#msfw

[jolikmc]

Sally`s Funny Kiss (high Quality) by UnleashedTwilight at YouTube

[violet-tinted-world]

JFC... I need a cold shower after that. That's it. I got nothing else. Amazing. 10/10 Holy kriff.

Imagine this: ur sitting in Jesse's lap, facing away, stuffed full of his cock, legs spread out over his. Jesse's got a firm grip on your hips to keep you still while u suck Kix off. Meanwhile the feeling of Jesse's cock is too delicious to ignore so u start grinding down on him. Kix cums and decides to return the favor by licking ur clit while ur STILL sitting on Jesse. You feel the pleasure building and cum crying out Kix's name. Jesse grabs ur hips and says hes gonna make u say his name next

whew - had to jot some shit down bc this thot could not go unanswered

Jesse x f!reader / Kix x f!reader | masterlist

Explicit | 18+ only | smut. cockwarming. piv. oral - m & f receiving. basically everything that's in the ask + some twists

Jesse’s muscular thighs hold yours open - spreading you wide - lips split as they mold around his thick cock

“Stay right here, baby. Just like this,” he whispers in your ear - breath hot against the cartilage - chin notched where your shoulder curves into your neck

Your back sticks to his firm chest, the sheen of sweat gluing the two of you together

Hands secure on your hips, Jesse holds you in place - the press of calloused fingertips on your skin

You’re stuffed full, impaled between your legs and your jaw stretching to accommodate Kix’s cock as he thrusts back and forth, slowly, nudging the cavern of your throat with each forth - back and forth - back and forth

You can practically feel your arousal oozing from where your pussy stretches around Jesse - pooling on his groin - the patch of maintained curls

Kix’s hand rests just under your jaw, the supple skin bulging under his palm

You relax your tongue, allowing him to glide in smoothly with each cant of his hips all while Jesse keeps your lower half unmoving

“Osik - your mouth is perfect, darling,” Kix praises with a cunt-tingling groan, throwing his head back in bliss before meeting your eyes as they peer up at him. “Look so pretty spread open and propped up like this- ”

It isn’t difficult to tell when Kix is close, and as his thrusts gain more purpose and momentum, breaths deepening and the grip on your throat tightening, you feel his cock swell and explode while engulfed in the warmth of your mouth - the tang of his release trickling down your throat

Kix gasps and murmurs a breathy curse when you squeeze your lips together as he tries to withdraw his spent appendage - catching the head and suckling every last drop from him

Jesse chuckles, his own cock twitching in the depths of your cunt

“What a good girl,” says Kix, thumb swiping across your swollen bottom lip. “Our perfect girl,” Jesse adds, fondling your breasts

Kix leans forward to catch your lips in a tangy kiss - tongue briefly brushing against yours

Unable to ignore the stagnant heat itching to grow into a blazing fire, you rock experimentally on Jesse’s lap, earning a hum from him that could either be construed as displeasure at your impatience or approval at your impatience

You turn your head back to gaze at him - the dark colors of lust glowing dangerously in his eyes

“Please,” you whine - nails digging into his thighs - twisting the thick hairs between your fingers

You blink at him, hoping the look in your own eyes paired with the soft expression on your face is enough to convince him to fuck you already

“Jesse, ple- oh- ”

Whipping your head forward, Kix is now on his knees between your legs, mouth ghosting over your mound and tongue poking between his lips, gently prodding your clit with the silky, wet muscle

Kix smirks, bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he tests your reactions - repeating the quick licks to your aching clit

You feel yourself tighten around Jesse’s cock with each jostle to the bundle of nerves - thighs twitching

“Shit, vod,” Jesse rasps, “Do that again - she likes it”

You can’t take your eyes off Kix - his tongue - as he shapes it around your clit - lapping

The low rumble in Kix’s throat as he chuckles makes you whimper, grasping Jesse’s thighs as you resume the gyrations against him - chasing your pleasure

You practically buck against Kix’s skillful tongue, coaxing him to press it harder as the pressure starts to build in your abdomen - sparks shooting to your toes

Jesse’s breathing picks up as you work yourself on him, no doubt feeling the strong muscles of your inner walls constricting his length tighter and tighter as you climax

“Kix - ohhh, Kix! Fuck- ”

Thighs quivering as you futilely struggle to shut them around Jesse’s, you cry out, riding out the wave of bliss - head thrown back against his shoulder

