thinking about giving some relief to your stressed husband before he has to attend an important meeting with his colleagues later in the afternoon…
you’re awakened by the shower of gentle kisses from your neck and face provided by none other than your own darling husband. your gaze softens when you notice that desperately hungry look in his eyes. then, when your eyes travel downward, you were pleasantly surprised by the sight of your husband’s naked body. the sunrise shone through your bedroom window, basking your husband in a golden light. he looked near damn ethereal.
you greedily took in his meaty thighs, toned arms, rock hard abs, and his useless, thick, leaking cock. sometimes you wondered how in the hell you were able to marry a hunk like him. you could distinctly remember that your husband had many admirers in his life who would give anything to be able to have a chance with him.
you felt pride bubble in your chest knowing that none of them would ever be able to see your husband like this: looking down at you with pleading eyes, not even having to say a word to let you know what he wanted. for you to fuck him like a cheap whore until your bedroom stank of sex. how could you deny your baby when he’s been good for you all week long?
“you look so pretty on top of me baby, mhm, move your hips just like that,” you praised as the grip of your husband’s quivering legs tensed around you as he raises his hips until just your tip is inside him before plopping down, his skin slapping sinfully against your cum stained pelvis; evidence of your previous rounds that your husband was so desperate to keep inside him as it continued to leak out with every frantic movement of his hips.
“yer cock feels so good, i needed this so much— ah!” he gasped when you grab hold of his waist and snapped your hips up to match the pace of his feverish riding. you could hear the tear of fabric beside your head as your husbands claws at your pillows, his breathless moans increasing as you continue to plow into his hole.
“oh fuck yes! please go faster, i’m so close,” your husband begs so beautifully as he rest his forehead beside your neck, he pants against your ear as his climax creeps closer. the final straw for him was when you wrap your fingers around his girth and stroke him along with your erratic thrusts. he muffled his whine by biting into your shoulder as he added more to the white mess of your abdomen. overstimulation cuts him like a knife as you continued to use him until you quickly follow suit and you slam balls deep into his ass and fill him with warm cum.
you husband lays flat against you like a puppet without strings as you both try to catch your breath. he lifts himself from your shoulder to stare down at you with so much tenderness. only you had the privilege to see your husband in such a mess. a mess that you had created to perfection.
you felt yourself grin as your husband starts to slowly ride you again, making your cock harden just minutes after your previous session. your handsome man was just as greedy as you. if not more.
incredibly influenced by this convo i had w ellie ( @bigfatbimbo ) urgrhgrhrhrhr hes soooo
🥀Cw: smut!!!, sub!jayce, dom!reader, humiliation, sub top, exhibitionism kink idk what its called
🥀minors dni
🥀Character(s): Jayce Talis x reader
this man is suuuuch a sub, but he wouldn't admit it, at least not until he meets you
jayce is a very confident person, and you'd assume that would carry over into the bedroom, but nooo. the first time you were both intimate he was so pathetically unsure of what to do that you just had to take control for him. he tried to act dominant and in-control, but the second he started thrusting into you he was a needy mess.
