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1. Masturbation

Explicit | Jayce-centric | Sexual Fantasies

“Sorry, honey. I’m absolutely swamped.” you planted an apologetic kiss on Jayce’s cheek, “Tomorrow’s the big day and I can’t let Zeke and the others down.”

“Of course.” Jayce grinned, leaning down to return the kiss, this time on your forehead, “Go get ‘em. I already have a few restaurant ideas for where you can take us once you get that promotion.”

You tossed your head back with a laugh, promising to field suggestions when the time came before you very politely ushered him out of the study.

No worries.

“V?” he called out, voice coming out a tiny bit sing-songy as he strutted down the hallway, “You busy?”

Reaching the living room, he got his answer.

No, Viktor wasn’t busy.

He was asleep.

Jayce felt his shoulders sag as the disappointment deflated him—he’d likely have gotten affectionately teased for the reaction if only his boyfriend had been awake to see it.

It seemed Jayce would be taking care of his needs himself today. And despite being a grown man in his mid-twenties, a part of him wanted to fuss and sulk at the prospect. Over the past few months, he had grown somewhat greedy for his partners’ attention.

Casting one last hopeful look at the sleeping form on the couch, Jayce turned towards the bedroom instead.

As he settled onto his side of the bed and rummaged through the bedside table’s drawer for the lube, the thought crossed his mind that he almost didn’t want to cum now—not like this, at least.

Before reaching for his pants, he ran through his pre-masturbation ‘checklist‘.

Door closed, curtains drawn, lights off but lamp on, box of tissues well within reach, shirt-

Shirt on or off for this?

Off. he decided—though the specific calculations that had led to that conclusion were a mystery even to himself at this point.

Pouring a generous amount of lube onto his hands, another thought crossed his mind that Viktor probably wouldn’t have minded being woken up for a quickie.

But then again, Viktor had spent the last few weeks working overtime on several major projects assigned to his department as well—Jayce would be the most selfish partner alive to interrupt Viktor from catching up on his much-needed rest.

A hiss escaped him as his hand finally wrapped around his cock, notably still only half-hard given that neither you nor Viktor were here.

Focus. he set a medium rhythm with his hand, Get this over with.

But even with his eyes screwed shut, Jayce could only think about how neither of his partners were available for him right now.

He didn’t want to be pushy, but what if he had tried a little harder with you? What if he had offered to stay under the table while you worked above him?

His mouth watered at the thought, his horny, desperate brain conjuring memories of your taste on his tongue. How many minutes of sucking on your clit would it take to finally pull your attention away from the presentation prep?

Ten? Maybe fifteen minutes at most before he’d look up to find you teasing your nipples through your shirt. He’d probably have to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer, steadying you as you rolled your hips against his mouth, drowning him in your slick.

And you’d be loud too, moaning and begging him to not stop, keep going, more, please, more, Jayce.

And when Viktor would walk in to investigate, likely slightly disoriented with his hair still sleep-mussed—Jayce bit back a moan at the all-too-familiar image.

Naturally, there’d be consequences for having started without him, consequences that Jayce would have to bear the brunt of since it was his libido that had roped you into this in the first place.

Viktor’s punishing grip in Jayce’s hair as he coaxed him out from under the table to come to a stand.

“Hands on the table, Jayce.” he’d command, voice low, even, and beautifully accented.

And Jayce would be powerless to disobey—an electric shiver of anticipation zapping through him as he cycled through the possibilities of what lay in store for him.

Impact play? No, Jayce hadn’t worked up the courage to tell either of you he was into that sort of thing yet—though it was also equally possible that you and Viktor had figured it out months ago but were waiting for him to say something.

Then again, this was his imagination—if Jayce wanted to picture his hot boyfriend caning him while his equally beautiful girlfriend jerked him off, who was going to stop him?

“Not so fast, darling.” the Viktor in his imagination cooed to imaginary you, “He needs to learn his lesson.”

Obediently, imaginary you slowed her hand—in the present, Jayce’s own hand matched the excruciating pace, “But V,” the imaginary you huffed but still dutifully kept her pace, “I need to get back to prepping for tomorrow.”

