#virjuneity2022

[basichextechml]

5 Piece Puzzle // Vir-June-ity Collab 2022

Yes I am aware it’s not June anymore, but @heraldeez , @dicax-asina , @thedreamlessnights , and I wrote it in June so kick rocks. This collab is about, and you may have guess this, Virginity! Specifically Jayce and Viktor losing theirs- SO LETS GO.

Viktor/Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit // 2.6K // Reader is AFAB , Basically both V and R lose their virginities , Childhood friends to lovers

You’re confident in your ability to figure out Viktor’s inner workings- but what has he been hiding from you?

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Viktor is like a puzzle.

Well, multiple puzzles, and once you finish one of them, you move onto the next one, and the next one, and the next one. You can step back occasionally, admiring the one’s you’ve solved that all seem to form the person you are constantly trying to understand, looking at the ways in which the jigged pieces contain so much of Viktor.

You took pride in the ones you had solved already — Viktor wasn’t simple in any way shape or form, and you took on the task of putting them together the moment your eyes met his — a violent clash of amber, so bright they were practically glowing.

You had moved up in the world at a young age — your parents had been able to scrape together enough money to send you to live with a relative in the Enstresols of the Undercity. Not ideal, no, but compared to the Sumps, it was much better. The only public school system in the entirety of the Undercity was located in the Entresols, and while it was threadbare, it was better than nothing. Most parents chose to pull their kids from the system as soon as they turned ten, the age when kids were allowed to start working. There were only a few children left in your class after that, so it was difficult not to notice Viktor. 

Almost immediately the puzzle pieces were laid out in front of you- fingers ghosting over the pieces as you thought to why the boy looked at you with such wide, hopeful eyes, but never took the initiative to talk to you. Mentally laying out the corners, you worked your way inward, slotting the pieces together one by one. His grandmother came to pick him up, never a mother or father. The other kids would whisper about him; about his stature, about his stutter, about his cane. He was smarter than them too, and they knew it. It scared them. And when your teacher would release you for lunch right before summer let out, just when it started getting hot, instead of joining you at the water hole, he would gaze longingly before residing himself to the sand. And you fit the last piece in place. He was socially awkward, traumatized after having been rejected for who he was. He didn’t know if you would be the same. Sneering at him if he asked to play with you. 

“What are you working on?” You asked softly. Viktor startled, small hands fumbling with the screwdriver he was using to piece together the frame of the boat before it finally fell in the sand. “Oh I’m sorry!” Hurrying to pick it up, you kneel down next to him, placing it back in his hands, “I didn’t mean to scare you. It looks like a boat, are you gonna give it a motor?” 

As you drew the parasol your aunt had given you to block the sun from Viktor, you caught the tremble in his hands as he held the metal out to you, “...Yes, I am.”

The next puzzle was easier, his favorite food- then his favorite color, the way he positioned his pencil when writing, the list went on.

You pieced everything together day by day, month by month, year by year, and when you finished one you mentally glued it all together and hung it on the wall in your mind's eye. A gallery of Viktor’s mannerisms, as creepy as it made you feel. But it felt good knowing that you knew him better than anyone else, and that he knew you on that same level. Your fingers clicking together like puzzle pieces as you braved your youth and shaped into young adults. 

And then one year, right after your 18th birthday, you started a new puzzle. 

Viktor seemed hesitant to engage all of a sudden. Voice stuttering in a way that reminded you of your school days. Hands erratic as they tried to keep busy in your presence. He was… flighty. It was unusual for him, he’d shed that attitude towards you long ago. You wondered if you had done something wrong, until one day, after coming over and being turned away at Viktor’s bedroom door, his grandmother shoved an envelope into your hands. 

“I love him,” she said, voice weathered from smoke, “but the boy can’t figure out a gods-damned thing when it comes to his emotions, clip him ‘round the ear for me, ‘m too old for this shit and ‘ve got errands to run.” Ever the charmer. 

And when you slid the envelope under the crack in his door, Viktor knew that you knew.

He had been accepted into the Academy.

So he let you in.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you,” he said, timid, shoulders hunched, and still not looking you in the eyes.

You sighed. “I’m not gonna say I don’t mind, because I do, but I want to know why.”

The pieces weren’t fitting. Viktor yearned for the day he could make something of himself, exploring the world around him, inventing and creating and improving. It was a hot topic amongst you both for the entirety that you’ve known each other. It didn’t make sense-

“I don’t want to leave you.”

Click.

Everything fell together. The ache in his eyes, the longing in his voice, the flounce of his hope. His hands were cold against yours, clammy with his nerves as his lips pursed, hoping to whomever would listen that you would understand the meaning behind his words. How it went so much further beyond his wants. A need- yes, he would call it a need. Something he’s grown to crave was your presence, your smile, your being. How far you had bewitched him, how you had become a part of him, nestling your way under his skin and through his arteries, flowing through his veins. 

You drew forward, cupping the hand Viktor used to hold the acceptance letter, pushing it into his chest. “Some letter from the Academy isn’t going to keep me from you, you know that, right?” 

He only sighed, bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek. Your thumb rubs small circles just under the bone, tracing the hollow curve down to the corner of his lips. “It’s been years, Viktor. They’d need an army-”

“Can I kiss you?” Viktor’s voice cracks at the end, unused to voicing such desires, a hint of embarrassment caressing the tones. You smile, your thumb traveling further to prod at his bottom lip.

