Sorry - L.mh

sorry - l.mh

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub minho, dom reader, brat-taming, edging, handjob, oral (reader receiving), use of a fleshlight, degradation, name-calling, slight humiliation, female reader, minho is annoying

word count: 4.9k

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ALTURISTIC

Hello, I do not anticipate this getting a lot - if any at all - attention and that is fine. It is more of a self-indulgent piece, but if it happens to attain the attention of others then that is a welcomed plus <3

Warnings - femdom!reader, sub!Hyunjin, AFAB reader, non idol! au, mommy kink, nipple play (m! Receiving), handjob, use of petnames (pretty boy, slut, baby) oral (m! Receiving), rimming, riding ♡

Summary - After a frustrating day at work your pretty boy helps you relieve tension <3

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Contrary to popular belief, working a part-time, just above minimum wage job was not dreadful. At least ninety percent of the time. The other ten percent consisted of rude and impatient customers. Thankfully for you, you had sweet co-workers and understanding managers. So, after encountering a rude Karen that demanded something completely out of your jurisdiction, they did not hesitate to let you go home forty-five minutes early. The drive home consisted of you trying not to cry out of frustration while having a death grip on the steering wheel, and fantasizing about all the ways you wanted to relieve that frustration. The one at the top of your list turned to stare at you in both excitement and confusion as you struggled to open the door to the apartment. Hyunjin laid sprawled out on the couch rewacthing season one of Rick and Morty, his phone balancing on the edge of the coffee table.

"Y/N! Is it four already?" Hyunjin paused the episode - Close Rick-Counters of the Rick Kind - snatching his phone from the table. He tapped his phone to check the time. Upon realizing that you're home fifteen minutes early, a confused frown blesses his beautiful features.

You let out a heavy sigh and slip in under his long legs, placing your hands atop his thighs.

"Are you okay?" Concern now replaces confusion as he attempts to sit up. You gently push him back down and lay your body against him. Taking in his sweet, yet mildly salty, scent calms you down enough to talk.

"They let me go early," your voice was slightly muffled as your face was half pressed into the cotton of Hyunjin's shirt. The drained tone in which you spoke was enough to let Hyunjin know that something happened that you would rather not extend energy discussing or thinking about right now. Instead, he knowingly rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head.

"Well, do you want to continue watching this with me?" He made a subtle gesture towards the paused t.v screen with his head. You shook your head no and buried your face into the crook of his neck. Hyunjin lay silent as he let you take him in.

"How about I help you feel better?" His voice dropped lower as he began moving his hands further down your back. He rested his hands just above the curve of your ass and waited for a sign of approval from you. You raise your head and gave him a grateful smile, however, it was in contrast to the darkness in your eyes. You sat up on top of Hyunjins lower half, ass pressed flush against him.

"My pretty boy wants to help me unwind huh? " Your tone was almost mocking, you knew the answer - it was clear as day due to the growing hardness pressed underneath you.

Hyunjin let out a shaky sigh as his large hands moved instead to occupy the softness of your thighs. He looked at you with anticipation, which only caused you to smirk.

"I-I'll do whatever you want," he weakly let out as your hands began to roam up his stomach and across the exspanse of his chest, lightly brushing over his nipples.

"Really, baby? Aren't you just so sweet," you leaned down towards his lips, until you could feel the uneven breaths he was letting out. His breath hitched as you applied more pressure down on him and let yourself grind against him. He desperately leaned up to catch your lips in a kiss. Initially, it was sweet, gentle and just what you needed after the stress today brought. But then your frustration resurfaced and you caught his wrist, pinning them above his head. You kissed him with more vigor, simultaneously grinding down in him. Hyunjin moaned and arched his back, his wrist tugging under your hold.

You abruptly stood up, elicting a disappointed whine from Hyunjin. Outstretching your hand, however, shut him up quickly as he took it and allowed you to lead him into the bedroom.

Upon entering you pushed him down onto the bed and mounted him without missing a beat. First you removed your shirt, throwing it with abandon onto the floor. Hyunjin moaned lightly at the sight of your soft breast clad in a simple black lace bra.

You warm hands ventured under the white cotton that so rudely deprived you of Hyunjin's milky skin and hardened nipples. Once the cool air of the room came into contact with his sensitive nipples, Hyunjin arched his back towards you in a silent plea.

"Use me, h-however you want"

You grinned appreciatively at Hyunjin before leaning down to attach your lips to his left nipple. Gently licking, your tongue swirled around the nub before fully engulfing it and applying light pressure with your teeth to tease him. It worked wonders as Hyunjin keened and let out a breathy moan. He allowed you to tease him, alternating between the two sensitive nubs. Something about feeling his body shiver and tremble under your hands and mouth brought a great sense of calm and warmth, just what you were craving after the long day you've had.

As Hyunjin's moans increase in volume and quantity, you begin to descend down his torso. Open-mouthed kisses are left down his taut stomach, his muscles tensing under each touch. You continue to kiss down his navel until you reach the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Your eyes flick up to observe his current state - which is already a pleasureable sight. His eyes are lidded and glossed over, his cheeks a dusty pink and his lips are parted to release strained breaths.

"Such a good, pretty boy. Letting mommy use him to relieve stress," Hyunjin rolled his hips up subtly at the title in which you addressed youself.

"A-anything for you, mommy," you smiled approvingly and pulled down his sweatpants, Hyunjin raising his hips up to let you pull them off all the way with ease.

His underwear followed suit and soon his hard cock lay flush against his trembling stomach. The pink tip leaked beads of precum from the teasing kisses and touches, he was always such a sensitive boy.