Imaginary Viktor raised an imaginary eyebrow, “Is that so? I find it a little difficult to believe, miláčku, when you did not appear to be as concerned with those preparations only a few minutes ago.”

Not one to argue back against Viktor, your grip on Jayce’s member tightened up punishingly instead—he deserved it though.

A stream of sorry, sorry, sorry’s poured out of him—sorry for distracting you, sorry for waking up Viktor, sorry for needing you both so badly it hurt.

Sorry that he was so, so close to cumming all over your warm hand.

Tighter, querida. he begged imaginary you, So close, so close. Need-

“Jayce?” your sweet voice called to him from somewhere, inquisitive and warm.

Yes. Yes, please. Yes. Yes.

Courtesy knocks landed on the bedroom door, shortly followed by the unmistakable click of the latch turning.

But it was too late—Jayce’s cum was already shooting up his own torso, muscles locked as he let out a deep groan.

Naked and pathetically on display, his body twitched with the aftershocks as more and more cum oozed out of him.

He crashed down from his high just in time to choke out, “Shit.” before grabbing a couple tissues to press to his tip and catch the rest of his mess.

His ears hot and the rest of him sweaty, Jayce kept his gaze focused on his hand while in his periphery he could see you—real you—leaning against the doorway in stunned silence.

Just as he reached for more tissues, you cleared your throat, “I took a coffee break.” you explained—tone almost guilty as though this was somehow your fault, “Was going to ask if I could help in the meantime, but uh-”

“Yeah.” now he cleared his throat, cheeks burning hot as he dabbed at his stomach with the new tissues, “Unfortunately, I’ve just proved you and Viktor right for calling me impatient.” he sheepishly confessed, “But for what it’s worth, ‘you’ did help me.”

“Oh?” your lips curled into a playful grin, “Were you thinking of us?”

With every step you took towards the bed, even more blood rushed to Jayce’s face.

“Yeah.” he admitted, still catching his breath.

“It must have been good,” you practically purred as you settled along the mattress’ edge on his side of the bed, “Or is this a normal volume for you even when you’re ‘flying solo’?”

He couldn’t help but snort, “This- Nah, usually, I’m- uh, it’s not usually this much when I’m alone.”

Without warning, your soft hand ghosted across his stomach, pensively swiping over the residual mess his haphazard tissue-dabbing had left behind.

Jaw slack and throat tight, he watched as you slowly raised a now soiled finger up to your lips so your pink tongue could dart out to taste it.

“Mm. Details, big guy. What exactly were you thinking about?”

2. Coming Untouched

Explicit | Jayce/Viktor/Reader | Light Restraints

“Rotating ideas every week?” you chuckled in disbelief, “Like, taking turns for each of our kinks?”

“Yes.”

“Exactly.”

Both men answered simultaneously, deadpan serious. Presently, the three of you sat at the dining table, laptops and notebooks open as you discussed potential new directions for your sex life to go.

“Taking turns will ensure a fair exploration of everyone’s suggestions.” Viktor added, absentmindedly spinning the pen in his hand, “We could create a spreadsheet for us to collate our ideas, sort of like adding them to a lineup or a schedule for us to-”

“Oh!” Jayce snapped his fingers, eyes bright as he grinned, “We’ll call it the ‘Spread Sheets Spreadsheet’.”

“Eh…” Viktor’s free hand limply flipped right side up, then down again.

“The ‘Spreadersheet’?” Jayce offered instead, “The ‘Bedsheet’!”

You landed a soft punch on his arm, “Viktor just brought up the prospect of encoding all of our sexual fantasies in a spreadsheet and your biggest concern is the file name?”

Jayce let out a snort, throwing his arm around you as he dragged you and your chair flush against his side, “I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to keep everything organized. The best part about using a spreadsheet is that we’ll all know what to expect in advance, and we could even mark ideas that we think would need further discussion.”

Viktor let out a pleased hum, “It would also allow us to add a table where we each rate our personal satisfaction derived from each experience, perhaps tallying-”

“Fuck off.” you laughed, bringing a fist down onto the table, “We are not devising a points system so we can score each kink, you fucking nerds.”

“But hold on,” Jayce squeezed your shoulder, “I say hear him out. Don’t you think the data could be pretty useful in helping us understand ourselves—and each other—better?”

