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saeneryis · 2 years

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A Night to Remember

Includes: Viktor x Reader (gn) Tags: nsfw, finger sucking, gn reader, porn with plot, eventual smut, wholesome, pinning, viktor doms you yes, casual drinking.

Summary: Parties were never really your favorite thing; but giving into Mel's request, you decide to attend, and keep your lover Viktor some warm company. What is bound to happen when passion begins boiling between you two lovebirds?

"May the celebration begin!" The dazzling councilwoman exclaimed, before the room was consumed over a wave of glasses clanking together in unison. You found yourself sitting in one of the nearby tables, toying with the flowery petals that decorated the extravagant-looking centerpiece. "I thought you weren't coming." Butterflies fluttered inside of you as you saw Viktor quickly come down from behind the stage towards your table, and approached to kiss your cheek. "Never thought these kind of events were really your cup of tea." He sat down. "Well..

At the core, you've never been an enjoyer of social gatherings of this size and caliber. "I don't have a place there." You insisted to Mel as she rummaged through your wardrobe. It's not like it was going to work anyways; everyone, incluiding you, seemed to always give into her requests. The thought of her being some kind of sorceress with mind control powers has crossed your mind before, but you'd rather not focus on such impossible things this early in the morning.

Placing her hand close to your shoulder, the councilwoman gave you a comforting smile. "Well, I still think you should be present. Viktor's coming too, you know... And.. I believe you two are very fond of each other.. isn't that correct?" "I-" "Give it a chance, darling. You'll look just as beautiful as starlight." Medarda pulled a particularly elegant outfit from inside the closet. Adorned with a radiant smile, she posed herself on your left. "What do you say?"

"So you said yes, I presume..?" A snarky look emerged from Viktor's face as he turned around at you, to which, you gleefully responded to with the most extreme display of annoyance you have ever showed to anyone.

"What makes you think that, Vik?"

A chuckle escaped from his mouth. "Seeing you standing in front of me, looking as beautiful as you ever were." Your expression shifted into absolute embarassment; even though you had been together for a couple of years now, the thought of him going out of his zone ocasionally to surprise you with heart warming words still hit like a truck, especially in public.

"Viktor!" You exclaimed in shame as red shaded your cheeks. "Are you drunk?"

"Eeh." He shaked his head in disagreement. "Sudden experimentation often leads to the best results, and in our case-- I have to say, I quite enjoyed seeing your reaction." "Can't say I didn't like it either." As the sight of his amber eyes pulled you deeper into him, your lips quickly found way over his, sharing a loving moment in a chaotic moment. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the speech, not the rest of the people. Only you two. Could this moment last forever, you would opt for it without a single thought.

"O-OoOh!" A small curse escapes your lips as both you and Viktor pull away from each other at the unpleasant surprise. "H-Hey! Jayce." You stammered in awkwardness, luckily, your lover was quick to back you up. "What brings you here?" A certain insecurity seemed to develop under his voice. The man gulped. "I- Uh, well.." He laughed. "I, I, DRINKS! Yeah, you guys, uh. Want.. drinks? THERE'S THE TABLE OVER THERE AND I-" A greater, much more, delicate presence took over the conversation.

"Come on now Jayce, stop nagging them." After Mel's gracious words, he seemed to retreat while mouthing the words "i'm sorry" in what looked to be a very funny display. The woman approached his ear and whispered something, which seemed to send the man flying accross into the bartending area.

"So sorry for that." Merdarda apologized. "Jayce can have very.. uh, wrong timings sometimes."

"At this point, I don't really mind him. He's fun to tease, although.. well we were pretty much in the middle of something very important." He approached your ear and whispered in a very low raspy tone. "Which we will continue later on, of course."

Jayce came back to the party with a tray of freshly-made martinis, leaving them over the table and sitting next to Mel. "A toast. For our future."

So, here you were; the greatest event of the year. The beautiful chandeliers adorning the ceiling seemed almost blinding-- on a good way-- which would probably make Mel happy. Hours passed, yet, excitement remained present in the atmosphere. "Vik, look what I found!" "Hm?" "It's an ionian treat. They say it tastes like magic." Overflown with excitement you screamed and shaked. "It's wonderful, isn't it!?" Viktor smiled at your beauty; not only was he admiring your emotion, but also everything you had brought into his life. Love, happiness, and a spark he never thought was still inside of him.

"But I want you to try it." You added, lifting the small treat and leaving it on his hands. "Me? Why?" The man questioned in surprise. "I thought you were.. excited to try it."

You rolled your eyes in irony. "I have something else in mind."

"Oh, alright." He obviously didn't understand what you suggested, but oh well. "It's.." He whispered as he surely made fast work of the tart. "It's sweet, and there's a hint of... anise?"

"Is it good?" "Yes, very. You have very, very good taste." "Can I try it then?" A smile formed around your face, as your hands seemed to reach out for his chest, pulling him closer against you.

You both resumed the interrupted fling from earlier, but this time, something was different; Viktor's moves seemed much more erratic, almost as if he had been holding it in for a long time.

"My.." He whimpered, just before your lips met his again, pulling you even closer to him as his slim fingers went through your hair with care. None of you cared anymore. Even if there's people around. Even if Jayce or Mel are looking from the corner of the room, it simply, did not matter any longer.

Your hand went down on his chest, down to his torso, as you slowly appreciated each one of his body muscles.

You both needed each other. More than ever. Right now.

And nobody was going to change that. As soon as the door of the spare guest bedroom closed behind you, Viktor leaned you against a wall, as his wild, uncontrolled kissed made his way down to your neck. "Ngh.. Viktor, I-" You moaned out, but he quickly put his index finger over your mouth. "Shh.." He whispered. "We don't know if there's people around here.."

You nodded, silently enduring the delicious sensation his handscaressing your chest caused to all of your body. You felt the tips of his fingers trailing around your chest from under your clothes, spinning circles around your upper body.

His lips were back against yours, and you felt the hotness of his breath melting your worries away as Viktor carried you over the bed. Completely laid down, the man began stripping your clothes away with such an attention to detail; starting with your underpants, and making his way into your underwear.

His hand reached between your legs, stroking you through the cloth, to which, he was shocked. "You're.. wet. This is.. for me?" He whispered. "I wonder... just how long... you had been thinking about it." Moving your undies to the side, Viktor began eating you out almost desperately, all while shushing you everytime he felt you got louder.

He pulled away. "Mind the sound..."He said once again, but how were you supposed to keep quiet, while you felt his fingers reach for your insides?

His tongue drooled over you, savoring every detail, every stroke, every slurp, with pure and unfiltered passion. By this point, his shirt had been unbuttoned, except for his tie, which was strangely kept around his neck. Spreading your legs wide open, Viktor climbed over the bed.

He invited you to take them off, to which, you complied, and as soon as you lowered the elastic, his big member flopped out; you could tell he was as hungry, and as needy as you were.

He began introducing himself inside of you; giving you time to adjust. By this point, it was impossible to stop the muffled moans escaping from your mouth everytime you felt how it throbbed, and how it pulled back and deeper with each of his slow thrusts. He was quite long, and you could swear, it was reaching places you never thought anyone else ever would, and you were fucking crazy about it.

As his thrusts gained more confidence and began ramping up in speed, a whine left your lips, to which, he shook in surprise. Two fingers from his left hand suddenly found their way inside your mouth, hoping it would help reduce the sound of your breathy moans.

Oh god. This turned you on more than he could have possibly imagined; the stimulation from his hips pushing into yours sent you spiraling into a storm of whines and moans, all which, were very faintly reduced by his slim fingers twirling inside of your mouth.

"I- I-." He moaned out, with the most of his efforts attempting to still nullify any possible sound, yet, it all seemed futile.

"I lo-love you!"

Pulling his fingers out of you, he pulled you closer towards him, getting one last kiss as climax finally reached bay; the combined sensation of his hot breath, his spasming d*ck inside of you, and your shaky legs; you both managed to end at the same time, together.

After a few seconds, Viktor pulled out of you, watching the entirety of his cum drip out of your entrance and over the bed.

Before words could come out of him, you pulled him into the bed alongside you. "Can I ask you something?" "Ask away, darling." Viktor responded. "What was the party even for?" "I have.. no fucking idea."

Writer's Note: And that's the end! I hope if you got all the way here, you enjoyed it! I love writing wholesome, yet... spicy things like these! I'm still looking forward for a full-on long Viktor story, but it will probably be a bit until it sees light. Gotta make sure it's perfect :･ﾟ✧ I want to thank anyone who's liked/reblogged/or even just read my past works- It truly means a lot, and I want to say, thank you! Have a wonderful night.

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mysticmousecat · 2 years

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Something New - Part 2 (NSFW) Viktor x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Sex dreams, mentions of masturbation, fingering, inappropriate use of a professors desk, Angst that will only get worse

Synopsis: (y/n) has finally accepted that maybe the feelings she has toward Viktor are a little more than platonic, but what if it's already too late to tell him?

“So how is the wonderous land of Piltover?” Your mother asked as she helped you bring in groceries to your modest academy provided apartment. Unlike you, she had no intentions of ever leaving Zaun, the only reason she even came up here was to see you, her only daughter. “And how is Viktor?”

“He’s good, healthy,” Your mother shot you an incredulous look. “-er” you added after.

Your mother gave sigh and a slight shake of her head. “I swear that boy is just like his mother,” Despite her sigh, there was a look of fondness on her face. Your mother loved Viktor like he was one of her own children, he practically was with how much time you would spend with him when you were children. “Is he...” Your mother paused as she thought of her next words. “Seeing anyone?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Interesting.”

“Mom.” You gave your mother a pointed look.