Hyunjin lets out a high pitched moan when he feels your forefinger run over his tip. You grab his cock at the base and use his copious amount of precum to slowly stroke up - to the underside of his tip - and back down again. You repeat this motion a few more times as Hyunjin lets out moans, each one higher than the last. You speed up and add more pressure, ensuring to twist your hand as you near his tip.

"F-fuck mommy, that f-feels so g-good," his voice is unstable and you watch his muscles tense and untense in his stomach.

You lean your head down and press a kiss too sweet and gentle to fit in this moment. The noise Hyunjin makes is satisfactory as the moan is drawn out and breathy.

Your tongue swirls around his tip and you begin to slide down his cock, inch by inch. Once you've reached the base of his cock you stay there for a few seconds before ascending back up, pressing your tongue against him. Hyunjin's hands scramble to grip the sheets with such strength you're almost worried they'll rip.

"Nnghh, so g-gooood," his hips stutter as his head falls back.

You bob your head faster, more aggressive and drink in the onslaught of lewd moans Hyunjin lets out. As your left hand moves over the portion of his cock you cannot reach, your right one cups his balls - gently rolling them around in the softness of your hand. Hyunjin's narrow hips raise off the bed as his eyes roll back. His lips parted to let out a pleasurable scream, drool lolling out and down his cheek. He's a mess, really.

You take a second to pop your lips off of his cock, your hands continuing their ministrations.

"What a dirty boy you are Jinnie, slobbering all over yourself. Such a little slut for me, aren't you?" The cocky tone paired with the filthy words only makes Hyunjin's cock twitch and leak more precum. He loves being your dirty boy, your slut.

"Y-yes I'm your s-slut," he can barely keep his eyes open as your right hand comes up - you rub your palm in circles around his tip. The loud moan Hyunjin lets out is borderline pornographic.

You rub your palm in faster circles, Hyunjin's hips thrust up in sync with your movements.

"Mommy! F-fuuuck," his cock twitches in your hold, you know he's close.

Suddenly you stop, your absence causes Hyunjin to let out a choked whine.

"M-mommy, I was close," his eyes shine with the promise of tears as he looks down at you in desperation.

"Quiet, baby," you begin to lay flat on your stomach in between his parted legs. You slide your arms under his thighs.

"I'm not done with you yet, my pretty boy," Hyunjin blushes at the petname and even more so as he realises where this is leading.

You lick a thick stripe over his hole and are rewarded with a wrecked moan from Hyunjin. Your tongue circles his puckered hole, not quite dipping in like Hyunjin so desperately craves. Your hands pull his legs further apart to gain more access to his sensitive hole.

Then, you dive in - rapidly licking his hole, circling it and then letting your tongue slid in. Your hold on Hyunjin's legs tighten as he begins thrashing about uncontrollably.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Hyunjin is breathing hard as he feels the coil tightening in his stomach. You tongue-fuck his tight hole whilst simultaneously stroking his cock with your right hand.

"Nngh - fuck mommy, I-I'm gonna c-cum - fuuck," tears spill over the brims of his eyes as he's overwhelmed with pleasure. His shaking legs tighten around your head as you quicken your ministrations.

"C-can I please cum?" His eyes are wild and desperate, like he will scream if you deny him his release. Fortunately, you're just as desperate to watch him unravel - to watch as his beautiful face twist in pleasure.

"Cum for mommy, pretty boy," you hum against his hole. The vibrations ring through him and bring him another wave of pleasure. That combined with your tongue repeatedly plunging in and out, and your quick strokes on his cock has Hyunjin's toes curling as he screams out your name. His eyes squeeze shut, tears racing down his cheeks. His whole body convulses like a man possesed as you help him through his intense orgasm. Thick ropes of his cum paint his quivering stomach.

Once he has stopped shaking you sit up and slide off the end of the bed. You take your pants off and throw them to join the other discarded items of clothing on the floor. Hyunjin watches you in a dazz as you search the bedside table for a condom.

He whimpers when he sees you open it.

"Can you handle it baby?"

He gives a weak nod of confirmation and you give him a quick, but loving, kiss before leaning back to roll the condom over his semi-hard cock.

"Such a good boy, taking mommy's pussy after cumming so much," you coo as you slide your wet slit over his tip. Hyunjin looks like he's going to cry at the feeling. The sensation both pleasureable and painful.

"I'm going to put it in now, baby," you pull yourself up, lining up with Hyunjin's cock before slowly sinking down. With each inch you feel yourself stretch, a satisfied sigh escapes your parted lips. You feel Hyunjin's cock twitch as you bottom out on him. Slowly, you rise up and sink back down.

"A-aahh," Hyunjin lets out weak, breathy moans at the feeling of your tightness engulfing him. The overwhleming pleasure makes him delirious as his hands squeeze your hips.

Lost in your own pleasure, you roll your hips forward, feeling his cock perfectly rubbing against your sensitive walls.

"Fuck Jinnie, such a perfect cock -mmph - you make mommy feel so good," the praise has Hyunjin rolling his own hips up, intensifying the pleasure you're already feeling.

You build a steady rythm, bouncing up and down on his cock. Your nails run down his chest, stopping to flick his nipples. To which Hyunjin throws his head back into the pillows and lets out a throaty moan.

Your hand runs back up over his nipple to rest briefly on his exposed throat. Hyunjin's eyes shoot open and he looks at you with a desperate plea in his eyes. You apply pressure to the sides of his throat and Hyunjin feels like he's going to cum again. His hips roll up against yours - meeting your movements half way. Feeling your own orgasm approaching, you remove your hand from around Hyunjin's throat and dip your fingers into his mouth. Hyunjin immediately swirls his tongue around your fingers, doe eyes brimming with tears.