If literally any of your exes had suggested this, you would have assumed it to be part of some elaborate bit to embarrass you. But the truth was that your current partners were absolutely the sort of men to suggest this with the utmost sincerity.

You’d have to be a heartless monster to not let them have this.

“Fine.” you acquiesced, dragging a hand down your face, “You guys set up the spreadsheet however you want and let me know when it’s ready—just… please don’t make me score anything.”

Cracking his knuckles, Viktor inched his laptop closer, “Which of your personal emails would you like us to add as a collaborator, miláčku?”

***

Despite this being his idea, a part of Jayce was beginning to regret it.

How the hell was he supposed to hold onto his sanity with your naked form on top of him like this? Your pretty face moaned and gasped into Jayce’s shirt with your ass and hips high in the air while Viktor slammed into you from behind—and all Jayce could do was watch.

His own wrists were bound to the headboard above his head, Viktor hadn’t even allowed him the mercy of taking any of his clothes off and his sticky, leaking cock was growing more and more uncomfortable in his shorts.

“Jayce.” you whined into his shirt, “Jayce, cum-”

And that was the problem, wasn’t it? Viktor would call off this delicious torture only after Jayce had achieved his goal of cumming untouched.

Jayce’s poor shirt was completely ruined now, the wetness from both his body and yours making it so that he could feel your hardened nipples poke him through the fabric—he wished Viktor would let you move higher, let Jayce suck one of your perfect tits into his mouth.

His hands clenched in their restraints, the bed creaking pitifully as his own hips squirmed underneath you, desperate for mercy to be found. Unfortunately for him, however, your position meant that while your upper bodies were in essentially full contact, your hips were angled too high for him to feel you where he desperately needed friction the most.

He needed to feel you, to touch you. So he raised his head and caught Viktor’s eye, silently begging for his wrists to be released as your body rocked back and forth above him.

But the other man only smirked, beautiful and infuriating with his locks of messy chestnut brown hair sticking to his forehead, “Are you thinking of giving up so soon, milý?” he taunted affectionately, slamming into you with another hard thrust.

Jayce hissed as your nails desperately dug into his sides, your hands fisting his shirt in your overstimulation.

“Viktor,” he pleaded hoarsely, “I’m not- What if querida’s-”

“Color, darling?” Viktor asked, tugging on your hair to pull your head back.

“G-Green.” you stuttered out, your ass cheeks jiggling with each of Viktor’s movements, “Don’t- Don’t stop.”

“She’s perfectly alright, Jayce.” he calmly replied, “But if you’re truly so worried about her comfort, then hurry up and cum, yes?”

Smug bastard, what did he think Jayce had been trying to do this whole time?

Evidently taking pity on the man under you, you clumsily rucked up the edge of Jayce’s shirt so you could begin mouthing at his sternum. At the same time, one of Viktor’s hands pinned one of Jayce’s spasming thighs down.

Naturally, Jayce was large enough—strong enough—to overpower Viktor’s hold, but that wouldn’t be any fun at all.

He sucked in a deep breath of anticipation as you slowly—torturously—licked a path towards one of his nipples, your hot breaths leaving you in little huffs as Viktor never relented.

The overload of sensations, combined with the blissed-out look on your face had Jayce’s eyes rolling back in his skull even before your lips arrived at their perked-up destination.

And when your lips finally sealed around a brown areola, his hips bucked uselessly against the air as his neglected cock convulsed and twitched with every spurt of release that flooded his damp boxers and shorts—all while a sound akin to one of a dying animal tore from his throat without permission.

As he came down, he found that his arms now burned with the strain and the sensation of his underwear sticking to his skin was a new level of humiliation. But considering the soft kisses you trailed along his skin, combined with the warm praise that—a now noticeably calmer—Viktor offered, Jayce would probably give this a pretty high overall score when he updated the spreadsheet later.

3. Nipple Clamps

Mature | Jayce/Viktor/Reader

“Darling…” you heard Viktor chuckle, “Are you certain that your color is still green?”

You cracked one of your eyelids open, your hands now sweating where they held up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room, “Yeah, of course, why?”