“If it were anyone else I’d appreciate the heads up,” you drawl, leaning in, eyes a half moon of their once wide gaze, “but you know you can take whatever you want from me, don’t you, Viktor?” And you press into him, softly as not to startle a man already so in his head about the whole ordeal, hoping the soft of your lips will take away any thoughts that may be spiraling. He presses against you all the same, eager, awkward, warm and willing. 

Click.

A puff of air released from his nose fans against your face, a low hum quickly following as you tilt your head to the side, deepening your hold against him for a fraction of a moment before pulling away entirely. He follows you, lips parted slightly- chasing your touch.

Click.

Viktor's face is red hot, cooking under the weight of your gaze and the blood rushing to his ears. His eyes flicker between yours and your lips, moist with his spit. He swallows, fist clenching at your wrist, still placed daintily on his cheek.

Click.

A wicked smile curls at your lips, fighting the urge to look down and see the strain that you could feel. “Are you hard, Viktor?”

“How could I not be?-” He shifts, growing uncomfortable in his pants, “-when you say such things? Do you expect me to be completely unaffected by your words?” 

You had a sneaking suspicion. Not just of the way he crumbled beneath you, but of the fact that- from words alone and a single kiss- he had been brought to this point. Viktor was a virgin. It wasn’t surprising, not if you thought about it for more than a few seconds. He was undeniably handsome, features delicate and intriguing, but you’d known him since your formative years, and he hadn’t had a significant other the entire time you’d been friends. Most people around your age went to brothels to experience their first time- an uncomplicated way to make sure it was the best it could be, but you and Viktor were practically attached to the hip. You’d’ve known, had he gone to one.

A deeper, more primal part of yourself wanted to think that maybe, just maybe, he’d been saving it for you. Besides, it’s not as if you were experienced yourself, who knew having a boy at your side 24/7 was a deterrent for any possible outside relationship? But Viktor was nervous, you could tell by the way his hands traced over your hips, not knowing if he could touch. Gently grabbing at his fingers, you placed them firmly at the swell of your thighs and asked, “Can I touch you?”

“Please.”

His skin, normally cool, was hot to the touch as your fingers dipped under the collar of his shirt, gripping greedily at the material as you dove back in to kiss at his lips. A hunger drove your actions, leaning in to push the man underneath you further onto his bed, his hips unwittingly canting upwards towards your frame. 

It was everything you didn’t know you needed, and now that you had it, you weren’t sure if you could ever let it go. Pulling back, you memorized the red of his kiss-bitten lips, the halo of dark hair, and the burning in his eyes. No, you couldn’t ever let this go. The stripping of his shirt was quick, nothing more than a flurry of fabric before you were gripping at his waist and pulling him up so your lips could connect to his collarbone, biting your mark into his skin, branding him for your pleasure. His own fingers, one’s you’d watched for years, crept down your back pulling your own shirt over your head, baring your torso for his eyes.

“You wanna cop a feel?” You giggled, reveling in the way he stared at you.

“I’m going to ignore your choice of words for that sentence.” Viktor griped, hands already roaming across your chest and towards the peaks of your nipples, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen- you know that, don’t you?” The end of the sentence hitched as your fingers traced along the muscle of his abdomen, leath and giving under your touch. Finally allowing yourself to look at the strain in his trousers, you smirked, self assured in the way this man needed you. 

Pressing down on the button of his pants, he moaned, the pulling of the fabric providing friction that Viktor desperately needed. “Aren’t you a smooth talker? Makin’ me feel special,” you whispered, nudging your nose against his cheek, “ ‘m gonna take your pants off, okay?”

Turns out you didn’t even really have to ask, Viktor was already fumbling with his zipper, yanking at the belt loops, and pulling down his pants. You laughed whole-heartedly at his enthusiasm, falling on your back to yank the material of your own pants off, throwing them into whatever corner of Viktor’s room. It was only when you were stripping yourself of your underwear did Viktor let out an entirely unsexy groan.

“What?” You questioned, sitting up- a sudden fear that maybe he had changed his mind running across yours.

“I don’t have, eh, protection.”

Oh. 

Viktor stared at the ceiling, naked as the day he was born, contemplating if he should be responsible and cut this short. He didn’t have to think very hard though, not when you were kneeling on top of him, your cunt dangerously close to where he needed you. 

Gripping his cheeks, his lips puckered as you leaned down. He could practically feel your lips against his. “How about this, you pull out,” You whispered, lowering yourself to grind against him, the wet of your heat coating his shaft, “and I’ll buy the pill?”

He surged forward to kiss you, mashing your faces together in a combination of tongue and teeth as you moved your hand from his face down to grip at his dick. He mewled beneath you at the sensation of his head gliding across your folds, nudging against your clit, his desperation palpable as he pawed at your thighs, the only thing keeping you above him. 

“Please,” He begged, eyes unwaveringly focused on where you promised to be connected, “I need to feel you-”

Who were you to deny him what he wanted? You couldn’t- not in any way, shape, or form. Not when you were already lining up and sinking down on him, nestling him into your body, squeezing him for what he was worth. The noises you both let out were swallowed by the small, humid, room- the smell a give-away to anyone who would enter about what you were doing. Probably should’ve cracked a window. But who cared when Viktor was looking at you as if you hung the moon and stars? His own personal deity, keeping him safe within you? 