Then, you take the saliva coated fingers and reach down to rub fast and needy circles around your clit. The action just adding to the immense pleasure you're experiencing right now. Hyunjin moans loudly at the sight and his hands grip your hips tighter as he feels his second orgasm approaching

"I-I'm, nnghhh, gonna c-cum again - aaahh," Hyunjin reaches his right hand forward to replace your own and begins rubbing tight circles on your sensitive clit. Your own moans rise in volume as you begin to drown in pleasure.

"F-fuck Jinnie - mmmpphh - I'm c-cumming," with that, Hyunjin plants his feet flat on the bed and pounds up into you, while quickly rubbing your clit. The pleasure is blinding as you scream out his name - mixed in with some breathy moans. Hyunjin continues pounding into you throughout your orgasm, the tightening of your walls triggers his second orgasm of the night. His whole body convulses under you, his mouth parted in a silent scream. His eyes roll back as does his head, his forehead slick with sweat.

You fall forward ontop of Hyunjin as you both gasp for air. Your lips engage in a fiery, passionate kiss.

"I love you," he whispers hoarsely.

"And I love you," you whisper back, smiling down at your lover.

Such a sweet boy he is, helping you de-stress. Hyunjin always was an alturistic person.

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Well, that concludes the horny thoughts that continuosly cloud my brain. It's one am and this is what I'm doing :') Anyway, enjoy - whether that be myself just re-reading this when Hyunjin inevitably haunts my mind again, or if someone made it this far :)))

ANYTHING FOR YOU

Hello! I am back with another Hyunjin fic. I wrote this as a distraction from the crippling grip of life.

Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, gender neautral! Reader, mirror action, handjob, overstimulation, petnames, light ball slapping

Word count - 1.4k

Summary - You have fun with your pretty boy infront of a mirror so he can appreciate his beauty.

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"I said eyes open and forward, baby boy," your hand reaches up to turn Hyunjin's face towards the mirror placed at the end of the bed. Reluctantly, Hyunjin opens his eyes and the face he sees staring back is unrecognisable. He shakes his head at the flushed face, teary eyed, shaking man in the mirror and whines when you hold his face still, preventing him from looking away. 

"I can't. It's embarrassing," Hyunjin's arm comes up to cover his eyes, shielding himself from the pathetic sight in front of him.

"It's not embarrassing, baby. You're beautiful, teary eyes and all." Your tone is teasing, a small chuckle catching at the end when you hear the little groan that Hyunjin lets out. 

"Now, be a good boy and look at yourself," the teasing tone is replaced by an authoritative one that indicates you're being serious now. Hyunjin whines but drops his arm nevertheless. 

"Good boy," you press a small kiss to the side of his head, hands snaking around his body to lightly run over his nipples. Hyunjin's back arches against your chest and he lets out a breathy moan.

Your hands continue to toy with his sensitive nipples as you smile cruelly at the way he squirms. Hyunjin's eyes roll back as you lick his neck, teeth softly biting into his milky skin. 

"A-ah, more, please m-more," his whines cause your lips to curl up into a devilish smile before you repeat the action, digging your teeth in harder. A dark patch materialises on the front of Hyunjin's underwear from his precum. One of your hands glides down his torso and plays with the waistband of his underwear. The anticipation is killing Hyunjin, but he doesn't complain as he knows bad boys won't get what they want. Finally, your hand slides under his underwear and the warmth makes Hyunjin's legs rise up. As soon as your hand rubs over Hyunjin's needy cock, he lets out a loud moan, back arching beautifully.

"Awe, such a dirty slut, moaning like a bitch," you snarl against his shoulder. The words only fuel the aching, burning fire in Hyunjin's stomach. Your hand grabs hold of Hyunjin's cock and pulls it out with ease. The chill air of the room causes a shiver to run through Hyunjin. 

"Eyes forward, baby," you remind Hyunjin of your rule for tonight. As soon as he sees himself: panting, shivering and a hard,red cock leaking -too much- sticky precum against his stomach, he blushes and wants so desperately to close his eyes because no way can he accept the fact that the wrecked man staring at him was himself. No way, he can't accept that he is such a needy, dirty slut that cries at such little friction. 

"Pretty, right?" You're amused at the look on Hyunjin's face; denial. 

"Now you can finally appreciate just how delicious you look like this, all fucked out and needy," your words are accompanied by the slow strokes of your hand. The action is enough to tease Hyunjin, to make his legs shake and his hips jutter up into your slow ministrations. But it's not nearly enough to extinguish the burning flames building in his stomach. Despite wanting to be a patient and good boy, he just has to have more.

"P-please, please give me more," his voice is high and whiny, demonstrating just how much he needs your touch. 

"Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you've been good enough to get what you want? Hmm?" Your hand doesn't stop slowly stroking Hyunjin up and down, twisting around his tip. 

The pleasurable sensations running through his entire body makes it near impossible for Hyunjin to cultivate a coherent thought, let alone sentence. 

"Words, baby," your breath is hot against his neck, Hyunjin makes eye contact with you through the slightly illuminated reflection in front of him. The absolutely feral look in your eyes causes him to whine, hips stuttering.

"Y-yes, please, I've been a g-good boy. I've been y-your good boy."

You breathe out a satisfied laugh at his words.

"That's right. You have been my good boy," you place a soft kiss on his shoulder before stroking his cock at such a brutal pace, it has Hyunjin's hips bucking up off of the bed.

"Aaahh, yesyesyes," Hyunjin's head lolls back against your shoulder as his eyes roll back, mouth open to let out moan after moan. Both hands come around to play with him, one hand stroking his cock, the other flicking his nipple. Hyunjin squirms under your ministrations, unsure if he wants to lean into the feeling you're providing or away. Your lips leave hot kisses along his neck and shoulder, teeth biting into the soft skin there. Hyunjin groans loudly at the pleasure-pain coursing through him. 

