It's So Fucking Cute How Guys Will Act Like They Wanna Wrestle For Who Tops And Then Start Whimpering

it's so fucking cute how guys will act like they wanna wrestle for who tops and then start whimpering the second you put a hand on their throat. some boys are just meant to get fucked but if they wanna be cute about it I won't complain

A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

Hello! This fanfiction will most likely be split into two - three parts, so if you would like to skip to the smut then feel free to do so (once it is posted) or endure the cringey dialogue and infuriating behaviour of none other than Eren Jaeger.

WARNINGS - college!au, player!Eren, slow burn, studious!reader, kinda enemies to lovers (more reader finds Eren annoying), eventual smut.

SUMMARY (overall story) - Eren, campus player, tries to use his innate charm and poor flirting abilities to get you, studious and reserved, into bed. AKA, Eren tries to fuck reader, but instead gets fucked by reader.

CHAPTER SUMMARY - Eren notices you as you rush into class. Your studious and nonchalant nature intrigues him, he decides you will be his next conquest.

WORD COUNT - 2.8k

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PART ONE - AVOID EREN JAEGER (IT'S NOT AS EASY AS IT SOUNDS!)

The campus looks like an embodiment of an aesthetic autumn pinterest board as the second semester begins. The modern campus building looks rather out of place,however. It seems like it should belong in a sci-fi film, rather than complying to the overall dark academia tone the campus holds. Where the large, mostly glass building stands should be an old gothic styled structure looming over the walking grounds. However, you realise you don't exactly have the luxury to stand around and contemplate the lack of architectural accuracy as you are close to being late to your class.

 Upon entering the mostly full lecture room, you rush to find an unoccupied seat. The familiar face you find yourself next to smiles warmly, to which you return. 

One row and four seats to your left sits a half asleep Eren, with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He spies you rushing through the door, along with three other students that are equally as late but not nearly as anxious about it as you appear. 

As soon as you are seated your laptop is pulled out, along with your notebook for extra notetaking. As soon as the lecture begins you are taking thorough notes, fingers typing away furiously at the keyboard. Alternatively, Eren sits with absolutely nothing but a smirk on his face as he watches. The quiet, ‘nerdy’ ones are always his favourite. They’re the easiest ones to charm - shy, probably insecure, girls like you can’t resist the charm and attention Eren provides. He decides you will be his next project. 

About halfway through the lecture - a presentation about a subject that does not correlate with the Mike Wazowski picture staring at you through the screen - the unnerving feeling of someone watching you becomes overwhelming. You could feel it the whole time, but now curiosity - and irritation - take over as you chance a glance over your left shoulder. Eren's intense eyes pierce straight into yours without hesitation or uncertainty, like he was waiting for you to look, to notice him. Although your face doesn't show it, you feel a sense of annoyance and regret wash over you. You know what this means. The watchful eyes, the look in those watchful eyes. How could you not know what it means, you've heard about it multiple times - in searing detail - from some of your closest friends that have fallen victim to the aforementioned eyes. This is the last thing you need, or want, right now. You now make a mental note to ensure you avoid Eren Jaeger at all costs. But once you see the slight smirk pull at his lips you know he won't let that happen. 

After class you hastily shove your laptop into its bag and try to collect your notebook before Eren could make any advances. It appears your stationary is plotting against you as your pen rolls off the edge of the table and onto the thinly carpeted floor. Before you can retrieve it, slender fingers wrap around it. 

"You dropped this," his voice is smooth like honey, you briefly wonder how many times he's practised perfecting this tone. 

"Thanks," without sparing a glance you take the pen from Eren's hand and throw it into your tote bag before flinging it over your shoulder. Eren steps in front of you before you can make a run for it. 

"I'm Eren, by the way. I just transferred into this class," you're not sure if it's you projecting, but he sounds very condescending right now. You know that he knows, that you know who he is. Everyone in this damn campus knows who Eren Jaeger is. 

