summary: this is headcannons on how he fucks you. he wakes you up to fuck bakugo lovin on you sex and him pounding you sex, DUALITY. smut just pure smut.
his love could be so passionate. him coming home from a mission and finiding himself wrapped around you. his arms embracing you with care, trying not to squeeze you to hard.
after hugging you he would mumble to you about how much he missed you. before kissing you softly on your lips. you would giggle when he picked you up bridal style, carrying you to your shared room.
throwing you onto your bed you laughed when he fell on top of you. he kissed at your skin. nipping at the sensitive parts.
his body grew hot at the sound of your moans. quiet enough just for him to hear. bakugo took pride in pleasing you. sometimes he would forget all about his want, and focus on you entirely.
kissing your lips before he crawled above you. taking of your clothes while kissing different parts of your body. the room was filled with your laughs, shouting at him to hurry up. it wasnât long before you forced him onto his back, practically tackling him.
stripping him of his clothing while giggling. he looked at you with such admiration. you were his girl.
your sex was soft on days like this. taking his cock from his hand and giving it a couple pumps. before you pushed him into you. you gasped at his girth.
still on top of him you grinded into him. fucking yourself with his cock. his hands graved at your body, never staying in one place too long.
eventually his back moved to now rest against your head board, a perfect place for him to take your nipples into his mouth. sucking at your tits.
you moaned out his name, coming close to your finish.
he knew you too well.
instantly his hand found your clit. rubbing circles into the nerves. he noticed how your body lunged forward, smirking at you.
you shook with your orgasm. riding it out on top of him. fucking his cock into you with a dragged out pace.
as soon as you finished cumming around him, he hopped off your bed and started a bath. after he picked you up and took a bath with you.
waking you up from your sleep, you found your boyfriend deranged. the smell of charcoal and smoke filling your senses.
you two had talked about this before, how you would rather be shaken awake to please eachother then them get off without you.
so here you were, getting pounded from behind after getting woke up to his fingers inside you. you could tell something upset him from the way he hasnât said a word to you yet. his groans and growls were enough for you to understand.
his cock plunging its way in and out of you. wet noises filled the room, sounds of his balls smacking your clit.
he forced your back into a breath-taking arch. the position fucking his cock deeper into you. you felt him in your stomach.
every time you moaned his name his hips faltered, hesitant with his weight. not ever does he stop fucking you.
glancing over to your ripped clothes. heat pooled inside you. you knew he would buy you a new set later so you really didnât mind. it was just so hot that he was so desperate to be inside you.
your pussy clenched around him at the thought. you listened to his air get sucked out of him. gasping behind you. his hand grabbed at the fat of you ass, before smacking your butt. leaving red marks on your skin.
the attention you needed to cum around him. he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, slapping your ass. he said his first words to you, âyou fucking like that, baby? you like when i fuck you like my slut..?â he spat out.
your brain went fuzzy. pulling his cock into you further. you couldnât think up a single thought. moaning at his words you spasmed more.
it wasnât long till he came inside you, fucking his cum into you. leaving him utterly exhausted.
you two fell asleep cock warming with his cum oozing out of you.
You hadnât meant for the words to slip out like that. It was supposed to be a joke, a cheeky confession among friends as you lounged on the Gryffindor common room couch, firelight flickering around you.
âI swear,â you whispered, grinning, âsometimes I just wanna run my tongue across Jamesâs chest.â
Your friends choked on laughter, one of them nearly spilling her pumpkin juice.
âMerlin, youâre shameless!â one hissed.
âIâm just saying!â you defended, cheeks burning but refusing to back down. âHave you seen him? Quidditch muscles. All right there. Justââ you made a vague gesture with your hand, and your friends burst into another round of muffled giggles.
But then a shadow crossed the room.
Your stomach plummeted.
Because James Potter himself was walking by, hair messy as ever, that signature grin spreading slowly across his face like heâd caught onto something he absolutely wasnât supposed to.