"Look at how fucking beautiful you are, Jinnie."

Hyunjin fights to keep his eyes open as he stares at himself in the mirror. He moans when he sees the way your hand is stroking him. 

"So pretty, and it's all for me," you smile at him through the mirror.

"Y-yes - nngh - all for you. I'm a-all yours," Hyunjin locks eyes with you. Your hungry ones staring at his desperate ones. The hand flicking over his sensitive nipple goes to join the other stroking his cock. One hand strokes up and down while the other rubs circles around his leaking tip. 

"A-aah, fuck, yes," tears fall from Hyunjin's eyes from the intense pleasure. Your hand slides down his cock and gently slaps his balls. Hyunjin practically screams at the sensation.

"A-again, please," he whines out, eyes pleading with yours through the mirror.

Your hand smacks his balls harder than the last while your other hand rubs around his tip.

"Fuck fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, nngh," Hyunjin's hand flies down to hold onto your forearm as you continue your ministrations. 

"Cum for me, pretty," you whisper against his ear, ensuring to watch him fall apart through the mirror.

Hyunjin is a sight to behold when he cums. Thighs shaking, face flushed, eyes tear stained and his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

A loud moan is ripped from him as he too, watches himself fall apart. Your name falls from his swollen lips as his thick cum paints his stomach and thighs, some even reaching his chest. Hyunjin revels in the euphoric bliss, mind going hazy from the intense orgasm. However, that pleasurable state is disturbed as he feels slight pain from overstimulation kick in as your hand that rubs circles around his tip doesn't stop. 

"Aaahhh, no, no, 's too much, fuuck," Hyunjin's hips squirm around as your palm rubs over his over-sensitive tip. His grip on your forearm tightens as he nearly screams at the stimulation. 

"Come on, baby boy, you can give me another, yeah? You're my good boy, come on cum for me," you purr into his ear, palm rubbing faster circles. 

"Oh god, I can't, I can't," Hyunjin's head lolls from side to side as his whole body convulses. 

"Come on, Jinnie. I know how much of a cum slut you are, my little slut," your words go straight to Hyunjin's cock and he can feel the pain fade into pleasure. Your other hand comes down to squeeze his balls in time with your thumb swiping over his tip, causing a scream-like moan to be pulled from Hyunjin's throat.

"It feels w-weird," Hyunjin whines out, his eyes widening at the unusual knot building in his stomach, a strong pressure. 

"It's okay, baby. Come on be a good boy and cum again," your tongue flicks at his ear lobe as Hyunjin throws his head back. 

"Fuckfuckfuck," Hyunjin's back arches as his body convulses with the pressure of his second orgasm. Transparent liquid shoots out of his cock, saturating his thighs as well as the sheets.

Hyunjin slumps against your chest in total exhaustion. A soft giggle escapes your lips as you rub Hyunjin's stomach in a comforting manner. You press kisses to the side of his sweat slicken head and wait for him to come down from his daze. 

"Are you okay, baby boy?" 

"Hmm," is all Hyunjin can manage in his state. You gently push him forward and slide out from behind him. As you lay him down on his back he flutters his tired eyes open to look at you with such love and admiration.

"Thank you." His voice is hoarse, but it still holds tenderness.

"Anything for you." 

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Annnnd that concludes that fic. I hope you enjoyed it, and I will be back soon with more 🌸

I hope you all have a lovely day/night 😊

Lovely, Lovely

feat.: Viktor / fem!reader

summary: When Viktor struggles with self-doubt, you show him just how much you love him.

warnings: nsfw content, body worship, praise kink, pet names, oral sex, hurt/comfort, vaginal sex, riding, mild hair pulling, mild size difference, teasing, fluff and hurt/comfort

Despite having spent many years on the Topside, Viktor had never thought of himself as a true Piltie.

He did his best to impersonate one, sure — his clothing, all fine fabric and just as expertly tailored as Jayce's, was proof of that —, but the true citizens, the ones who had an actual right to walk upon pristine pavements and gaze at marble buildings, did their best to remind him that he, in fact, did not belong in a world this beautiful, this wealthy.

Still, he had hoped to be able to hide this fact from you for at least a while.

As his newly assigned assistant who had just moved to Piltover, you were still highly impressionable and hadn't seen nor heard much of the Undercity yet, which was why Viktor preferred to avoid the topic of where he had grown up altogether.

He was rather fond of you too, and even though you had only worked with him for about two months now, you seemed to reciprocate his romantic feelings — or so he hoped, anyway.

Your relationship was still frail and Viktor was sure that, if he wasn't particularly careful, it was going to break apart as easily as a newly grown twig.

(When expressing those thoughts to you, you had claimed it wouldn't, that you loved him, and he had known then the problem was that he himself didn't think he was deserving of love.)

Frankly said, he didn't want you to leave his side this soon again, and while hindering you from seeing the less gorgeous aspects of Piltover only to keep you close was rather selfish, being aware of one's flaws and being able to defy them were two different stories.

It was, however, also a plan that was obvious to fail sooner or later — in this specific case, sooner.

The shopping trip, as you had so lovingly referred to it, you were on to stock up on supplies had been surprisingly fun, with playful banter and teasing comments being thrown back and forth between the two of you.

The relaxed atmosphere shifted the second you entered another promising looking shop, one stuffed to the brink with little trinkets and rather complicated looking machines that Viktor didn't bother to spare a glance at.