His palms, calloused and warm, traveled up over your stomach, cupping at your breasts. The pressure made you clench around him, and with the jolt that brought from his hips, you took it as your que to move. The squelch was obscene, wet smacks as you tentatively bounced up and down, inexperienced but excited because it was happening. Viktor’s honey eyes flickered between where you were joined and the twitch of your face, how your brows ticked up at certain angles, when he hit something, how your mouth cracked open the slightest, breath catching. Your skin was smooth beneath his touch as he removed one hand from your breast, moving down the length of your stomach to the slit between your thighs. 

“Oh fuck- right there, Viktor-” You moaned, head tilting back slightly as your eyes closed, wholly focused on moving as Viktors thumb rubbed tight, precised circles on the head of your clit, his hips stuttering to hit a certain spot he noticed had you clenching your jaw. A small ball of nerves settled inside your pelvis, twining within each other as Viktor sped up his ministrations- a familiar feeling that you’d only achieved by yourself in the dark of your room late at night creeping up on you. “Fuck- I think I might-”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah- tell me when you- oh fuck fuck fuck-” You moaned, hips jolting and hopping and stuttering with the pleasure as your legs trembled, the feeling of Viktor’s cock pulsing with need working you through your high. The clenching of your walls, tight and hot and wet, brought Viktor closer to where he needed to be as well, and his hands desperately pushed at your hips to get you off of him.

“Me too- fuck me too,” He whined, quickly pulling from your snatch and wrapping a hand around himself, fucking his fist to completion, spilling all over the apex of your cunt and the inside of your thighs. Panting, his head hit the pillow, exerted in a new and delicious way that had him reeling, eyes closing in post-coital bliss.

They snapped open however, when your hand touched him gingerly, rubbing his cum over the tip of his dick exploringly. Against his fatigue, he felt himself stirring again, blood sluggishly moving south. Biting your lip, you smiled at the reaction, the hunger in your eyes revitalized.

Click.

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Three Things Jayce Talis Is, One He Isn’t by @dicax-asina // Jayce + Reader

No More Keeping Score by @thedreamlessnights // Jayce + Reader

Lessons in the Finer Pleasures by @heraldeez // Jayvik + Reader

#Viktor Arcane #viktor #viktor x reader #viktor x you #reader insert #Arcane #Arcane (2021) #Arcane x Reader #Arcane smut #Viktor Arcane Smut #my fics #virjuneity2022

[heraldeez]

Lessons in the Finer Pleasures

Reader x Viktor x Jayce | 5.6K | NSFW

Warning/Tags: they/them used for reader, threesomes, fingering, unprotected PnV, anal, oral, and virgins :]

On the evening of your third date with your partners, you’re expecting to finally get more intimate. The night goes differently than you’d planned.

A/N: Another month themed collab with the talented @basichextechml and @weltraum-vaquero, this time featuring virgins, for ✨Virjuneity✨. Over the course of June, we cooked up another set of four fics for you all, and mine is for JayVikReader. A two-for-one, if you will. A bogo cherry popping.

AKA, the one where the reader is everyone’s personal lube dispenser.

Each of my pals have their own fics that will be linked at the bottom of this post, so go check them out and enjoy a whole bunch of de-virginifying. <3

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When you’d made it official with Jayce and Viktor, the boys had insisted on courting you properly, taking you on dates. They’d presented a bouquet together on the first one, red faced and nervous. Both were perfect gentlemen, and had politely finished each night with a sweet kiss at the door for the past two dates.

But the third date was the time, the generally respected societal norm for getting more intimate.

Frankly, you’d have gone for it on the first date. You really like these guys. And having spent so long working with them, growing closer, spending every hour together, sharing naps on the beat up lab couch, and whispering jokes and science both over cups of coffee… it truly felt like you three had been dating significantly longer than you had.

You appreciated their efforts at courting you. Now you wanted to have them even more, even further.

Even deeper, ideally.

Upon guiding them up to your stoop at the end of your third date, you turn to receive your kisses, smiling into each one.

“Would you both like to come inside?”

That’s when things get a little strange.

Jayce and Viktor’s eyes meet in a way that you usually only see at pompous Piltovian fundraisers, communicating with each other through just a look. Though as soon as it starts, their bout of intense eye contact ends, Jayce clearing his throat noisily.

“I mean, it’s getting awfully late,” Jayce pipes up, voice a strained casual. “Gotta get an early start at the lab, you know.”

You do know, actually. Just like you know there aren’t any pressing deadlines for your little trio right now, and like you know Jayce can’t bluff to save his life.

You raise a brow at him, but he seems suddenly very interested in the night sky above, eyes not meeting your own.

“Late, yes, it’s quite late. We wouldn’t want to keep you awake,” Viktor concurs quickly, his hand shifting restlessly atop his cane.

This was… unexpected.

Though caught off guard by their reaction, you weren’t going to push for something that they obviously weren’t onboard for. Whatever their reasons, you hoped you hadn’t misstepped and made them both truly uncomfortable.

Thoughts churning, you give them a confused nod. “Alright, yeah - I’ll, uh, head to bed then. Um… Goodnight?”

Just as with your previous dates, both men step forward to collect a chaste kiss goodbye from you, Viktor wishing you a good night’s rest, before they rapidly depart from your porch. You’re left there, calling a puzzled “you too” after their hastily retreating forms.

And like a curse settling atop your head in a crown, a good night’s rest is the last thing you can think about.

In a daze, you shrug out of your fancy date clothes, absently letting them fall to the floor as you go to draw yourself a hot bath, thoughts plaguing you the whole way.

