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A Poor Substitute (Victor x Reader)

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Victor x Reader

Prompt: Phone sex | Wet dreams & “Prove to me that you deserve this.”

Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞 Mutual masturbation | Phone sex | Voice kink | Praise kink | Dirty talk

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2125

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Author’s Note: Day 3 of @xxsycamore‘s Visions of Temptation event! I woke up with a sore throat this morning but luckily my one class of the day was canceled so I didn’t have to go out sick.

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Drawing up your knees, you reached between your legs with trembling fingers, sucking in a sharp breath when they brushed your swollen clit. Your teeth caught your bottom lip, worrying the flesh as you teased the bud, increasing the pressure with each rub.

You’d been so pent-up all day, it was embarrassing. Victor was gone for a week and you went sex-crazed? Ridiculous. You had grown too accustomed to his affection, which demanded he push you to the point of insanity with his tongue or cock whenever he could.

When he’d left, he’d asked if you would be able to handle yourself until his return, a stupid, teasing smirk on his stupid, beautiful face. You’d wanted to smack him and kiss the living daylights out of him at the same time, but now you just wanted him with you in this bed, his fingers between your legs instead of your own.

The mere memory of his fingers was enough to make you moan. His were so much thicker than yours, so much longer. Victor played your body like an instrument, drawing music from your lips and wet from your depths. He reached places inside of you you hadn’t known existed, making you gasp and writhe in the warmth and safety of his hold as you reached climax after climax until you were absolutely spent.

You imagined those moments now as you sank a finger into your core, trying and failing to imagine that it was his. Your chest heaved with frustrated arousal, hardened nipples straining against the fabric of your bra. Whining, you pumped the finger a few times before adding another, scissoring yourself. Two fingers of your opposite hand circled your clit, teasing the bud as you rolled your hips into your hand.

You sighed as the pulse deep in your belly began to strengthen, heat seeping into your veins. It wasn’t nearly as much pleasure as what Victor gave you with a mere brush of his fingers, but it was enough to take the edge off as you slowly worked yourself towards your climax.

A sudden buzzing made you startle, eyes that you hadn’t realized closed shooting open and hands flying to either side of you as you bolted upright. Your eyes found your phone, ringing where it sat charging on your nightstand. Groaning, you ignored it, brows furrowing as you lay back and replaced your hands between your legs. You set a fast pace, rubbing hard in an attempt to drown out the phone’s impatient buzzing.

After what felt like forever it stopped…only to start up again a moment later. You snarled this time, cursing whoever had distracted you from your pleasure once more. Again the buzzing stopped, and again it started a few seconds later. With an annoyed huff, you tore your fingers from yourself. Laying limp across your bed, you exhaled a slow breath, taking a moment to accept the fact that your arousal had evaporated before snatching the phone off the nightstand and ripping the charger out in the process.

In your frustration, you didn’t bother to look at the caller ID, a mistake as, before you could even get a word out, a booming voice asked, “You were touching yourself, weren’t you?”

Victor - the object of all your desires and frustrations - had such impeccable timing.

“Hello to you too,” you muttered, clamping your thighs together against the embarrassing rush of arousal that flooded you at the sound of his voice. You really were ridiculous.

“Tell me.” The tone of his voice, deep and husky, brooked no lenience. Even so, there was something strained to his cadence, something you hardly recognized but that made you pause a moment before you answered slowly, “…Yes.”

A groan echoed through the receiver, making your breath catch and your pussy flutter. One sound had no business being so sexy. “Are-are you…?” The words came out higher and breathier than you meant them to. Something in your brain broke at the idea of Victor in the same position as you, just as desperate, just as needy for the other’s touch.

“Yes,” he answered, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Only all day?” you tried to laugh, but you could feel a moan bubbling in your chest. Your pussy was already wetter listening to his voice alone than it had been when you were fingering yourself. What a traitor.

Victor growled, the sound making you whimper as you wriggled against your pillows, legs spreading once more. “What were you doing before I called?”