Jesse mouths at your neck, the smooth edge of his teeth lightly scraping along the sensitive skin

Kix stands upright, wiping the gloss of spit from his lips - cock twitching to life at the apex of his thighs

Jesse sucks in a breath, kneading the flesh of your hips - nibbling your ear

“Mmm, baby - wanna hear you scream out my name next.. ”

You exhale with a soft laugh, feeling him throb inside the slippery channel of your cunt

Then a single, upright jolt of Jesse’s hips makes you gasp loudly - air knocked from your lungs

He continuously repeats the previous motions, picking up speed and force each time as you grasp the meat of his thighs for balance

The grunts and groans coming from behind you has your head spinning - the pressure once again bubbling in your core

Kix steps back - head shaking in amusement - cock in hand

“Hurry up,” he urges the ARC, eyes focused on where your pussy splits open around his vod. “I want a ride.”

some tags: @rowansparrow @thefact0rygirl @baba-fett @galacticgraffiti @damerondala @ashotofspotchka @fivesarctrooper @purgetroopercody @murdertoothpick @moonstrider9904 @twistedstitcher27 @literallydontlook @gotomarvelgal @dar-manda-rjct @pinkiemme @milfplo-koon @sageislostinspring @rain-on-kamino

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Ineffable Kinktober 2024, Kinktober, azicrow, 100x100, fucking and flying, making stars, poetic form, Wings Series: Part 15 of GO Ineffable Kinktober 2024, Part 56 of 100x100 Words for Fandoms Summary: They can fly and make love.

[jolikmc-thoughts]

And this is why I don't drink or do drugs. If being turned on can radically alter my perception and decision-making, I don't need to be drunk or drugged.

— Me, talking about a roleplay gone lewd (2024)

[cheeriecherrymain]

Hi!! Could I please get some Viktor hcs with a dom!reader pls <3 I want to ruin that man in the best way possible 🫶 😭

So I kind of did a soft/sweet!dom thing. Kind of. Or I tried to okay TvT I also kind of combined it with another request, since they're kind of in the same ballpark!

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Viktor x fem!Reader (18+)

Tags: soft!dom Reader | orgasm control/delay | edging | restraints (hands only) | squirting | making a whole mess of Viktor | subby Viktor | aftercare

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-It takes him a moment to come back to himself, breath coming in short gasps, heart fluttering wildly against his ribcage. He keeps his eyes shut, unable to cope with even the dim light that shines from the lamp in the corner of the room.

-And never once do you stop touching him. Your hands are warm on his skin, fingertips drawing soothing little patterns across his shoulders and chest, tenderly swiping away his tears when they roll down the sides of his face.

-You whisper to him, softly, gently. He doesn’t comprehend your words at first, his senses too blurred together to be able to pick out the specifics of what you’re saying. But after a minute or two, your voice begins to seep into him, smooth like honey and as comforting as he can possibly fathom.

- “You’re perfect,” you sigh, completely enamored with the breathless man beside you. He’s the love of your life, after all - the most beautiful person you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, in all mind, body, and spirit.

-He’d been having a rough month, with his work bearing down on him and forcing him to miss entire nights of sleeping next to you. Missing your touch, and the dinners you loved to make - your soft sighs as you snored beside him, the smell of your hair as he pressed a multitude of kisses to your crown.

-So you’d decided to spoil him.

-You’d managed to convince him to leave work early, and you had taken the day off in order to prepare for your lovely evening: his favourite meal, followed by some much needed pampering.

-Your thumbs lovingly digging into as many muscle knots as you could find: from his hands, to his shoulders, to his lower back and the ever-present ache in his leg.

-It hadn’t taken long at all, for him to relax enough to start trying to coax you into a kiss. Groaning as you worked a particularly tense spot on his body, turning his face towards you in an attempt to catch his mouth on some part of you.

-You hadn’t given in, of course. You wanted him to fully enjoy what you had in store for him, so you’d continued to touch him, and touch him, and touch him. Until your hands lessened their press, to instead focus on teasing him.

-Slinking closer and closer to where he wanted them, to where you knew he wanted them. You could see him, almost painfully hard beneath the confines of his undergarments, with the barest wet spot gathering where he was leaking into the soft fabric.