You had truly, truly thought that tonight was the night. The date had gone splendidly, in your opinion, and both your partners had seemed their usual fun, intelligent, wonderful selves. Poring over it, you really couldn’t think of anything amiss - right up until your invitation at the end.

Submerged to the neck in scalding bubbles, you glare down at the tub as though it could provide you answers.

Did they not have as much fun as you had tonight? Were they not interested in you the same way you were them? Had you proposed going further too soon?

The bath water grows cool, and you’re no closer to a real answer.

Water trickles noisily down your body as you stand abruptly from the bath, yanking the plug and trying to shake off your concerns. Perhaps it just hadn’t been the right night, or your partners had truly just been exhausted and ready to sleep.

Even so, as you’re sliding on some loose clothes and regarding your bed, still perfectly made up in anticipation of having company, you know you won’t be able to sleep anytime soon.

Quietly, you retrieve your shoes and a light jacket, slipping out of the house.

If your mind is going to insist on being restless, better to do so at the lab, where you can at least throw yourself into reworking formulas.

If that doesn’t work, even cleaning would be better than fretting like this. The rote motion of scouring out beakers might bore you enough to catch a nap on the beat-up lab couch, before the work day begins.

The dim halls of the Academy are a soothing shroud around you, the quiet, book scented air already doing more to calm your nerves that your home had, too fraught with the night’s strange tension. Your feet guide you by pure memory up the flights of stairs and long hallways to the lab, positioned in the far corner of the Academy for safety reasons. There had been more than a few near-misses with explosions in Hextech’s early days.

But as you draw closer to the lab’s door, your ears perk up at the faint sound of voices.

Your steps falter, questioningly. It’s truly late now, and the only people with keys would be Viktor and Jayce. Perhaps they’d mentioned getting an early start hours ago, but you considered the middle of the night to be something different than just “early”.

To be here, now? They likely hadn’t even gone home.

Though, you consider, it would be a far worse scenario if it wasn’t them. Creeping closer, your fingers graze lightly against the door knob, uncertain; the likelihood of it being an intruder was low, but not zero.

Pausing, you wait for the voice to come again.

And breathe a deep sigh of relief when Jayce’s distinctive voice rings out, muffled through the wood, yet unmistakable.

“I can’t believe we turned them down,” his muted voice grouses through the door, presumably to Viktor. “I mean, you saw them tonight! Total knockout, and they wanted us.” You can just imagine his fingers rubbing at his temple, having seen him make the motion so many times when worked up. The sounds of his boots, wearing a track in the floor with his pacing, are faintly audible through the door.

You’re balanced on your back foot, straddling the decision between going back home or pressing your ear against the damn lab door. You wouldn’t normally feel so compelled to eavesdrop, but they’re talking about you.

You and the exact thing that had been keeping you up with tension, enough so to bring you all the way here.

The decision is made quickly as Viktor’s voice filters through the door, distinctive but much quieter than Jayce. You lean in, cheek against the cool wood, just to be able to pick up the tail end of his words.

“... distinctly difficult, to turn them down -” you barely make out. He must be facing away from the door, perhaps looking at the window.

This close to the door, Jayce’s voice is clear enough that you might as well be in the room. “We could have just… you know, uh - wung it?”

Viktor snorts, distantly. “Not exactly the ideal way for it to come out, Jayce.”

Kept secrets really don’t do it for you. Your brows crinkle in annoyance.

“It’s going to come out eventually,” Jayce mumbles. “We could just tell them outright.”

Impatience getting the better of you, you’re through the door before you even have a chance to think about it.

“Tell me what?”

Jayce nearly jumps out of his skin at your abrupt appearance, leaping back a truly impressive distance from where he’d been pacing across the middle of the room. Viktor looks equally startled, a steadying hand on the windowsill keeping him upright from how he’d spun to face you, blinking owlishly.

“You - geez, you scared the hell out of me.” Voice indignant, Jayce has one hand splayed across his chest as though to calm his racing heart, looking for all the world like a startled grandmother. “What are you doing here?” he demands, prominent brows bunched up in bewilderment.

“I could ask you both the same thing,” you counter dryly, before fixing him with your most serious look. “If you have something you need to tell me, I’d suggest you do it now.”

Jayce goes red in an instant. He opens his mouth, only to close it again, scrambling for words.

Viktor speaks instead.

“Neither of us have ever been sexually intimate with a partner.” His voice comes flat and straightforward.

It’s your turn to blink, caught off guard, as Jayce splutters indignantly.

“What? It was your idea to ‘tell them outright’,” Viktor reminds, shrugging. The only thing betraying his nerves is the tense tapping of his index finger against the windowsill.

“You’re both… virgins?” you clarify, watching both men nod sheepishly.

Unexpected? Yes. But hardly cause for this much spectacle. You’d been anticipating something legitimately awful to be revealed, so your tension dissipates almost at once. You’re not sure how either of these men have made it this far in life without someone wanting to rock their world, but you are sure that you won’t make the same mistake.

“So when you guys left, it’s because you weren’t sure how to tell me?”

“Right, it’s not that we, er, weren’t interested,” Viktor says, Jayce nodding emphatically beside him. “More like we don’t really know how to go about it.”

You hum thoughtfully, eyeing the chalkboard. “I could give you the scientific rundown of the process, if you’d like.” You ponder the merits of drawing a diagram. Surely an anatomically labeled vagina wouldn’t be the strangest thing to grace the lab blackboard. Some of Jayce and Viktor’s hypotheses were certainly more outlandish.