“Fingering myself,” you confessed.

“How many?” Heavens above, his voice could shake mountains to their foundations - that’s what you thought as you covered your mouth to stifle your needful cry, pussy clenching around nothing.

“Two,” you answered shakily. Your fingers brushed through your swollen folds, the electric fissures you’d been looking for before all too happy to emerge at your touch with Victor’s rough breathing in your ear. “But it’s not you.”

He chuckled, the sound warming you from the inside out. “I keep imagining it’s your mouth or your pussy around my cock instead of my hand.” The warmth you felt turned molten at the thought that he was just as starved for you as you were for him, pleasuring himself to thoughts of you. “But it’s not you.”

The image of him, naked and flushed, muscles straining as he took his heavy, weeping cock into his hand, made you breathless, tiny mewls and gasps escaping as your fingers circled your opening. You imagined the pre-cum that would be beading at the tip of his thick head, the pulsing vein that ran along the underside, the slight curve of the staff. A burst of heat soaked your fingers, back arching into the bed beneath you as they slipped into your slick heat.

“Are your fingers in that tight pussy?”

You shivered, feeling his voice in your bones as you gasped an eager “Yes!” Setting the phone to speaker, you used your newly freed hand to grope your breast, teasing your hardened nipple through the lacy fabric of your bra. “I wish you were here.”

He was silent for a moment, long enough that you thought you’d lost connection, and then he commanded, “On your knees.”

You nearly knocked the phone off the bed in your scramble to do as he said. Each breath came rapid as you rolled onto your knees, keeping your upper body pressed to the bed and widening your knees. Your arousal dripped down your inner thighs in this position, making you shiver at the exposure it brought. How could you be so unseemly wet when he hadn’t even touched you?

“Have you done as I asked?”

The rumble of his voice, deep and smooth as honey, made you shudder. “Yes.”

Even so far away, you felt his smirk, felt the phantom imprint of it against your skin. “Good girl.” A shuffling sound reached your ears and you wiggled uncomfortably as you waited for his instruction. Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine your lover was there with you, his breath fanning over your skin rather than finding you through a phone receiver. You remembered the feel of his body against yours, pressing against your back, his cock nudging you open…

“Two fingers inside.” The sudden, harsh words made you jolt. “Use your other hand on your clit.” He spoke with all the authority of the CEO he was, ordering your pleasure as if it was his right.

A little shifting and shuffling found your hands tucked between your legs, your toes curling against the comforter as you did as he said. Two fingers disappeared inside of you again, two other fingers tracing circles into the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.

“Done,” you breathed, slowly beginning to thrust those digits in and out of your throbbing heat. The embarrassment you’d felt before as you’d tried and failed to get yourself off evaporated, replaced by a blank-eyed lust as you fingered yourself. “What…What are you doing?”

“Jerking myself,” came his grunted reply, and you shivered, biting your lip against the smirk that threatened to unfurl. Was it possible that Victor was worse off than you? You always thought you were the more attached one in the relationship, but maybe Victor was just better at hiding it. “God, your pussy is always so tight around me, squeezing me,” he huffed. If you listened closely you thought you could hear it, the slap of his hand around his erection, pumping himself.

“You’re so much bigger than my fingers,” you whined, straining to reach the places inside of you he always did. You remembered the first time you and Victor had made love, how he’d had to stretch you and ease you open with his tongue and fingers before he would even consider putting his dick in you. “What else?”

“You always milk the cum out of me so well. Your cunt is always so hungry for it.” That made you blush, pussy clenching down on your fingers as if in agreement. It was true; you loved it when Victor came inside of you, begging for it as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm. You loved how close it made you feel, how tenderly he would hold you even as his hips ploughed into you mercilessly.

Still, you buried your face into your pillow, cheeks burning with a vicious blush. You were only masturbating on the phone with him, but hearing him praise you so freely was unusual. It made your heart flutter and your knees weak.

