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zevrra · 3 days ago

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pervert!jacye who still hasn’t had enough.

he takes the pretty underwear he’s stolen from you, fingers trembling as he slowly wraps it around his still aching cock. groans at the first shift of the fabric sliding over his shaft and his head. he adjusts it a little, pressing his head right along the curve of the panties where your cunt most likely would sit and his thoughts run wild with it.

his first thought; how soaked you most likely were. imagining how if he slipped the tip of his cock right between your folds, he could watch your slick coat his head and drip down his shaft. he thinks about how you’d barely manage to take just the tip. how tight you would be when he finally slips just a little of himself inside. fuck, how would you moan his name and claw at his back as he pushes inside, just because he was “too big”.

you’d be so warm and wet for him. so perfect as he slipped more of himself inside. watching your cunt take every inch of his throbbing cock right before his eyes. and when he’d finally bottom out inside, he’d stare at your face as it twists with pleasure. he’d watch and feel how you clench around him, sucking him deeper. craving him and only him. no one else could make you feel this good. you wouldn’t be able to live without him after he was finished with you.

jayce grunts, his hand moving faster along his shaft. your underwear throughly a mess thanks to his own precum spilling out from the slit at his head. he moans, hot and heavy, as his pace becomes chaotic and harsh. imagining you bent over his desk at home, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you so hard you can’t even speak. buries himself so deep inside of you he’s swears he can see a bulge in your tummy.

it’s all too much. way more than when he had just imagined your mouth around him. his orgasm comes up quicker, burns faster, makes his thighs fucking clench; and he cums directly into your underwear. mouth watering at the thought of cumming inside of you, again and again. imagining as he fucks into the sweet curve of your pretty panties that he’s filling you up instead, stuffing you entirely full until you’re leaking with his cum. he can’t help but grunt your name through clenched teeth as he cums ‘inside of you’.

his hips jerk through every shiver of his orgasm and they don’t stop until he’s finally finished. soiling your underwear to the point that they were damn near see-through with a mix of his own slick and now his white cum painting it. his breath is ragged with his post orgasm but clarity hits him faster than before; and he’s realized he’s ruined your underwear. and that they would never be the same pretty underwear he regularly touched himself too. now they were just covered in his cum and shame.

well…he’d just have to steal another pair then……

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myswanderlust · 3 days ago

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jayce and viktor in modern day au: x reader

based on the fantastic art by @ primaveraart19 on twitter:

separate jayce and viktor x kindavirgin! reader

| first meeting + first time |

! MDNI slight 18+ content !

jayce: the studious golden goy

cute nerdy boy you would see in your engineering class that would never look up from note-taking or never not pay attention to the lectures.

prestigious man that made sure his university sweater was tucked neatly into his khakis every single time he got ready for classes or done using the restroom. his hair was styled gorgeously with light gel. (a gel with aloe vera and pomades because mama ximena told him not to use those awful chemical gels).

many other students that have classes with him find it difficult to gain any of his attention. they are always making advances but he never bothered to entertain it. jayce was trying to study to become an engineer or even an instructor of sorts; ‘he didn’t have the time’, he thought.

that was until he noticed you.

his demeanor had changed from the intimating gaze and nonchalant face he made in his classes, to a looser expression; he was more relaxed yet tense; seemingly brighter but he forbid making it known.

you also thought jayce was handsome; a smart man with a different personality that was vibrant but not common amongst other men at your college. you always snuck glances at him in your engineering class and it wasn't often that he caught you. (he definitely noticed but could not lock eye contact).

nothing too big ever started until when you started struggling in the class, and the professor was displeased to let you know that his office hours were booked solid and he could not fit you in. his alternative was to have you work with his top student, which was jayce.

jayce was not overwhelmed with joy- though he was extremely grateful. his mind was a jungle of emotions which were all unclear.

part of him loved to imagine tutoring you; that ending in ways not so pg. part of him always fret meeting you, knowing he wouldn’t know how to truly act around you.

would you find it weird that he sweats so much when he’s nervous? or that he stutters his sentences when he feels like he can hear himself talk in the third-person.

the professor would introduce the two of you and jayce would keep the conversation surprisingly cordial. he was pissing his pants the whole time however.

he tutored you every thursday for at least a month before things did not feel exceedingly awkward. jayce always worried he was being too obvious about how he felt about you, but if anything, you thought he couldn’t less care for you. you believed he was only tutoring you to get on the professors' good side, or simply because he asked.

when you stop showing up to tutoring (knowing that going hurt you more than not seeing his pretty face at all), jayce would text you and ask when a better time would be to which you reply a quick:

“don’t worry! it all is starting to make sense. you don’t have to tutor me anymore!”