You nod in response and try to step around him, to no success. 

"I didn't catch your name," he uses his height as an advantage as he leans forward, essentially trapping you between him and the table behind you. 

Giving him your name would mean signing away any chance of living a peaceful college life, however, it seems to be the only viable option. 

"Y/N." Still you don't look him in the eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that," you know he's lying, with the teasing tone he says it.

"Y/N. My name is Y/N." Now you look him in the eyes. Eren smirks as he sees the confidence and conviction in your body language. 

Now he's convinced you're just a goody-good with a bratty streak. That's fine, he's dealt with girls like you before. A couple lingering looks and soft brushes of his fingers through your hair should break down that facade. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope we can get to know each other," he even takes it a step further and bites his lip. You inwardly cringe, but stay nonchalant on the outside. 

One nod and fake smile later, and you've managed to step past Eren. You replay the encounter in your head and frown. This is definitely not what you wanted to happen on the first day of the second semester. 

As you reach the far end of the campus - five metres from the main streets of the city- you look back at the out of place campus building. You chuckle in amusement at the irony. Just moments before you were criticising the modern building for not fitting in, but now you have your own out of place problem. Eren Jaeger does not fit into your life. 

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The next day you, fortunately, do not have class and so you are able to have a day to devise a plan to avoid Eren. Not much time is spared to that thought,however, as you have work. You're in the middle of serving a lovely edlerly couple two flat whites and a singular piece of lemon cheesecake - to share for their fifty-second wedding anniversary as shared by the eccentric old lady - when the bell rings to alert you of entering customers. 

"Y/N! Hey."

After placing the tray down on the table and warmly telling the couple to enjoy their meal and anniversary, you look up to attend to the voice that greeted you. Big brown eyes and a matching brown ponytail accompanies a bright smile that belonged to none other than your friend, Sasha. Her arms outstretched and pulled you into a death-grip hug. She always was a strong hugger. 

"Hey Sasha, it's been a little while since I last saw you," you try to remember the last time you saw her. It must have been nearly about two weeks ago at a mutual friends party.

"Tell me about it, how have you been?" 

Before you could answer you notice another familiar face behind her. Your friend, Armin. As you smile and step aside to greet him, another figure steps out from behind him. 

Oh you've got to be kidding me, you think before you turn round and march back to the counter. 

Eren stands smugly smiling beside a confused Sasha, and equally confused Armin. 

"Hey, fancy seeing you here, huh," his tone is cocky and teasing as he rests his palms on the counter; tall frame leaning forward. 

"What can I get you?" Your tone is flat, face void of emotion.

Eren chuckles in amusement at your nonchalant demeanour. 

"Have you two met before?" Sasha appears beside Eren, Armin following shortly after. 

"No."

"Yes."

The tension is sickeningly thick as your two friends share a confused look. 

"What can I get you guys?" 

"Oh, Armin and I will just have our usual, thanks," Armin nods in confirmation.

"Eren?" Armin gestures toward Eren - who has not stopped eyeing you.

"Well, this is my first time here so I'm not too sure," he leans closer as he pretends to be extra interested in the menu behind you. 

"How about you guys find a table, I'll probably take a while to read through the menu." 

Dread punches you right in the fucking face. 

Sasha and Armin nod before finding a vacant table in the far corner, oblivious to your pleading eyes - you're silently screaming at them for leaving you alone with this absolute chad.

"I'll prepare their order, while you read through the menu," you quickly turn around to make the coffee before Eren can protest.

Through the ambient sounds of the desert store, you can hear Eren's amused chuckle. The familiar burning of someone's eyes watching your every move is overwhelming. 

"Have you decided yet?" You turn around to face Eren, whose eyes are dangerously low. The realisation of where he was looking, assumingly this whole time, causes an embarrassed blush to rise on your face - much to your dismay but to Eren's amusement. 

"The cakes here look delicious," the innuendo makes you want to implode but you try to appear unfazed, calm. 