A long moan peeled from your lips, too loud in the too big space of your bedroom. You hadn’t realized how much space Victor’s presence took up until now, how he filled your everything so not a single part of you wasn’t marked with him. Your fingers moved faster as you rocked your hips into your hand. You knew he could hear each gasp, each mewl and cry. You wanted him to hear it, wanted to pet the ego that knew he could make you feel good, could make you cum to the thought of him.

“Victor,” you mewled. Your fingers slipped through the copious amount of wet your body was producing, your back arching and your knees spreading a little more in a useless presentation to a lover who wasn’t there. “I want to cum so bad.”

“Prove it to me,” he growled, curls of heat licking through your lower belly. “Prove to me that you deserve this, that you deserve to cum.”

“I need it! Baby, please!” You were so close, so close to obtaining the relief that had eluded you all week. “It hurts without you! I need your cock, your fingers, your tongue!”

“I know, darling.” His heavy breathing filled your senses, and you swore you could smell him, something of the taste of his skin on your tongue. “Such a good girl. Won’t you cum for me? Make those pretty noises for me to remember until I get back?” he coaxed, and your walls contracted, warning you, urging you on.

“I’m close,” you gasped, mewling with each plunge of your fingers. “Victor!”

“Cum, baby.” A part of your brain connected the strain in his voice with his own climax, with the way his defined abs would be tensing right now, his body curving around the pulsating dick in his hand.

You spasmed, crying his name at the same time that milky white spurted from the reddened tip, his seed gone to waste where it painted his thick thighs and pooled on his stomach. Collapsing onto your comforter, you lay boneless in the wake of the orgasm coursing through your limbs. Satisfaction, warm and fuzzy, settled in your abdomen.

Only one thing could have completed your happiness.

“I miss you,” you murmured, taking the phone off speaker in order to hear his voice more closely.

“I love you,” he answered, his voice soft as it only was when he said those three words, and your heart melted as you whispered the words back.

“Are you going to sleep now?”

“Mhm.” Rising on legs that were just stable enough to carry you to your bathroom, you cleaned yourself up, pulling on your fluffiest pajamas when you were done. “You?”

“I have a few emails to send.” That was your Victor, ever-dedicated to his work. The thought brought a smile to your face. “I couldn’t focus on them before.”

“Sleep soon.” Flopping back into bed, you pulled the blankets around you, cocooning yourself and trying to preserve the afterglow of your orgasm. “I’m waiting here for you.”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he answered, “Sweet dreams. I’ll be home soon.”

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thedummysdummy · 11 months

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Can I have a cup of latte with some sweet cream and yes hcs of our CEO dealing with a pregnant wifey 🤧🤌🏻 Pregnancy reveal to labor that will be a thank you.

Firstborn

In his Victor way, he immediately sensed her presence and looked up from his work. Seeing the grin on her face, he immediately knew something was up. “What has gotten a dummy so riled up?” he asked, pausing as he glanced farther down and spotted the pregnancy test in her hand. He jumped up from the couch and hurried to her side, his large hand reaching for hers to grab the test. She relinquished it with no struggle and Victor stared at the little window. A laugh started deep in his chest and made its way to the surface, emerging as he wrapped his arms around his wife.

“See? All that worry for nothing! I told you that we just had to be patient! We have to celebrate. What would you like for dinner? I’ll make you anything you want. And I’ll call up the doctor to make an appointment. This time everything will go smoothly.” Victor scooped the girl up into his arms and buried his face in her hair.

She squirmed a little and squeaked indignantly, but Victor only laughed louder and carried her out of the office and into the living room. “I can walk, you know,” she insisted, his joy soaking into her soul and making her laugh as well. “But really all I want for dinner is a nice butternut bisque. I’m a little too nauseous for much more than that…”

Victor immediately set her down at the dining room table and went to the cupboard where he kept the tea and coffee. Soon the scents of ginger and peppermint filled the air and a steaming cup of tea appeared in front of the girl. “Drink this first while I make dinner, then. But give it a few minutes to properly steep before you greedily gulp it down.”