You froze. Your friends froze.
âOh, donât stop on my account,â James drawled, leaning casually against the arm of the sofa. âBy all means, keep talking about⊠my chest, was it?â
Your blood went hot. âIâwhatânoââ
But James was already moving. In two strides he was at your side, and before you could process it, he bent down, strong arms hooking around your waist.
âJames Potterâwhat are youââ
He hauled you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, ignoring your squeals and the scandalized shrieks of your friends.
âMaking dreams come true,â he said smugly, marching out of the common room.
âJAMES!â You pounded your fists against his back, half-mortified, half-thrilling in the rush of his sudden boldness.
He didnât even slow down, carrying you up the stairs to the boysâ dormitory, his laugh echoing against the stone walls. Your heart hammered wildly when he finally kicked his door shut behind him, tossing you down onto his bed like you were no more than a stolen prize.
You scrambled upright, hair falling in your face. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
James braced one hand against the wall, leaning down toward you, that dangerous glint in his hazel eyes.
âDidnât you say you wanted to run your tongue across my chest?â he asked, voice low, teasing. âFigured Iâd save you the trouble of imagining.â
Your mouth went dry. âIâI didnâtââ
âOh, you did.â He smirked, already tugging his Quidditch jersey over his head in one smooth motion. The firelight caught on the lines of muscle across his chest, warm and golden. âSo⊠want to finish what you started saying?â
Your throat bobbed as you swallowed, torn between hiding under the blanket and leaping at him.
James only grinned wider. âGo on, love. Iâm all yours.â
hiiiii. based off this request and this request (people apparently love sub stephen glass)
18+mdni. warnings: oral (f receiving) ((two fics in a row ain't that great for women)), face riding, sub stephen x dom reader, soft degrading
STEPHEN GLASS had been irritating you. everytime he came home he complained about his job, his news articles "not being enough", and he constantly needed your reassurance everytime he wrote a new piece that it was sufficient enough. in your opinion, they seemed a bit off, fake, if you wanted to go that far. but to keep him quiet you would nod and tell him it was wonderful- "his best yet". he would wrap his arms around you, telling you how much he loves and appreciates you, how he couldn't do this without you.
sure.
maybe one night was your breaking point, not really of course, because you loved him so deeply, but god, he truly was getting annoying. not only that, he had been so caught up in his work, he hadn't given you anything sexual related in days. you were beginning to get restless. he was pacing around the apartment, a rough draft printed in his hands.
"i just don't think it's good enough." he huffs, pushing his glasses up his nose.
it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on your book as he continued to speak out loud.
"just doesn't...work...maybe..." he's muttering under his breath, leafing through the pages. at the same time, your book hit the peak of slow burn, the hot sex both characters had been pining for.
"stephen." you say, putting your book down.
he looks up at you.
"come here." he obeys, like you knew he would. he stands in front of you, staring at you with his mouth twisted, confusion written across his face.
"you think it's bad." he sighs.
"no. you know you haven't let me fuck you in a days." your voice lowers to a softer tone, more of a coaxing tone.
his cheeks flush. "oh, you know i've been so busy... i must've gotten so wrapped-"
you exhale. "stephen, i need to cum. and you've been quite invested in yourself recently. why don't we make it about me tonight?" you lower your eyes at him, watching his reaction.
he nods eagerly, as always, he loves to please you. "of course!" he bites his lip watching you. "i'm sorry baby. i hope you still love me." you roll your eyes, knowing he'll ask this a million times later too.
you stand, pointing to the couch. he lies down, watching you as you undress fully, moving to hover over his clothed cock. you can feel how hard he is under you, but that's not what you're looking for tonight.
his voice is whiny, but has dropped octaves. "what do you want from me baby? i'll do anything to help you."