His shoulders tensed just the slightest bit at the way the guy behind the counter stared at him, contempt and disgust evident in his gaze, though Viktor refused to get discouraged this quickly. Perhaps he was simply misinterpreting body language and expressions, though it was one he had seen often enough.

Still, he dared to hope that this little trip of yours wasn't going to turn into something ugly.

Luck wasn't on his side, of course.

“I don't sell to Undercity scum. Fuck off.”

The man's voice was clipped, his eyes narrowed. Despite Viktor's rather tall stature, he towered over him — and over you no less. When smirking, he revealed crooked, yet oddly white teeth.

“Wouldn't mind chatting with that girlie, though. You don't mind, do you? No way she's a cripple's girlfriend.”

His arms were large, biceps bulging, and Viktor decided right then and there that provoking a fight was not worth it, especially not in your presence. No amount of pride was worth endangering you.

You, however, seemed to disagree.

“That's no way to talk to a customer.”

Honestly, for just a second Viktor contemplated if he was hallucinating as you suddenly moved in front of him, arms crossed in a defensive gesture.

This was ridiculous — you weren't nearly as tall as him and not even close to reaching the guy's shoulders, looking all delicate and soft in your skirt and blouse, like a proper lady—, a proper Piltie, and yet you stepped between him and the stranger.

The guy, apparently, seemed just as taken aback by your attitude as Viktor himself.

“Go on, apologise”, you said, a demand rather than a suggestion, your chin raised provocatively, “Or do you want your shop's reputation to be ruined? We're working with the Academy where, I believe, most of your customers are from. That could easily be changed.”

A bluff, a quite obvious one at that. If the situation hadn't been this tense, Viktor would have chuckled as the guy frowned, gears visibly turning in his head to process your words.

He eventually grunted. “Fuck off.” Then, as an afterthought: “I don't want no trouble.”

A quick glance at your face, all drawn together brows and narrowed eyes, made it obvious you weren't satisfied. Viktor was quick to drag you outside, using his free hand to grasp your wrist — honestly, it was rather surprising the situation hadn't yet escalated. There was no use pushing one's luck.

By the time an all too familiar house was in sight, Viktor had let go of you, his skin now tingling where he had just felt the warmth of your body against his, and only then did he notice you were sulking, your lips pushed forward.

He abruptly averted his gaze again. Your lips weren't a good place to focus on, not when they shone with just the slightest hint of gloss. Despite being open for new experiences, walking through Piltover with a hard-on really wasn't something he wanted to try out.

“I'm pretty sure I could've gotten him to apologise”, you eventually said, “We shouldn't have left. Now he thinks he can get away with rude comments like that.”

Viktor scoffed. “You have terrible self-preservation skills, dear.” He let out a sigh at your frown. “If we had not left, there would have been a fight and, forgive me for doubting your abilities, but that guy would've smashed your head in with one hit.”

There were many reactions he had expected in response to his words — anger, sadness perhaps —, though you giggling a little hadn't been one of them.

“You're right. I don't know what I was thinking either, honestly. I'm not usually this reckless, I promise. I just didn't want that guy to insult you.”

Your gaze was warm, fond as you looked at him. Viktor grimaced as he turned away to unlock the door and let you in. He only realised now that, out of pure habit, he had led you to his personal apartment rather than to the Academy's lab.

“I'm more than capable of defending myself. I simply didn't think it was worth it.”

“Well, to me it was. You shouldn't let people speak to you like that.”

“Eh, he wasn't wrong, you know.” Viktor shrugged, putting down his bag. “I might be a professor now, but outside of the Academy I'm still but a poor cripple from the Undercity. You just don't want it to be true — yet.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, don't act a fool, dear. Idiocy doesn't suit you.” Two of his fingers moved to massage his own temples. “We both know you'll eventually move on to someone who's more your league.”

Your silence was almost too much to bear, the atmosphere suddenly suffocating. Despite wanting to do anything but, Viktor forced himself to turn around, to face you.

He couldn't help but cringe at your stunned expression.

It seemed damage control was an appropriate measure to take now.

“I didn't mean to come across as crude, I assure you”, he said, hands raised in a gesture of mock surrender, “I've simply come to accept this as what will inevitably happen in the future. Not that I'm not grateful for the time we're currently spending together — I beg you, don't purposely misunderstand me.”

And he really was begging — internally, of course — for you to not take this the wrong way, to not turn away and leave him already, because there were so many ways his words could have easily been misinterpreted, or perhaps he even meant them just like this; perhaps he secretly ached for you to leave him before he got even more attached.

His grip on the cane tightened, knuckles protruding in a stark white.

For this much of a genius he certainly felt a fool.

Self sabotage had always been an odd form of self love.

“You're such an idiot. I can't believe you.”

And, ah, there it was, though your voice was odd — it lacked the anger, the disgust he had expected to hear.

“I'm not going to leave you, Viktor.”

Warm hands cradled his face as you reached up to him, a smile on your lips, though your eyes shone with unspilled tears. “I never will, I promise. Besides, I'd never be able to find someone who's more perfect than you are.”

Viktor couldn't help but stare at you, thin lips pressed together into a tight line because, honestly, if he wasn't careful, a sob might have torn itself from his throat.

“You don't know that”, he said, the sharp pain of embarrassment spreading in his chest at the way his voice was trembling, “Don't make promises you can't keep.”

“I'm going to keep it.” Your smile seemed awfully sincere. “You're not getting rid of me this easily, Viktor. Guess you're stuck with me now.”

Everything felt hot, awfully hot; Viktor was sure his cheeks were flushed and his hands trembling from where they ached, yet not dared to touch you.

You stood up on your tiptoes to kiss the tears away right after they fell, your momentary silence not judgement but comfort, warm soft love surrounding him like a blanket and a glass of sweetmilk after an exhausting day. 