“It’s too hot to gulp anyway,” the girl protested, but Victor merely shook his head and began his preparations. She watched his strong and slender form as he cut, cleaned, and drizzled olive oil over the resulting chunks of squash. The edges of her lips twitched in a pleased manner and her heart felt almost too big for her chest.

In this moment, she was the luckiest girl alive. She picked up the teacup and inhaled the fragrant steam before blowing a soft breath over the surface of the liquid. As long as she had the love of that man, she had the entire world in her palm.

His baby wasn’t a bad addition, either.

The cup of tea was gone long before the squash had finished steaming, but the girl was content to sit at the table and just watch Victor work. He often glanced over at her and his dark eyes glittered every time he caught her staring. She enjoyed watching his skillful hands transform the hard vegetable into a smooth and creamy soup which soon he ladled into a bowl and placed in front of her. It was followed by a thick slice of toasted sourdough and another cup of tea.

Only once she was served did Victor dish up his own meal and join her at the table. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked, dipping his spoon into the silky soup and blowing gently to cool it. The girl nodded and tore off a bit of the bread to dip into her soup. It was delicious, as was to be expected, and she didn’t even need to ask the ‘secret ingredient,’ because she already knew exactly what it was.

Joy.

~~~

Two months passed by as a moment and a lifetime simultaneously. The girl lost count of how many times she’d had to run out of a filming shoot, returning to the concerned looks of her coworkers.

Finally, Kiki pulled her aside. “Boss, we’ve all noticed that you’ve been ill a lot lately. Is everything okay?” She looked into the girl’s face with concerned eyes, seeming to seek the answer in her boss’s expression. The girl fought with herself for a long moment. Was it too early to make an announcement? She knew it would be another month before she was out of the most dangerous portion of the pregnancy, but if her coworkers were already getting worried…she knew she wouldn’t last another month without telling them.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…don’t spread this around, okay? But I’m pregnant.”

A look of wild excitement filled Kiki’s face. “Oh my goodness! Congratulations, boss! How far along are you?! Has anyone planned a baby shower yet? Are you having a boy or a girl? How does Victor feel about it? This is so exciting!”

The girl slapped a hand over Kiki’s mouth, but that did little to quell the other woman’s excitement. “I’m only eight weeks along, but Victor and I are both very happy. We won’t know if we’re having a boy or a girl for quite a while.” She giggled and her other hand went instinctively to her stomach. “It definitely is exciting. But!! You have to swear not to go announcing it to the entire world, okay? I’ll tell the others after the shoot today, then you all can gossip to your hearts’ content with each other.” She shot Kiki a serious look, and Kiki straightened into a salute.

“You’ve got it, Boss! I won’t tell a soul!”

It was a promise which lasted approximately twenty minutes before the news was nearly enough to make Kiki explode. “But you have to act surprised when the boss tells everyone after the shoot, okay?” she whispered after spilling the beans to Willow.

“Oh, obviously,” Willow insisted. “And we’re also obviously going to plan a surprise party.” Kiki agreed wholeheartedly and the pair went back to the shoot. The day seemed to drag by even slower than usual as the secret burned a hole in their mental pockets. They did their best to look innocent every time the girl was nearby, but the moment she turned her back, the pair could barely contain their excitement.

By the time the shoot wrapped up, everyone was completely exhausted except Kiki and Willow. They were still hyped up on the high of their secret and practically vibrated with excitement when their little crew was called together.

The girl looked at each one of her friends and smiled. “I have a bit of an announcement. I was going to wait a little longer, but I have no doubt the cat would get out of the bag sooner rather than later. So here it is: Victor and I are expecting our first child.”

Cheers of congratulations filled and echoed around the mostly-empty set, making it feel as if the girl were surrounded by an army of well-wishers.

~~~

“But the casual white shirts go on the blue hangers, and the formal ones go on the black ones!”