"shush." you press a soft kiss to his lips. "you're going to eat me until i decide i'm done. understood?"
he nods, gripping your thighs as you move upwards on top of his face. he's slid his glasses off to make sure the frames don't press too hard against you, so he has full access to you. you put your weight down on him, causing him to whimper as he inhales you, his mouth immediately finding your clit. you don't move at first, feeling him move his mouth around your pussy, letting the feeling explode in your core and throughout your body. you hold in a moan, refusing to let him hear you break that easy.
his hands grip your ass as you start to move, his thumbs moving close to your asshole, putting pressure towards your hole. your breathing becomes choppy, his nose hitting your clit as his tongue moves against your cunt, creating obscene noises.
"good boy stevie... that's it." you hum, your hands finding the side of the couch to stable yourself on. his moans vibrate against you, only pushing you to move against him faster, the movement against your clit rolling you to your first orgasm.
"don't fucking stop baby, i'm gonna finish on those pretty lips until you're covered." you grit out, your knuckles turning white while you grip the couch. as your orgasm hits, you slow your movements. he's making vulgar noises as he continues eating you, the sounds of his mouth mixing with your fluids.
"so good. i love your taste. i love you." he whimpers. you pick up your pace again, the mix of overstimulation and warmth settling back into your core fueling your need. you move your hands into his hair, tugging at his strands, locking your thighs around his head.
"so good for me, pleasing me when i ask." you groan, feeling yourself reaching your peak quicker than you did last time, hearing his breaths become quicker. your hips lift as your orgasm hits stronger, more violent than the first, your head dropping back.
stephen moves to put on his glasses and moves you backwards, laying on your bare chest.
"was i good? did you like it? did i make up for everything?" he rushes out.
"mhm. so good stevie." you say with closed eyes, exhaustion falling over you. your hand caresses his hair.
"you still love me?"
his fucking questions.
"yes. i still love you. now let me sleep." you mutter, ignoring the way he nuzzles closer to your breasts.
Of course you didnât expect escaping the QZ to be a breeze. You and Joel had to be careful, that went without saying. What you didnât expect was to see Marlene, and now be responsible for cargo. Cargo that came in the form of Ellie. All of a sudden, you and Joel are responsible for a twelve year old girl, who is deemed to be the cure for mankind. Joel was miffed at first, to say the least. His plan was clean cut. Get you and him to Jackson, where you can reunite with Tommy, and settle down with your little one on the way. But now, a new responsibility weighed upon you both. You were just as concerned as Joel, but you felt for Ellie. Hell, sheâs a firecracker, but sheâs only a child carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. You already felt maternal towards her. Now, the three of you are trekking to find a location for the night to rest your heads and weary bodies. It wasnât far now to Jackson, but you needed rest in your condition. Somewhere along the way, Ellie found a joke book thatâs sheâs decided to entertain you both and herself with.
âI walked into my sisterâs room and tripped on a bra, it was a booby trap!â, she cackles. You snort a laugh out yourself. âStop Ellie, Iâm gonna piss myself!â, you giggle, rubbing your new bump out of habit. âBaby, you best be taking notes for your dad jokes.â, you say as you take Joelâs hand into your own. He cracks a small smile, âNo need for me tâtake notes. Mine are gonna be a helluvaâ lot better than that damn book, Iâll tell ya that much right now.â, he gruffly states.
âCome onnn, old man! You gotta admit thereâs some bangers in here!â, Ellie objects. You giggle at the two of them squabbling, at Joel trying to maintain his gruff persona in front of Ellie. One thing you learned about Joel, especially in this post-outbreak world, is that he isnât a grump. Not really. Deep down, heâs just afraid. Afraid that one day, his guard will slip and heâll lose everything. But in these moments between him and Ellie, where he eases, itâs wonderful to see him smile. And it gets you thinking about the kind of father heâs gonna be. You nuzzle your face into his shoulder. He smiles and kisses the top of your head. âLike a damn cat, babydoll.â, he grumbles in faux-annoyance. âEwwww! Get a room, you two!â, Ellie protests at the small PDA you and Joel inflicted her eyes with. âShut up, squirt!â, he chuckles.