-He had barely opened his mouth to start begging, when you’d finally hooked your fingers into the waist of his underwear, gently nudging him to raise his hips enough for you to slide them off. And you wasted no time now, slicking your hand up and wrapping it around his cock, squeezing and gently pulling, watching with rapt attention as another bead of pearlescent fluid drooled out of him.

- “Beautiful,” you’d told him, stroking a little faster. “God, Viktor, you’re perfect. Gorgeous. I wish you could see yourself like this. I would keep you like this forever if I could - so pretty, blushing and needy. You can come whenever you want to, sweetheart.”

-He’d fully lost himself in the pleasure, the moment you’d promised him release. Began rolling his hips in time with your hand, shamelessly mewling as he neared the edge.

-And then…you’d just.

-Stopped.

-Removed your hand from him completely, and left his cock twitching and unattended on his tummy. He didn’t know what sort of game you were playing at, far too hazy to notice the somewhat devious little smirk you wore. Too concerned with the feeling of your lips on his, as you drew little patterns into his skin with the blunt of your nails.

-You repeated the process three more times after that.

-Bringing him desperately close to coming, growing needier and needier each time you abandoned his cock in lieu of pressing kisses to his face, mumbling sweet praises of admiration.

-He thought that after three, you would have mercy on him. He thought that when you slowly stripped yourself of your clothing and climbed on top of him, you’d have mercy.

-Him, watching with tear-filled eyes as you sunk down on him, your perfect pussy stretching wide to accommodate his girth. You must have been more affected by all of this than you let on, he realizes, with how easily he was able to slide into you. Meeting not a moment of resistance, until your thighs are flush against his hips, his cock nestled perfectly within you.

-And then you’d just sat there for a couple of minutes, stroking one hand across the smooth planes of his body, digging your nails in every now and again to keep him focused, to keep him guessing.

-His gaze never leaving your other hand, watching as you drew little circles over your slick clit. He could feel you clenching around him, feel the minute little tremors of your hips as you fought to stay still. Just keeping him inside of you, instead of using him like he wanted you to.

- “Please,” he’d nearly sobbed, rolling his pelvis ever so slightly, pressing fractionally deeper into you. That seemed to flip a switch within you, your hands closing around both of his wrists and drawing them up to the headboard.

- “You know better than that,” you sighed, feigning disappointment. “Your pleasure is mine, and you’ll take what I give. Understood, sweet boy?”

-He’s quiet for a couple of moments, breathing heavy. Quiet for too long, he realizes, too late. He only notices the soft click of binding around his wrists once you’ve already closed them, keeping his arms regretfully bound to the headboard.

-He stares up at you with wide eyes, almost looking like he’d been betrayed by your actions.

- “Oh, no need for such a sad face,” you coo, leaning down to draw him into a kiss that’s mostly tongue. “You’re going to get to come tonight - I promise. I just want to have a little fun first, okay honey?”

-He whines.

- “I need your colour, sweetheart,” you say again.

-He finally manages to stutter out a breathless “green”, and you’re able to finally, finally get started on the treat you’ve been planning for him.

-You’re relentless after that, fucking yourself down onto him with rough abandon, angling your hips in the perfect direction as to make it so painfully pleasurable for yourself. Always stopping just as he’s about to come, pulling off of him and filling your needy cunt with your own fingers.

-He watches you find your release, again and again. Feels you spasm around him twice, and gets to watch as his cock pops out of you for your third orgasm - he nearly comes untouched as you tremble above him, sweet little droplets squirting out of your ruined pussy, splattering hot across his stomach.

- “Please,” he begs, no longer above such a tactic, “Milý, please, let me taste you-”

-You can hardly deny him, knowing firsthand how perfect and skilled his tongue is. It’s a shame you won’t be able to have his fingers inside you, you think, but you suppose it’s worth it for the image of him laying wrecked beneath you.

-You find another orgasm from his mouth, his tongue dipping into your drenched hole, before rising up so he can close his mouth around your puffy clit. It tears a debauched cry from you, as you quiver above him and coat his chin in your release.

-And he’s all too content to give it to you. You, hovering above him while you catch your breath. Him, quaking beneath you while his breath comes in quick gasps, and tears well in his eyes.

- “Colour, my love?” you murmur, kissing his cheek. 

-He hesitates for a moment, his gaze hazy and far away even as he looks you in the eye. Ah. You think you understand.