"Yeah, they're made in the store," professional. That is the mindset you must remain in.

"I'm sure they are," he gives you a suggestive smile, leaning closer. 

"Would you like me to recommend some favourites?" 

Eren now hunches down, eyes level with yours, and folds his arms on the counter. 

"Sure."

"I'd recommend the matcha tea cake. It's the perfect balance of sweet and slightly bitter," you recite the statement with false enthusiasm, a ritual you often have to perform with customers. 

"Mmh, just how I like them."(a/n omg this dialogue is so cringey, but I'm trying to portray Eren as a cringe playboy please bear with me :') )

You nod in response wishing he would hurry up and order so he can leave. Unfortunately there is no line of awaiting customers behind him. 

"Okay, one slice of that and I'll tell you what, surprise me with the drink, yeah?" 

You're sure a cup of water and spit would be surprising, but so would you being unemployed.

"Coming right up," you give a sickeningly sweet (fake) smile. The bell rings again and another customer comes inside.

"Morning, Y/N," it's a regular, your saviour. 

With that, Eren stalks back to the corner where Sasha and Armin are sitting, immersed in a conversation about why potatoes are the foundation of civilization (Sasha's point, not Armin's). 

It seems Eren is inable to pull out a chair quietly as his harsh actions causes a loud screech to ring throughout the store, piercing through the ambience. Armin and Sasha conclude their current conversation (argument) and both turn to Eren. Eren leans back in his seat, legs spread and his hands in his hoodie pockets. 

"So, how do you know Y/N?" Sasha leans forward, elbows resting on the table in curiosity. 

"Yeah, I mean we've never introduced you two before and from what I know you've never had a class together," Armin's own curiosity shining through. 

Eren scoffs at his friend's interrogation. 

"Why is it so weird I know her?"

"Uh, because you're definitely not the type of person she would befriend," that makes Eren frown. What does Sasha mean by that?

Armin notices the offended look on Eren's face.

"Uh, I think she just means Y/N isn't a very sociable person so without being prompted it's unlikely she would try befriend you," his attempt to diffuse the situation seemed to work as Eren visibly relaxed and slouched further into the seat. 

"We're in the same class, 's all," Eren pulls out his phone, which has been buzzing non stop since this morning from texts sent by the long list of girls he slept with last week. He doesn't even remember half of these people but responds half-heartedly nevertheless. 

If -a big if, Eren thinks - this pursuit of you doesn't go as planned then he knows he has a long line waiting, begging to get into bed with him. But as Eren catches your eyes - that immediately diverge away - he decides there's no way he's going to give up until he has you screaming underneath him. 

You approach the table with a tray of three drinks and three cakes, all different from one another. You place Armin's and Sasha's in front of them, then Eren's last. 

"Aaahh, look at you, you're beautiful!" Sasha cooes at the cake in front of her. 

"Thank you, Y/N. " Armin keeps it polite as usual. 

"Enjoy," you hold the now empty tray against you and walk back to the counter as another customer enters.

Eren inspects the vibrant green cake in front of him, appreciating the layers divided by a layer of light green icing. He brings his fork up to the cake, and gently pushes it down, cutting through each layer. Eren brings the piece up to his mouth, his taste buds exploding in flavour. Just as you described, sweet and bitter. He lets out a satisfied hum, which sounds dangerously close to a moan. 

Once the trio finish their drinks and cakes - which were consumed in mere minutes - you return to retrieve the empty plates and cups. 

“Let me help you with that.” Eren takes the plates from you as you seemingly struggle with balancing everything. You don’t even have time to protest as he smiles down at you and gestures for you to walk. With a stubborn huff you stalk back to the counter, to the kitchen area and place the cups in your hands in the sink.

“Thank you,” you nod towards Eren and retrieve the pile of plates from him.

“No problem,” Eren places his now empty hands on the counter and leans forward, resuming the same position he did when he first came in. 

Upon your return from behind the counter, you are not so surprised to see that Eren was still there. 