“What?” She raised her hands in surrender. “I’m just saying.”

You set to work putting ingredients in cabinets and utensils in drawers. “Viktor’s not the...Dating type, I don’t think.” You were scrutinizing one of your coffee mugs as you spoke, grazing the smooth ceramic in your hands.

“I beg to differ.” Your mother laughed as she reached into a bag, emerging with several bottles of spices and seasonings.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying that boy was practically in love with you when you were teenagers.” You didn’t really know what to say to that. You thought back to when you and Viktor had been younger, trying to find any time when what your mother just said may have been obvious, but you came up empty.

“Absolutely not,” You finally said. “I’m probably the furthest from his type someone could get.”

“(y/n) he wrote you every week for 16 years.”

“And I wrote him,” You argued.

“And what does that say?” It was a loaded question, one that made you stop in your tracks. That conversation would weasel its way into your mind that night, occupy your thoughts as you retraced every memory you could from your youth, trying to find any instance where you could find proof of Viktor ever having feelings for you. He just always seemed so... Viktor. There was never anything that showed otherwise. Then your mind drifted to what else your mother had said. Did you have feelings for him? You almost laughed out loud, absolutely not, it was impossible. Viktor was like family; you couldn’t see him like that... Right?

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Grading papers was your least favorite part of your job. It took hours and resulted in your spine being so stiff after sitting in one position for so long. Currently, you had opted to do this tedious task in your classroom, as opposed to doing it in the lab, like you normally would. After your conversation with your mother the day before, you found yourself nervous to go in. There was no way you felt anything beyond platonic for Viktor, it was impossible, but even still, the idea of looking him in eye, of being so close to him for hours, it sent nerves up your spine, so here you were, on the other side of the building. Was it ridiculous? Yes. Did you feel stupid? Yes. Was that going to stop you? No.

As you drew your sixth red ‘X’ in a row, you leaned your head in your free hand, closing your eyes for a moment. Your head hurt and your back was aching, you considered standing and walking around the room, just to get your blood flowing again, but before you could, there was a knock on the wood of your open door. Looking up you met the amber eyes of the man who’d been so prevalent in your thoughts since yesterday.

“Long day?” Viktor asked as he crossed the threshold into your classroom, leisurely making his way to stand behind your chair. You couldn’t see him anymore, but you could sure as hell feel him, the hair on your neck standing on end.

“Something like that.” You answered as you drew another ‘X’. You felt Viktor place a hand on the back of your chair, leaning forward to read the questions on the paper you were grading.

“I was never very good at chemistry.” Viktor stated, you could feel his breath on the shell of your ear, sending electricity down your spine. Since when was he able to do this to you? The feeling of Viktor’s hand coming to rest on your shoulder took over your attention, his thumb rubbing tight circles into your skin, loosening the tight muscle under his hand. “A long day indeed.” Viktor stated, referring to the tightness of your shoulders. You could feel the heat in your veins, the butterflies in your stomach as this man, a man who you’d known almost your entire life, touched you, a touch you were very familiar with, but also found so foreign at the same time.

You felt as his other hand came to pull your hair from your neck, draping it over your other shoulder. Before you could ask what he was doing, you felt his lips on your neck, pulling the breath from your lungs as your hand tightened around your pen. You felt his hand glide down your spine, igniting flames under your skin all the way down as he placed a kiss at your pulse point, you tilted your head, giving him further access. What were you doing? This was Viktor, your best friend since literally forever, and here you were, ready to beg him to fuck you against this desk. Your train of thought was halted as you felt Viktor’s fingertips dip under the hem of your shirt, pulling it up ever so slightly to slip his hand underneath, gliding his hand from your back to your stomach, dragging his hand upward until he was pulling your shirt above your head, tossing it somewhere you didn’t know where. His lips were against your ear the next moment, hand hesitating before it reached your chest. “Tell me to stop.” His voice was loud in the otherwise silent classroom. You thought about his words, if you did, things would go back to normal, you would go back to being his best friend, pretending you didn’t see how handsome he was, pretending you weren’t wondering what his kiss tasted like, pretending like you didn’t want his hands on you.

“I don’t want you to stop.” You said, the steadiness of your voice surprising you as you finally felt his hand that had stopped just beneath your bra start to move again, gliding over the lacey fabric, squeezing roughly before pulling you back against the chair, his lips pressing against the juncture of your neck and shoulder, sucking a mark before his lips trailed up your neck, your hand coming up to tangle in his hair, craning your head to the side to meet his lips when came up. You found yourself out of your chair, pushing it to the side as you let Viktor crowd you against the desk, hoisting yourself up, pushing all of the papers you’d previously been working on to the floor as your best friend placed himself between your legs, pulling your body flush against his as he connected your lips again, this time letting his tongue invade your mouth. You couldn’t hold back the moan if you’d wanted to, tanging your fingers in his hair and giving a light tug, feeling his light gasp as he ground his hips against yours. His hands dragged down your sides before one found its way beneath your skirt, teasing you through your underwear, which was already soaked. It seems Viktor was just as desperate as you, wasting no time in dragging your underwear down your thighs, tossing the garment somewhere off to the side before sinking two of those dexterous fingers deep into your aching heat, pulling the sweetest of gasps from you, which he gladly swallowed. It was embarrassing how close you already were as he thrust his fingers in and out of you, his thumb finding your clit and his lips found your throat once again, sucking mark after mark into your skin. You were so close, just a little more and you would...

You shot up in bed, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin, and a distinct wetness in your underwear. It took you a minute to catch your breath. It was a dream, all of that was a dream. You fell back onto your mattress, replaying the dream in your mind over and over. Viktor’s hands on your skin, his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth, his fingers inside of you. Your subconscious was actively trying to murder you and any hope of getting back to sleep was quickly doused as the flame of arousal only grew. You thought about it, really thought about it, and worked hard to resist the temptation, it was absolutely out of the question, you were not going to fuck yourself to thoughts of your best friend. Even if said best friend had just used his own fingers to fuck you in a very realistic wet dream that you knew would be stuck in your head for days. Absolutely not. You were not going to.

You lost that battle, and if Viktor’s name found its way from your lips more than once... well that was between you and the darkness of your bedroom.

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“What?” Mel’s hands halted in her painting, quickly turning to stare at you, where you were sat on her duvet. “You had a dream about Viktor.”

“Yes.”

“A sex dream.”

“Yes.”

“Did you tell him?” You looked at Mel, dumbfounded. What did she mean ‘did you tell him?’

“Absolutely not!” You choked out, perhaps a little too loudly. “And neither will you.” You pointed an accusatory finger at Mel, who simply raised her hands in surrender.

“I solemnly swear not to tell Viktor that your subconscious wants to have sex with him.” You sighed, your shoulders slumping as you let yourself fall onto your back, hands overlapping over your stomach.

“What do I do Mel?” You asked, staring up at her ceiling.

“Well that depends,” Mel started, returning to her painting. “Do you have feelings for him?” You were silent at that, silent for a little too long. “(y/n).”

“I don’t know.” You admitted, and it was the truth. You didn’t know. You’d known Viktor for 25 years, you figured if you were to develop feelings for him it would have happened sooner, wouldn’t it?

“Well, let's look at it this way,” Mel began. “If Viktor walked in right now, pulled you up and kissed you, what would you do?” You were silent again. “(y/n).”

“This can’t be happening.” If you had been paying less attention, you probably would have missed Mel’s soft chuckle at your predicament.

“I do believe it is indeed happening (y/n).” The two of you remained quiet for a long time, finally you turned over onto your side, resting your head on your arm.

“You know my mom thought he was in love with me when we were teenagers.” Your tone was solemn.

“I fail to see the problem, if you’re starting to return his feelings shouldn’t that be a good thing?” Mel asked, turning toward you again.

“Mel, that was 16 years ago. Even if it were true, and he had feelings for me back then, who keeps unrequited feelings for 16 years?”

“You’re afraid it’s too late.” Mel says for you, as she comes to sit next to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “(y/n) you are never going to know, unless you tell him.”

“What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, I know it’s been almost two decades, but I think I’m in love with you.’ I’m not sure how well that will go.”

“I can’t tell you what you’re supposed to do, (y/n), but I can tell you that in the years I’ve known Viktor, I’ve never seen him take a serious lover, so maybe take that as a sign that it might not be too late.” Mel was right. Maybe if you talked to him, told him how you were feeling, he’d feel the same. You knew at the very least, it wasn’t like he’d turn you away, he’d talk it out with you, he’d be there for you, like he always was. You needed to talk to him, even if it didn’t end in a romantic rendezvous, at least you wouldn’t be keeping any secrets from him.

Your walk to the lab was a deliberately slow one, in no hurry to face what was more than likely going to be a broken heart, but it seemed that time had decided to speed up for you, arriving at the doors to the lab before you knew it. You still had no idea what you were going to say to him, how were you supposed to tell your best friend that you had feelings for him? You steeled yourself for a moment, taking a deep breath before finally pushing open the doors.

You were immediately greeted by Jayce, who noticed your entrance first, he shot you that dazzling white smile that you had come to know so well, but it wasn’t Jayce who grabbed your attention first, it was Viktor... and the woman draped so close to him that you felt claustrophobic just looking at them. You watched as she wrapped her hands around his arm, eagerly looking down to see what he was doing, giggling as she whispered something in his ear. The smile he gave her put a rock on your stomach, the way he let her hang off of him made bile crawl up your throat, but the worst part, was how beautiful she was, flawless skin, long beautiful dark hair, chocolate brown eyes and a beautiful body to boot, she was easily one of the most beautiful women you’d ever met.