Jayce interjects, cheeks stained a pretty crimson, “I meant, we know how in theory.”

His hand reaches out to halt yours, where you’d gone to pluck up the stick of chalk.

You can feel your grin grow sharp as glass, eyeing both red-faced men. “So what you’re saying is, you need some practical application?”

Slowly, you slip your jacket off and toss it toward the workbench, their eyes following the movement intently.

Jayce’s “yes” is blurted out quickly and eagerly, but Viktor’s “absolutely” holds no less enthusiasm.

“Hold on.” You stalk over to the worn couch, plucking off one of the cushions to toss at Jayce’s feet right beneath the blackboard, pleased that he’d stayed exactly where you’d left him.

With a flat hand, you gesture for him to sit on the cushion. Jayce sinks to his knees with no hesitation, watching you with eyes full of excitement.

Fortunately he’s paying attention, because you’re fixing his pants with a raised brow.

“Lose those.”

“Oh, right.” He’s yanking them off in an instant, shirt and then briefs following a bit more bashfully, before he sits politely atop the cushion, long legs splayed in front of him, bare for your open admiration. He looks up at your reaction eagerly, already growing hard.

You look him over, all strong muscles and tantalizing bare skin, humming appraisingly before you’re tugging the cushion forward a few inches, his little yelp of surprise drawing a grin from you and Viktor both.

This leaves Jayce’s upper back braced against the wall while the rest of his torso curls forward, hips left more parallel to the ground and wider open for your plans.

You step in close, planting your ankles on either side of his hips to center yourself, before you turn, facing away from him.

A large hand settles on one of your calves, a softly uttered curse echoing from behind you as Jayce takes in the view. With a wink directed at Viktor, watching the show eagerly from his perch at the window, you slowly slide down your loose sleep pants, baring yourself to them both.

Big, calloused palms reach up without prompting to cup your ass. You can just imagine the sweet, crooked grin that must be gracing Jayce’s face right now; it’s the same look he gets every time he’s faced with such a pleasant surprise.

In a smooth motion, you sink down onto Jayce’s lap, resting on your knees. His hands enthusiastically slide beneath your shirt, dragging it over your head to bare you for his roving hands. Gently, you slide your own hands between his legs, pressing your palms into his inner thighs to spread his legs wide enough for Viktor to fit easily between them.

“Jayce is going to fuck me,” you state bluntly, looking to Viktor. He seems pinned by the weight of your gaze, swallowing heavily. “And you? You’re going to fuck him.”

Jayce breathes a shaky “fuck” behind you at your statement, legs falling even further apart.

“Yes, fuck,” you chuckle, “though first, we’ll have to get Viktor lubed up.”

“There isn’t - We don’t really, ehm, have anything made for that?” Viktor peers at the chem cabinet below the sink across the lab, as though it might contain anything even vaguely suitable, and you’re quick to nip that in the bud.

“No improvising, I already have a plan. C’mere, you’re about to learn the intricacies of fingering.”

Viktor is settled in front of you in record time, leaning his cane against the bottom shelving of the blackboard and nudging his way between Jayce’s legs, hushed and eager. His eyes are locked on where you’re exposed, already a bit slick from all the excitement, but they snap to you when you tilt his chin up, pulling him into a sweet kiss to help him settle.

You aren’t kissing Viktor for very long before Jayce is humming plaintively, nosing his way over your shoulder for the same treatment.

You press a kiss to his lips as well, grinning at his neediness, before you guide Viktor’s hand down to your entrance.

“To begin, you’re going to want to get your fingertips wet, for smoother stimulation.”

His fingers slide cautiously over your entrance, gathering slick, before he slowly slides them up to your clit.

“That’s it, you want to stimulate there and get your partner worked up first. Once they’re aroused, then you can slide your fingers inside.”

As Viktor gets to work, Jayce drags you back into a kiss, licking into your mouth with fervor.

Time slows to molasses as you’re occupied from both ends, Viktor diligently rubbing slick over your clit as Jayce moans into your mouth. Pleasure settles heavily between your hips as Viktor experiments with movements, index twisting little spirals against you.

“Feels good?” Viktor prompts, and you pull away from Jayce’s kisses to answer, much to his chagrin. Instead of words, your throat catches on a moan when his fingers rub against you just right.

It’s answer enough.

A few more twists of his fingers, dextrous movements sending pleasure scattering up your spine, and Viktor toys with the configuration. Dragging his thumb up to occupy your sensitive nerves, he slowly slides his index finger inside, letting out a shuddering breath at the feel of you enveloping him.

Worked up as you are, you prompt him to add another almost immediately, his hand twisting to grind his palm against your clit as he sinks two fingers deep. With his hand pressed flush to you, you’re met with an even stronger appreciation for just how long Viktor’s fingers are.

He takes his time exploring your slickness, fingertips dragging against you and setting all of your nerve endings alight.

Brows furrowing inquisitively, he curls his fingers a bit and drags them back out, scooping out slick and wrenching a moan from your throat as he stimulates the most sensitive area inside, your hips canting forward to chase the sensation without your bidding. Audibly, his fingers pop free, dripping with your arousal.

Taking a deep breath, you wrestle with your restraint, already yearning to get to business. But no matter what, you want their first time to be good. Extraordinary, even, if everything goes according to plan.