“Have any plans tomorrow?” His voice is smooth as he talks with a slight smile.

“I have class. The same class as you.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” he lets out a dismissive chuckle, you internally frown at his inability to remember his timetable.

“How about after that? Are you free?” 

“I have work.”

“Well, that’s just too bad,” he shakes his head, but keeps the smile on his stupidly attractive face. 

“I guess so,” your voice lacks playfulness, remaining rather unbothered. 

“Eren, we’re going now,” Sasha appears next to him.

Eren’s eyes remain on yours, seemingly searching for something that you’re unsure of. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he stands up straight now, hands retreating to the depths of his pockets.

“I guess you will.”

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This morning you find yourself walking into class early, much to your delight. You sit down in the same spot you did last time, except the seat next to you is now vacant. As you are in the middle of pulling out your laptop and notebook, you noticed a tall figure occupying the space next to you.

“Not late this morning?” You recognise the teasing tone.

You don’t respond, instead just shake your head no, without even sparing a glance at Eren. He just chuckles and takes the seat behind you. 

Soon the professor walks into the room, his  booming voice soaring over the rows of students, announcing that the class will begin.

“We are going to begin a new project today,” this is met with quiet groans and face palms by a few students around you.

“This project requires you to work in pairs, that I will randomly assign, and-”

The rest of his sentence is going through one ear and out the other as your mind races. Knowing your luck, you will be paired with Eren. 

“I will now assign the pairs.”

You listen in anticipation as the professor lists names that will be paired together. You watch students look at each other and smile, some looking around awkwardly as they don’t recognise the person they are paired with. 

“Y/N L/N and-” please no, please no, “ Eren Jaeger.”

You almost scream out of despair. 

As the professor continues to list names, you feel the burning eyes staring into you from behind. Once the professor concludes the lesson, encouraging everyone to have a nice day and to make headway on the project, there is a symphony of chairs pulling against carpet and bags being zipped. 

“Well, isn’t this a coincidence, or maybe fate?” Eren stands in front of you, bag slung over one shoulder, hands in his pockets as he stares down at you. 

You stare unamused at Eren. 

“Your place or mine?” The question causes you to audibly gasp which elects a satisfied chuckle from Eren. 

“For the project? Don’t get ahead of yourself, princess,” the pet name makes you inwardly gag.

“I have work tomorrow, I finish at 3. Why don’t we meet then?” A flash of disappointment crosses Eren’s face, but is quickly replaced by his signature smirk. 

“Sure thing. See you tomorrow, princess.” 

You remain in your place as you watch Eren’s figure disappear out of the door. 

It seems your agenda to avoid Eren Jaeger just got harder.

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Apologies for the slow burn, but trust me, there will be smut! Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day/night (っ ͡ᵔ ㅅ ͡ᵔ)っ🎔

I also realised this is my first non Hyunjin fanfiction on here hehe. I do have many anime character fanfictions in my drafts so if you're an anime fan look forward to those! ♡

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 :)))

BETTER THAN ME

Hello! I wrote this after seeing a video of Hyunjin from this vlive ^^^

Something about slightly - and healthy - posessive sub!Hyunjin makes my brain short circuit, so I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. Please enjoy!

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Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, fem!reader, jealous!Hyunjin, established relationship, college!au, handjob, rim job, pegging, begging, praise, petnames (baby, pretty boy), mommy kink, use of toys (onahole), riding (male! receiving)

Word count - 3.1k

Summary - Hyunjin can't help but feel jealous after seeing your fellow classmate get too friendly with you. So, he decides to let you know that he's the only one for you.

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For the third time this week, Hyunjin found himself tensing up as he watched a classmate of yours get in your personal space amidst a "friendly" conversation. Hyunjin stood just out of earshot as he awaited your presence. You hadn't noticed him yet as you were too engrossed in the conversation you were having. Hyunjin's eyes narrowed in irritation as he watched the boy laugh a little too hard and place a hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off and said a few final words before bidding farewell. Immediately, you turned and pulled your phone from your pocket. Hyunjin felt the faint buzz in his pocket. Upon retrieving the phone, he saw that you were calling him. He accepted it with the irritated pout still on his lips.