You guys manage to come across a cabin, and after Joel secures the perimeters, youâre able to relax. The cabin had the living room and kitchen as open plan, a small room with a bed, and an even smaller bathroom. Ellie dives straight for the couch. Joel inspects the bed before gently laying you down on it. âThere you are, angel. You just relax now.â, he pecks your lips before taking off your shoes for you. He then sits on the edge of the bed, taking your feet and massaging them. He leaves the door open for now, so he can keep an eye on Ellie in the living room. This time, Ellie watches you both curiously. âWhat ya lookin at, kiddo?â, Joel inquires.
âHow long have you two been together?â, she asks.
Joel smiles, a glimmer in his eye as he reminisces on his life with you. âSeventeen years and countinâ.â
âYeesh! You two are ancient!â
You both laugh, you roll your head back.
âOi missy! Weâre not that old!â, you playfully protest.
âYeah, yeahâŠyou would say that, both of you probably went to school with dinosaurs!â, she adds cheekily. She then gazes at Joel, watching his soft smile and his hand on your bump. âCareful old man, youâre goinâ all gooey-eyed.â, she teases. Joel simply rolls his eyes, not taking it personally. He leans down to kiss your bump. âHow ya feelinâ, sweetheart? Ya ainât hurtinâ anywhere, are ya?â, he lets himself lie down next to you. Heâs gonna be on guard tonight, but he will grant himself this small rest. âIâm okay baby, you rest. Have a lil nap, Iâll wake you up before Iâm about to fall asleep.â, you assure him as you put a hand through his hair.
He is reluctant to sleep, but he knows he needs to have some rest if he wants to be at his best wits to protect you and Ellie. âBaby, you best wake me up before you fall asleep. Iâm not letting you do an all-nighter.â, he speaks firmly, protective as ever. âYes, yes, daddy-o. I know you wonât let me hear the end of it if I do.â You look over to see that Ellie is already fast asleep on the couch, Joel pulls you closer to him gently. You both look at each other tenderly, getting lost in one anotherâs eyes, as you have done over these past seventeen years. It never gets old. You place his hand on your small bump and smile. âOur babyâs in there⊠I still canât believe it.â, you whisper.
âMe neither. Beautiful, so beautiful, my angels.â, he leans down to kiss your bump again. He is just as obsessed as you are.
Itâs been a few hours now, Joel eventually and reluctantly slipped into slumber. Youâve been playing with his hair absentmindedly. It was an action that simultaneously soothed him and yourself. You donât want to wake him up, but you promised him you would as soon as you felt yourself slipping into the same state as he is in right now. He is so beautiful when he is sleeping, nothing plaguing his mind. You wake him up with gentle kisses to his face. He stirs awake with a chuckle, enjoying the sensation your kisses left on his face. âYa kept yer promise, baby.â, his voice heavy with sleep. âMhmâ, you reply, as you mischievously straddle him. âWhatcha up to, sugar?â, he drawls with an amused smirk. âNothinââ, you smile cheekily. Your hormones have been all over the place lately. Yesterday, you were âLittle Miss Grumpyâ, as Joel had named you. Today, however, you were very needy for him. You just canât get enough of him. You rut on his groin, causing him to take in a sharp breath. He teasingly tuts at you, âDirty girl, getting needy for me again, huh? Youâre relentless, baby.â, he leans up, kissing from your neck up to your jaw. âJoelllâ, you whine. âShhh, baby, Iâm gonna take care of ya. I always do, donât I, babydoll?â, kissing you gently. You nod against his lips, as he starts to gently take off your clothes. Once youâre bare upon him, he revels in your beauty. âFuckinâ hell baby, always takinâ my breath away.â He closes the door to ensure privacy, not wanting to accidentally traumatise Ellie. He takes off his own shirt while gazing at your form, so divine to him. He shakes his head admiringly. Now itâs your turn to ogle him. Your hands worship his bare torso. âYouâre so fuckin hot, babyâ, you appraise him. His body was toned to perfection. He was a contractor before the outbreak, so he was already in fit form. But these years in survival mode, have really honed in on his physicality. His biceps really did it for you. He chuckles at your obvious appreciation of him, god, you give him the confidence and ego of a self righteous king. He gives you a show, slowly unbuckling his belt. You try to ease the tension oozing from in between your thighs, clamping them together. âPlease, Joel!â, your begging catching him off guard. You really were desperate for him. âShhh baby, donât need tâbeg for me.â, he rubs you down.