jayce would stare at his phone for a few moments, knowing that you were lying straight through your teeth. the last lesson he tutored you on, you stared at the book blankly every-time he tried to re-explain the material. you finally did understand it and he could tell you felt embarrassed at how lon-

‘that had to be why.’ jayce would think.

he didn’t reply to the text, just knowing he would see you the next day. it's not like he had much to say, anyways. he was upset that you were not comfortable enough around him to know it was okay to be confused.

you started at the ‘read at 4:37pm’ under your message and sighed. you never wanted to stop going to tutoring with jayce but you heart could no longer handle his demeanor.

the next morning, walking into class but not noticing a tall figure and almost running into jayce’s figure starting right next to your desk. you smile at him warmly, enough to make him feel his heart flutter, yet he held an emotionless face. “i hope you aren’t coming to tutoring because of the material? you’re so much smarter than you think.” he would announce, holding steady but intimating eye with yours.

you would look up from setting your notebook down to the desk. ‘did he just.. compliment me..’ you pick your brain mentally to find a response.

“no.. jayce-“

he stares down at you; he is at a towering height, standing so close. you move you head to keep your eyes from lingering to places other than his gorgeous face. “-that’s not why..”

he just stares now, and his anxiety was through the roof. ‘shit.. she knows. i made her uncomfortable.’ his worst fear. the whole reason he was scared to tutor you.

he sighs before sitting in the desk next to you, putting his head in his hands.. his legs were usually bigger than the silly desk chair could handle so he slouches, man-spreading slightly under the desk-top. “i’m sorry.. i’m really sorry.”

you looked at him in complete confusion, contemplating stopping whatever it was he was doing but keeping quiet upon noticing the auditable and visible dismay in his expression. “i never wanted to make you uncomfortable.. i just- i don’t know how to act around you-“

your eyes widened slightly at his confession, since you both had an extremely different version of what was happening. “-you’re so attractive.. it’s very hard to tutor you but.. i knew you needed help.”

jayce had whispered that last part, but you heard it all. you smiled at his words, taking a breath before planting a kiss to his cheek. “that’s not why i wanted to stop tutoring but.. i like your version more.”

short circuit btw.

after that event, you both became very close, started dating and he was your personal tutor. (thank god)

neither of you mentioned anything particular about sex, though jayce was not a virgin. he had experience from previous years in college. he was a beauty of a man: would could blame anyone for that?

you had your own experiences as well, but had never gone the full way with anyone just yet. you and jayce had been together for around five months but you knew since the first week that jayce was the man you wanted to lose it to.

when the conversation came up, it was nerve-wracking for the both of you. more likely jayce, since he could hold your waist without the shaking of his wrists and hands. he knew you could feel it but he couldn't stop.

“you want- your first time to be with me?”

“yes jayce.. is that alright?”

he nods his head like there wasn’t a thought in his brain besides you; he was hypnotized by you, he always had been but now he knew you wanted him; it was too much for him.

even after weeks since that conversation, neither of you made an attempt at anything sexual. it wasn’t until he had enough. you came into his dorm while he worked on his midterm essay after your last class.

you came up behind him and pecked him lightly all over his face, jayce would smile cheekily at you while still looking at his screen. “how was school, lovey?”

“it was okay! super boring last lecture.” you said with a frown. you laid on his bed and turned to wrap you body around one of his pillows. his eyes went to lock with your face but he was only met with your body in a questionable manner. your bottoms looked perfect on your ass, in way that jayce couldn’t fathom. he signed before leaning back in his chair.

he had been debating making a move since the previous conversation but with the erection he had, it was making him feel less respectful.

he got up from his chair, walking over to you before leaning over your frame on the bed and kissing your face, “you’re so perfect.”

you blush at his words, turning your body until your faces were lined. his eyes were dark with desire and you noticed a confidence that was hidden beneath his nervous exterior.

“need you, can i have you now?” he mutters into your neck

you chuckle and nod, “take me, my love. need you too.”

victor: the introverted music- loving zaunite

artistic: both art wise and music wise. you met him in either one of the classes. he’s more into music, he loves the classical or piano type of music, but truly listens to any kind; he’s very diverse. art, he mostly enjoys the shaded art schemes and doodles he makes. doesn’t know an extreme amount.

viktor is not shy by any means, though he is an introvert. he does not have a hard time speaking to others, though he has a small group of friends and does not care to venture out past that.

he finds comfort in quality over quantity.

viktor went upon meeting you in between his classes in the lounge area. he was doodling in his notebook while taking to a friend. his eyes always snapped at the door when it opened and closed, since it was so close and loud. he was astounded by your beauty, could not draw his eyes away when he saw you walk through the doors to the corridor.

you walked your obviously stressed demeanor to the vending machines and pull the quarters out of your bag. viktor watched as you put the three quarters into the machine and type the command, A18.

he also watched as the bag that contained stale chips got stuck on the hoop that held them. and then your face when the anger built up. you hit the machine twice to hopefully release the bag, but to no avail.

you would lean against the wall next to the vending machine, waiting or more debating if you had any energy to be angry.

viktor’s friend also watched the exchange before noticing viktor had now stood with his cane as support and was now there with you, making you watch him as he approached the vending machine. putting his cane in his reach and leaning on a wall, he would grab the front of it, looking over at you which caused you gaze to shift slightly.