"Hey, baby! Where are you? We're still meeting up now, right?" Hyunjin watched as you stood in place, looking around the area just outside of the campus library. Hyunjin was seated under a tree across the lawn, amidst a great handful of other students so he was fairly well hidden.

"Yeah, I'm actually here now." Instantly, your head shot up, your eyes searching the area for Hyunjin. 

"Where are you, baby, I can't se- oh," your eyes lit up as they landed on Hyunjin, shaded under the blossoming tree. A smile manifested on your face as you weaved your way through the students that acted as hurdles to Hyunjin. As soon as you reached him you slid in beside him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Hey, baby. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," your hand brushed back strands of long hair that managed to fall from Hyunjin's once neat ponytail. 

The action was so tender and wholesome that Hyunjin's jealousy melted away. For now. Hyunjin knew you would never betray his love and loyalty, he knew it more than he knew his own name. It wasn't you, no, it was that classmate. Hyunjin saw the way he smiled at you, eyes hopeful and lingering. It made his blood boil and his jaw tight. 

"Hey, Jinnie? Are you okay, pretty?" Your voice was now concerned and confused as you searched his eyes for the reason behind his quiet and distant demeanour. 

Hyunjin shook his head lightly, trying to shake the lingering grips of jealousy out of his system. 

"Sorry, just a lot in my mind. Assignments are a bitch," he tried his best to give you a reassuring smile. It didn't work however as your frown deepened. 

 A moment of silence, you didn't dare break eye contact with Hyunjin as you tried to pry him open. But he didn't budge. There's no way Hyunjin could let you know of his petty jealousy. 

You let out a defeated sigh and the frown was replaced with a reassuring smile, which held genuinity where Hyunjin's lacked. 

"Tell you what, why don't we just go back to mine and have a movie night in instead of going out?" Hyunjin gave you a nod and a real smile this time. Quality and alone time with you always made Hyunjin feel better. 

"Come on then." You stood and reached your hand out for Hyunjin to take.

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"Nnggh - fuck, aaah," Hyunjin's hips bucked off the bed, chasing your teasing hand. The movie long forgotten in the background as you worked your hand slowly up and down Hyunjin's leaking cock. 

"Such a pretty boy, aren't you? My pretty boy." You coo as you stroke his cock faster, causing Hyunjin's thighs to tremble as his back arches beautifully off the bed. 

"Mmmm, all y-yours, 'm all yours," Hyunjin's hands tightly grip the bed sheets, turning his knuckles white. You smile, pleased at his response. 

The bed groans under the weight of you both as Hyunjin thrushes around and you begin to manoeuvre from his side to between his shaking legs. Your hands abandon Hyunjin's cock to remove his pants completely. Once he is free from the confines of his pants, you push Hyunjin's legs apart further to rest more comfortably. Your hand resumes its pace on his weeping cock, gaining speed. 

"Nnnghh, yes, yes," Hyunjin always sounds so pretty when he's like this. Needy, desperate and so, so obedient. However, you notice he seems more needy than usual, which is saying a lot as Hyunjin is by nature, very needy. You can sense a difference in the way he keeps eye contact, desperate for your praise and approval. How he whines louder every time your eyes leave his, even for a second, demanding your attention. You push the thought aside for the time being as you slide onto your stomach to be level with his red cock. Your lips enclose around his leaking tip, tongue pressing into his slit before circling around. The action pulls a long, breathy moan from Hyunjin. One of his hands releases its death grip on the bed sheets to reach for one of your hands. You happily oblige, interlocking fingers with his own. 