“Guess I'm stuck with you”, he eventually said, his own smile so fragile compared to your radiant one, though you stared at him like you had never seen something more beautiful.

For some reason, your reaction stirred the urge in him to smile like this more often; honest and vulnerable, without the usual snark and cynicism. 

The tip of your nose was almost touching his. In the back of his mind he noted that the position was surely straining for your neck. 

“Also”, you said, successfully steering his attention back to you, “I can only hope you don't seriously believe a word of what that guy said. You're such a pretty boy, don't you know that?” 

Viktor was sure that, if he had been more machine than man, he would've short circuited right then and there. His eyes were wide; his mind, helpful as ever, kept stumbling over the words 'pretty boy' — honestly, this was a description that would have fit Jayce or any other remotely attractive man, but him? 

You were still holding his face, your thumbs softly tracing over sharp cheekbones. If you were lying, you were doing an excellent job at it. For some reason he doubted that was the case. 

A brief expression of mischief flashed over your face, your eyes suddenly sparkling with mirth. 

“Seems like you don't quite believe me yet”, you said, your voice a low purr, and Viktor had to actively force himself to not stare at your plump lips right in front of him. “Why don't I tell you just what exactly I love so much about you? Wait — how about if I show you instead?” 

Viktor's throat felt too dry all of a sudden. He almost mourned the loss of tenderness as you pulled your hands away from his face, though he was quickly consoled as they were instead placed on the flat of his chest, fingers splayed out to touch as much of him as possible, even with the layer of clothes still separating you. 

Then your lips were on his, just as soft and plump as they had looked the whole day. A hint of artificial cherry flavour spread in his mouth, most likely from your chapstick — or was it lip gloss? What was the difference between the two, anyway? —, and he couldn't help but groan into the kiss as, quite suddenly, one of your hands grasped at his cock through his trousers. 

At his already half-hard cock. 

“Oh?” you said, a breathless giggle escaping you, your breath warm against his lips. “This can't be only because of one kiss. Guess you liked it when I called you a pretty boy, right?” 

With the way his dick visibly twitched in your hold, no response was necessary. Viktor nodded nonetheless, his cheeks feeling way too hot, though the humiliation only added to how intoxicating the whole situation was. 

Then you broke away from another kiss and Viktor had to actively suppress a whine at the loss. 

“Let's move this to the bed, shall we?” Your hand grasped his free one, your fingers interlacing. Viktor's heart ached with the sudden amount of fondness he felt for you. “I'd love to continue here, but you're simply too tall for this to be comfortable. My spine is probably broken already.”

Viktor snorted; some of his usual snark finally returning to him. “That's not how anatomy works, dearest. Your spine doesn't suddenly collapse into itself just because you've strained it a little.” 

“Well”, you said, tone accusatory as you dragged him towards his bedroom, “That just makes it sound like you're not worried about my wellbeing.” 

“I'm very concerned, I promise you.” Viktor easily settled on the bed with his back against the wall, his trousers partly unbuttoned because of your fumbling fingers. The way you instinctively propped his bad leg up on a pillow made his heart clench just a little. “Though part of my concern rather stems from the way my dick is straining against these pants. It's most uncomfortable.”

You let out a breathless laugh as you reached up to tuck one strand of hair behind Viktor's ear, leaving his cheeks flushed at the oddly intimate gesture. “Guess those have to go then, hm? I did promise to show you in great detail what I love about you. That's not happening while you're still dressed.” 

He raised his eyebrows in response, head tilted to the side. “Oh? And why not?” 

Despite the question, he was quick to stand once more and strip; the cane bumped ungracefully against the bed frame as he leaned onto it to get out of his trousers and, just for a second, burning hot humiliation shot up his spine — or perhaps it was simply the dull pain he did his best to ignore.

His nails dug into the metal of the cane by the time he finished undressing, bitter and cruel thoughts once more prominent as he thought you wouldn't have to put up with all of this if only you gave all your love to someone else, to someone better. 

As you took his hands into yours, he almost barked out a laugh. You, ever observant, doing your best to keep his mind from straying into darkness. 

Him, not deserving of any of your kindness. 

A second later, he was gently pushed back down onto the mattress by your hands and, oh, he wasn't able to fully suppress the quiet gasp that left his lips at the sight in front of him. 

He hadn't noticed that you had undressed as well, having been too caught up in his own struggle — mild disappointment sparked in him at the thought of missing the sight of you stripping; for him no less. He made a mental note to ask you to strip for him once more in the future, with him properly watching this time. 

Now, however, you had settled on his lap, your plush thighs framing his thin ones as you hummed, tilting your head to the side in a thoughtful manner. “Where should I begin? Ah, I know. Best to start from the top, right?” 

Viktor swallowed, then nodded. A wry smirk found its way onto his lips; an attempt at gathering his usual wits, though he, for once, seemed rather speechless. “That seems to be the most logical order, yes.” 

“Alright.” Your hands moved up to his head and were quick to tangle in his hair, slowly carding through it. “First things first, I adore your hair. To this day I still don't know how you keep it this soft while working with all kinds of chemicals all day long. I bet some councillors have already asked you to give up your hair care secrets, am I right?” 

Your words got a chuckle out of Viktor. “You're being ridiculous”, he said, his voice warm, “The councillors would never dare to ask someone for advice. They're way too proud to admit they're not all-knowing.” 

He moaned as your nails scraped over his scalp; a low and guttural sound, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. 

“Next, I love that brilliant mind of yours.” Your lips pressed against his forehead in a soft kiss and your palms once more cupped his cheeks. “We're both aware of how awfully smart you are. Don't let this get to your head, though.” 