The corner of your boyfriend’s lips curled upwards, “You may call me paranoid, but I do believe squeezing one’s eyes shut and holding one’s breath are very clear causes for concern. I promise it is more than alright if you would like to reconsider.”

The adjustable alligator-style nipple clamps absent-mindedly opened and closed with tiny clicks as he spoke.

“I said I’m good.” you sat up straighter on the edge of the mattress, pulling your shirt up even higher while keeping your feet firmly planted on the floor, “You said they’re on the loosest setting, right?”

“They are.” he assured you, “I know it’s not the same, but would you perhaps like to test one of them on your pinky finger first? It should at least give you an approximate idea of the tension to expect.”

Half of your shirt cascaded back down your torso as you offered Viktor your hand.

Even at its widest, the tiny clamp wasn’t big enough to swallow the entire tip of your pinky, so Viktor carefully positioned it so that it only bit the fleshy pad of your finger.

“How is it?” he asked, his expression full of heartfelt concern.

“Definitely less intimidating than my brain was making it out to be.” you grinned up at him, shaking your hand to feel the weight of the clamp and the dark chain attaching it to its counterpart, “Thanks.”

With that assurance, Viktor detached the clamp and waited patiently for you to roll your shirt back up properly. In the meantime, you kept your gaze on the ceiling—knowing that staring at the clamps themselves would only provoke more irrational dread.

You exhaled in shaky relief when the first clamp closed around your nipple—in terms of pleasure-pain, you had definitely had worse, so that made the anticipation of the second clamp far less daunting.

“There.” Viktor leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead, “You did so well, darling. You look stunning. Color again, please.”

“Green.” your cheeks flushed both at the praise and the erotic sight that greeted you when you finally allowed yourself to look down, “It feels… nice.”

“Stand up for me.” Viktor retrieved his cane from where it had been leaning against the bed’s side while offering you his free hand.

Letting your shirt fall back down, you complied without a second thought.

“Viktor.” you gasped in surprise, a hand instinctively reaching for him as the weight of the connecting chain unexpectedly yanking your stiff buds downwards.

With a sympathetic laugh, Viktor wrapped his arms around your waist, careful to maintain a small distance between your torso and his to avoid aggravating you further.

“There now, sweet girl.” he muttered into your temple along with other similarly comforting notions. Once your breathing evened out, he pulled back with a boyish grin, “If you are amenable to it, miláčku, I may have an idea for when Jayce returns.”

***

“I’m home!” Jayce’s voice boomed throughout the apartment.

From your spot at the kitchen sink—washing up the various containers and utensils Viktor had used to make dinner—you exchanged a silent look with Viktor, who was now almost done setting the dining table.

The usual hi’s and hello’s were exchanged the second Jayce entered the kitchen—little did he know that Viktor had reminded you to put the clamps back on no more than five minutes ago given that the taller of your boyfriends was bound to be home any second.

“Smells good.” Jayce announced, rounding the table to peck Viktor on the lips before quickly padding over to the sink to give the same to you, “Who do I have to thank?”

You stifled a groan as you carefully angled your body to lean into his kiss, the chain swinging slightly with your movement.

“Viktor.” you squeaked out as one of Jayce’s large hands rested on your hip and pulled you deeper into the side-hug, “He made his signature pesto pasta.”

Another gasp escaped you as Jayce, in his excitement, unintentionally jostled your body—and subsequently the chain—causing little zaps of pleasure to shoot up your spine.

Your soapy hands gripped the edge of the sink as you took a moment to regain your composure. The looseness of your shirt concealed the clamps, but a part of you wished the material was thinner so that it wouldn’t press down slightly on the clamps.

You had hoped that the motion was subtle, but evidently, it had not been nearly subtle enough because Jayce instantly landed a hand on your shoulder to ask, “You okay, querida?”

Shit.

It hasn’t even been five minutes since he got home. Your eyes flickered to Viktor, expecting to find even a hint of giddy celebration in his amber gaze, but the bastard managed to keep a perfectly neutral—almost innocent—expression.

Looking at him, one never would have guessed that he had put nipple clamps on you and told you and then see how long you could walk around before Jayce noticed.

“I’m fine.” came your clipped, totally-unsuspicious answer, “How was work?”