You want to blow their minds with just how pleasurable sex can be.

Perhaps you already have, considering the way Viktor is regarding his slickened fingers with something bordering awe.

“Now, use those on Jayce. He’s going to require significantly more opening up,” you instruct.

Viktor brings his fingers down to Jayce’s entrance, circling it and spreading your slickness against him, playing with it just as you’d instructed him to do on yourself, obviously having committed your instruction to memory with a dutifulness usually reserved for his work.

Slowly, gently, Viktor slides one inside of Jayce, watching him with rapt attention as Jayce whimpers into your shoulder, wriggling his hips underneath you to adjust to the slight stretch.

“That feel okay?” you ask, hushed, and he nods.

“Just - Just a little strange.” Already his voice is a little wrecked.

Viktor slides in further, marveling at the sight of Jayce wrapped around him almost to the base of his finger.

Jayce’s hips buck, shoving it the rest of the way inside. His breath catches tensely, and you adjust your perch in his lap to hold a bit more firm, pinning him with your hips to stay still and let Viktor do his work.

The way Jayce’s cock twitches where it’s trapped between you two at the manhandling is very telling of just how much he’s enjoying himself.

Viktor gives a few experimental thrusts, changing his angle, slowly loosening Jayce up. When Jayce grows relaxed against you again, Viktor adds a second finger.

You lean forward to watch Viktor’s fingers spreading Jayce out, speared pink and glistening on slick digits.

“That’s it, you’re doing perfect. Both of you,” you assure, patting gently at Jayce’s tense thigh. “Spread your fingers out, Vik, to stretch the muscles.”

Viktor follows direction beautifully, Jayce keening at the slight stretch.

Both men practically whine when you dip one of your own fingers inside yourself, gathering some slick. The urge to touch yourself to probably the best show you’ve received from a partner in your life is palpable, but you ignore it in favor of sliding your finger back out, trailing it down to Jayce’s entrance.

Viktor’s spread fingers give you just enough wiggle room. You slide your finger into Jayce next to Viktor’s, sighing at the tight warmth.

Jayce groans, arms coming to wrap around your waist, tight. The muscles in his forearms flex with each slow movement of your finger, feeling him out and working him wider in preparation for what’s to come.

Hooking your index slightly, you drag it along, searching, until Jayce’s grip goes iron tight, a surprised yelp tearing from his lips. His hips buck fruitlessly against you, and you nudge Viktor’s fingers up against the correct spot.

“Right there,” you coo.

Jayce cries out as Viktor presses hard against his prostate with brows furrowed in intense concentration, abating the pressure to circle gently against it before he rubs pointedly again to hear Jayce sob out his pleasure.

Jayce’s breathing grows ragged as Viktor continues to stimulate him, fingers twisting nimbly around your own to test his reaction at different angles.

Jayce pants shallower and shallower until his cock gives a noticeable twitch where it’s pressed against you and he squeaks, hips bucking hard, hand shooting down to grab Viktor’s wrist

“I - I can’t, please, we gotta - ‘M gonna come if you keep that up, V, we have to move on. Please.”

You slide your finger out, Viktor immediately following suit, with a mumbled, “Right, yes, moving on to, ah…”

Viktor looks to you owlishly for guidance, and you’re quick to give him a grin. “Gotta slick you up now, Vik.”

He bites his lip as you reach for his neglected cock, rubbing your thumb briefly over the precome beading at the tip, before you’re guiding him closer, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance.

“May I?” he asks, hushed, and at your nod, he begins to press in.

Jayce’s chin juts over your shoulder, face close to your own, as he hungrily watches with bated breath as Viktor enters you.

Viktor sinks in slow, barely inching forward, breath ragged and face twisting up in pleasure with each millimeter he feeds in.

It feels like his cock goes on forever, and not just from the pace. He’s forging deeper than you’d have expected. When he finally comes to rest at the hilt with the barest breath of a moan, the head of his cock is nudging places you hadn’t ever felt stimulated quite so pointedly.

Jayce swallows heavily. “How, uh, how does it feel?”

Viktor’s head tips back, eyebrows pinching in consideration as he tries to steady his breathing. “... Warm.”

You can practically feel Jayce’s pout at the lack of descriptiveness, but you can’t blame Viktor when he looks like he’s having an out of body experience with pleasure right now.

Jayce drags one of his hands away from your waist, fingers trailing softly over your folds and tracing the seal of your entrance around Viktor’s cock. You sigh in pleasure as his finger slides up, circling over your clit, the sensation causing you to clench around Viktor inside you, drawing a first true moan out of him.

It’s followed by a curse, as he jerks his hips back and gives an experimental thrust into your heat, setting a slow, pointed rhythm.

Your arousal is palpable through just the slick noises that come with each sharp thrust in, Viktor taking care to ensure he’s fully coated before he finally musters the strength to retreat, pulling himself from you just as slowly as he’d entered.

Jayce eagerly slips his index finger inside, groaning at your wetness, but Viktor only gives him a moment before he’s pulling Jayce’s finger free.

Jayce opens his mouth to protest - a protest cut off when Viktor grips his cock, pulling it free as you lift your hips, lining the head of him up with your entrance.

“I’m sorry, Jayce, I didn’t catch that. Something wrong?” he asks, deadpan, and Jayce shakes his head quickly, choking back little noises as Viktor rubs the tip of his cock against you, teasing, not yet pushing it in

“Vik - fuck, would you just -” Jayce grumbles, hips writhing as much as you’ll let him.