he was so confident leading up to it, but he just gets so flustered :(
jayce is so embarrassed about how submissive he is, and is probably a little shy at first. he definitely needs some coaxing to "get out of his shell" per se, and would probably muffle his moans and be a little awkward in general
this man is a WHINER i just know he's so loud in bed and he can not control it. his voice gets all hoarse and raspy from panting, and he has the neediest wanton moans, it genuinely sounds like he's in a porno because of how loud and lewd they are
his volume has probably led to you two almost being caught on multiple occasions, he genuinely has no control but gets SO embarrassed about the thought of getting caught. it turns him on a little, and the fact that it does only makes him more embarrassed
more than once he's fantasized about you fucking him in the council room, risking it all just for the thrill of possibly being discovered
jayce would be SO flustered if you teased him about it, if you began whispering in his ear about how you coincidentally forgot to lock the door to your room, and how just about anyone could just walk in? he's already whining, and he'll cum within seconds
"aw, how would the council feel if they saw you being fucked like this?imagine if they could all see you like this, all needy and pathetic for me," type of shit, he'd fold in seconds
jayce is definitely kinky too, but he takes his time discovering himself. he isn't super willing to try new things at first, however over time he becomes more and more confident in doing kinkier shit, especially with someone he trusts
guys. sounding with jayce. HEAR ME OUT. he'd be SO embarrassed, like he knows how anatomy works and all, but he never really thought of something like that, and he'd probably be cocky too, thinking that it wouldn't even feel that good. imagine using a vibrating sounding rod on him and double tapping him too, irgrhrrhrgrhrrh he'd be so needy and fucked dumb
he never tried anything with anal/pegging before you, but he can't deny that he isn't at least curious. he'd mention it offhandedly, hoping that you'd get the hint, but don't make it that easy for him. fluster him, make him say it aloud and admit that he wants you to fuck him like that, and then praise him for being so sweet about asking while fucking him absolutely senseless. whether you have a dick or a strap he doesn't care, jayce would love it regardless
this is kind of a random hc, but he probably masturbates a lot. i mean, it's natural, he's pretty stressed most of the time, and even when he's with you he has an insane libido and would probably still masturbate a lot. however, his favorite form of getting off? pillow humping. don't ask me how i know, i just do, because i'm right. imagine the mighty councilman talis, the man of progress himself, humping a pillow like a bitch in heat because he's too needy to wait. sometimes he'll imagine that it's you beneath him, and he'll moan your name as he cums, thinking you can't hear. this leads to you both discovering that this man has a major kink for dry humping, he loves either sitting in your lap or having you sit in his and just getting off fully clothed. i also think he'd enjoy lap dances too, and would ride your thigh too. i ALSO think jayce would enjoy it if you rode his thigh, i mean.... c'mon who wouldn't want to
ok but like... sub!top jayce. me thinks yes. making him top you as a punishment and forcing him to fuck you. you take care of him all the time, shouldn't he return the favor? jayce desperately wants you to take control, flip him over and fuck him senseless, but your silky words and sweet praises make him want to make you cum even more. he would definitely manage to make you cum, he knows what he's doing, but he's really whiny and needy about it and would need some reassurance
look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't like being manhandled a little. you can't because your wrong. he totally would. jayce is used to people giving him what he wants and he's absolutely the type to get off to being pushed around. he wouldn't mind being folded into deep sex positions or even being slapped a bit, as long as you praise him afterwards
PRAISE KINK!!! i do think he has a degrading kink too, but it's definitely mostly praise. he gets a bit insecure sometimes, and the only way to get out of his own head is to be fucked silly and senseless by you while you whisper the sweetest words in his ears. he wouldn't mind a healthy mix of degrading/objectifying and praise tho, if you called him your "pretty slut" he'd think it was hot but if you started genuinely degrading him he would probably cry and get really clingy afterwards
i think his biggest kinks would be PRAISE, oral fixation (absolutely will elaborate if asked. please ask.), hair pulling, DRY HUMPING, somnophilia/sleepy sex (again, ABSOLUTELY will elaborate), breeding kink (👀), and obviously exhibitionism. i also think he'd have a little bit of a hand kink/fetish but would not admit it. if he saw you wearing a lot of rings, or if you're hands just look really nice in general, he would get a little turned on but won't say why. he thinks your hands look really nice around his neck too... 😇
"fuck- hngh-" Jayce bit down hard on the back of hand, attempting to muffle his moans as you rub his cock. you were seated on his lap, your hand wrapped around his thick girth as you jerked him off. within the confines of your shared bedroom you could be as filthy as you liked, yet it seemed Jayce was still too shy to fully let out his moans yet.
"aw, poor baby," you croon, speeding up the pace ever so slightly and paying attention to the tip of his leaky cock. his dick twitches against your palm as your thrusts quicken, Jayce's hips jerking upwards in response to the stimulation.