"M-mommy," Hyunjin's body feels tense as he can feel his orgasm fast approaching. You lick a warm stripe from the tip of his cock down his shaft, lips closing around his heavy ball - alternating between the two - before continuing down to his hole. As soon as Hyunjin feels the warmth encircling his needy hole, he cries out. 

“Ahh, yes, yes, more m-mommy,” a cry tears itself out from Hyunjin as your tongue enters his hole. The intrusion causes Hyunjin’s thighs to shake and his back to arch. Your hand continues to stroke Hyunjin’s cock up and down, in sync with the thrusting of your tongue in and out of his tight hole. Hyunjin feels the pressure quickly building in his stomach. Hyunjin’s back aches, his head pushes back into the pillow behind his head as he squeezes your hand that is still interlocked with his; a warning that he is close. 

“Mommy, nggh, I’m gonna cum, please, please.” The sweet sounds of his whines and begs only make you speed up your movements, adding more force. Your lips detach from Hyunjin’s hole to murmur a yes, come for me. As soon as you speak the words Hyunjin lets out a cry, hips bucking up into your hand on their own accord. His pearly cum paints his trembling abdomen. As always, Hyunjin is a sight to behold. Sharp lines and taught muscles as he shakes through the pleasure. His face is an embodiment of lustful beauty. The hand that is interlocked with yours tightens and shakes in your grasp. 

Your hand does not stop sliding up and down his cock as you want to get every last drop. Once you feel his body relax under your touch, breath slowing down, you stop and sit on your knees to get a look at him. You try to unlock your fingers from his but Hyunjin just lets out a sigh of disapproval and shakes his head with a pout - all while he lays covered in sweat and cum, eyes still closed in exhaustion. 

“I’ve got to clean you up, pretty boy,” you try to explain but Hyunjin just shakes his head again and holds your hand tighter. You can’t help but laugh at his needy behaviour, letting him have his way - for now. Not even a minute passes before Hyunjin is opening his eyes, slightly sitting up to rest against the headboard. The look in his eyes tells you that he’s not yet satisfied. So it’s gonna be one of those days, you think. 

“What do you want, baby?” Your voice is gentle and soft, your free hand rubbing his thigh in a soothing manner. Hyunjin’s eyes drop as he looks at you. 

“Want Mommy’s cock,” he almost whines out. 

You smile in response and nod your head. “Okay, lovely. But you’re going to have to let go of my hand so I can get the strap, okay?”

Reluctantly, Hyunjin lets go of your hand so you can slide out from between his legs and off the bed to the closet where you keep a small box with your toys that you use on Hyunjin. You pull the harness and strap out of the box, along with another one of Hyunjin’s favourite toys; a transparent onahole. Hyunjin waits restlessly on the bed. 

“Why don’t you prep yourself for me, baby? While I get this on,” you hand Hyunjin a bottle of lube. He nods eagerly, taking the lube from you and opening it to pour it on his fingers. He immediately brings his fingers to his hole, circling them around before slowly slipping them in. The stretch pulls a breathy moan from Hyunjin. Although it feels good Hyunjin can’t help but yearn for your touch. He wants you, all of you. He wants your mind, body and soul just as you have his. He is all yours and he wants to remind you just how devoted he is to you. How desperate he is for you. The thoughts prompt Hyunjin to speed up, two fingers plummeting in and out, quicker as he grows more needy. Meanwhile, you fasten the harness on, securing the strap on as well. You place the onahole on the bedside table as Hyunjin is distracted, wanting to use it as a surprise. He has been such a good boy lately and you think he deserves a reward. 

Hyunjin’s eyes flutter closed at the pleasure that washes through him so he misses as you approach the bed again. You stand watching him as he bucks his hips up into his fingers, desperate for more. His cock lays hard against his stomach, still covered in his cum from his last orgasm. Hyunjin’s eyes shoot open as he feels the bed dip from your weight. The sight of you with the strap on makes Hyunjin moan, hips bucking up into his fingers.