Once he is finally stripped down as you are, you ravish him. Kissing and touching him all over. Your tongue feels him out, he pushes you away gently so that he can give you the pleasure you need. âIf it gets too much, you change your mind and wanna stop, tell me baby. Youâre in control, my girl.â, he always tells you this every time and you always reply with, âI will, baby. Now stuff me up!â. He chuckles, âGreedy girl.â, he faux-chastises. He enters you slowly and carefully, the stretch making you both moan. âAlways so warm and ready for meâ, he groans in satisfaction. The sounds coming from in between you are unholy. He slowly and deeply makes love to you, touching and kissing you in all the right places. You both liked it slower between you nowadays, you could really feel every sensation. Inside, you feel so full. You have to nuzzle yourself into his neck to muffle your moans of pleasure. Once he can tell that youâre nearing your peak, he quickens his pace slightly. âCome on baby, give it tâme, gorgeous girl. Always a good girl fâme.â, he moans as you clamp down on him. âThatâs it baby, you did so well for me. Beautiful girl.â, he kisses you deeply as he fills you with his spend.
Youâre a whimpering and tearful mess, he has always been able to make you emotional with intense pleasure. âI got ya, baby. I always got ya, honey. Lean on me.â, his thick arms securing you in his embrace.
He lovingly cleans you up the best he can with what he has got in the cabin. As always, he takes care of you first before he takes care of himself. Carefully dressing you, not wanting to jostle you too much in your sensitivity. You watch him, completely in love. âI love you so much, Joel. With every bit of me.â, you cup the side of his face with your right hand. He smiles, leaning in to your touch, kissing your palm. âI love you just as much, if not more, babydoll.â
Youâre about to relax, when you look past his shoulder at the small window of the cabin. You let out a harrowing scream. Your heart plummets to your stomach. Joel instantly with no hesitation, shields you, and holds his gun to the direction your gaze was pointed.
Summary:
In Viktor's workshop, a dangerous chemistry sparks between him and a bold, unpredictable visitor. What starts as a playful distraction soon escalates into an intense, passionate encounter. But just as things reach their peak, an unwelcome interruption forces both to confront their emotions and the tension thatâs been building between them.
Characters:
Viktor: A brilliant and composed scientist, torn between his professional life and his growing attraction to the reader.
Reader: Bold, mischievous, and a little wild, the reader is unafraid to challenge Viktorâs calm exterior. Their unpredictable nature brings chaos and passion into his life.
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The dim workshop buzzed with the sound of grinding metal and crackling electricity, Viktor's meticulous hands moving over a set of schematics spread across his cluttered desk. His golden eyes, sharp with focus, barely acknowledged your presence as you leaned against the doorway, watching him with a sly smile.
It wasn't the first time you'd crept into his space unannounced. Viktor tolerated it, even when your antics bordered on disruptive. Tonight, though, there was something in your gaze- something electric, like the sparks leaping from his machines.
"You've been at this for hours," you said, your voice sing-song as you pushed off the doorframe and sauntered closer. "Do you ever take a break, or do I need to force you?"