"hic- plea- please," he gasps, his hand hovering over his mouth as he throws his head back. "well, since you asked so nicely~" you tease, slowing down to painfully slow thrusts. Jayce lets out a sob, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes with each of your ministrations. he had lost count of the times you had teased him to near-release, only to ruin his orgasm at the last second. his abs clench with each stroke of his cock, and you can tell your pretty boy's patience is wearing thin. he really was too cute!
"Jayce," you murmur, speeding up again to catch his attention. his glossy, fucked out gaze meets yours, and you begin to jerk him off faster. with a gasp, his hand flies to your wrist, whether to push you away or to hold you there you were unsure. "s'too much!" he babbles, a few tears streaming down his cheeks as the coil in his abdomen tightens.
"aw, don't you want to be good f'me? you can take it, can't you?" Jayce nods, his dick twitching eagerly witth each thrust against your palm. you can tell he's close, and you decide to reward him. "can i- can i please-"
"you can cum, Jayce." with your reassurance, Jayce throws his head back, not even bothering to smother his moans as he cums so hard he swears he sees stars. his thighs shake as he coats himself in his own cum. as he comes down from his high, you gently massage his shoulders, tethering him back to reality as he steadies his breathing.
"you still with me, Counselor Talis?" Jayce grumbles, pulling you in close. "don't call me that. to you, 'm Jayce. nothing to else." you giggle, melting into his embrace. "lets get you cleaned up, hm?" you ask, and he nods, wordlessly following you like a lost puppy towards your shared bathroom. you both know damn well that this is probably going to lead to another round of steamy shower sex, yet he follows you in with the smallest smirk on his lips. what a man.
i will always be the number one jayce defender i do not CAREEEEE he's trying his best. i know nothing about leavue of legends lore and im basing this solely off of arcane, but i genuinely sympathize w him and idk why people hate him sm
don't come to tell me that vi is a super dominant girl and expert in sex or in relationships when the woman has been 7 years in prison ....
i mean, the simple touch of hands makes her hyperventilate, imagine asking her to have sex or even something as simple as a kiss with tongue ... the girl would convulse.
after coming home from a long day of work, your darling girlfriend vi surprises you with some gourmet chocolate. a sweet affection laced with something she thinks she’ll get away with, little does she know that you know her all too well.
ruling. nsfw — mature content
content warnings. afab! reader, sub! vi, aphrodisiac chocolate, degradation, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, slight overstimulation, vi uses nicknames for the reader (babe, baby, honey, sweetheart)
an. mommy mama oh god. this one is a little short bcs its like kind of vanilla or whatever but oh my god mother vi i would let her #### me til i ###### ngh. also i know i said i didn’t like the word cunt but I HAD TO USE IT I WAS USING PUSSY TOO MANY TIMES IT HAD TO HAPPEN IM SORRY!!!
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“slow down, y/n, please,” your girlfriend vi whined, hips jolting away from your tongue. “you’re being so rough, baby please.”
today you came home from work a bit tired. so, your beloved decided to surprise you with some chocolate. of course, you couldn’t deny a sweet treat. but a few moments after taking a bite, the world seemed so humid all of a sudden.
after fumbling around hazily for the discarded box, you found out that the chocolate had an aphrodisiac in the strawberry filling. some hormones or something, you don’t remember — not like you could when you were pushing your girlfriend into bed, ready to ravage her like a wild animal.
“sit still.” you instructed, burying your face into her pussy and licking a stripe up to her clit. she flinched and shied away; only to be dragged back down onto your face with your hands digging into her thighs.
vi whimpered, feeling your fingers hold her right in place. “i — baby, i’m sorry, i just wanted to try something out, babe—” she tried to explain, writing and jerking as you ate her out. “don’t apologize,” you murmured. the vibrations of your voice against her clit made her moan quietly. “just sit back and take what i give you, okay?”
she hesitated, but eventually nodded slowly and felt herself lean back into the bed. her thighs clenched around your head as you dove back down, tongue fucking her slowly.
as you kept working at her pussy, your hand made its way over to accompany your tongue. your middle finger was the first to slowly work its way inside of her, causing vi to gasp and writhe against the sheets.