Viktor merely raises an eyebrow at him.

“Will you put it in already?” Jayce whines. “Please.”

“Put which in, Jayce?” Viktor asks simply, grinding his own cock against the vee of Jayce’s thighs, smile creeping onto his face at Jayce’s squirming.

Jayce chokes out a little moan. “Either,” he breathes.

“Both,” you prompt. “He’s waited long enough, hasn’t he?”

Viktor presses up, helping drive Jayce past the slight resistance to pop the head of his cock inside you.

The only thing you can process as you sink your hips down to take him fully is the absolute thickness of his member, stretched out on his girth. It’s all encompassing, the way he’s splitting you wide, all your nerve endings singing with how he’s pressed so thoroughly, so rigidly against them.

Jayce is already a mess, whimpering and grinding his forehead against your shoulder, his arms a vice around your waist. He’s struggling to catch his breath, knocked out of him at the feeling of you wrapped around him to the base.

Viktor’s eyes are locked on where Jayce is entering you, cheeks red and pupils blown wide with desire. A hesitant thumb reaches out to slide up the scant length of Jayce that isn’t enveloped in your cunt, slipping ever so slightly inside and drawing a whine from you at the stretch.

Viktor closes his eyes, takes a fortifying breath, and pulls his finger away, hand reaching down to grip the base of his own cock, lining it up at Jayce’s entrance.

Jayce’s breath hitches against you as Viktor gives a little push.

He loses his breath entirely as Viktor guides himself in, Jayce’s head falling back from your shoulder to thump against the wall, overwhelmed. You can feel him trembling, just a touch, from his arms around your waist, but his dick is as hard as ever.

“Now give him a moment,” you sigh, enjoying the way Jayce is absolutely throbbing inside you.

Viktor nods, leaning in. His weight presses against you pleasantly, chest to chest, as he reaches over your shoulder to take Jayce’s chin between his fingers, pulling him in for a kiss.

You can hear the press of their lips next to you, Jayce humming, pleased and breathy, into the kiss. For the entire time the three of you had been together, it’s been no secret that Jayce has an innate need to be kissed, thoroughly and often. Viktor makes good use of his mouth as Jayce grows accustomed to his length, keeping him distracted and indulging his need for contact.

He relaxes in increments, body going softer against you, breath returning to him, enthusiastically returning Viktor’s kisses. His body seems to press against you at every point he can manage, eager for every bit of contact. The heat of his chest is searing against the skin of your back, body that naturally runs hot now roaring like a furnace in the face of his arousal.

When you deem him relaxed enough, you give a roll of your hips, surprising them both.

The kiss snaps as Jayce gives a startled keen, and Viktor breaks off to curse as Jayce clenches hard around his length.

“Feeling good?” You settle into a slow, grinding roll, unable to truly bounce in your current position.

Jayce doesn’t seem to mind though. His “yes” is broken and breathy, even just being submerged in your heat driving him wild, hips shifting frantically below you but unable to gain any leverage with how you’ve propped his legs wide.

Viktor is the only one in any position to move properly, and he’s watching the gyration of your hips, entranced.

Viktor lets out a shuddering sigh as your hands trail down his sides, coming to rest on his hips and coaxing them into a gentle, rolling thrust. The rhythm you help him set is lazy and indulgent, slow deep thrusts already pulling sweet moans from Jayce’s throat.

Viktor can’t seem to figure out where to place his focus, pleasure-hazed eyes darting from where his cock is smoothly stroking into Jayce, to Jayce’s no doubtably blissed out expression, to you, roving over your body admiringly, taking in the way you’re admiring him as well. His skin is flushed red, glistening lightly in the dim lab, fluffy hair tousled from how Jayce had buried his hands in it during their kissing, eyes dark with desire.

Jayce clings to your back, arms holding you tight to ground himself as Viktor fucks him. He squeaks when Viktor nails his prostate, openly panting into your skin and pressing kisses against your shoulder to muffle himself.

You spread your knees wider and hike his thighs further up, completely wide open to allow Viktor the most accuracy. Viktor’s hips give a few questioning thrusts, rotating the angle until he’s hitting accurately each time.

Then he picks up the pace, driving into Jayce harder, faster, eyes locked on Jayce’s face.

You can feel the effects as Jayce throbs inside you, the kiss he’d been sucking into your skin going harsh. His body goes tense with each brush against his prostate. Only a few thrusts in, Jayce is already gasping out cries, back arching, pressing himself firmly against you.

“Jayce, wait, you’re - gods, please, you’re flexing so tight. It’s -” Viktor lets out a wrecked moan. “He feels so good around me, (Y/n), I don’t know - I don’t know if I can go much further,” Viktor grits out, his hips slowing to a crawl to stave off his orgasm.

Jayce frantically shakes his head against your shoulder blades. “Me neither, fuck, ‘m not gonna last, babe… fuck.” His voice is choked and reedy.

You decide to finish Jayce off, clenching around him and swirling your hips. “He feels so good inside me too, so perfect for us. Isn’t that right, Viktor? You’re both incredible.”

To your surprise, Viktor tips over first, eyes squeezing shut, his rhythm speeding up to a quick, chaotic staccato, a shocked cry falling from his lips.