Viktor made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat in response. 

“I adore that you're this handsome”, you said, cutting him off with a click of your tongue as he opened his mouth to either disagree or to doubt your sanity. “Your cheekbones, your prominent jaw line, your eyes, the moles and freckles — I can't even pick a favourite feature of yours.” 

Viktor hadn't thought of it as possible, but his cheeks seemed to grow even hotter at your words, a lovely blush spreading out over his face. The fact that your hands were still cradling him only made this worse; he was sure you were able to feel the traitorous warmth bleed from his skin onto yours.

You chuckled, a soft sound Viktor wanted to memorise forever and beyond. “You're so cute”, you said, luckily sparing him from any more teasing comments as you instead moved further down his body.

Your hands were tracing intricate patterns on his chest while you pressed open-mouthed kisses to the pale expanse of his throat, to his prominent collar bones and ribs, not once failing to mention just how gorgeous you thought he was.

At this point Viktor was unable to conceal the way he was panting, his whole body trembling as he forced himself to stay unmoving as you continued your path down his body.

You took your time too; soft lips meeting the tiny scars on his palms and placing kisses to calloused fingers.

His cock was hard against his thigh, swollen and flushed with a lewd amount of precum beading at the head, slowly dripping down the length of it.

“Dear”, he eventually said, his voice low, accent thicker than usual, “I hate to interrupt you, but if you don't get to the point of touching me soon, I'll go crazy.”

His knuckles were a stark white colour because of how forcefully he was grasping at the sheets, fighting the urge to grab and yank at your hair in impatience.

You looked up at him through your lashes from where you were currently pressing a kiss to one of his protruding hip bones, all doe eyes and slightly swollen lips because of the kisses you had shared. Viktor would have loved to take a picture of you right then and there.

“Oh? But I am touching you, am I not?” Your lips curled upwards in a mischievous smile, your brows raised. “I haven't even shown you yet how much I love those thighs of yours.”

Viktor grit his teeth together, his whole body tense. The thighs you still wanted to give your love to were shaking.

“At least get me off first.” It was more of a demand than a request, though you apparently — luckily — let it slide.

You sighed, the noise sounding like amusement rather than disappointment, as you slowly moved your hands inwards; roaming from slim hips to thin thighs and, eventually, coming to rest just next to his dick, a smirk on your face, and Viktor couldn't hold back an exasperated groan, his head tipping backwards at your teasing.

“I thought this was supposed to be about me”, he choked out as your fingers feathered over his cock, the touch so light it was barely even there at all. “You're doing a horrible job at keeping me happy.”

“I didn't know you were capable of whining this prettily, Viktor”, you cooed, your head cocked to the side in a playful manner as your thumb swiped over the head of his dick, scooping some of his precum up.

Viktor's cheeks flushed hot with humiliation, though you apparently had no intention of shutting up.

“Really, it seems that everything about you is simply adorable. Especially those noises - maybe I'll suck you off if you moan that nicely for me again. What do you say, hm?”

Viktor watched with wide eyes as you leaned forward and, as if to emphasise your point, blew a puff of warm air against the flushed tip.

Your breath was hot, though most likely not nearly as scalding as your mouth, your tongue, your throat would have been, constricting around his dick as you gagged, tears welling up in your eyes and, god, he stored that fantasy away for lonely nights.

The action had Viktor squirming, his hips thrusting up against nothing, and his mind felt shockingly useless right now; all of his thoughts only revolving around how he craved more, how he just wanted you to touch him, please—

“Alright, alright. This was supposed to be the grand finale, but given how impatient you are, I'll indulge you.”

Viktor moaned in relief as you took pity on him, your pretty pretty lips closing around his dick. His hands grasped at strands of your hair almost instinctively, urging you to take more of him. You did; sinking down his cock perfectly, your throat just as good, just as tight as he had imagined.

One of your hands wrapped around the base of his dick, stroking the part you were unable to take, and while Viktor had never thought much about your size difference before, it now became painfully obvious how small your hand looked when on his cock. You were barely able to fully close it around the girth and, god, that shouldn't have been this hot, but things were slowly spiralling out of Viktor's control — or perhaps they already had been since this whole situation had begun.

“Fuck”, he gasped out, accent heavy, “You're taking me so well, dear. God. 'm so close, please, you're so good.”

His hips bucked up again and again and you took it willingly, not once double tapping his thigh to stop, even though you were gagging and choking, the nails of your free hand digging into his hip.

Everything was white hot pleasure, Viktor's chest heaving with sharp pants as he yanked on your hair — not on purpose, though he certainly didn't miss the way you moaned at the sudden sting in your scalp. That was information filed away for future uses.

Viktor threw his head back, needy noises and throaty groans echoing in the sparsely decorated room he struggled to recognise as his own. “So close—”

He immediately regretted his words a moment later as you pulled away, prying his hands from your hair. You met in a messy kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip in impatience, his hands on your hips, urging you closer while touching as much skin of yours as possible, and, fuck, he simply wanted nothing more than to give you a taste of your own medicine, though he feared he himself was too impatient to tease you right now.

“Love, please”, he rasped against your lips, your foreheads touching, “Don't torture me.”

“Oh? And why not, pretty boy? You look so lovely when you're at my mercy.”

You hummed, thoughtful, and a low sound left Viktor — almost akin to a growl or the closest humanly possible thing to one.

“For whatever you're doing, I'll pay you back thrice tomorrow. If you're good to me, I'll be good to you.”

He revelled in the visible tremble his words tore from you.

“And if you're intent on teasing me, well — we both know my patience is far greater than yours, no?”