“baby, oh god…” vi gasped, voice weaving weakly in and out of moans. again her hips tried to shy away from you. you pulled her back down with your free hand onto your lips before using the same hand to smack her thigh, causing her to jolt and whine. her voice left you wet, thoughts racing as you clenched your thighs together.
your finger worked in and out of her, pumping hastily as you pulled her down further onto your face. nose buried against her clit, your tongue worked at her core like a dying man’s first taste of water.
you slipped another finger inside of her, ring finger accompanying the middle. using the hand digging into her flesh to further spread her legs, burying your head in between vi’s thighs as she let out a strained gasp.
she let out another breathy moan. “you’re so fucking good at this, oh my god baby, please…” vi mumbled, voice going hoarse as your fingers sped up. you hummed to show her you were listening, and again the vibrations of your voice against her clit made her groan.
the haze of the aphrodisiac left you with more stamina than usual. your jaw and mouth working fast, tongue only working faster as your fingers struggle to keep up. your lips were sloppy against vi’s cunt. every lick and suck at her core was desperate and almost animalistic. her noises left your own pussy soaking in your underwear.
“babe — baby. baby, i’m gonna cum,” vi’s stomach muscles tensed and un-tensed as her hips began to grind down onto your tongue. “i’m gonna cum. please, love, i’m gonna cum.”
again you hummed, nose pressed against her clit as she came around your tongue with a drawn out gasp. but when you didn’t stop, she jerked up and tried to scramble backwards once more.
you brought your hand down onto vi’s thigh again, continuing to fuck her pussy with your tongue as she let out a strained moan. “babe, honey, ‘s too much,” she began to babble, grabbing at your hair as you kept thrusting your fingers and tongue into her. “i — i just came. sweetheart, i just came!”
“you can cum again.” you muttered in between her legs. she whined, thighs closing in around your head once more. “no. no, i can’t. i — i can’t do it, please, i need a break..”
but you didn’t stop. you wouldn’t unless you heard vi say the one word that would truly put all of this to rest. not even once your jaw began to cramp and lock and your wrist became sore from hitting her sweet spot over and over again.
until then, you’d continue to have your share. of your girlfriend, and the rest of that chocolate.
-is it too late for a Halloween special?? (It’s literally starting to be spring)
-instead of becoming a machine herald V is turning into a vampire
-SMUT!! IM A MINOR WRITING IT CLICK OFF IF THATS UNCOMFORTABLE
-you gotta scroll to get to it I’m evil like that
-dom/top reader, m!receiving (hj), biting (it’s vampire stuff), biting on the wrist and neck, consuming blood for sustenance is felt as intimacy, teasing, overstimulation, wanting to be “out of your head”, soft aftercare
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It was 11:28 pm now, Viktor was meant to be home by now; he said, what, 9:00 pm at the latest? Granted, his work did take days if he was that focused. No matter what he always sent some kind of notice, this kind of disappearance was new so of course you immediately got dressed and found the quickest way to his lab.
“Eight pm now.. the symptoms are–ah—not what I expected.” The recorder buzzed, Viktor’s hands shook. Experiments failed or had unexpected effects all the time, but something like this hadn’t exactly happened to him before; testing on himself was also a new concept. Surviving off typical means no longer sustained him, his body was failing and he could feel it. He had been reading about alternate ways to fuel the human body, and after over a month of research he had discovered some kind of trade off: the body becomes stronger at the cost of a slightly higher need for substance. Did it specify what substance meant or what substance it could be referring to? No of course not. Did it say the body would become stronger which in turn would let him create more possibilities for the future of the undercity? In a way yes!