“Fuck me, p-please,” as you resume position between his legs, Hyunjin retreats his fingers from his hole, wiping them dry on the sheets before wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you closer. You almost laugh at his neediness but instead you place a kiss on his forehead, a tender and soft moment amidst a heated one. 

“You want mommy’s cock? You want mommy to fuck you like you deserve, yeah?” you can’t help but tease. Your hand reaches between you both to grab the base of the fake cock. You rub it up and down his hole, teasing him. The action only makes Hyunjin whine. 

“Yes, yes, want mommy to fuck me dumb, please,” Hyunjin’s hand reaches down between you both to grab ahold of the plastic cock, he rolls his hips up to help insert it inside his hole. You allow him to do as he pleases. He shudders as the tip slides in. Hyunjin begins to move so the strap slides all the way in. Once you have bottomed out in him, your hands grab hold of Hyunjin’s hips, you lean back onto your knees to gain better control before you smile down at Hyunjin and then thrust in and out of him at a steady pace. Hyunjin’s lips fall open to let out whiny moan after whiny moan. His hands scramble to find purchase. They settle for the bedsheets, twisting them to try to ground himself. Your hips slap against Hyunjin. You speed up, rising to lean over Hyunjin. Your hands slide under his thighs to bend them against his chest. The position allows you to reach deep into Hyunjin. Each stroke rubbed deliciously against his prostate. Hyunjin feels like he could cum any second. 

“M-mommy, faster - ahh - pleeaasee,” his begs turn into a whine as you fuck him faster. His hips grind to meet your thrust. 

“Such a good boy, letting mommy fuck him dumb. Your mommy’s good boy, aren’t you?” you coo down at him, smile teasing. 

“Yes, yes, I’m mommy’s g-good boy, all yours.” He looks at you with a heavy look in his eyes. You can tell there’s something on his mind, even now as he’s getting fucked stupid. 

“Yes, baby. You’re all mommy’s. All mine. Only mine,” you growl as you lean down to lay flat against his chest. Hyunjin wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you down so he can pour his lust, neediness and love into a kiss. His lips vibrate against your own as he moans. 

“T-tell me again, please. Nggh - tell me I’m y-yours,” his voice is desperate as he pleads to you. 

You kiss his lips again, thrust gaining speed as you fuck into his greedy hole. Your tongue massages his own, sending a shiver through Hyunjin. Your hand grabs a hold of his hair that lays sprawled out underneath him. Your teeth lightly sink into his plump bottom lip before pulling away. A string of saliva connects you both, Hyunjin’s chest heaves up and down as he tries to regain his breath. 

“You’re all mommy’s. My pretty boy, only mine.” Your lips press a kiss to his neck, teeth sinking into the pale skin there. Hyunjin cries out in pleasure - from both the bite and the words. He can feel his orgasm approaching as your thrust drill into his prostate. 

“I’m y-yours, only yours.” 

“And I’m all yours, pretty,” your hand reaches for the onahole on the bedside tables. Hyunjin’s eyes follow your hand. He moans out loud once he sees the toy. The copious amount of precum leaking from his cock, combined with the cum from his last orgasm act as lube as you slide the toy down his cock. Hyunjin almost screams at the pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, causing Hyunjin to dig his fingers into your waist. 

“Ahhh, I’m gonna c-cum, mommy, p-please,” his words slur together as his head thrashes from side to side. Your hand speeds up, in sync with your thrust.

“Cum for mommy, baby boy.” Hyunjin is overtaken with a strong desire that he cannot place; possessiveness? Jealousy? Perhaps a mix of both, but whatever the reason Hyunjin uses his strength to flip you onto your back. You look at him clearly surprised as he has never acted out like this before. You both knew that he was stronger than you and could easily overpower you whenever, but he never had a reason to before. 

The strap had slid out of his hole during the manoeuvre and it lay against your stomach. You stare up at Hyunjin, curious as to where this would lead. You tilt your head at him in a questioning manner. 