“You okay?” Jayce’s voice cut through your haze, finally pulling your gaze away from the image of some random woman hanging off of the man who you were kind of, sort of, probably, at least a little in love with.

“Oh- Yes, sorry,” You said, glancing back over to Viktor and then back to Jayce. “Who’s she?” You tried to keep the venom out of your voice, and if Jayce heard any of it, he didn’t address it.

“Her name is Angela; her father is here discussing politics with the council.” Jayce stated, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“Well, she seems to have taken quite a liking to Viktor.” You tried to sound lighthearted. Jayce seemed to chuckle at this.

“Yeah, and from the looks of it, he’s taken quite the liking to her too,” You felt the ice in your veins at Jayce’s words. You could feel the burn of tears behind your eyes. You needed to leave, and you needed to leave now.

“You know, I just remembered, I was supposed to meet up with Mel for a... a thing. Tell Viktor I said hi won’t you?” And with that, you spun on your heel and got as far from that lab as you could, if Jayce had tried to stop you, you didn’t hear him, all you heard was the thumping of your heart in your ears as you tried your hardest to keep the tears at bay until you reached your apartment.

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Arcane Characters + Aftercare

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Finn, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hickies, scratch marks, aftercare, bathing, food and drinks, talking, soothing kisses, slow and gentle sex

A/N: Aftercare is really important. At least that's what I've heard lol. And there just isn't enough of it depicted in fanfics.

Jinx would kiss and ask about every mark she's made. In the moment you liked it but do you like them still?

She'd wonder if she was too hard on you and carefully take note of every bruise she's made, gently brushing her lips over them, tracing them with her fingers and tongue, loving the way you sigh against her and arch your back further into her.

"That looks a like it hurt sweetheart. Was it painful? You should have said something then. You liked it eh? Well that's good, but if I ever go too hard you'd tell me right? I don't... actually want to break you. Tell you what, I'll kiss every single mark better? Sound good?"

Vi loves to cuddle you after sex. No matter what the two of you did prior she will give you the absolute best cuddles afterwards.

She'd wrap her arms around you, low on your back and pull you close, your face on her chest, her lips kissing your forehead and the top of your head. She loves the way you nuzzle close into her and trail your fingers across her muscles, making her let out a pleasant exhale.

"Oh damn sweetstuff, you really went at it tonight huh? What's the matter? Felt pent up hahaha. Well truth be told I did too. And you know what I feel like right now? Squeezing you against me and never letting you go again? Food? I don't need that when I have a snack like you in my bed."

Caitlyn would bring you what ever you wanted to eat and drink. She'd also memorize your favorites and cook them for you afterwards while you took a short nap.

For her keeping her strength and energy up is important for her job and she has the same attitude when it comes to aftercare. She will make sure you are hydrated and that you get to have your favorite snack while the two of you talk about your plans for the rest of the day, or the next day depending on when you have sex.

"Here you go darling, I brought you all your favorites. Why do I insist on this? Well I know you like them and I know that you're feeling quite happy right now, I just want to keep the energy going. Fine, yes I also want to make sure you have enough energy for... more, if you want."

Ekko likes doing nice things for you as aftercare. He wants you to know that he will take care of all your hearts desires both in and out of the bedroom.

He'd make little gifts for you while you watch, always having something to work on in arms reach, bring you lots of soft blankets for you to cuddle up with, have your favorite fruits on hand and ready for the two of you to playfully tease each other while you eat and enjoy the afterglow.

"What do you want this time Firefly? Oh you know I can make anything, I'm very good with my hands as you've pointed on many times, and not just tonight I might add. I can bring you something to warm you up sure, wait here. Will these do? Ok, then just give me a little bit of time, I'll make you something pretty, just like you."

Silco likes taking it really slow for the next round, slow kisses, slow sex, and the most gentle of touches that you can imagine.

Oh he's very aware that you love it when he's rough and just takes you like you belong to him, but he also knows how you can't help but melt into him when he's kissing your neck, his lips barely against your skin as he slowly and gently thrusts in and out, keeping you on the edge of an orgasm until he finally tells you to let go again.

"You were wonderful, my darling. How about something a little more... delicate this time around? Let me worship you hm? Take my time with you, slowly, savoring you. Easy now, I know you're still sensitive, I promise I'll make this worth your while."

Sevika likes both giving massages and being massaged. Sex is a great way to release stress but she also needs something to slowly get rid of that post orgasm high.

Her body is always humming with energy after a good round of fucking, and she knows yours is too. You're shaking all over, and she wants you calm. She's start at your shoulders, working her way down, pausing at a few choice spots to tease you a little before moving on. As for herself getting the massage, she likes it when you straddle her thighs and massage her shoulders and her muscular back.

"You doing alright there sweetheart? Aww, you're shaking. That good huh? I know what you need. A little kiss. And a nice, long, deep... relaxing massage. Oh I know what you were thinking. Gods that's why I love you. Now try to relax for me. That's it. Still so obedient for me."

Finn... is not good with aftercare. For him it actually happened on accident at first and then just became a habbit.

He was asking about the things you liked most, wanting to know how he can make you come undone even harder, asking if there was anything you'd like to try next time, or if you wanted him to do anything special for you. He wasn't really thinking of it as aftercare but you notice that he does become a little softer when he's asking these questions.

"You came a lot for me this time kitten, but I'm thinking... I can make it even better for you, make you scream louder, absolutely ruin you for everyone else. So tell me... how can I make that happen? What does my pretty toy want from me hm? Have a favorite position? Tell me all your dirty secrets."

Viktor craves closeness and intimacy, so for him he likes to take a short nap with you, to recharge and back in the comfy afterglow with you.

He would whisper to you, telling all the things he wants to do with you, where he wants to go, the dates he wants to take you to, but his vice would quickly trail off into murmurs and then into soft snores.

"I'm feeling kind of worn out darling, and I see you yawning as well. How about a little nap before we take a bath and maybe get some food afterwards? You know, I have a few days off soon, maybe we can go somewhere? Where would you like to go on vacation?"

Jayce loves talking to you after sex, about anything and everything, or just talking to you, or maybe even reading together and to each other.

He just likes the sound of your voice, its soothing to him and he knows that you like it when he reads a book over your shoulder, you holding the book for him while leaning against his chest, giggling every now and then when his words tickle your ear.

"Where are you going babe, I thought we were gonna... oh, haha, you just wanted to get the book. Do you like listening to me read that much? Really, even science books? Well I'm guilty of that too, I could listen to you for hours. Come here then, I need your pretty shoulder to lean on."

Mel will shower you with endless praise and words of love and affirmation.

Weather it be about the things you did while you were having sex or just the things she admires about you in general she never runs out of things to like about you. While she's whispering sweetness in your ears she'll also softly trace patterns on your back, loving the way you melt from her touch and praise.

"You did such a good job darling, especially toward the end. I especially enjoyed that trick you did with your tongue. You always did have a talented mouth. And I'm not just talking about sex. You have a real way with words. Of course you do, I wouldn't have fallen for you just for your good looks."

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blissfulip · 3 months

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Dopamine

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Viktor x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, dubious science, mostly canon compliant, no use of y/n, chemist!reader, eventual smut, masturbation

Cw: hangover symptoms, masturbation, unintentional boners (lol)

Words: 2.4k

[A/N: tags and content warnings to be updated in each chapter, updates weekly. (also, let me know if you want to be tagged in fic updates!)]

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Chapter 4: Cognitive Dissonance

It wasn't enough to take a cold shower. Ignoring the black plastic stool he kept in the shower—a tool for days when he'd had enough standing—Viktor stayed there, forehead pressed against the wall, as the icy cold water cascaded down his spine. After a few minutes of contemplation, he switched off the shower and, without even trying to get a towel, strolled over to the bed, leaving a trail of water on the floor, before lying face down on the mattress.

He nearly gave in to the need to scream into the pillow, and if he didn't know what cognitive dissonance felt like before, he certainly knew now. He always had strong feelings for you, just not on this end of the spectrum. Oddly enough, the feelings of rage and irritation weren't gone either; rather, they were feeding everything else.

A silk sleeping gown—that's all it took; you are so weak. Oh but there was much more to it. It was the way you smiled at him from where you sat, that cheeky smile that you had never given him before, the rasp in your voice when you called his name, the image of you walking over to him without breaking eye contact and bending over the table to write down the time... the stupid time, it definitely could have waited until tomorrow.

That mistake cost him his sanity, and those images were now burned in his brain. He needed to do something about it. They would go away once he was done with it, he was sure. He turned to lay on his back, his hair still dripping wet from the shower and sticking to his forehead. He sighed loudly in resignation as his hand closed and his fingers arranged themselves to form his length. He was painfully hard; he had been for the past 30 minutes, so this would be fast.

His grip was light at first; there was no reason to be aggressive about it, and then something else came to mind—that image of you sitting on the puff again, but this time his brain focused on the way you crossed your legs. Those legs...he'd never noticed how—he inadvertently tightened his grip, a small grunt hitched on the back of this throat. Soon, he started to stroke himself slowly. At first, he intended to get this over with quickly, but now he didn’t want these memories to go away.

The reality of what had happened swiftly morphed into what he wished would have. Depraved thoughts of desires he didn’t know he had, and the stroking continued repeatedly, going at it with the longing of the body that was missing next to him (or on top of him, more precisely). Before long, the idea of your lips and the places he wanted them to be made him light-headed, his voice cracking into a gravely moan as he felt the warm liquid trickle down his hand.

“Ty mudák ” He cursed himself as he lay there motionless, noticing his bed was now soaked in what was probably a mix of water and sweat.