He groaned in pain, the migraine encasing what felt like his entire skull had him slouched in a position which would never be good for him; hands pawing at the table with his forehead against the cold metal. His legs began buckling, gripping hard onto the edge of the table. “Please..” Wailing his grip began loosening. “Zastavit!” A sting filled his eyes as a stabbing pain ripped through his mouth, it felt like certain teeth were being pulled out and stretched. His pale skin began to burn, as if the blood underneath it was being boiled. “Nemůžu..” His body crumpled to the floor, the freezing tile not cold enough to soothe the fever. Images of you filled his mind, the gentle touch which felt as if it cured all wounds at least for a moment. Was any of this worth it? To die as a failed experiment, last thing he told you being a rushed goodbye with a kiss on the cheek. “Má lásko. Zachraň mě.”
The wind was blowing in a steady breeze, with an annoyed sigh you put your hands in your pockets. Warm in the morning cold at night, when would you remember the right times to bring a coat. The lab was only open to executives at this point, which you were definitely not, but a copy of a key was easy to come by with the kind of equipment Viktor owned (and definitely knew you were using). Walking through the dark halls can be unnerving, especially with incomprehensible noises of.. pain? Coming from somewhere. Reaching the door of the lab the noises seemed to have stopped, opening the door took extra effort which is when you realized it was closed so forcefully it was pushed through the opposite side of the doorframe. “Viktor?”
It felt darker than the hallways, walking in further the sound of soft buzzing reached your ears. As did the feeling of something snapping under your foot, looking down there was a broken tape recorder. After moving your foot the buzzing stopped, it was crushed so tightly in certain areas that wires and electrical bits were spilling out. “Viktor are you here?” Getting further into the room yielded no results, just more darkness.
Out of nowhere it felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you, cold tile underneath you causing your skin to tighten. Looking up as your vision adjusted it was Viktor above you, hands clenched on your collar with foggy eyes. His voice broke; despite his soft, trembling words a stark contrast to his harsh grip and the way he tackled you from out of nowhere. “Láska.. it hurts so much.” When he spoke you noticed beneath his lips were a pair of fangs, six of them to be exact; two replaced the canines with another two next to them although slightly smaller, two on the bottom underneath the canines. His head dropped onto your shoulder, the sting caused you to wince. “What is this?” Trying to pry him off failed, he wasn’t necessarily that weak but at no point in his life would he have this kind of strength. It felt as if restraints were fixed to the ground with steel rods enforcing them. “I did not know this is what it meant—I want to take it back please make it stop.” His voice was slightly muffled, when distressed his accent got thicker which made it even harder to understand him through all of the stuttering and soft wailing.
After pleading for what felt like hours his body began to relax, the warmth of his skin also felt slightly cooler. “The—price of my.. experiment. I need a new kind of sustenance to stay alive.” Sitting up with him more or less in your lap gave him an easier time to wrap his arms around you, caging you there in a way. “Restart. Experiment, start there.” He clicked his tongue, a habit he developed when words felt overwhelming or he couldn’t process his thoughts. “I wanted to fix this—my..myself I wanted to fix myself. And at the price of humanity, I’ve developed a taste for.. the humanity of others.” With pursed lips your brows furrowed. “Viktor I love the way you talk but I need slightly more comprehensible words right now.”
“Pro lásku Boží..” His grip tightened. “It’s—bloodlust. I have an undeniable urge to rip t-through flesh.. mostly mine.” He whispered the last part, with more panic now you tried to get him off of you. “Viktor that’s doing nothing to soothe my nerves.” It was almost as if you could feel his panic. “No no! Nothing to you it—okay the uhm—I can feel your pulse and its. Messing with my head a bit. But I’m not going to hurt you it just—” You kissed the side of his face, breathing out nervously. “I trust you enough not to do more than tackle me; I just don’t understand, this.” He moved back, climbing off of you with the same foggy eyes. “I’ve made a bad decision, I have traded my weaknesses for.. some kind of hunger. It’s beneath my skin and it feels revolting.”
He looked at you with eyes so scared it felt like he assumed you’d start berating him. “Miláček even if you didn’t make.. whatever decision this is. I still care for you, so much. Viktor I love you, and no matter what I will continue to love you. Even if you are about to rip open my skin.” The timing might’ve been off but it was an attempt at a joke, he smiled but it obviously helped a minimal amount at best. Sighing, you stood up; despite having some kind of newfound strength he was still just as light, if not lighter. Picking him up and (as gently as possible) dropping him onto a chair, sitting on the desk in front of it so he could have the back support.