Viktor didn't look up. "Progress does not wait for comfort," he replied, his tone distracted but gentle. "And I thought you preferred chaos, not productivity."
"Oh, I do," you replied, sliding onto the edge of his desk. You reached out plucking a wrench from his hand and twirling it idly. "But I prefer you even more. "
That got his attention. Viktor finally glanced up, his expression somewhere between bemused and exasperated "You're impossible," he murmured though there was a hint of warmth in his voice
"And you're irresistible," you countered, leaning forward just enough for him to notice. The gleam in your eyes was unrestrained, a flicker of something wild that Viktor found both unnerving and captivating. "Don't you think it's unfair to keep me waiting?"
"For what, exactly?" he asked, his lips twitching into the barest hint of a smirk. He knew you too well by now to be entirely surprised.
"For this," you said, and before he could protest, you grabbed the collar of his coat and pulled him forward
The kiss was sudden, forceful, and completely unrelenting. For a moment, Viktor froze, caught between the instinct to pull away and the undeniable heat radiating from you. Then, tentatively, his hands found your waist steadying you as he leaned into the kiss.
Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp against your lips. Viktor's usual restraint faltered, his sharp mind clouded by the sheer intensity of you. He broke away briefly, his breathing ragged as his golden eyes searched yours
"You are... relentless," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. "And entirely too distracting."
"Good," you said with a grin, sliding into his lap and straddling him without hesitation. "Because I'm not done yet."
This time, Viktor didn't resist. His hands tightened on your hips as you captured his lips again, softer this time but no less intoxicating. The air around you felt electric, charged with a heat that rivaled the energy of his machines. His lips moved against yours with growing confidence, and when you nipped at his bottom lip, he groaned softly, sending a thrill down your spine.
"You're not as proper as you pretend to be," you teased between kisses, your voice breathless. "I like it.
And you," Viktor murmured, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, "are far more dangerous than any experiment I've ever conducted."
You laughed, a wild and reckless sound, before pulling him back into another searing kiss. For once, the meticulous scientist let himself be consumed, his mind silenced by the chaotic, overwhelming presence of you.
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The room felt hotter, the air charged with the intensity of your shared hunger. Viktor's hands, usually so precise and measured, roamed your body with growing urgency. His lips pressed against your neck, trailing heated kisses down to your collarbone the scrape of his teeth sending shivers through you.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as your breath came faster. "Viktor," you murmured, your voice trembling with desire. "I don't want you to hold back."
His golden eyes flicked up to yours, dark with longing. For a moment, he hesitated, his grip on your waist tightening as if anchoring himself. "Are you certain?" he asked softly, his voice thick, trembling with both restraint and want.
You cupped his face, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone as your lips hovered over his. "I've never been more certain of anything.
That was all he needed. He surged forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. His hands slid under your shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin of your back with a reverence that made you ache. You gasped at the contact, pressing closer to him, desperate for more.
His lips left yours, trailing down the curve of your throat as his hands explored every inch of you, memorizing the shape of your body. The way he touched you was intoxicating-both tender and possessive, as though he couldn't get enough. When his lips reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, you let out a soft moan, the sound spurring him on.
You tugged at his shirt, your fingers fumbling in your eagerness to feel his skin against yours. He chuckled lowly the sound vibrating against your throat as he helped you pull the fabric over his head. Your hands roamed his chest, tracing the lines of muscle and the faint scars that marked his skin. He shuddered under your touch, his breath hitching as your lips followed the path your fingers had taken.
"Do you always have to be so distracting?" he murmured, though the teasing note in his voice was laced with a raw edge. His hands moved to your thighs, pulling you closer until you were straddling him completely.
You grinned, your hands threading through his hair as you whispered "Only for you."
He pulled you down into another kiss this one deeper, slower, as if savoring every moment. The world outside the workshop ceased to exist; there was only the heat of his body against yours the sound of your breaths mingling, and the undeniable pull between you.