- “You’re absolutely stunning,” you tell him quietly, stroking your thumb over the apple of his cheek. “And you’ve done so well tonight - you’ve made me feel so good. You always make me feel so good. You make me feel so loved, and cherished - like I’m your whole world.”

-He makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat, nodding gently along with your words.

- “Do you want to come now, honey?” you ask him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “Or is it too much?”

-His eyes widen a fraction at the suggestion of waiting any longer, and words begin tumbling out of him without much consideration. Asking you, begging you to not put him through anymore. Whining at how badly he wants to come, wants to fill you up. 

-You’re quick to soothe him, sliding back down his body. At the same time, you release the little latch on his restraints, and carefully discard them off to the side. “You can touch me now, baby,” you tell him, gripping his cock to line him up with your still-drenched hole.

-His hands find purchase on your hips almost immediately, squeezing your soft flesh as you sink down onto him. 

-The pace you keep is steady, though not hard or fast. Rolling your hips deliciously against him, rising and falling so you can take him as deep as you possibly can. 

-It doesn’t take long for him to reach the edge again, reaching up to pull you down to him, flush against his body. You hardly have to move now, as he plants his left heel into the mattress and thrusts roughly into you. The room, filled without the sounds of your breathless cries, and the wet smack of skin.

- “Viktor-” you gasp in warning, but he’s too far gone. Your orgasm crests over you as you sob into the quiet of the room, squeezing hard around him and soaking the sheets beneath you. You’re boneless against him, your mind blank and bubbly, but you can feel the slightest stutter in his pace.

-His arms tighten around you by a fraction, and his teeth dig into your shoulder, and he comes. With a guttural groan, he spills himself into you, stuffing you so full that it begins leaking from your spent hole almost immediately. Dribbling out of you and down his cock.

-The two of you stay like that for several minutes, catching your breath and basking in each other’s presence. You, whispering the sweetest things to him, uttering your love over and over and over again, stroking the pads of your fingers over his skin until he’s able to finally, finally open his eyes.

-More alert than he’d been previously, but still a little spaced out, if you were to guess. Watching you with pure adoration.

- “I’m going to go get a warm cloth, okay, sweetheart?” you tell him, prying yourself from his grasp. He fights it a little bit, but with a few more promises and reassurances of your return, he allows you to leave.

-And, just as you’ve told him you would, you return less than a minute later with the softest towel you could find, tenderly cleaning him up while he hums and sighs beneath your touch.

- “Feeling better?” you ask him, carding your fingers through his fluffy hair, pressing the occasional kiss to his temple. It takes him a couple more minutes to be able to reply, but when he fully comes back to himself, he grins at you with both amazement and mischief.

- “You always know what I need,” he croaks, rolling over to toss an arm around your waist. “Everything you do for me is perfect.”

[neurotypical-sonic]

people who go "I know that amy is twelve years old but she acts mature for her age so I think its okay to-" just know I'm looking at you like this

[redrum-alice]

So me and @creogips discussed about how Wren would react to catching CJ smoking (I shared to Creo that its a nasty habit of hers at a young age due to exposure from her foster family, unaware that she'll mimick them. They ultimately decided to quit any unhealthy habit in the house for her sake.)

Wren immediately swats the cigarette off her hand and tells her he doesnt like a seatmate who smells like nicotine during lab class. So he offered her a chewing gum.

Wren has a hatred to smoking and drinking bc of his late father, so he hates to see his crush a friend going through a same path

...the second pic is him making an excuse for them to talk one on one at the highest point in their city lmao

Art credit: 1st and 3rd pic - @creogips

2nd pic is by me

[rp-partnerfinder]

💌💌“Gilmore Girls” RP partner search!💌💌

I have officially fallen back into my Gilmore Girls obsession(if I can ever really say I left lol). I have an insane amount of muse and so I am here to beg and plead for plots!!

I really, REALLY want to write as Rory… I’ll write her against just about anyone. I’m open to all types of ideas and dynamics! Found family, romantic ships, platonic ships… anything! This would include writing against these characters(but not limited to them)— Logan, Dean, Paris, and Lorelai.

18+ please! I’m 22. (All characters aged up 18+) NSFW is okay but definitely not a requirement, lol! I’m capable of semi-lit to novella writing, I am available to write most days and I do prefer writing on Discord!

Like this post and I’ll DM you to work out a plot together! I look forward to writing with you.