“It came with a fever, the kind that you can feel cold air through. But the cold does nothing. And my mouth—” He reached a hand up and carded it through his hair, breathing picking up. “—it was as if my teeth were growing and I could feel it in the roots. It all hurts so much.” His hands slid down his face, then clasping together in his lap as he slouched forward. “The hunger.” When you spoke he looked up, clearly confused.
You looked at him, head tilted slightly. “You mentioned bloodlust. What does it feel like?” He sputtered and licked his lip before speaking. “It—I don’t even know. It is.. a taste for blood of some kind. In my heart I know something like this is monstrous I know that. But I can’t help the feeling it comes with closeness.” He looked up at you, still slouched; from this angle even in the darkness it felt as if his eyes glowed, they bore through you with such intensity it made no sense with how softly he was gazing upon you. “The idea of.. having your blood in my mouth, the very essence of your living being. It sounds like some kind of sick comfort. And I’m..” He groaned in frustration. “I’m not sure what to do with that thought.”
Using the tip of your shoe you pulled the chair forward, the sudden movement caused Viktor to stumble slightly and knock his head against you. Trying to hold back a smile you intertwined your fingers in his hair, scratching along his scalp as he relaxed. Whatever happened, whatever he did to himself; obviously stressed him out, a blind man could see that. With a tired exhale he laid his head against your thighs, fingers tracing along the skin. “It’s indescribable. Like I can feel your pulse and blood flowing.. very unsettling. Actually.” With brows furrowed you mumbled a joking ‘huh’. You slid your hand to the back of his head, tilting it up to you softly. “How do you feel?” His expression showed more sarcasm, as did his tone. “Like I’ve just been experimented on by a doctor who dropped out a week before finals. How are you má lásko?” Scratching forward along his scalp he laid his head down again, slender fingers reaching up to pull your hand down to him. Shaking more than normal as he traced along your knuckles, up and back down your fingers; pressing gently along the most visible veins in your wrist. “I can feel these as well, I don’t like it I’ll be honest.” He kissed the skin softly, lingering there for a moment too long.
“You have fangs.” Without moving his head he shifted his gaze up. “Excuse me?” Pushing your finger softly on his cheek you traced it over his lips. “For the bloodlust, you have fangs.” Parting his lips slightly you pushed your index finger past his lips, finding the top fangs and pressing upwards. Looking up at you he was clearly confused; wincing when your finger made contact with his teeth, still mildly sensitive. Breathing out sharply when you felt the point break skin you pushed slightly harder, rubbing the blood against his bottom lip while pulling your finger out. “See? Fangs.” His tongue slid out against his bottom lip and anywhere your blood touched him.
He groaned in frustration, hiding his face back on your thighs. “Sakra. You are doing this on purpose..” Rotating your finger around you had made a sharp enough puncture for a few small drops to land on your thigh, obviously it stung but nothing worse than a paper cut. “What if you die because you don’t act on this hunger? I’m sure you dying wasn’t the point of this experiment..” The way his fingers pressed into your thigh made it feel like he could claw through them, but as his head lay in your lap you knew it would never come close to that; it also might’ve been the fact that when he did finally look up at you it was with the neediest eyes he’d given you in a while.
The tip of your boot linked with the chair he was sitting in again, pulling it closer to you. “Sit up vědec.” The way he leaned back felt like something out of a painting, one arm draped over the armrest with his head tilted back. His breathing was unsteady, clothes messy and loose from trying to stop the heat. “Not that far..” You pressed your foot next to his leg on the chair, more or less caging him in this position. Tugging up your sleeve and folding over the cuff he shook his head. “This is dangerous. I don’t want to hurt you—” Once again attempting to make a poorly timed joke you brushed hair out of his face. “We’ve done worse than this are you serious?” Shaking his head again he looked at you with those needy eyes. “Worse than drinking blood? You must be mistaken..” He was trying to play along with your joke but it was clear he was extremely uneasy.