When his hands slipped lower, gripping your hips and guiding you against him you couldn't hold back the soft gasp that escaped your lips. Viktor groaned in response, his control unraveling further with every movement. The intensity in his eyes was enough to steal your breath, his usual guarded expression replaced by something raw and vulnerable.
"Tell me if it's too much," he said, his voice hoarse but full of care, his forehead resting against yours.
"It won't be," you replied, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. "| trust you, Viktor."
For a moment, he froze, his gaze softening as he studied your face. Then he smiled-a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat.
'Then let me show you how much you mean to me," he murmured, his voice low and full of promise.
And as he pulled you closer, his touch and his kisses saying everything words couldn't, you knew this was a moment you would never forget
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The door slammed open with such force that you both froze mid-movement. Jayceâs voice rang out, filled with urgency, yet faltering when his eyes landed on the scene before him. His gaze flicked from Viktorâs hands on your waist to the intensity between the two of you, his face blanching in shock.
"Viktor!" Jayce blurted, his voice filled with confusion and disbelief. "We need toâ"
Jayce trailed off when he fully took in the situation. You and Viktor, so close, so entangled that it was impossible to ignore the tension, the heat in the room. Jayce stood frozen, his eyes wide and confused, his hand still gripping the doorframe as if he was unsure if he should step in or run.
Viktor, ever the composed one, was the first to break the silence, his voice tight but trying to maintain his usual calm. âJayce, this is not a good time.â
Jayce blinked a few times, his face flushing as he tried to recover from the shock. âI⊠I can see that,â he mumbled, his voice awkward as he stepped back. âIâll just⊠come back later, Iâuh, didnât mean to interrupt.â
But you couldnât help yourself. You glanced over at Jayce, a wicked grin playing on your lips. âYou sure you donât want to stay and watch?â you teased, your voice dripping with mischief, clearly enjoying the discomfort youâd caused.
Jayceâs face went bright red, his hands fumbling at his side as he stammered out, âNo! No, Iâno! Iâll go now, Iâll go now.â Without another word, he practically sprinted out of the room, muttering to himself.
Viktor, ever the perfectionist, ran a hand through his hair, visibly irritated. He let out a sharp sigh, straightening himself as he tried to refocus. âOf course Jayce would have the worst timing.â
You chuckled softly, a teasing glint in your eyes as you leaned in closer to Viktor, your lips grazing his jaw. âWell, that was certainly an interesting interruption.â
Viktor smirked, but there was a flicker of frustration in his gaze. âThis could have been⊠different,â he said, pulling back slightly. âWe were so close.â
You met his gaze, a hint of mischief still in your eyes, but something else flickered behind your playful expression. You sighed, pushing yourself up from the desk, your fingers lingering on the edge as you met his eyes one last time.
âMaybe next time,â you said, your tone more serious than before. You took a step back, your smile slipping just slightly as you turned toward the door.
Viktorâs brow furrowed, his frustration turning into concern. âWait⊠where are you going?â
You hesitated at the door, your hand on the handle. For a moment, it felt like the air between you both had shifted. Your heart pounded, your emotions a whirlwind of tension and uncertainty.
âI donât know, Viktor,â you said quietly, not meeting his gaze. âMaybe I need to think. Maybe you need to, too.â Your voice softened, the words carrying a weight that had nothing to do with the physical distance between you. âIâll leave you to your work.â
You turned, your fingers brushing the doorframe one last time before you stepped out of the room, the door closing softly behind you.
Inside, Viktor stood still for a long moment, staring at the spot where you had just been. His breath was still heavy, his mind racing, and despite the situation, a part of him felt that familiar longing to pull you back. But deep down, he knew the path forward wasnât as simple as desire.
The room felt emptier now, the silence louder than before. He couldn't help but wonder if he had just missed somethingâsomething important.
But for now, the distance between you remained, unanswered, and Viktor was left to navigate the silence.