“Wanna ride mommy,” he confesses. Riding your strap had always been something that Hyunjin fantasised about, the act seeming so intimate. 

“Go ahead, baby,” you smirked up at him, your hands rubbing his waist. Hyunjin leaned up on his knees, resting them on either side of you. His hand reaches back to grab a hold of the strap before he lines it up and slowly eases down onto it. The stretch feels somehow different in this position. Hyunjin shakes as he eases all the way down. He sits flush against you, whimpering like a dog as he tries to get used to the overwhelming feeling. 

“Ride me, baby. Show me you’re mine,” your words seem to ignite something in Hyunjin as he moans and begins to rise up and down. He places his hands flat on your stomach as he continues to bounce up and down. Sweat coats his body, muscles tight as he moves. The sight has your pussy throbbing with an intense need. 

Hyunjin begins to move faster, eyes rolling back as the strap strokes against his prostate. 

“Nggh, you’re mine, mommy. Only mine, n-no one else's. Ahh, I’m your slut a-and you’re my m-mommy- fuck,” Hyunjin rambles on as his ass slaps against your thighs as he fucks himself harder and faster on to the strap. This is a side that you’ve never seen from Hyunjin before. You’re more turned on then you’ve ever been as you watch him desperately fuck himself on your strap while claiming you as his. 

“That’s right, baby. I’m only yours. Your mommy.” The words send a shock through Hyunjin. 

“I-I’m the only one for you. Fuck - the only one who g-gets to fuck you, to l-love you. Only me, no one else,” he whines as his orgasm approaches again. His words cause you to feel a little confused. Hyunjin has never expressed such possessive thoughts before. 

“Only me. Not that s-stupid boy from your c-class - nggh - “

Oh. It all clicks into place now. A smirk plasters itself on your face at the revelation. So that’s why Hyunjin’s acting so possessive, he’s jealous. 

“Oh, baby. No one could ever compare to you. Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock, so desperate for me, yeah?” Your hands rub up and down Hyunjin’s waist in a reassuring manner.

“No one is better than you, baby boy. You’re the only one for mommy.” 

Hyunjin almost cries at your words. His fingers dig into the skin on your waist as his hips move at a cruel pace. Your hand reaches over to retrieve the forgotten onahole. As Hyunjin is distracted you slip it on his weeping cock. 

“Ahh!” Hyunjin cries out at the delicious pleasure coursing through his whole body. It is an almost numbing pleasure. His vision begins to blur as his mind grows fuzzy. Your hand speeds up, slick sounds from the onahole growing louder. 

“Come on, baby. Cum for mommy, show me you’re mine.” Hyunjin reaches for your free hand, interlocking his fingers with yours once again before letting out a shrill scream. His entire body shakes with pleasure as rope after rope of cum paints your hand, his trembling stomach and your own sweat slick stomach. Hyunjin’s hips grind down against the strap, riding out every last wave of pleasure. Your hand comes to a stop as Hyunjin’s body stops shaking. He falls forward in an exhausted heap, arms wrapping around you. You remove the onahole and place it on the bedside table for the time being, hands finding their way to his sweaty back. Your hands rub his back in a soothing manner, feeling his breath start to go back to normal. 

“Sorry if I was a bit too intense,” Hyunjin’s words slur against your shoulder but you hear him clear, nonetheless. 

“Jinnie, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced, okay? But, there’s no need for you to worry about my classmate because that is all that he is. A classmate. No one could ever, ever come close to you.” You mean every word, Hyunjin is all you have ever wanted and needed. He has your mind, body and soul. 

Hyunjin blushes at the words and you can feel his lips smile against your skin. 

“No one is better than you, my pretty boy.” Your arms squeeze Hyunjin’s waist, pressing him close to you. 

“No one is better than me,” Hyunjin chuckles and tightly squeezes you closer to him. 

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That brings us to the end of this fic! I finished this while hunched over my laptop in the middle of the night, that is what my life has come to. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

I hope you have a good day/night <3

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

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