“Try it, see how you feel. If it’s awful and you hate it we won’t ever come close to doing this again. The same applies for me.” He swallowed, shaky fingers clasping around your forearm as he moved closer. Breathing out slowly before suddenly sinking his fangs into your wrist. Your brows furrowed with the sudden pain as you began taking deep breaths to relax, the puncture itself wasn’t so bad it was the removal that hurt. His tongue sliding over the wounds as he sucked gently was an interesting sensation, not unpleasant, just interesting.
When he pulled away he quickly wiped his mouth and made an annoyed noise. “This is—disgusting. Honestly.” He frowned. “How does it feel?” Clicking his tongue he looked up at you. “See that is exactly the problem. I am drinking what is a mixture of blood and saliva and it. It feels good. And I feel calmer—it just makes me truly realize how big of a mistake I’ve made doing this.” Covering his face with his hands he groaned, then moving them as he started talking with his hands. “It feels like I’m using you as some sort of—I don’t even know! But this does not feel mutual and I dislike that very much.”
“That’s alright, it doesn’t need to happen then.” With a nonverbal allusion you lifted him up carefully, taking his spot on the chair while he sat in your lap. The moment felt comfortable, soft, he was relaxed and that’s all you could ask for. “How’s the body pain now? There’s something about you that feels steadier I guess, I figure this is a symptom of your experiment.” He hummed, thinking long enough as if he was evaluating every inch of himself. “I feel stronger, it feels like a perpetual stretch though. Painful but not enough to count as pain.. if that makes sense at all.” You nodded, mindlessly dragging your fingers up and down the folds and textures of his clothing. “I feel tense, it feels like a physical reaction of extreme anxiety but with none of.. with less of the mental strain.” He continued, grumbling as he placed his head on your shoulder.
“Do you want something to help with the stress? It won’t be permanent but maybe for tonight you can put these problems aside. We can figure them out tomorrow.” He nodded, the words seemed to enter his mind but take longer to process.
Viktor sighed, warm air indirectly flowing along your neck. “It might be an inappropriate time to ask you something like this.” You could feel his eyes closing, more or less hiding his face in your neck. “I don’t want to be in my head, it feels so busy and overwhelming and.. I need help.” After pressing a kiss to his hairline you began helping him undo the remaining buttons still connected on his shirt.
Despite his clear want there was no presence of urgency, simply content with you helping him loosen his clothes. Knowing you’d take care of him created a feeling of comfortability, breathing heavier against your neck as his hands became clumsier. His pants came next, getting them down to about his thighs; if he wanted he could pull them down further on his own.
For some, the rough treatment of being manhandled and grabbed would cause a fluttery mind. But it was always how gentle you were with Viktor that did it for him; how the pads of your fingers pressed down the muscles in his back, how you would hold his hand, kiss all over him. Nothing created such empty space in his head like how soft you were with him.
His legs twitched, a sign he was still supporting them, with a drag of your fingers down his stomach and over his thighs the tension began to subside. Laying your fingers on his lower stomach your palm was growing closer to his cock, making sure to support his waist as he lifted up slightly to help you get his underwear down.
It was common for him to go nonverbal during moments like this, which is why you took things slower than another person might be accustomed to. It gave Viktor enough time to process what was happening and then pick a different communication method to tell you to slow down or stop.
His breathing grew heavier as he let his weight sink onto you and the chair; swallowing with shallower breaths when your fingers traced over him.
Teasing him, especially in a state of stress would be nothing short of cruel. Tonight or rather what would become this morning, was a comforting distraction. Settling your closed hand at the base of his cock the movements that followed were gentle, slick; you could feel his throat contract as he swallowed, forehead pressed against your skin. Pushing his hips up was no use while his legs were so weak—it had him making a noise of frustration. To counter this you moved your hand with slightly more pressure, deepening the strokes.