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When Lara woke you up the next morning, you couldn't help but marvel at how she was ready and up and ready immediately, and how the apparent absence of hangover symptoms in her made yours seem so much worse in comparison. Although you were used to strong chemical smells, the strong scent of paint solvent and whatever was burning in the kitchen added to the mounting pressure under your skull as you lay in the bed you had shared, staring up at the ceiling while your eyes adjusted to the light.

Though her creative abilities did not extend to cooking, you could have tried to eat more; her oatmeal attempt was passable, so you naturally did your best to force it down, more so for your own good. The pomegranate juice was nice, and the water was necessary. After one or two more spoons of cement oatmeal, you both started to change into your uniforms, and the memories of the previous night triggered by the tall-tale clink of the spirit bottles you were cleaning up made you draft up a self-satisfied smile.

Everyone's dissatisfaction with your tardiness vanished as soon as Lara's unbelievably bright energy filled the main halls of the academy, where you had promised to meet up with the rest of your temporary team-mates.

“Why hasn’t anyone entered the conference hall?” She asked.

“It’s occupied; we need to find somewhere else to work.” The guy from biology whose name you didn’t remember interjected before anyone could answer.

A small cacophony of different opinions and suggestions rang through your ears a lot louder than it actually was, and making up what everyone was saying proved almost impossible. You were comfortable not contributing to it until Asher said something addressing you directly.

“How about that café you two went to yesterday? I’m sure they can accommodate a larger group.”

“No.” Viktor spoke immediately, and judging by the expressions on everyone’s faces, they had all noticed the urgency in his tone.

“Why not?” Asher answered a little too defensively.

“Ask her.” Viktor said, followed by everyone’s eyes turning to face you, filled with curiosity.

“I’m not telling, and frankly, I am not concerned about where this meeting happens, we could sit down right here in the hallway for all I care."

After some sour looks and more back and forth about the meeting place that you abstained from participating in, it was decided that you’d all share your notes with each other and skip the talking part by working on your individual presentations for the day at the library.

As soon as you all got there, you expected the silence and solitude of being with your own work to be a relief, but it only made the ruminating thoughts in your mind more painful and the otherwise mundane noises louder. Hold back from banging your head on the dense wooden table, mouth dry, stand up to drink water, remember you don’t have any of your notes or books, roam the chemistry section to try to find something of use, go back to the table, notice how one of the legs is shorter and it makes your pens roll all around it when it moves, change to a different table, clicking, sneezing, graphite scratching paper, erasing, and crinkling. slurping, breathing… .

“You are hungover.” Viktor’s quiet whisper startled you.

“No waaay…” You said, dragging your voice as you looked at him with dead eyes.

“Did you at least remember to correct the thing I asked you to? Or do simple tasks become difficult for you when you’re intoxicated?” he said with venom in his voice.

You stared at him quietly for at least a minute, during which you expected him to pull back. He didn’t.

“I did remember. Maybe if you weren’t so uptight, you would know that work and fun can coexist in the same brain."

“I’m not uptight."

"Sure, Mr. ‘I get red with anger when I see people having fun’.” You said, chuckling softly, “I could almost feel the heat emanating from your face last night, all that just because I had a couple drinks.”

Regrettably for Viktor, he couldn’t deny any of this without admitting to what he really felt (and did) the previous night.

“You don’t know me; don’t act like you know what I think.”

“Whatever.” You said, with a sigh that came a little too loud, as you started to stand up to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said swiftly, grabbing you by the wrist. ”We have to work on these presentations.”

“Let go.”

The warmth of your arm seared beneath his fingers, and the way he had held you allowed him to feel your heartbeat. He regretted touching you almost immediately, certain that the feeling of your velvet-soft skin against his would go down as another memory he wouldn’t be able to shake off. He let go clumsily, turning his head to try to hide the internal battle raging inside of him.

“Listen, I don’t owe you an explanation and don’t need your permission to leave, but there’s quite literally nothing for me to work with in here, all of my stuff is at the labs so I intend to go get it.” You said as you gathered your things and stormed off.

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It should have been quick. In-and-out and no one needed to know, but the theme of your life recently had been ‘how fast can Viktor get in the way of fun’ and this time, coming up at less than three minutes, was his new record.

“Did you think no one would see you?” He said mockingly, appearing behind you almost like a ghost as you walked over to the laboratories.

“Can you get out of my way for once?”

“I am certainly not in your way."

“You know what I mean. Why are you even here anyway? Are you going to tell on me?”

He shook his head, “I am coming with."

“Why? Are you chaperoning to make sure I don't break anything?” You said narrowing your eyes.

“I need my notes as well.” He said with a tone that seemed oddly sincere. You sighed in resignation.

“Fine.” You said already starting to walk again.

You both tried your hardest to move as silently as possible, and before you knew it, you had arrived at the chemistry lab. While you frantically searched for the necessary journals and notes and quickly placed them into the cross-body bag you had brought, Viktor stood by the entrance. You waited in silence at the door for a beat or two to make sure no one was coming, and then walked about ten more steps north to the hextech labs.

This time you were the one to stand guard, and it would have gone exactly the same way if the faint sound of multiple steps and voices that seemed to belong to people you didn't know, hadn't echoed from the end of the interminable hallway. You gave yourself permission to panic for half a second before hurriedly entering and shutting the door as quietly as you could. Viktor could see the terror on your face clearly enough for his mind to begin spinning, but you were faster than him. As soon as your eyes landed on the cleaning closet, you ran over to it, making sure to link your arm with Viktor’s and drag him with you.

The timing was almost as impossibly tight as the space in that closet; you hadn't even had time to take a breath before you heard whoever was walking around open the door to the lab and walk inside.

“...just wait for a second, will you?” one of the voices said, seemingly exasperated.

“It was nothing, see?"

You were starting to feel light-headed, although you weren't certain if it was due to the fact that you had been inadvertently holding your breath, or rather the tight feeling of Viktor’s chest pressing against you. Whichever it was, it had been decadently mixed with the headache-inducing smell of cleaning supplies and a much more appealing (and recognizable) saffron and leather.

“Something could have broken; just let me look around to make sure."

The constricted feeling hadn't escaped Viktor either; it was, unbeknownst to you, a much more pressing matter for him. The fervor started where your bodies touched—chest and arms. It could have been natural and justifiable if his boiling blood hadn't traveled up to his face to become a searing blush and all the way under his belt. You would notice, and it would be the most humiliating moment of his life, so he did everything in his power to pull his hips away by at least an inch; enough space for a sheet of paper would've been enough, but it was this obvious attempt that doomed him. Even though at first you were too preoccupied with trying to listen in to the conversation happening outside to have noticed, your attention was pulled in to what was happening inside when you felt Viktor struggling to move.

“What are y—” Was all you were able to silently mouth to him before you felt what he was trying too hard to hide.

Oh.

What could you even do? Making fun of him was out of the question; you didn't dislike him enough to be that foul. Ignoring it was useless; his face told you he noticed that you had noticed. All those thoughts were gone in a span of milliseconds when your body reacted on your behalf. The enormous flock of birds flying inside your stomach, your mouth dry, and the heat in your entire body took place over your previously undisturbed demeanor, your heart suddenly beating louder than the voices outside and even your own thoughts.

You looked up at Viktor without saying a word. Not like you would've had something to say, but any of the quips you usually had ready to go seemed to have vanished, and his own expression, laced with panic, made you not want to say anything at all. Soon enough, the sound of the people closing the door as they left the lab served as a welcomed relief. After some seconds of safety buffer, you opened the door of the closet, and Viktor almost ran out as soon as a sliver of room was spared. He picked up the two journals he had left on the table closest to him when you had dragged him in the closet and turned to look at you, still standing under the threshold of the closet door.

“One word about this to anyone, and I will murder you in your sleep.”

Viktor's anger was almost comforting since you were afraid he would feel embarrassed, and things would turn strange and awkward. You would take rage over that any day, so this reaction was the best-case scenario. The stiffness in your shoulders subsided as you cracked a small smile of relief and pretended to zip your mouth shut.

The walk back to the library was sepulcral.

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If You Hadn't Left (Me) [Chapter 1]

I thought I would start posting in the first of February but oh well better now than never lol I'm gonna post the other fic's masterlist tomorrow I think :3

Viktor x Fem! Reader-----2.9K----SFW*

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Synopsis:Viktor was never supposed to see you again, just like you had promised that evening when you both ended up heartbroken and bitter toward destiny and all its twisted ways. So twisted as to put you back into his life not only as a temporal working partner to cover Jayce’s absences, but also as the maid of honor in the wedding where he’ll be the best man. Hypothetically, it doesn’t have to be that difficult to find a way around the river of memories flowing between you both. Though, of course, hypotheses are flawed. Just like that part of him that still craves another ending to this story.

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That goodbye became a broken promise, cracked over the sound of your voice ever since he heard it at the Council assembly.

Sure, you had spat out the words fueled by betrayal and hatred, but Viktor took them like an oath to put in peace his stormy mind.

First coated in a lie so fragile Viktor was surprised it hadn’t fragmented before, and now this—he was sure he shouldn’t take another glass of wine from the walking waiters zigzagging across the opulent hall—but he had avoided you all night, and he knew Jayce wouldn’t let him go before arranging the “formal meeting” between both of you.

If only he knew...

We congratulate Miss Favred for winning the design contest for the new hall construction inside the Museum of Sciences and Technologies. Graduated from Piltover’s Academy with honors, you're the proof that progress and art are held hand in hand in this city.

Almost the same speech Heimerdinger delivered during your graduation ceremony, only that this time you were all alone on the stage, Viktor's hand grabbing his cane to not feel the growing sensation of emptiness.