Your response was an unashamed moan, your own cheeks now flushed, pupils visibly dilated. Viktor was certain he was never going to get enough of how easily he was able to affect you this greatly.

“Well, if you phrase it like that”, you eventually drawled, shrugging a little, “I wanted to take even more time with you, but I guess you're just too convincing. Besides, you're just too handsome right now to resist you for long.”

As you tilted your head up, you pressed your lips against his again; an invitation he took too eagerly, his tongue pushing into your mouth.

Honestly, Viktor expected to reach his orgasm through your hand; your mouth if he was lucky and you were in the mood to suck him off again, which was unlikely but not impossible.

That was why it came as an even bigger surprise as you suddenly sank down on his dick, your cunt dripping wet, the tight warmth feeling so so good around him that he moaned into the kiss, his eyes closed.

“You're so big”, you choked out, making heat curl in Viktor's stomach at the compliment that was voiced more like a complaint, “Fuck, I'll never do this again without you stretching me first. God.”

“Is that so?” Viktor urged, eager—, desperate to hear more of your praise, “I'm filling you so well, am I not?”

And you indulged him with a needy moan, the noise breathless. “Yeah. So big, Viktor, please—, you're so handsome right now. Such a good boy.”

Viktor groaned at your words; his eyes fluttering closed and his head resting against your shoulder as you slowly propped yourself up on your knees, then dropped back down.

Your hands were placed on his back for support and your nails were digging into his skin, surely causing him to bleed at this point, and he wasn't even ashamed that the added pain only added to his arousal.

“Viktor”, you gasped, your voice so beautifully needy, “So good, please, Viktor—”

At this point Viktor had been reduced to desperate whimpers and low groans, his hands on your hips as you ground against him one last time, your thighs shaking.

“Cum for me, darling, come on”, you purred, your voice so close to his ear, breath hot against his neck, and Viktor was unable to do anything but orgasm on command.

He came with a shout, his hips stuttering against yours as irregular waves of pleasure coursed through his body, leaving him utterly breathless; all of his thoughts consumed by you.

One of his hands moved from your hip to your cunt on pure instinct, rubbing your clit with lazy motions until you too were cumming, and you both groaned as you tightened around his dick once more.

Viktor's muscles shook as he slowly pulled out, trying not to pay any mind to the way a trickle of his own cum dripped out of your hole, and managed to manhandle you onto the bed to cuddle close to you in a spooning position.

“Well?” you eventually prompted, your eyes half-lidded and your voice tired, “I hope you're aware of how much I appreciate you now.” A yawn. “If not, we're gonna have to repeat this tomorrow.”

Viktor chuckled, his nose against your neck. “I'd say I understand your view a bit better now, yes. Besides, we don't have time for a repetition of today's events.”

“Oh? And why's that?”

“I did promise to pay you back, did I not?”

“Right”, you said with a chuckle, “I'm excited already. Still, you better know I'm serious about doing this more often if you doubt my love for you ever again.”

Viktor scoffed, the sound oddly soft. “While that's not an effective threat, I understand what you're trying to say.”

“Oh, I think it is. Next time I'll just show your glorious ass how much I love it.”

“Now you're simply being indecent on purpose.”

“Yeah. But I'd do it, so don't doubt me again.”

notes: hello Arcane fandom, please let me in, i offer Viktor content. also, viktor needs to be called pretty boy more often

this was also posted on ao3!

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Bratty Kitty

Pairing: Badboy!Minho x Reader

Summary: Minho, the notorious ‘bad boy’ at your university. To be quite frank, you found him pathetic- the boy was nothing but a rich, undisciplined kid who’d never been punished for being a brat- something you so dearly wanted to change.

College AU, Badboy AU, Enemies to Lovers AU

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: smut, sub!Minho, dom!reader, pegging, spanking, BDSM, slight pet-play, brat-taming

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You groaned, waking up to the annoying, loud tune playing from your phone. Murmuring incoherent words and rolling to the side of your bed, you grabbed your phone and hit the ‘snooze’ button, immediately dropping it back onto your bedside table and stuffing your face back into your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Why the fuck did I sign up for morning classes,” You grumbled into your pillow, stifling a yawn

After two or so minutes of lying restlessly in bed, you realised you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep with the sun beginning to rise, and, once again, you rolled over to the open side of your bed, shivering as you threw off the warm covers and stood up. You paused, breathing in and processing your surroundings before deciding you should probably get ready for the day.

“You’re up early,” your roommate commented from behind her bowl of cereal when she saw you come out of your room

“Morning classes,” You scrunched up your nose, and she nodded in understanding

“Breakfast?” She asked, pushing the box of cereal and carton of milk towards you

“Nah, no time,” You replied, grabbing your coat and walking out the door

The sun had risen far more quickly than your liking, and it blared in your eyes the second you stepped out the door. You squinted, blinking a couple of times and putting your hand against your forehead to shade your eyes.

“Oi, Y/N!” An- unfortunately- familiar voice called from behind you, and you turned around with your brow raised, being met with none other than Lee Minho

“The fuck do you want?” You sneered as he came closer to you “I have a class to get to,”

“Aw, don’t be so mean, baby girl,” He smiled condescendingly and leaned forward, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket

“Call me baby girl again and you’ll regret it,” You threatened, and, before Minho could even open his mouth to retaliate, you turned on your heel and started heading towards your class

“Coward,” He called after you, and your eye almost twitched at the smile you could hear in his voice

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when are you going to make the part 3 to the eren story? if you cant or dont have time that's fine 😁

IM ALIVE! I basically just died for like one year? but I am back. I have been working on part three for monthssss, but I keep changing how the scene goes 🤪 however, yes that will be out. I'm so sorry for the wait