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[ape-of-no-state]

NOW EVERYOME I FOLLOW HAS REBLOGGED FAT.WOMEM INTO MY TIMEOLINE AJDJDHSHSHHWHDHX

[soupghosts]

picture this two hot girls kissing in public-it’s nice outside, and there is a snow cone machine not too far away-they still won’t stop kissing

[tinykonig]

oh fuck whoever reported the könig fic now its not going to show up in searches u mother fucker

[jamsofdeath0]

What the fuck is up with straight men and their weird ass fixation on abo? Like luvs keep your kinks to yourself.

[melemeleguardian]

Ω   Best time ever ♤   Worst time ever

Headcanons: Sex Life Edition masterpost

Ω   Best time ever

While in a multiverse situation, his best time ever is going to be with someone he loves. But in general, it would be with Bulu. He is a fertility god after all.

♤   Worst time ever

That time someone convinced him to try twinks. They were too whiny for his taste. Also, not sturdy enough.

[sinknightsworn]

Ron simply took the time to undo her bra, and then set it aside. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna rip any of your clothes. You know I think you look really sexy, and enjoy seeing you in the sight,”

"Willow, that a new pair of underwear and bra you wearing today? Did you want to try for a certain look?" Ron looked at Willow, and kissed her neck to tease her.

“N-Not really. I just thought it looked nice.” Willow stutters, blushing and shivering slightly as Ron kisses her neck.

[yanderestarangel]

So I saw a MSFW picture of Miguel and I had an idea.

Stepfather Miguel x FTM reader. The plot is that stepfather Miguel has been possessive and obsessed with his ftm stepson and the stepson actually enjoyed the older man’s attention.

The main smexy part is that Miguel asks his stepson to give him a pink desert. The reader thought Miguel meant a cake until Miguel pushes him on the kitchen counter and starts eating out his pussy (the pink desert was the readers cunt.)

- 🍒 anon. (You don’t have to do this request if it makes you uncomfortable! Love your works.)

TW: SMUT, EAT OUT, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT, HANDJOB, STEPFATHER X STEPSON.

I think it's cute when anons use emojis to identify themselves (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

art credit @/marmar0u on twitter (X)

Miguel was a man of forty-three years old, with a poorly groomed beard and some white hair in his locks ─ despite his tall stature he already had a "dad body" physique with a protruding tummy and some rough muscles in his arms and thighs... And now he had entered your family. You didn't like the idea of ​​having a stepfather at first, but what was supposed to be a bad relationship became like a balm for your stressful days.

It was common for the older man to spoil you with expensive gifts like perfumes, clothes and everything you asked for or wanted; your desires were his desires too. Honestly, it seemed like he was more attached to you than his own wife. Miguel protected you from everyone who tried to go against you and you could always count on his soft lap and good hugs at the end of the day. Your stepfather loved having you in his arms, close to him... In his control.

It was obvious to outsiders that Miguel was a man obsessed with you, possessive and jealous. No man or woman could come close to his beloved stepson ─ he used manipulation, threats and even money to keep you all to himself, especially being the only father figure you had in your life. Bringing you close to him with praise for every little thing you did wasn't difficult, especially when you cooked for him.

In the distorted head of your dear stepfather, every dish made for him was a preparation for you to be his little husband one day, perhaps when he would have enough courage to ask for a divorce from your mother; but until then he liked to have control of his body and mind.

── That was supposed to be an ordinary night, the warm afternoon gloom still hung in the air as you walked around the house to prepare dinner since your mother had gone out to visit some of your relatives. You obviously preferred to stay in the company of your stepfather Miguel, who was drinking some beer in the living room armchair and watching every move you made around the kitchen.

He had controlled himself a lot in the last few days and gave you more personal space than he should have, making you even meet new people. Jealousy consumed every fiber of the tanned man's being, leading him to have a simple idea to put you in your place.

"You know boy, I wanted you to make a pink dessert would you give me?" His voice came out hoarse as you watched the older man stand up to his full height, as you saw him smirk mischievously, his adam's apple bobbed visibly, desire pooling in his voice.

You initially agreed innocently, already getting ready to get the ingredients and make a strawberry cake, but soon you felt thick calloused hands on your wrists as he bent you under the cold marble counter and pulled down your shorts along with your underwear ── exposing the pink flesh of your pussy, while you felt his breath mixed with expensive drink. Miguel savored the sight of your exposed little cunt, his hunger growing with each passing second. He lowered his head further, capturing your clitoris between his lips and flicking it gently with his tongue.