The girl began pulling all of the clothes that Victor had hung up off their hangers and tossed them on the bed, her arms moving in far more exaggerated circles than was entirely necessary. Victor watched with exasperation, his arms crossed over his chest and his brows furrowed. “Why does it matter? Besides, they are my shirts. Shouldn’t it be my opinion that counts when it comes to putting them away?”

He may as well have declared the instigation of World War 3. The girl looked at Victor incredulously and threw the hanger she was holding to the ground. “Fine! If you’re so opinionated about it, I’ll just let you put them away yourself! And the closet can be a mess.”

“I already put them away myself once, and you pulled them all back out. That seems like you caused the problem, not me.” Victor’s exasperated tone only earned him a look that could kill a nation before his wife stomped out of the room and disappeared into the darkness of the rest of the house.

Victor took a moment to breathe. Why was everything a fight lately?! Good grief, it was the color of hanger for crying out loud. He’d thought putting away the laundry would make her happy, not cause yet another argument. He glanced over the pile of shirts on the bed and wondered where exactly he’d gone wrong.

A cloud settled over his heart as he picked up the shirts and ensured they were on the ‘proper’ hangers before putting them back in the closet. Every now and then he glanced at the bedroom door, half expecting to find her standing there watching. However, she never appeared. It didn’t take too long to fix the shirts and make the bed for good measure; only after that did he dare go seeking his wife.

Perhaps ‘seeking’ was the incorrect word. Victor was pretty sure he knew exactly where he’d find her. He easily crossed the dark house and opened the nursery door, standing in the doorway. Moonlight filtered across the carpeted floor and landed on the chair on the opposite side of the room, highlighting the small amount of dust which drifted back and forth as sand in the ocean.

Sure enough, the girl was curled up in the rocking chair, clutching a shiba plush. Even in the moonlight he could see the glisten of tears on her cheeks and he sighed. “Dummy,” he whispered, crossing the room in three long strides. She looked away, hiding her face behind the golden fur of the shiba. But Victor pushed it gently away and lifted her chin. He wiped away one of the tears with his thumb and kissed her forehead. “I love you, my little dummy.”

While the words were simple, they seemed to be the magic words which unlocked the door. A torrent of tears ran down the girl’s cheeks and she flung herself into Victor’s arms. “I didn’t mean to yell at you,” she sobbed, burying her face in his shoulder. “I don’t know why I’m like this! It’s like I can’t even control myself and I hate it!”

Victor ran his fingers tenderly through her hair and held her close. “It’s just the pregnancy. You’ll feel better soon. Only six weeks left, hm? I’m not going anywhere, no matter how moody you get. So stop beating yourself up and come to bed.” He slid one arm under the girl’s legs and scooped her up. “You need your rest if our little one is going to be healthy.”

~~~

It was dark when the girl waddled into the office. She groaned a little and shifted on her feet, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt. Unfortunately, there was no such thing at this point in the pregnancy. Her hand went for the lightswitch and she wondered idly how she was the first one there for the meeting. Anna had seemed quite insistent that it was incredibly important, and even Victor had seemed keen to get her here on time.

The lights caused her to go momentarily blind and she squinted as they adjusted. A jubilant shout of ‘SURPRISE!’ caused her to jump, but once she was able to open her eyes again, she was met with a room full of pink and blue balloons and streamers. Everyone she loved sat in chairs around the room with bright grins. Cupcakes decorated with pastel frosting and baby bottle sprinkles made up a large centerpiece, surrounded by various other snacks, while another table was absolutely loaded with brightly wrapped gifts.

A hand softly on her back propelled the surprised mother-to-be into the room; it was connected to a smirking Victor. “Come on, get in there. Your friends didn’t organize this just for you to stand in the doorway with your mouth hanging open.”

She broke out of her stupor and joined her loved ones for an evening of ridiculous games, eating, and opening of gifts. The sheer amount of love she felt from everyone in the room was a warm blanket which encircled her heart with tender softness. Each hug, each gift, and each kind word helped erase just a little bit more of the pain and discomfort of being eight and a half months pregnant.

And when Victor noticed that she was beginning to tire, he took her hand in his big, warm palm and addressed the room. “Thank you, everyone, for the party and the gifts. We very much appreciate it, but my wife is going to fall asleep in her chair if I don’t get her home soon.” She gave his hand a squeeze and with those they loved trailing behind them with arms full of gifts to load into the car, the happy pair returned home with far more than just a new mountain of belongings.