With a keen, he begins to moan Jayce’s praises in the throes of orgasm as he rocks his hips through it. “So fucking good, Jayce, gods…”

Jayce goes ramrod straight as Viktor praises his heat, his tightness, how sweet he’s been for you both, and he whines against you, hips rocking into Viktor’s thrusts.

“That was - You’re perfect,” Viktor huffs, brain slowly coming back online as his hips slow to a crawl, tiny movements just enough to prolong the aftershocks. “Truly, pleasuring us both so well.”

You press a soft kiss to the sharp edge of Jayce’s jaw, humming your agreement.

Jayce can barely choke out a “please, fuck, yes” before he’s coming, warmth flooding through you.

His whole body seems to roll against you and Viktor, all hot muscle writhing against your back, shouting his pleasure out to the entire Academy.

You pull his stubbled jaw to the side, sealing your lips against his to muffle him, Jayce keening as he’s quieted, but eagerly returning your affections. His hips buck desperately as you slip your tongue inside teasingly, cock throbbing with aftershocks as he moans, twining his tongue with yours.

Viktor hisses with sensitivity at all of Jayce’s squirming, and after a moment you pull away to offer him a kiss as well in sympathy.

The lab grows quiet, only the sound of the men catching their breaths disturbing the midnight stillness. Jayce’s head thumps exhaustedly against your shoulder, breath tickling your skin. As if to mirror, Viktor’s forehead comes to rest at your clavicle, pressing a soft kiss to your sternum.

“Did you enjoy yourselves?” you ask, one hand coming forward to card through Viktor’s hair, while the other reaches back to rub against the soft, shaved area of Jayce’s haircut.

Jayce can only offer a weary thumbs up, limbs lax underneath you in sleepy post-orgasm haze, but Viktor hums.

“It was incredible, but, ah. We didn’t take care of you.”

You’re quick to wave him off. “That’s fine, for your first. Plenty of time for figuring that out later, so don’t worry about it.”

For some reason, you weren’t expecting instant refutes from both men. Viktor’s “don’t be ridiculous” overlaps Jayce’s “as if!” in their hurry to protest.

“I was raised to believe partnerships are about care and equality and reciprocity.” Jayce’s voice is beginning to take on the cadence of a moral lecture. “We would never-”

His burgeoning speech is cut short by a pointed “ahem” from Viktor.

“Perhaps a demonstration might be called for, instead?”

Without hesitation, Jayce’s fingers slip from your hip to hover at the sensitive skin just above your entrance, both men looking to you imploringly.

“Well, I’m certainly not complaining, if you guys want to give it a go,” you state, grinning.

Viktor immediately shifts back into gear, raising a brow at Jayce’s motionless fingers. “Go on. Show them what you learned by watching me, Jayce.”

Blunt, thick fingers move delicately against sensitive flesh, slipping against you and startling a whine from himself as his fingers brush against where he’s still buried inside you.

Jayce’s middle finger traces circles over your clit, chin coming to rest on your shoulder so he can peer down and admire his work.

Viktor pulls out wetly, and you can feel the whine the vibrates through Jayce’s throat against your skin. His fingers press harder for half a second as the head of Viktor’s cock pops free.

Viktor sinks down to eye level with your hips, taking in the sights in a quiet awe. He brushes his finger over Jayce’s hole before setting his sights on yours, leaning in, breath puffing over your slick entrance.

Jayce is practically quivering in anticipation behind you, fingers going loose with distraction.

Viktor’s tongue slides out to indulgently lap over your cunt, slick and warm, laving between Jayce’s fingers to lap up your taste

They work out a tandem, Jayce’s fingers keeping you spread, his index rubbing distractedly at your clit, while Viktor makes it his sole purpose to map out your most sensitive spots with his tongue.

Come beads up around Jayce’s cock still buried inside, and Viktor sinks in to lap it up, nose rubbing against your clit as Jayce shivers at the feeling of Viktor’s tongue twirling against him.

“You both taste divine,” Viktor murmurs, hands coming to rest atop Jayce’s thighs, pressing in as close as he can get.

He seals his lips and sucks against where Jayce is buried inside you.

Jayce pants against you, cock twitching despite how shortly ago he’d orgasmed, his fingers nudging Viktor out of the way to rub slick and efficient against your clit. Your pleasure is building rapidly with the attention.

Slowly, slickly, the tongue breaches you, already stretched full with Jayce’s cock, coaxing you even wider to allow more of your combined come to drip into his eager mouth.

The slight pinch of him stretching you around both him and Jayce at the same time, tongue curling lasciviously in the tight space between Jayce’s cock and your walls sets off a chain reaction as Jayce throbs inside you, fingers rubbing tight and desperate against you, and your orgasm subsumes you, back arching, head thrown back against a strong, steady shoulder.

The pleasure drags out intensely, the motion of your lovers prolonging it as the slow build toward ecstasy finally reaches its peak. It tears the breath from your lungs, enveloping all your senses in a thick, all-consuming bliss.

Jayce is whispering “that’s it, babe, so good, fuck,” as they work you through it together, Viktor’s tongue curling and thrusting, Jayce diligently holding his pattern as consistent as he can muster while shivering against the overstimulation of you clenching around him.

When the light show behind your eyes finally dims down, pleasure fading and leaving a deep seated contentment in your bones, you crack open your eyes to find two sets staring back at you, eager and satiated and loving.

“Good work,” you sigh, leaning in for kisses.

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Three things Jayce Talis is, one he isn’t by @weltraum-vaquero

5 Piece Puzzle by @basichextechml

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