Part of him thought it was mere shock. After all, you haven't seen each other in almost ten years; and a petty part of him was surprised he even remembered you, how the image of you was locked in the depths of his subconsciousness that only needed the ring of your greeting to resurface.

But now? Hours after the reencounter? He was so, so weak…

With a sigh, Viktor finally admitted it: stealing glimpses of your purple dress flowing against the gentle breeze was a weakness, though if the excuse lay in masochist interest or avid curiosity, Viktor wasn’t ready to clear his mind. Why would he, anyway? It was a couple of wine glasses too late.

Funny how some things defied the City of Progress where everyone was eagerly grasping the tomorrow.

Viktor just felt stuck in the past, down a path he wasn’t so sure how to slip through.

Your hair was the same, richly stylized and decorated with a geometrical headpiece that looked like a crown from Viktor’s angle. Your time in Shurima had replaced the Piltovan style built by several layers of clothes like vests and corsets for simple, airy fabrics that played with transparencies. The deep shade of violet pooled in continuous drapes ironed in the long skirt falling freely around your hips and down your legs, a gold-threaded corset hugged your waist and framed your bosom, the fabric slowly fading into a lavender tone held like loose sleeves with golden bracelets.

You were covering your mouth while your eyes closed in amused crinkles for whatever the young merchant Mauriel Garfen was telling you as his expert hand twirled you around the ballroom. It didn’t matter much, as Viktor could paint it just fine: with the vivid dark pink adorning your lips, though he knew your favorite color was more of a burnt brown, or maybe even red—

"That's enough for today," Viktor mumbled, eyes looking intently at the crimson liquid as he swirled the stem around his fingers before settling it down against the nearby windowsill.

Suddenly, he heard your happy squeal as you went to hug another young woman dressed in a vivid teal, halter dress. Her curly black hair bounced as you two swayed. Viktor didn’t remember her vividly, but she had been one of your friends ever since your undergraduate years.

If only… Though he knew he didn’t have any right to be greeted as warmly. If even he had any right to be greeted at all. Only because you had returned. Because of course, you did. Once you had told him that despite the high number of students inside the Academy, you'd find each other in one way or another.

“No, not like fate,” you have told him, voice groggy with slumber as you laid against his chest, hands pointing at his dorm's ceiling where she had stuck luminescence cut-outs of stars. "Entropy."

You were right, from all his perfectly calculated plans tumbling into a state of chaos, one he surprisingly wasn’t against.

Until he was.

Garfen twirled the both of you, giggles bubbling like the nearby tray of drinks a waiter was carrying toward the Councilors discussing on a corner of the hall.

You looked like that photograph he kept in the bottom drawer of his tattered closet, only that the sepia tones eating it away had been repaired with the tone of your skin, the void he left behind replaced with you looking like a fairy queen with your golden crown and dashing company.

Someone more fitting. But Viktor was now the co-creator of Hextech, wasn’t that enough?

His fingers tangled around the glass’ steam, barely feeling the hot sensation of the alcohol down his throat as he gulped it all.

You’re so pathetic, Viktor. Get over it. Why haven’t you done that already?

“Vik! There you are!” He almost dropped the glass with the impromptu voice of Jayce chiming in his roaming thoughts. “I’ve been looking for you all night.”

"You know I'm not… eh, akin to this kind of party," he said, only half a lie. He'd been hiding inside a balcony and then, when Jayce passed by, Viktor slipped between a corner and a column. Now, he'd been too distracted to notice. "I've been unwinding."

“For a moment I thought you were already gone!” He patted his shoulder. “I’ve wanted to introduce you to Miss Favred since morning, but I suppose you had duties to take care of after the meeting.” He had bolted out of there as soon as Councilor Medarda called the session off.

His jar tightened, just as the grasp on his formal cane, naked metal replaced by a coat of black marble and polished wood on its handle. “Jayce, I don’t think this idea about the Hextech Wing would be… good,” he started, pouring in all the thoughts that had flown inside his head ever since the morning meeting. “This isn’t what I imagined when you told me we would celebrate the first decade of Hextech’s creation.”

“Viktor—”

“No, listen to me,” he replied, almost through gritted teeth. How pitiless of him he couldn’t even manage his feelings in public. “We want to help people in need, not to gloat about a fancy exhibit at the Science and Technology Museum. This is just another excuse for the Council to gloat about their grandness. What would the exhibit do for the people who believe in us, hmm? For us as scientists, even? Are you listening to me?” His friend had shifted to his embarrassed posture, where his tall body was trying to shrink into a ball, with hands tightly grabbed against his stomach, gazing at the floor. "Jayce—?"

“We’ve arranged that part of the Museum’s entrance fee is going to be destined to fund upcoming Hextech projects. That way you won’t need as many sponsorships,” Mel interjected behind him. Viktor turned to look at the Councilor, frozen to see the figure tailing close behind. “I believe we talked about it in the past meeting.”

Surely. Not that he would admit he had been too distracted by the nervous movements of your hands gesturing away to explain your design to oblige his mind to follow the Councilor’s debate sprinkled in between.

“Perhaps what he’s referring to is about how much time will it take to seize a positive quantity to fund a project,” you said to save his embarrassing stunned silence, poking your head from behind Jayce’s wide back. Your eyebrows arched slightly, head tilted toward Viktor.

The movement is so familiar from when you helped him through the boring, long seminars with haughty professors and even mouthier classmates. A head tilt and a slow gaze once you had laid the counterargument, ready for him to lock the possibility of a reply with his conclusion.

“I… That wasn’t what I meant,” he said, surprised by his cold tone.

You blinked at him for a moment, a frown slightly forming between your beautiful eyes. He didn’t dare to back out from it, he didn’t have a reason why.

Jayce cleared his throat. “Um… well, Vik, this is Miss Favred, she’s going to be the designer of the Museum ampliation…” He said, and you stepped next to Jayce, lips in a neutral yet mocking smile, with the curves of your lips turned up.

“It’s been quite some time, Miss Favred,” Viktor mustered, a smile plastering on his mouth that was too wide and toothy to be considered polite.

“Likewise, Viktor,” you said, tone sweetly as you extended your hand toward him.

Viktor almost wanted to yank it away once he felt a surge of electricity tingling up his arm once your long and elegant fingers wrapped the reverse of his palm. You giggled, nails digging into his skin with discreet violence.

His lips pressed in a thin line that couldn’t be faked as a smile even as he continued shaking your hand for a minute too long, wanting your eyes to decode the hidden message in his. What are you doing here?

“Oh, do you know each other?” Mel said after calling your name, which made you yank your hand away from his grasp.

“We were acquaintances at the Academy,” you said, gesturing away.

Classmates, the word slipped with an acid aftertaste when Viktor tried to back you up. "Very close classmates." Because of course, this was the perfect time for his brain to break under pressure. Yes, so close you slept against his chest every other night, so, so close that he even burrowed inside of you—

Mel turned to you, with an almost accusatory air. “What a surprise!”

“That was many years ago.” Your gaze swept from Mel’s to his, if only for a second. “I had forgotten about it.”

Oh, so that’s how you wanted to play?

"Well, I'm glad you two can reconnect after so many years!" Jayce said a big grin on his face. The sweet oblivious Jayce. “It’ll be good for Vik to have another friend! It’s… slightly difficult for him to open up and get new ones.”

Viktor glared at him. “Why are you talking about me as if I weren’t here?” he replied, while you mumbled:

“I wonder why that is.”

His head turned toward you in a movement so quick that some of his pushed backward-styled hair fell over his forehead. "Pardon?"

You smiled at him. “I didn’t say anything.”

Oh, you—

"Why don't we leave you two to talk?" Mel said, ignoring the pleading look you sent her when Jayce nodded, saying that there must be a lot to tell between the both of you. “Councilor Talis, let’s go for another drink. There’s something I need to talk about with you.” Probably about the wedding. Not that Viktor was interested in the matter when he had you in front of him.

From all the stolen glances, he had pieced you whole like a puzzle, filling in the missing pieces eaten away by time with the new image, though he knew some things wouldn't change. Like the way you smelled like hyacinth and mangoes, your favorite fruit. All that freckles and moles and scars dotted around your body like those two small ones peeking over the square neckline on the left of your collarbone, which he knew balanced out with the two tiny moles under your right breast.

Surely your skin was just as heavenly soft as back then despite the occasional roughness of your fingers from working so much. Your palms were always warm against his cold fingers during winter.

“Viktor," you called him. And he frowned to conceal what he had been thinking all the damn night.

“What?”

“Why don’t we strike a deal?” you said, arms crossed, disrupting what would have been his doom if he continued.

“Do I look like someone that would strike a deal with a devil, Miss Favred?” Viktor said, arching an eyebrow almost in a flirty way. Just amused enough to push you to the edge of your years-trained composure. You certainly played the part, with all the allure and the deep gaze of your eyes.

“I suppose this must be awkward for you, too.”

“It isn’t awkward for me,” he lied. “You should worry about your work instead.”

“So ready for me to leave?” You chuckled. “I think you should know that I applied to this contest because I need the spotless curriculum if I want to be the new Interior Design teacher at the Architecture Faculty.”

“You’re just trying to annoy me. You said you would leave and never return.” Better put, Viktor cornered you to say so, but he wasn’t going to let his mouth run free.

"And you said we were going to get married," you replied, and Viktor felt himself trip backward if it weren’t for the support of his cane. “So I guess we’re even.”

Viktor stood there, stunned golden eyes wide open. He started calling your name, but you had your hand raised.

“You’re right, my bad. That was unnecessary.” Your hand arranged a loose lock of hair poking your cheek. “Anyhow, I’m not going to mention anything about the… past. So you don’t have to worry about me running out my tongue—despite how close classmates we’ve been.”