Viktor’s words became nonsensical, a mess of ‘please’ ‘faster’ and a slur of noises. The fog behind his eyes growing heavier. Whispering sweet nothings into his ear with one hand grasping his waist had him begging for more help. Even in the cool atmosphere of the laboratory he still managed to start overheating, his senses flooded with constant stimuli. Through the gentle yet heavy movements against his cock he felt a tension snap, whining while he aimlessly gripped the fabric of your clothes.
In a hazy, delirious state of mind it felt like some kind of instinct to sink his teeth into your neck. The pressure stung but it subsided after a moment; thumbing over his tip you began moving your hand again. Pulling blood from your neck his head grew fuzzier.
A calm and calculated scientist, never skipping a beat in his work; drunk on blood and lust.
With a sputter he let his head fall back, hair falling around his face, blood leaking down his lips. Viktor exhaled before swallowing, his fingers spasming with a loose grip upon you. “One more—má lásko please.” Returning his head to its previous position on your shoulder his breathing became shallow, trying to regain himself. With gentle strokes—more rubbing with your fingers and thumb actually, he laid his weight on your body and whined.
After a softer moment he began pushing his hips up, as well as trying to get his bare skin anywhere yours matched. Picking up longer motions with your hand you rested your other against his waist, fingers wrapping around the curve. “Still so perfect Viktor..” Sweet nothings whispered into his ear, the praise would normally be met with a noise of embarrassment or some rebuttal. But not now, not while his head was filled with nothing but the feeling of your warmth. Shutting his eyes tighter his hips sputtered, body falling almost limp as he came again. The sudden weight had you almost making a joke about him falling but you decided against it as you supported him better into your lap.
Viktor’s breathing was heavy, his legs almost instinctively curled up and would’ve stayed that way if not for the sensitivity. Your fingers traced against his waist and against the bottom of his ribs, squeezing him softly. “Are you still thinking?” He looked up at you through his eyelashes. “Only about how I’d like to do that again, perhaps after a long nap.” You smiled with a soft laugh, holding him in a brief respite before helping him get more dressed than he currently was. “A long nap for you then.” Offering him his cane which had been discarded much earlier in the night, and a hand to help him walk you headed home. The laboratory could always be cleaned tomorrow. Or Jayce could get to it and Viktor could be kept a bit late in the morning, Jayce surely wouldn’t mind.
hi sorry Ive been dead for a few days I have been doing my actual job smh anyways I am back to say
god I want to destroy this man
I want to make him choke on my cock and fuck him until he needs more than a cane to stand with
I want to face fuck this man and bend him over his lab table or desk so any time he goes to work with Jayce he’s reminded of me splitting him open and filling him up with so much cum he doesn’t have to eat for the next day
I want to have him ride me while I’m sitting in his chair with the door unlocked so he fears that someone will walk in
I would invite Jayce to watch me fuck him so hard he cries
but I also want to hold him against my chest and convince him to take a break from work
I want to cuddle him in bed and make him breakfast in the morning and pack him lunch for the office
I want him to lay with his head in my lap and tell me about his day and the experiments he’s conducted
I want to take little baths with him and make dinner so he knows to take breaks
I want to sneak up on him while he’s working late in his office so I can kiss his neck and convince him to take a rest on the sofa in his lab
I want to pick him up and take him home every night, shower with him, make him some food, and cuddle with him until he falls asleep in my arms
I want to lay with him and tell him how gorgeous he is and how much I love him
I want to kiss all over the ”imperfections” on his face and tell him how much I like them
I want to fall asleep looking at the stars with him and have him tell me about his childhood
I want him to be comfortable enough to open up to me about his illness and his past traumas so I can help him get through and process them
I want to show this man that he is capable of love and capable of being loved
I want to show him how to take care of himself so he doesn’t need to put his whole being into his work
I want to teach him to have hobbies
That is all I am in love with him
god he’s so PRETTY
sososo sorry for rambling bc I am high and it is like 2 am but i love men