"Oh, you taste delicious mi hijo," he moaned against your flesh, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive bud. His hands gripped your thighs harder, spreading you wide open for his pleasure. He paused momentarily, admiring the pink folds of your sex before delving back in, eager to explore every inch of you. His tongue darted inside, teasing and probing, causing your hips to buck deliciously.

"I could eat you out all night, boy... Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted, baby boy?" His fingers dug gently into your thighs, seeking permission with his gaze. As you nodded regardless of whether it is right or wrong he dove back in, licking and sucking your clit with renewed vigor, savoring the taste of you. His tongue danced around, teasing your folds and driving you further into pleasure.

He growled low in his throat, responding to the dominance behind your request. His fingers bit into your flesh harder, claiming ownership as he devoured your pussy. Each thrust of his tongue was a claim, each suckle a promise. An intense heat surged between us, fueling the connection and burning brighter with every pass.

He thrust blindly, driven by a newfound ferocity. The sweetest sound escaped your mouth-your pleas for 'papi'-and he used it to feed his hunger. His free hand reached for his erection, stroking it through his boxers ─ "So you enjoy being ravaged by your papi, mi pequeño?" Miguel purred, his grip on his cock tightening as he watched your reaction.

Each stroke matched the rhythm of his tongue, mirroring the passion between you both.

Every time he swirled it around your clit, his shaft leapt in his hand, pulsating in sync. His tongue lashed at your most sensitive spots, eliciting fresh moans from deep within you.

The combination of stimulation left you gasping under his careful touch; Miguel was determined to send you high... A desperate need to please, to dominate, consumed him entirely. His beard scraped against your skin with each frantic movement, adding another layer to the sensations engulfing you.

His tongue lashed at your clit, twirling it one last time to push you over the edge. His hand pumped furiously, matching the intensity of your release. Watching you climax drove him wild, a surge of pure hunger coursing through him. He pulled away reluctantly, leaving your pussy wet and quivering from the attention. With a final, satisfied stroke, he came undone, splattering onto his stomach. A growl resonated in the air as he relished the view of your satisfaction.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his gaze locked on your flushed face. Victory and possession painted across his features, a silent declaration of his newfound control. Your stepfather leaned down to kiss your dripping slit, a quiet congratulations for reaching a peak only he could provide.

"Next time, it'll be my turn mi hijo... Thanks for the dessert."

[cheeriecherrymain]

hii! since requests are open and all, do you have any thoughts about jayce walking in on viktor and the reader doing the deed?? i JUST cant stop thinking about it, would viktor be possessive, trying to cover you up with his own body or just straight up embarrassed. NOT TO MENTION jayce would be so fucking awkward about it and do something completely dumb like give a thumbs up after covering his eyes and apologizing jddbbdbdnskdbd

I accidentally made this way too horny

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Viktor x fem!Reader (MSFW)(18+)

Tags: Viktor being a bit of a bully | Viktor calling you a slut (affectionate) | messy sex | p in v| v fingering | getting walked in on and Viktor does not give a shit

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-It’s not often that the two of you find yourselves busy enough for a long enough time that you end up getting handsy in the lab. Viktor, for one, is far more content to lay you out in the privacy of your own home and have his way with you, ravishing you until you’re breathlessly begging for him to stop. Or give you more.

-But that night is a…special occasion, of sorts. It’s the busiest month of the year, for starters - finishing off all kinds of projects in preparation for presentation, hoping to gain at least a couple of sponsors to keep HexTech going for the next year.

-You’re no stranger to the stress your boyfriend is under, having kept him company through the years while you gently tried to care for him and Jayce. You’d only been friends back then, though.

-This year, you’re officially dating.

-Which means you wanted to do something extra special for him, to help him relax.

-And that just happened to be in the form of soft, sexy lingerie, hidden beneath one of your shortest, tightest skirts, and a loose, unbuttoned blouse. It was an outfit you’d caught Viktor ogling you in many times, even before you made it official. His gaze would often wander down your neck, trailing over every inch of exposed skin, down to where the edge of your bra just barely peeked out.

-It had been quite late when you’d shown up to the lab, late enough that even Jayce had thrown in the towel for the night and gone home to rest. Which was perfect for the plan you had in mind.