“Are you sure you’re-”

“The bread!” you slapped a hand to your forehead, nudging Jayce aside so you could get to the toaster oven, “Shit, I hope it didn’t burn.”

In the corner of your eye, you could see Jayce continue to eye you worriedly, but he didn’t pry any further—sweetheart that he was, Jayce never forced either you or Viktor to talk about something until you were ready to.

Instead, he allowed your question about his workday to shift the conversation’s direction.

The second that Jayce excused himself to go get changed, you also snuck away to the bathroom—after all, it wasn’t recommended to wear them for more than fifteen minutes at a time.

You stifled a groan as you gingerly removed each clamp.

It appeared that round one of the pervy game that Viktor had started—and that poor Jayce didn’t even know he was a part of—had ended in your favor.

Dinner passed as usual—but of course Viktor wasn’t done.

The second Jayce stood up to start stacking everything so he could do the dishes, Viktor rose from his seat too, “Allow me, milý.”

The taller man’s eyebrows drew together, “Are you sure, V? You already took care of dinner.”

“Go rest.” Viktor waved a dismissive hand, “You had to work overtime today, whereas I got home from work even earlier than usual. Why don’t you two put on a movie for us? I should be with you shortly.”

You glared daggers at Viktor—well aware that this was the bastard’s blatant attempt at getting round two started.

“Sounds like a plan.” Jayce chirped, peppering Viktor with ‘thank you’ kisses until the leaner man told him to get on with it, “You coming, querida?”

Fine.

You were more than capable of handling another round—plus, you couldn’t wait to rub it in Viktor’s face once you prevailed a second time.

“M-hmm.” you slipped a hand into the pocket of your pajama pants to toy with the clamps, “Just need the bathroom real quick.”

With the clamps now… well, clamping again, you carefully made your way to the living room, allowing your body to readjust to the weight.

Jayce was mindlessly flipping through the documentaries section as you joined him on the couch.

“What are you doing all the way over there?” he pouted, his arms already open and beckoning you over.

Great.

Slowly, carefully, you scooted closer, “Find anything worth watching?”

“Not really.” he sighed, draping an arm around your shoulder the second you were within reach while his other hand continued to work the remote, “Remind me again exactly why we’re paying for fifteen different streaming services if we still can’t find jackshit to watch?”

“Who’s ‘we’?” you giggled, tucking your legs up under yourself as you curled into him, “All our subscriptions are on your card.”

“Oh yeah? You think that’s funny?”

And before you could even register it, Jayce had knocked you onto your back—an action that, under ordinary circumstances, would have earned him several soft smacks and punches all over his impossibly hard body.

But under these circumstances, earned him a stuttered moan instead.

Hovering above you, your boyfriend’s cheeks blushed at the exact same moment that you did.

“What-” he cleared his throat, “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to, uh-”

Oh fuck this.

“It’s not your fault.” you rolled your eyes, now pulling your shirt up as best as you could with one hand, “It’s Viktor’s.”

Ah, how you wish you had your phone on you to record the way Jayce’s eyes went comically wide. You gasped as one of his calloused fingers brushed where clamp met nub, causing you to huff out his name.

There was a several-second delay before he answered with a hazy, “Hm?” He looked completely mesmerized by the sight before him.

“You’re staring.” you complained, ears burning hotter with every second.

A zoned-out, “Uh-huh,” was all the warning you got before the hand near your nipple moved down to tug at the chain experimentally.

“Fu-uck.” you choked out, fingers tangling instinctively in his hair, “Easy, big guy.” you hissed out.

Another gentle tug had your hips squirming, but before you could complain again, his lips were claiming yours in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, breathless as he mouthed along your jaw.

“A little.” you admitted, head thrown back as his lips moved towards your neck, “‘s good, though.”

He grunted in acknowledgement, continuing his messy trail down your collarbone and chest, “Maybe I can help.”

The sensation of his soft, wet tongue prodding around and in between the clamp’s little teeth pulled a wail out of you. Jayce was practically slobbering onto your breasts, the obscene amount of spit only providing temporary relief before betraying you when the air’s room cooled it down, thus causing your nipples to stiffen even harder.

“Just take ‘em off already.” you whined, fingers twisting short locks impossibly tight it was probably equally as painful for him too.