“a little help?” he said with a slight smile. your ears almost physically twitched at hearing his somewhat different tone of his voice.

you chucked a light “oh.” and helped him tip the boxy machine, making your chip bag fall over and into the grab-able compartment. you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ to his help. he smiles again softly before leaning down and grabbing the chips. he held them out for you, “always willing to help.”

you knew you would be crushing after the event transpired, though viktor had already decided the moment you walking into the room that he had his sights set on you.

you had reminded him of himself. you were not quiet, yet you kept to your self. part of him felt like a stalker now since he had noticed you were around more than before. you sat alone in the lunge area most of the time. you would exchange 'hello's' with some professors and students but no one really ever sat down with you.

he could not understand for the life of him how someone as sweet as you had no one trying to advance but he figured you enjoyed the solitude while in classes and while studying.

viktor also always wondered what you were listening to when you popped those headphones in. when you looked like you were mercilessly typing, what seemed like an essay, were you listening to a piano chorus or soft lofi?

what if it was neither, and you liked listening to some heavy metal for inspiration? he was so intrigued, but felt somewhat awkward asking you straight up "what music are you listening to?"

he did anyways. he steady himself and he walked, heart softly but loudly beating against his ribs as he walked up to you. he could tell you were in a trance of writing so he decided to simply sit in the open chair across from you.

it took a while to whip you out of the trance too, with you mind running a mile every second. you were writing in your notes different ideas for you upcoming essay and when you noticed his presence, it shook you. you ripped the headphone out of you left ear and smiled, slightly embarrassed. "oh- hi! sorry i was totally distracted."

"you are perfectly fine. i am simply the one intruding your space." he spoke and chuckled. you shook your head. "you're not at all. it was calming."

he nods, before nodding his head in the direction of your headphones plugged into your cell phone. "i was curious to what you were listening to." you look down to your phone and then back at him, "oh, just *insert band name*. i love *type of music*."

it was something of how simple it was for you to tell him without question and how your eyes lit up at mentioning your favorite band. he knew he did not care to cower any longer behind a fear of rejection. even though as he debated, he just stared at you, which scared you tremendously that he was judging you for what you thought was not a niche interest.

you looked at him with concern for a minute before he realized. "sorry. you are just very attractive. i fear i did not know how to respond respectfully."

you looked him slightly surprised; your eyes and mouth slightly gaped at his truth before looking back down to your computer screen and clearing your throat, "you.. look very great yourself..."

"viktor." he spoke with a sly smile. he puts out a hand before meeting yours.

upon much flirting and spending more times together, you and viktor became close and he had asked you on a date to a musical venue on campus that played a range of your favorite type of music. viktor was astonished at how he had never took the time to listen to that type before but he did learn to love it.

his highest enjoyment came when he would watch your eyes glow the very similar glint they had when you both met the second time and he loved it. viktor did not pay much attention to the actual artists at all.

viktor is by no means inexperienced. he was in his third year of college when you met him and he was attentive to say the least, meaning he knew you were not completely a virgin. it never bothered him since he would never care about something a s superficial as body count.

upon finding out you were still technically a virgin, he had no problem letting the relation wait for more of a consistency before jumping into anything. moments got heated, but he was respectful and hide his burning desire, though your whine of desperation was killing him.

"i swear on everything i will take you my sweet, but not today. i will help you in other ways."

after a few more months of dating, it was your birthday. you were mostly excited to spend it with viktor since he said he planned the whole day for you. couple massages, dinner and desert at his house. nothing topped spending time with him for your birthday, except for the fact that he had got you a signed record of your favorite band.

you cried at his kind gesture knowing that getting it signed was the hardest thing he could have done for you. you jumped into his arms, straddling him before pulling back and kissing him harder than you had ever kissed anyone. he groaned from the impact and found his hands lost in your clothes.

"im ready vik, please make me yours." you would beg him with your mouth breathing heavy against his own.

he would simply smile, "you are already mine, as i am yours but, how could i ever say no to that?"

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