-Viktor had been distracted when you’d walked in, and you’d gotten all the way over to his desk before he finally took notice of your outfit.

- “You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned, collapsing back in his chair, running a hand down his face while he unabashedly took you apart with his eyes. “What are you hoping to get from me, miláček? Are you trying to bribe me into going home with you?”

-He reaches for you, then, his hands finding purchase on the soft of your hips, pulling you closer and closer until you’re nearly in his lap.

- “You know I can’t resist you when you dress in such slutty clothes,” he sighs, acting as though he’s entirely put-upon by your presence, and not stupidly turned on. As if you can’t see the obvious strain in his trousers.

-He pushes you back against his desk, rucking your skirt up in the process. The moment he sees what kind of undergarments you’ve got hiding, he nearly growls, sending a little thrill of excitement to your core.

-He pretty much bullies you out of your clothing, then, popping buttons viciously and shoving fabric aside, leaving most of them discarded carelessly on the floor. He teases you in a manner you might honestly consider a little bit mean, had you not been entirely prepared and hoping for this kind of reaction.

-He leaves bite marks wherever he can, little indents that you know will be tender in a couple of hours when he’s had his way with you. Teasing you with the soft lave of his tongue, only to make you squeak when the sharp of his teeth press into you.

-He slides his thumb over the obvious wet spot on your panties, briefly catching on your puffy clit. And when you jump slightly, whining at the sudden spark of pleasure, he decides, once again, to be a little bit cruel. Pressing down to rub hard, fast circles against you, making you gasp out and tremble beneath the sudden onslaught.

-So harsh it nearly spurs you into overstimulation, as more slick, sticky fluid drools out of you.

- “Look at you,” he mutters, finally slowing his ministrations to allow you to catch your breath. His hands find your hips again, quickly spinning you around to face away from him, sandwiching you between his body and the desk.

-You know what he wants.

-But…you want to hear him say it.

- “Hands on the desk,” he hisses, pushing gently down between your shoulder blades, until you’re sufficiently bent over. “And don’t move until I tell you to. Don’t come, either, or you’ll be leaving here unsatisfied.”

-You can’t help the whine that escapes your lips, arching your back and spreading your legs just a little wider.

-His demeanor changes, then, going from demanding to something sweeter. At least on the surface.

-He finds a seat back in his chair, and wastes no time yanking your ruined panties down your legs, not quite caring enough to fully discard them. He strokes a thumb through your slippery folds, dipping both the left and right into your drenched hole, pulling them apart to spread you open as wide as he can.

-You know he can see you clenching around nothing, leaking and dripping and trembling beneath his touch.

- “Look at you,” he sighs dreamily. “You’re so desperate to be filled up. I bet you’ve been planning this all day, haven’t you? Come up with your little scheme to come and visit me looking all pretty, hoping I’ll give in and fuck your slutty little cunt.”

-He pulls his thumbs out of you before you can reply, and brings his palm down on the meat of your ass, earning him a soft cry. He’s quick to soothe the area, kneading your warm flesh, before repeating the process again.

-It’s a punishment, you know, for disturbing him, for being irresistible and insatiable. It’s because he’s frustrated with work, and needs to take it out on someone. You knew full well what you’d be getting into this evening, and despite the fact that you’re about to start begging him to let you come, you’re happy.

-He loves you so well, and it’s a treat getting to witness him lose a little bit of his usual control.

-Your ass is glowing hot by the end of it, so much that you’re positive you’re going to be sitting funny for a couple of days. He’s four fingers deep in your slick pussy, spreading you impossibly wide yet still not giving you exactly what you want. He knows what you want, and no matter how much you whine and plead, he’ll only give it to you when it suits him.

- “Please, Viktor-” Another harsh slap to your ass. “Sir, please! Please fuck me - I want to come, I want to come on your cock. I’ve been good today, I-”

-He curls his fingers just so within you, and you can’t help the involuntary squeal that erupts from your throat. Your legs have long since given out, leaving you weak and pliable on the desk, not even able to close them in protest.

- “Sir please,” you beg, on the verge of sobbing. “I want- I only want to come with you inside me- please-”

-And like the bastard he is, he only crooks his fingers again, and again, and again. Filling the lab with the obscene sounds of him bullying your soaked cunt, hellbent on making you come despite that fact that he’d distinctly told you not to. He doesn’t care about the mess gathering on the floor between your legs, he doesn’t care that anyone out in the hallway would undoubtedly be able to hear your desperate noises.