“Now you’re just being…” improperly brash, dangerously cheeky. Almost as if you’d been pushing him over the edge of his decorum to see if he’d cornered you against a wall to seal your endless rebukes with a kiss. Or many. “…insufferable.”

"Don't worry." You waved away. "I'll finish my job as fast as humanely possible, and then we won't have to see each other again. Because I know you aren't fond of assisting the Progress Day's party."

He crossed his arms, letting the handle of his cane hook on the curve of his elbow. "I'm not sorry to disappoint you—but I'm very fond of Progress Days. I've changed," Viktor said, but it was only a half-truth. He wasn't sure how he could change a feeling that lay hidden deep inside, frozen in time instead of giving them a real burial. You only had to dig to start seeing the uneven silhouette of the memory boxes where nothing should be more than black earth.

“Anyway,” you replied, your tone bleeding with sarcasm. “That’s my peace treaty. I know Mel and Jayce will feel awkward if they ever discover that they’ve arranged old flames as partners, so let’s just forget it. I assure you it’s nothing that could endanger the quality of this project.”

Let’s just forget it. You were right, as you had always been, and yet…

I've already forgotten you, Viktor, you said inside his mind, a smile that once had left him breathless now hurting him in the unspoken truth that now you were better without him.

Of course, you were better without him.

Yet, Viktor couldn’t help but seek your left hand accommodating the deep V line of your dress for the poignant sight of a band on your finger.

“I’m not a passionate teenager, Miss Favred," he said, his tone devoid of any warmth. "I assure you I'm not interested in dwelling in the past. So rest assured, I won't embarrass you." It was totally unconscious that his voice dripped with contempt.

You curled your upper lip. “You’re such a fusspot, always the victim.”

Viktor inhaled sharply. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you spat, taking your skirt with your fists as you were ready to stalk away.

The parallels made his heart squeeze in a painful grip. Was history about to repeat itself?

Before his brain could recollect the action, Viktor had called your name, hand extended open as if wanting to touch you. “Wait—” As if he had something to tell you.

You ignored him, stopping when Jayce approached you both from the complete opposite direction Mel and he had gone at first. Also, you couldn't point out if the dark marks of brown smeared on his face were just a plaything of the lightning or marks of kisses.

“Are you leaving so soon?” Jayce told you, hand over your shoulder.

“Yes,” you told him with a smile, completely ignoring Viktor. “My feet hurt and I’m afraid I haven’t recovered my sleep schedule since my return.”

"Well, maybe Viktor can walk you home?" he offered. "For what Mel told me, you live near his apartment." Not that he had moved a lot since you left, but seeing the surprise in your eyes felt like a little victory.

“No,” Viktor and you said at the same time.

“I mean—,” you started.

“I want to stay a little longer,” Viktor said. "As I should be open to enjoying these celebrations more. Hextech anniversary only arrives once a year!" He tried to laugh, but Jayce looked at him with such a concerned frown it was hard to keep his act. Your contained snort wasn't helping.

“Vik… I think you’ve had far too many drinks.”

He glared at Jayce for what felt like the thousandth time. "I'm fine, Jayce—”

"Well, goodbye!" you chirped, getting on your tippy toes to kiss Jayce's cheek, and then, forcefully, approach Viktor and give him a goodbye kiss, too. More like a rude smack, with how forceful you were.

"Tomorrow, eight sharp," Jayce told you, poking your side with his elbow. "Viktor doesn't like it when I arrive late."

“I can’t wait,” you beamed, eyes boring into Viktor’s. As if daring him to say something.

"Me either," Viktor lied.

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zomaeliet · 1 year

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Implied Viktor x AFAB reader, no pronouns mentioned for reader, uses words describing female anatomy, wet dreams, drabble, minors DNI!

I very fucking much wrote this at 3 in the morning falling asleep at my desk and I have no recollection of writing it

You feel the ghostly touch slide deliciously from the center of your knee to the pliant and plush give of your inner thigh. Your breath catches in your throat, a subtle whine leaving your kiss-swollen lips as long, slender fingers press to the soaked fabric of cotton panties - playing you like a talented pianist as you keened and your back arched toward the man before you, but the bonds kept your bare skin to the cool wooden chair as goosebumps erupted over your body. You felt warm breath fanning against your shoulder and neck, the accented whisper of the man you loved murmuring sweet nothings and gentle praises, though your eyes were useless with the blindfold, you still knew those honey-whiskey eyes bore into your skin from the flame you felt in your cheeks and between your legs.

A warm and searching tongue licked one long stripe along the side of your neck, canines grazing the side of your jugular as you called out to him, a desperate, pitiful plea for simultaneously more or less pleasure as your mind went into overload. The sweet scent of mint mixed with the earthy tones of coffee and sweat were intoxicating to you - growing ever more infatuated with the charming, intelligent and vaguely dorky brunette you had somehow gotten to come home with you after months of begging for a single date.

Viktor ground against your plush thigh as his fingers dove beneath your panties and plunged knuckle deep into your drooling cunt. He groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing only two fingers, biting your neck as a muffled cry from his own ecstasy slipped from him. You felt him prepping you for his cock, his fingers slowly pistoning as his thumb reached your clit, not satisfied until you came on his fingers just once - luckily for him you felt your release bearing down on you like a bullet train, the straining bulge in his slacks as he ground into your bare thigh caused your voice to be rather breathy.

Just as the coil began to stretch, and stretch, and stretch - just before bursting - you wake up drenched in a cold sweat, your alarm blaring as you throw the blankets off of you in favor of rinsing yourself off in a cold shower, trying to scrub the obscene thoughts of your coworker from your flesh as well as your mind, hoping the water will wash it away before you have to face him at work while the thoughts creep back up on you.

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saeneryis · 2 years

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random quick viktor nsfw headcanons

Includes: Viktor x Reader (gender neutral) Warnings: nsfw, sex, role switch, dom, risky sex, gn reader, libido, horny, public sex, smut

viktor loves when you're noisy. it's kind of a guilty pleasure- you'd think that because of his reserved personality, he would be the same in bed-- although, that isn't true. viktor is an entirely different person when he's horny; hearing you scream, moan, and make all kind of squirms is his favorite thing, of course, as long as it's his touch the one you're breaking under.

he's really flexible when it comes to sexual positions, willing to try anything you're into. his favorite one so far is when you take a much more active role in bed, using him to your pleasure. how heavy his breath gets as he's begging for you to let him cum, his desperate kisses, and shaky hips crumbling below you-- he loves it all.

on the contrary, what does normal sex look with viktor? well, let me tell, you, being with him is never a boring experience. going for risky flings in the lab, sticking his hand under you as the theater function begins, and even desperately pulling you aside mid-conversation into the darkness, this man has a huge libido.

his focus is always to make you cum, but, on ocassion, the more selfish side of him will surface, commonly after a long time of not having sex and being incredibly horny; he will fuck you, and i mean, fuck you for as long as he has to, multiple rounds, and dominating the heck out of you.

Writer's Note: this is my first post, still tryin' things out... feedback isss... welcome :D

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aerynwrites · 2 years

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Satisfaction

Jayce Talis x Female!Reader

A/N: I FINALLY have en excuse to use a shirtless Jayce Gif 😍 so enjoy Bc I’m sorry but that man didn’t get enough shirtless time 🤣 anyways. Hope you all enjoy!

Synopsis: When a night of you and Jayce hanging out with Caitlyn and Vi reveals that you’ve never had an orgasm before, Jayce makes it his mission to correct that.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Smut, nsfw content. female reader, she/her/hers pronouns, reader is referred to as “lady” a couple times, Multiple orgasms, oral (f! Receiving), PiV sex, first orgasm(?), very slight praise kink, creampie (wrap it before you tap it folks, this is fiction lol), aftercare, fluff.

Let me know if I missed any tags!!

*no proofreading back up was used. So apologize for any errors!*

The apartment's living room is filled with warm light and laughter, the sun having set several hours ago and the alcohol flowing steadily.

Caitlyn and Vi had officially moved in together a few weeks ago and have been trying to get you, Jayce, and Viktor over for a housewarming party as Caitlyn called it.

You and Jayce had finally found a weekend, but Viktor was unable to join due to visiting his mother. So Vi had insisted the plans continue anyways since it’s been so long.

So that’s where you are now, seated on the plush carpet in the women's living room, giggles and raucous laughter coming from all of you. The night had dissolved from casual conversation to storytelling, to going around and playing a version of truth or drink.

The questions had started out innocent. What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, the worst relationship, and so on. If someone didn’t want to answer then they would take a sip of their drink.

However, the game didn’t stay innocent for long. Everyone was a little buzzed from the alcohol and with this company…you didn’t expect the questions to stay that way.

It was Vi’s turn now and if the shit eating grin on her face was anything to go by, you all were in for a good one.

The pink haired woman leans back on her hands, legs crossed casually in front of her.

“Best orgasm you’ve ever had.” She says, absolutely confident in her request.

The question catches most of the group off guard, but Caitlyn and Jayce quickly recover and you just listen with an entertained smile on your face.

Caitlyn reveals that her best was, of course, with Vi. A sentiment shared by the pink haired woman.

When it’s Jayce’s turn you can’t stop the way your face burns as he says that you gave him his - he kindly spares the details.

So when it comes to you, you shake your head and take a sip of your drink.

Everyone In the circle groans, even Jayce who gives you a faux wounded look.

“Come on!” Vi huffs, clearly agitated by the curiosity eating at her about why you won’t share your own story. “We all told ours!”

Caitlyn nods. “It only seems fair.” She says, sending you a teasing grin.

