed to look down at his crotch, where Jayce’s hand –and him, still lost in a trance– clasped itself over Viktor’s bulbous knot.
“A– alpha’s gotta c’me too,” Jayce emphasized each slurred out word by tugging at Viktor’s cock “y’ can take care of ‘mega while I –ahh– t’ke care ‘f you…” As if on queue, Jayce lowered his head, pushing at Viktor’s hip, rolling him onto his side to give himself easier access.
“Wh– what?” Viktor mustered, in vain, as Jayce’s hot breath fell on his tip.
“Don’t st’p ‘n my b’half, Alpha” Your Beta opened his mouth, tongue dripping saliva over Viktor’s aching cock “C’ntinue with ‘mega, she c’n take it”. And so, Jayce sealed his lips around his mate’s girth.
A tug at Viktor’s collar brought his attention back to you. “Don’t think I’ll let you off without my thanks” Your hand brought his face to your pussy once more. “Will you be a good Alpha for me?”
Viktor’s eyes opened, astonished at the sass his own Omega presented to him. Still, the crooked smile in his mouth had not left him for even an instant. “A– ah– always, for you”
Passion born anew, his mouth went back for seconds. This time around Viktor took more time fondling your pretty clit with his tongue, circling it over and over, until you thought it would end up red. First one, then two fingers entered you, scissoring at your insides.
Both his middle and ring fingers slowly rubbed at your walls, like he didn’t know where your G-spot was –what a lie–, leaving you with no option but to clench at the intrusion. They kept probing and prodding until a small, round bundle of nerves made itself known –pulling sweet mewls out of you– forcing your back on an arch out of pure desperation.
His other hand made its way to the small of your back, just up your plush ass. Grabbing at your skin; ready to sink his nails if you kept fumbling out of his grasp, no matter if it your body was simply reaction to his feverish hunger.
Another finger followed the others –joining in on their effort to render you fucked out of your mind– as Jayce managed to fit more of Viktor into his mouth, his lips finally reaching the top of your Alpha’s knot.
A thought came into your mind, then. What kind of Omega were you to leave your Beta out of your little fuckfest? Your hands tugged at his glistening cock, still coated with your joined juices. “Ack– ‘mega, n’ nghh– st’p. I cn’t– ”
“You can –ah– give me another one” You didn’t even need lube, the cum covering it was enough to let your hand glide up and down his member as it came back to life.
The three of you came in spasms, sight going white. You could do nothing but grab at Viktor’s hair, embracing yourself as your poor clit cried in the form of a squirt. Jayce almost choked with an unexpected thrust from Viktor that forced his cum down the beta’s throat in thick beads of warm liquid.
Out of you, Viktor was the one to be rendered dumbstruck after his climax. He was barely able to pull away from your quim –still unloading drop after drop of saturated cum down the Beta’s throat– but when he managed to form words, and then actual sentences, he began profusely apologising to Jayce.
Not that your behemoth of a mate minded though; had Jayce been able to talk with Viktor’s cock nudged deep in his mouth, he would’ve assured him that was exactly his goal.
You let the excitement die down for a few minutes, letting your mates rest after such a display.
Your mind wandered to a few hours ago, when your Alpha had read your intentions quite brilliantly. You were, in fact, asking one of the most important questions a partner could ask.
Though, you guessed they had already answered the day prior, with them letting you bite their mating glands in a permanent manner, and then biting you too.
That had to account for something, didn’t it?
“Just to be clear,” Jayce started “You are officially… proposing?”
“You could say that, yes”
“Huh…”
“Only a ‘huh’ after all that?” You chuckled “Give me an actual response, will ya?”
You could feel his blush even if you could not meet his face “I– You already know the answer”
“Just wanna hear you say it” There, left in the open, lay the reason behind the many hours of pure artisanal handwork. A gift worth a million words, but only a few, in return, that mattered.
“Yes”
“Of course”
They answered in unison, the only words that mattered to you.
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Bonus:
“Care to share what has got you quiet all of a sudden, Jayce-y?” Your voice broke him out of the trance he had been simmering in. An ominous mist dissipated from his head.
“N– no, it’s just that…” His eyes shimmered, not quite with tears threatening to cascade down his face, but full of things he had dared not say yet. “I really wish I could have met you sooner”
Viktor and you turned to look at each other. A grin of recognition appeared on his face, like he perfectly registered the unsaid, full of knowledge you didn’t quite catch at that time. “As much as I share your woe –and I do, I truly do– we must come to fathom that our meeting had to be at the right moment. Not a second sooner, nor later”
“Only a perfectly calculated instant could have brought us together? I took you for more of a romantic, Viktor. Always mentioning how we were meant to be–” You could have continued your rant going on about how you thought soulmates would find each other even if fate pulled them apart, however, something in his gaze seemed to tell a tale too complex.