- “But, I am inside you, no?” he quips watching in amusement as your whole body tremors under his ministrations. “Or are my fingers not enough for you? Are you that much of a whore that you can only come on my cock?”

-You dig your nails into the polished wood of the desk, so harshly that you leave little divots in the material. Tears budding in the corners of your eyes, threatening to tumble down your cheeks.

- “Please,” you sob, breathless, “Viktor please fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I need you to fill me up and use me, I need to make you feel good-”

-The air is tense between the two of you, as he rises to his feet and starts fumbling with the button on his trousers. You wonder for a second if you’ve made him mad with all your incessant begging, if he’s going to reprimand you for demanding so much of him.

-But then, his lips meet the small of your back, leaving a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine, all the way to your neck, where he presses an entire slew against your shoulders and cheek.

- “You do make me feel good, drahý,” he promises you tenderly, finally shoving his slacks down just enough to free himself from their confines. “You make me feel divine, with your love, and your support, and your unyielding kindness.”

-He slides the blunt head of his cock through your folds a couple times. “And, of course,” he tacks on, “You let me fuck you however I please. Whatever hole I want, whenever I want, you’re always ready to please.”

-You cry out, when he finally starts pushing into you, spreading you even wider than his fingers had. Slowly, slowly, easing his way deeper and deeper.

- He swears a little bit in his native tongue, words you don’t quite remember the meaning of, but that you’ve definitely heard before. Muttered while he works, hissed behind the back of snotty sponsors, whispered into the curve of your neck whenever he makes love to you.

- “You’re a treat,” he groans, finally bottoming out inside you. “So beautiful, perfect, hot and wet around me. Incredible.” He keeps you like that for a couple of seconds, simply savouring the way you feel, the way you squirm and clench and drip for him.

-But it’s not long before he starts moving. Tentative, shallow thrusts, easing you into it as to not overwhelm you just yet. His hands find your hips again, keeping you steady while he rolls against you. Gently, sweetly.

-Until some little noise you make flips the switch inside him again. He decides you’re sufficiently prepared, and his thrusts get harder. Faster, more precise. Stretching you impossibly deep, almost punching the air out of your lungs each time his hips meet the curve of your ass.

-It doesn’t take long until you’re strung out on the edge, so close to orgasm yet not daring to let yourself tumble over. Not without his permission, and not before he finds his own release.

- “Viktor,” you cry, limp on the desk while he takes his pleasure from you, using your pussy like some delicious little fuck toy. “I want you to fill me up,” you beg, “please, I want you to come inside. Come for me, I want to feel you-”

-His fingernails dig into the meat of your hips, leaving little crescents in your skin. You know he’s close, if his silence is anything to go by. Too far gone to form a coherent thought, too focused on chasing his pleasure to speak, only able to reply with a clenched jaw and a growl.

-And then, he stops.

-And too late, you realize why.

-You glance over at the sound of a door squeaking, only to lock eyes with none other than Jayce, one of your dearest friends and the work partner of your boyfriend, and oh god he just walk in on you guys-

- “I am so sorry!” he nearly shouts, staring for half a second too long before he finally realizes he should cover his eyes. “I- I just came back for- I left my notebook- I’m sorry!”

-He’s out of the room just as quickly as he’d entered, shutting the door loudly as he goes, retreating briskly back down the hallway from whence he came. You can’t help but stare at the spot where he’d just been, mortification slowly seeping into your very core.

-God, how were you ever going to look him in the eye again? 

-How were you going to be able to keep any kind of professional relationship??

-And oh god, what about Viktor??? He’d just been caught balls-deep inside of you.

- “Of all the times for the mood to die,” you groan, letting your cheek rest on the cool surface of the desk. You fully expect your boyfriend to agree, to tentatively pull out of you, and for the two of you to get cleaned up and try again another day.

-And he does pull out. Briefly.

-Before shocking a gasp past your lips as he thrusts back in. Gripping your hips even harder than before, yanking your body back towards him each time his hips come forward. You’re embarrassed - you’re confused - you’re about to come.

- “Viktor,” you warn, only for him to lean forward, just enough for him to start rubbing small, fast circles over your clit with the pad of his finger. 

- “Come for me, milý,” he says, begs, “Make a mess for me, let me feel you come.”

-And how can you refuse?