~~~

Of course it would be the middle of the night. The girl got up for what felt like the fifteenth time that night to use the bathroom, only to feel warmth running down her leg. “Too slow…” she muttered as she waddled into the other room.

However, it soon became apparent that this wasn’t a middle-of-the-night bladder leak. An intense pain gripped the girl’s stomach and she curled up on herself, letting out a strangled squeak of pain and surprise. It wasn’t incredibly loud, but loud enough to cause Victor to rocket up from the bed. His sleep had been poor for the last week already, just in case this exact thing happened.

“Is it time?!” he exclaimed, looking quite silly with his dark hair tousled upwards and his boxers slightly twisted. All it took was a single nod for him to spring into action, tossing on the clothes he’d specifically kept on the chair next to the bed for easy access and grabbing the hospital bag they’d lovingly packed together.

Minutes later the girl was dressed as well and Victor helped her into the car. His hands trembled as he buckled her belt, though out of fear or excitement was up for debate. Probably both. He hustled around the front of the car and into his seat, turned the key, and soon the pair were speeding down the road toward the hospital.

Each time a new contraction hit, the girl fumbled for Victor’s hand. “I’m right here. Just breathe,” he soothed, running his thumb over the back of her hand. “We’ll be there soon. I’m right here.” As Victor was wont to do in situations involving his wife, he drove with a reckless abandon in regards to the speed limit. They soon walked into labor and delivery, where the girl was whisked away while Victor paced the waiting room.

Luckily for everyone in the hospital, Victor was only made to wait until his wife was dressed and put in her delivery bed before he was allowed to go back with her. “It will probably still be a little while, Mr. Li. The contractions are still ten minutes or so apart, and she’s only at an eight. We’ll check in often, but why don’t you try to get a little rest while you can? When the contractions are two minutes apart or less, we’ll get the doctor in here.”

Victor nodded, though he knew there would be absolutely no rest for him tonight. Not until those sweet cries filled his ears, and that sweet bundle filled his arms. He sat at his wife’s bedside and held her hand as she did her best to remain calm through round after round of contractions. “I’m positive we’re having a boy,” she murmured. “I regretted deciding to wait to find out for sure, but now that it’s time…I think it’s even more exciting this way.”

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, as long as we get a healthy baby.” Victor placed his hand on his wife’s belly and was rewarded with a solid kick. “They’ve definitely got your attitude…”

The hours passed by painfully slowly. Painfully being the key word. By morning, the girl was convinced this labor thing was never going to end. That was, until she was hit with contractions five minutes apart. Then two minutes apart. Victor pressed the call button repeatedly and the nurses soon arrived, the room filling with motion and excitement. The epidural went in and warm, blissful numbness took the place of the hot pain which had been filling her existence.

The doctor arrived and, after a brief examination, smiled. “Alright, love. It’s time to push, okay? Three breaths and push for me on three. One, two, push. One, two, push.”

Time felt like it stood still as Victor watched his sweet wife’s face flush, and her hand crushed his with each straining push. The doctor kept checking repeatedly, his voice encouraging. “You’re doing great, mama. I see a head! Keep pushing for me. Not too much longer now.”

And he was right. Two pushes later, the shrill sound of a baby’s first cry pierced the air. The nurses rushed forward with a towel and a clamp for the cord, while the doctor checked over the new life for signs of health. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Li, it seems you have an absolutely perfect little boy.”

Victor wasn’t even embarrassed about the tears that ran down his cheeks as the doctor wrapped the still-mucky little boy in a towel and handed him to his father. He was a chunky little man…and the most beautiful thing Victor had ever seen.

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