A look too genuine to have spewed those words for the sake of it; like he meant each and every one of them.
Only a perfectly calculated instant could have brought us together.
His eyes were full of the tiredness of a traveller who had navigated through millions of galaxies, jumped over dimensions, overcame impossible feats, and gone over every possible alternative just to be there at that precise moment.
“Hmmm. I will concede just this once, Vitkor. You may be right, but– “ You pressed a kiss to his temple “Not even fate can stop us from finding ways to fall for you”
So listen, Omega Jayce who has to get married bc of society rules/funds/anything really, and Cassandra is still his matron (?) So she has this summer party, or like, courting season, and she wants to present Jayce to alphas who will most likely shut him out of science and keep him inside a house all his life to be a good omega.
And then there's alpha Viktor who bc he's a zaunite they tell him he needs to get mated so he portrays a better image and in that he can get the support behind his research and projects to better the lives of the zaunites.
But like, of course, they don't get introduced to each other, Jayce has to deal with stuffy old-fashioned strict alphas, he struggles with self-doubt and wanting to make his mother happy by getting married, also bc he's 24 now and the Kirammans support is not unconditional, hes kind of desperate also bc he just wants to be free to continue his dream.
Viktor is straggling to fit in with the stereotypes, stuck between hating them all and needing support for this big project thay will help ppl.
And in a party, they meet while both of them are trying to avoid ppl, of course, there's misunderstandings, angst, pining, all that.
Jayce wasn’t supposed to land a new teaching job. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to in the middle of being pregnant.
But here he is—exhausted, perpetually nauseous, and trying not to lose his mind (or his stomach) on his first day.
He takes the bus. Finds a seat. Falls asleep on a stranger.
That stranger? Dr. Viktor.
Tenured department head. Alpha. The only thing that makes Jayce’s nausea ease.
Now he’s stuck navigating a new campus, suffocating social stigma, and—oh yeah—sharing an office with the alpha his hormones have decided is the one.
It’s fine. It’s totally fine.
Everything’s under control.
Probably.
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AKA: A purely self-indulgent Jayvik A/B/O meet-cute AU I haven't been able to get out of my head since rereading @lancey-lance-963 "Omega Jayce for people who aren't cowards" series for the millionth time.
Want to make sure I keep my drawing up. So I draw something from a fanfic I adore!
It has both an omega Jayce and alpha Viktor which is perfection in my opinion.
AND THE CONCEPT THAT JAYCE JUST LEAVES ALONG SIDE VIKTOR WHEN HE WAKES UP. AS HE SHOULD! Pitilover sucks!
It has some my favorite things ever. Please check it out if you’d like.
here’s the link
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Jayvikficweek Saturday prompt 2: After Dark
Saturday:
💬 5 🔁 16 ❤️ 136 · Bloody Comfort · by Ts_Stuff
Saturday Prompt: Meet Cute, fluff
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sunday:
💬 4 🔁 5 ❤️ 35 · Non Compos Mentis · The fingers pressing into Jayce’s chest begin to glow and sink into his flesh. He would scream at the
I saw someone (I forget who and can’t seem to find it) design a Jayvik bab and I wanted to do it as well!
WHY IS SHE BLOND????
Well, I like the idea that Viks hair in season 2 turns partially blond not just because of the arcane, but because he had blond in his genes. Their little girl just so happened to get that gene from him MAJORLY.
No name yet just cute vibes. I wanted them to be girl dads so bad. They would be the BEST girl dads.
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Assignment | Jayvik | 0.8k | Explicit | Complete
No Archive Warnings Apply | Tags: #Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot #Post-Canon #Jayce and Viktor Live in a Cottage By a Stream #Established Relationship #Breeding Kink #accidental creampie #Accidental Knotting #Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics #male omegas have a dick and vagina #Mating Cycles/In Heat #discussion of knotting #Omega Jayce #Alpha Viktor #Top Viktor #Bottom Jayce #internalized ableism
Summary:
Still lying on his back with his legs either side of Viktor’s, skin glistening with sweat, Jayce reached towards his front and with three thick, skilled, calloused fingers he carefully scooped up what little of Viktor's spend had escaped Jayce's hole and firmly pushed it back in.
Written for the @breedvember 2025 day 4 prompt: Pushing come back inside.