“Ugh, fine.” You relent, rolling your eyes. “I drank because I don’t have a story to tell.” You say simply, swirling the wine around in your glass.

Silence follows your revelation and you don’t move to break it. You used to be ashamed of the fact you’ve never had an orgasm, but over the years you’ve just…accepted it. The sex was never bad, and you just started to assume that maybe you couldn’t have one. But you still can’t help but cast a wary look at Jayce, who just looks confused.

“Wait, hold on.” Vi sits up ramrod straight. “You’ve never had one?”

You shake your head.

“Like never, ever?”

A small laugh bubbles from your chest. “No, Vi. Never.”

She scoffs in disbelief. “And that doesn’t…bother you?”

You shrug again, this question causing your gaze to fall to the floor and fiddle with a stray carpet fiber.

“It used to, but no…not anymore. It’s not like it makes sex un-enjoyable, and I could never get myself off either so…I just thought I could never have one.”

At this Vi huffs, and your own eyes widen when she reaches over and lands an overly hard punch to Jayce’s shoulder.

That woman really doesn’t know her own strength.

“Ow!” Jayce cries, one hand coming up to cover the accosted shoulder. “What was that for?” He asks, disbelief lacing his words.

“What was that-?” Vi gestures violently to you. “For not satisfying your lady, that’s what!”

She bursts into laughter as she falls onto her back, positively howling in amusement. “Who would have thought that Golden Boy, Jayce Talis can’t even make his partner cu-“

“Hey!” Jayce cuts her off, and you don’t miss the way his cheeks have darkened with a warm blush. “That’s not- I didn’t even-“

Vi raises a hand above her head, fingers moving like a hand puppet as she mimics Jayce. “I-I didn’t even - I can’t-“

She sits up again, resting casually back on her hands as she smirks at Jayce.

“Just admit it, Talis. It’s okay, really-“

Jayce looks ready to bust, steam metaphorically pouring from his ears.

“I'm not going to admit to anything-“

Vi turns to you, cutting Jayce off yet again as she sends you a wink.

“If pretty boy over here isn’t performing I can always lend a hand-“

“Violet!” Caitlyn explains, smacking her girlfriends shoulder playfully, a smile of her own on her face.

Vi puts her hands up in mock surrender and you can’t stop the giggles that have been pouring nonstop from your lips.

“Alright, alright.” The woman relents, before turning her eyes to you again. “Just remember that offer is still there-“

“Okay that’s it.” Jayce huffs and stands from his seat on the floor next to you, reaching for your hand to pull you up with him. “We’re leaving.”

You hear Vi call after him as he heads to the door, only stopping long enough for you to grab your things, sending him a questioning look the whole time.

“And where are you going? We were just having fun, I didn’t mean it!” You think you see a flicker of regret on Vi’s face as Jayce ushers you out the door.

But you watch as it quickly melts into a smirk at Jayce’s statement just before he closes the door.

“I’m going to satisfy my girlfriend!”

The door shuts with a final bang as Jayce leads the way back to your apartment down the street, silence permitting the air between you.

“Are you okay, Jayce? I’m sorry if that bothered you. I didn’t think…I didn’t think it mattered.” You say, worried that you’ve somehow upset the man next to you.

“Of course it matters!” Jayce says, voice loud on the otherwise quiet street, and you instinctively reach out To take his hand in yours, an action that calms his obviously perturbed mind.

He squeezes your hand. “Of course it matters. You should…” he shakes his head. “I feel so stupid for not noticing before.”

You shrug, but not in a dismissive way, just in a matter of fact way. “It’s not your fault Jayce.” You tell him, a teasing smile coming to your face as he looks at you. “I’ve become kind of an expert at faking it over the years.”

His brows furrow as you both reach your apartment building and begin the last stretch towards your unit.

“You shouldn’t have to do that.” He says gently once you reach the door.

You quickly unlock the door, avoiding his gaze as you both enter the small home. “It’s fine, Jayce. The sex is still good, great actually.” You say, setting your purse on the side table as you continue. “It doesn’t matter-“

“Will you stop saying that?” Jayce says, finally making you look at him as he places firm hands on your upper arms.

You sigh and lean against the door. “It’s the truth though-“

Jayce cuts you off, leaning in just a little bit more.

“Have you ever felt unsatisfied after we have sex?”

His question is blunt, and you find yourself wanting to give an automatic response. But this whole situation seems to really bother him, and you feel the practiced response die on your tongue.

“I mean, sometimes I guess. But not because of you. Please, understand that.” You admit, heat bubbling to your cheeks again.

Gentle hands come up to cradle your face as Jayce gazes at you, nothing but love and adoration swimming in hazel eyes.

“At least let me try?” His request is quiet, whispered into the air between you, and so delicate you can’t find it in you to refuse.

Not that you’d want to. You basically have a man begging to do whatever it takes to satisfy you. Who would turn that down?

You smile, finding yourself enamored once more with the gentleman that is Jayce Talis, and nod.

“Give it your best shot, Golden Boy.”

The only response you get is warm lips crashing into your own. The kiss is firm, full of heat and desperation, as hands begin to wander.

Jayce pulls away entirely too soon, and you move to pull him back to you. However, before you can, you feel your feet leave the ground as you are lifted into his arms bridal style.

“Jayce, what are you doing?” You giggle, smiling as he walks you both towards your shared bedroom.

“Giving you the royal treatment.” He teases, setting you gently on the bed once he’s there.

Once he steps away from you, you quickly move to kick off your shoes, and go to remove the rest of your clothes as well.

But before you can do much as lift your shirt over your head, two familiar hands wrap softly around your wrists, stopping you in your tracks.

“Let me?”

Jayce looks at you reverently, crawling onto the bed between your legs when you nod your permission.

He sits on his knees between your legs as his hands replace your own on your shirt. Slowly, much slower than you anticipated, he lifts it higher. His knuckles brush lightly across the skin he exposes, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he finally lifts the garment over your head, dropping it off the side of the bed.

Then, he pulls his own shirt off before letting his hands fall to your hips. You lift them from the bed slightly, expecting him to rid you of your pants next, but he only presses you back into the mattress firmly.

You send him a questioning look, but he doesn’t see it as he dips down to press a feather-light kiss just above your waistband.

He doesn’t stop there.

Up and up he goes, pressing warm lips to every inch of exposed skin. To your hip, then just below your navel, then further up to your ribs.

He leaves slightly wet kisses behind as he continues, causing the cool air to feel frigid against the places he lavishes attention to, making a shiver run up your spine.

Your eyes flutter closed when he noses the bottom of your bra before skipping it completely to leave even more kisses to the swell of your breasts, his lips soft in contrast to the delicate tug of his teeth.

“Jayce…” his name is drawn out on your tongue, impatience building as he travels up further, nipping at your collarbone.

You tilt your head back subconsciously, baring even more skin to him as his lips trail up your neck before he worries the delicate skin between his teeth.

He must hear your silent plea, because while he doesn’t stop his journey, he at least slides a hand beneath you, expertly undoing the clasps of your bra and tossing it to the side.

“I think…” He rumbles against your skin, “That you’re so focused on the sex, you forget the buildup is the best part.”

He dips back down, retracing his earlier steps.

“The anticipation.” Lips ghost over your collarbone.

“The excitement.” Lower now, teeth grazing the top of your breast again.

“The exhilaration.”

Finally, he takes a stiff bud between his lips, his tongue feels molten hot over your already heated skin and you can’t stop the way you arch into his mouth, body seeking more.

Your hands finally let go of the sheets and instead reach up to thread your fingers through his hair, holding him to you. Sighs of pleasure slip from your lips, begging for more without words, a silent language Jayce has always been good at understanding.

He switches to give attention to the other breast, rolling the stiff peak between his teeth before releasing it completely.

Your whine of protest is cut short as he silences you with a kiss, his lips warm and wet and so inviting you melt into him, barely aware of his fingers ghosting across the waistband of your pants.

Expertly, he thumbs open the button closure and swiftly pulls the zipper down, and you need no more encouragement to assist him. You silently lift your hips, allowing him to pull the last of your clothing off your legs, never breaking the kiss.

Your hands slide to cradle his cheeks, ready to tell him he’s wearing way too many clothes. But before you can speak he’s pulling away from you, once again trailing delightfully warm lips down your neck, over your chest and tummy, then lower until his lips ghost over the crux of your thigh.

“Fuck, Jayce, will you stop teasing?” Your words are bordering on whiny, but you don’t even care. You’re aching, it feels like your core is burning and you know beyond a doubt you’re already wet just from him touching you like that. Kissing you like that.

Mercifully, he relents immediately, and it feels like whiplash with the way the pace changes.

One moment you can barely feel his hot breath against you and the next your fingers are diving into his hair as he presses his tongue against you.

The moan he lets out is sinful, and the way his arm wraps around your thigh to hold you in place is enough to make pleasure shoot through you.

He knows exactly what you like, having done this plenty of times. But it still blows you away just how much he’s mastered it.

Slow deliberate strokes against your clit before dipping back down to press into your entrance. His nose bumps against your bundle of nerves as he all but devours you, pulling you closer and pressing deeper until you’re sure he can’t breathe.

You feel that familiar coil begin to form in your belly, low and deep. You feel this every time you and Jayce have slept together, but it never goes beyond this. You never thought it could. It feels good, but you also want more, a feeling you’ve never been able to achieve. And you think this time will be the same.

But it feels different, like it’s building easier and faster. And when he adds a finger, slowly sliding it in and curling just so, it’s like lightning shoots through your veins.

His name falls from your lips in a stilted prayer, barely audible with the way it’s whispered into the air.

It’s not long before he adds a second finger, and this time when he curls them, as If beckoning you closer, he brushes up something devastating.

The breath is stolen from your lungs as heat blooms in your core, that coil pulling so taut that you think something is wrong. It’s both exhilarating and overwhelming at the same time, and you try to tell Jayce this, pushing at his head weakly. But he only murmurs whispered praises against you so low you can barely understand him.

“You can do it, just let go. I want to taste you so bad…”

His words and fingers brushing up against you are like flames held to a rope. The tension in your belly snaps in half, both ends frayed by the fire Jayce created as utter euphoria washes over you like a tidal wave.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

It’s too much and just enough at the same time. Your eyes clench shut and your hands fist in Jayce’s locks so tight you're surprised you don’t rip any out.

Your chest heaves as you slowly float down, warm hands there to greet you as you do so. They run up your thighs, over your belly before settling at your ribs, thumbs rubbing soothing patterns.

“You okay?” He asks, eyes shining as he looks you over.

When all you give him is a lazy nod he smiles.

“I really hope you didn’t fake that one.” He teases, leaning up to press a kiss to your jaw.

Your head shifts side to side weakly as you shake your head, hands shaking just slightly as you reach down to rest them over Jayce’s.

“Definitely didn’t fake it.” You tell him, trying to calm your breathing.

You furrow your brow as Jayce slowly crawls up so his face is level with yours, gently pressing his lips to yours before peppering kisses along your cheeks.

“If I had any idea It’d feel like that I would have said something sooner.” You joke, hands coming up to cup his cheeks in your hands pulling him into another kiss.

Jayce happily obliges, resting on his forearms beside your head. This kiss is much slower than the ones shared earlier in the evening. It’s slow, no rush to your actions as you just drink each other in.

Taking this moment as you continue to come down from your high, you pull Jayce closer. Relishing in the warmth of his chest pressing against your own and the pleasant scratch of stubble against your palms.

Finally though, Jayce breaks away but doesn’t leave you completely.

“You think you can keep going?” His lips brush against yours as he speaks, warm breath ghosting over your skin.

This is completely new territory for you. You’re exhausted, could roll over and go to sleep right now. But the temptation of feeling that again wins out. That and the fact that you can’t very well leave the man you love hanging. Especially not after he made you see stars.

You nod, smiling up at him before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah, I think so. I mean - I’d like to try.”

“Good.” His voice is but a whisper as he places one last peck to the underside of your jaw before sitting up to work on his pants. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

You know he means them, but you don’t want there to be any doubt about your past encounters. So you sit up with him, hands falling to cover his own stilling his movements.

Hazel eyes meet yours, a slight question swimming in his gaze, but he stays silent allowing you to speak.

“You always take care of me Jayce,” you tell him, words filled with conviction. “I never doubted for a second that you didn’t care for me or love me.”

He nods, hands coming up to cups your cheeks. His thumbs brush softly against your skin and you instinctively lean into his touch.

“I do love you. So much. So just…let me show you?”

Once again you find yourself unable to deny him, chest filled with warmth at his words.

Quickly, Jayce rids himself of his remaining clothes and settles between your thighs, seeking your lips once more. He moves languidly against you, tongue pressing against your lips until you happily grant him access. His breath mingles with yours as you both fill your lungs between kisses, barely getting enough oxygen in your desperation for one another.

Nimble fingers travel down your sides and over your belly before sliding lower. The jerk of your hips as calloused pads brush your clit is what finally breaks the kiss. Sparks of electricity burst beneath your skin at the sensation, the feeling exponentially more euphoric than before.

It’s overwhelming, and over sensitive, and you instinctively want to pull away…but your mouth moves before your hands are able. Pleading moans saying the opposite of what you thought you’d want.

“Jayce, please…” Hands resting on his shoulders, you pull him closer, head falling back into the pillow as he trails his lips down over your jaw.

A breathy chuckle leaves him, hot breath washing over dewy skin. “Patience, babe,” he murmurs, tongue laving over your jugular. “I promise it’s worth it.”

You huff, fingers digging into his skin, nails sure to leave marks behind for later. Pressing your hips up into his own, a shudder runs through you as his cock slips through your slicks folds.

“I’ve waited long enough.” You whine, unashamed to beg. “Please, Jayce.”

Whether it was the brief contact or your out of character begging, Jayce gives in to you, smiling against your skin. One hand slides up to remove one of yours from his shoulder, intertwining his fingers with your own and pressing it into the mattress next to your head.

A gentle kiss, pressed to the corner of your lips, and a warm hand against your hip keep you grounded as he presses forward, stretching you out slowly. His lips swallow your moans and your hand grips his tightly against the onslaught of pleasure that burns in your core.

“Fuck.” the word is huffed out against your lips as Jayce’s hips meet your own. “You feel so good - always feel so good.”

Keening at his words you press up against him, urging him to move. You swallow past the air struggling to get into your lungs and thread your free hand into the cropped locks at the base of his skull.

“ s’ good Jayce.” the words are moaned against his ear as hid head falls to your shoulder. “So big, fuck. P-please move, Jayce, please-”

The answer you receive is physical, the feeling of emptiness as he pulls out of you before thrusting back in with one fluid motion.

He sets a steady pace from there. Thrusts firm and deep, making your already sensitive nerves sing as he drives you towards the peak once more.

Breathy moans and groans of pleasure are whispered against glistening skin as you pull him closer, fingers digging into his shoulders desperately.

Heat pools in your belly as he ruts into you, and just when you think it can’t get any better, Jayce proves you wrong once again.

Sliding his free arm beneath your hips, he pulls your body flush against him, creating a new angle that has him brushing up against that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“There, right there - oh shit.” The words fall from your lips with abandon, praises and pleas for more followed by his name.

Finally, he pulls away from your shoulder to look down at you. His normally well styled hair is disheveled now, errant strands falling beside his temples and stick to the sweat that coats his skin.

He looks almost ethereal above you. Out of breath and disheveled and chasing your pleasure.

The sight alone is enough for fire to rush through your veins. And with each expert stroke of him within you pulls the coil in your belly coils tighter.

But you need more somehow.

His hips start to stutter, and you know he’s close, but you watch him physically hold back, the tendons in his neck straining as he fights with himself.

“I’m close, I-I’m so close but-“ he curses under his breath, his hand squeezing yours tightly. “What do you need? What can I-“

The whine you let out is high pitched, and if you were in any other situation, you’d probably be embarrassed. But right now, you can’t find it in you to care.

“Touch me, please, Jayce.” You gasp out.

He obeys.

Releasing your hand he reaches down, pressing two fingers to your clit to trace right circles against you.

That’s the final push you need to send you tumbling over the edge head first. It crashes over you with an intensity you didn’t experience with your previous orgasm. This one is amplified, like a pleasurable tingle licking beneath your skin as you chant Jayce’s name like a erotic prayer.

Jayce reaches his own end as yours washes through you. The feeling of your warm walls clenching around him as your release coats his cock is enough to usher in his own euphoria.

The moan he lets out is sinful, low and deep as it pushes from within his chest. He spends himself inside you, hips pressed snugly against your own as he collapses on top of you.

His name is still on your lips as his weight settles on top of you, pressing you into the mattress and cocooning you in a comforting warmth as you both bathe in post-orgasmic bliss.

Your hands run mindlessly up and down his back, fingers soothing the crescent indentations your nails left behind.

“I love you.” You finally manage to say, breaking the silence.

You can feel Jayce smile against the skin of your neck, his nose nudging just below your ear as he presses soft lips to your jaw.

“Is that you or the orgasm talking?”

The sound of your hand hitting his back playfully is loud in the otherwise soft quiet of the room, followed soon after by Jayce’s gentle laughter.

His body shakes against you with his actions and you can’t help but smile.

“It was me, you goof.”

Despite your teasing, you reach up to take his face in your hands, directing him to look at you. You are silent as you study him, taking in the adorable way his brows tug together as he waits for you to say or do something.

“I mean it.” You say softly. “Thank you. For taking care of me.”

The smile he gives you is soft, a barely there tug of his lips upwards. Yet somehow it means more than the award winning smile you see so often on stage.

Leaning down, he presses a few quick pecks to your lips before resting his forehead against your own.

“Anything for you.” He says, breath warm against your cheek. “I love you too.”

Nothing else is said for several blissful moments, both of you relishing in the warmth of the others embrace.

Finally though, you shift against him, cringing when he slips out of you.

“As much as I really want to just fall asleep right now…” You reach up and brush a stray hair from his forehead. “I think we need to shower. And change the sheets.”

Jayce lets out a petulant groan, but eventually agrees. Begrudgingly.

You giggle as he shuffles off of you, helping you stand once he finds his own feet. He even lets out a laugh of his own as you struggle to steady yourself on wobbly legs.

“That good huh?”

You smack his shoulder, smile still on your face.

“Oh, hush.” You chastise lightly. “I never should have agreed to this. Now your ego is gonna get even bigger than it already is.”

Jayce scoffs as he leads you towards the bathroom, quickly turning on the shower before turning back to you.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well I did just give you the best orgasm of your life-“

“Those were my only ones!” You argue. “Don’t really have anything else to compare it to.”

His eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to give you some more experiences. You know, to compare.”

The laugh you let out echoes around the room as you enter the now steaming shower, Jayce not far behind.

“You’re terrible.”

Jayce just hums, lathering soap in his hands before running them over your shoulders, fingers massaging the muscles gently.

“You know you love me.” He says, pressing a quick peck to your neck before returning to his work, hands sliding over your arms now.

You smile.

“I do.” Turning in his arms you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to be eye level with him. “I love you, Jayce Talis.”

Then, his lips meet yours. And it’s all the response you need.

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