The dark chuckle he let out sent shivers straight to your core, “Didn’t Viktor explain, querida?” he pulled back with a grin, his hand snaking between your bodies to pet over your clothed cunt, “You’ll only get the most out of these if you take them off just before an orgasm.”

“Exactly.”

Both your heads snapped to find a smirking Viktor lingering in the doorway as he added, “But it would be clearer with a demonstration, no?”

4. Voyeurism

Mature | Viktor-centric

Viktor made his way through the apartment as quietly as possible, having no desire to disturb his partners at this ridiculous hour. Working overtime had become the new norm for him these days—a fact that both you and Jayce had expressed deep concern over several times over the past month.

But, as he had told you both already, it was only until the final stages of the clinical trials had wrapped up completely. After this, he’d finally have enough projects and relevant experience under his belt to apply for a transfer to the nanorobotics division.

He just needed to hunker down as a model employee and earn his glowing recommendation letter for another two weeks.

Naturally, you and Jayce had been absolutely incredible throughout the entire ordeal so far: from packing nutritious lunches and bringing him spare clothes in an overnight bag to sending ironing his shirts in advance and leaving the dimmed hallway lights on for his late-night arrivals.

Dragging himself down the hallway, Viktor took stock of his body’s current condition. His sore muscles cried out for a soothing, steaming hot shower. But his exhausted mind found that it couldn’t be bothered with the rigamarole of it all.

A moan startled him out of his thoughts.

At the end of the hallway, the bedroom door lay slightly ajar.

Hooking his cane on the crease of his arm, he used the wall for support, pressing himself against it, as he inched closer.

From the other side came the unmistakable sound of the bedsprings creaking, the rhythm familiar, filthy, and—given his current state of sleep deprivation—dizzying.

But he dared not sneak a peek through the door’s crack—knowing that his silhouette in the hallway light would be an instant giveaway of his presence.

True, it would be a simple matter to declare his presence outright and be welcomed to partake in whatever it was that Jayce was currently doing to have you practically chanting his name.

But he could tell from your voice that you were on that precipice already and he wasn’t going to ruin it for you. So he settled instead for lazily palming himself through his slacks, allowing the memories from a particularly successful session last week and the wet noises coming from inside the room to do the work for him.

His drowsiness oozed out of him with every drop of precum that beaded around his tip—perhaps he’d take that hot shower after all; perhaps once you and Jayce were done, he’d ask you both to join him.

5. Substitute Prompt: Fisting

Explicit | Jayce/Viktor/Reader | Implied Subspace

“What do you think, querida? One more before we start properly?”

“No way.” you exhaled, still coming down from your second orgasm of the night, “Unless you two are trying to kill me.”

Following a round of affectionate laughter, Jayce pressed one more kiss to your inner thigh before steadily kissing his way back up your body.

“It’s up to you, darling.” Viktor’s silky-smooth voice descended on you from above since you currently had your head in his lap, “But I believe it is worth remembering that the resources recommended as much preparation as possible for the receiver, with the very core of the advice being that we take our time.”

“M-hmm.” added the larger man, who had now reached your sternum, “And that we’re supposed to use ‘three times as much’ lube as we think we’d need.”

Your heart fluttered with the sweet concern—it was fascinating how, despite the lewdness of your request, both men were showing only the utmost tenderness.

“We’ll still do all of that, obviously.” you answered leaning into the impromptu scalp massage that Viktor was currently giving you, “But I mean, I just came twice. Realistically, that’s about as ready as I can get.”

“I beg to differ.” Viktor grinned, lithe fingers dealing shiver-inducing scritches to your scalp, “But we shall defer to your judgment, darling.” One soft forehead kiss later, he gave the other man a nod, “As discussed, it is time for us to trade places, milý.”

Your head felt all floaty and mushy as you waited for the men shifted around you.

“Sit up for a sec, gorgeous. Could you drink this first?”

When your eyes fluttered open, Jayce was already using the pitcher of water you three had kept on the bedside table to fill up a glass.

Pushing yourself up, you reached for the glass but he only moved it further away, wordlessly shaking his head—it took you a moment to understand what he was trying to do.

“Oh.” you let out a hollow laugh, as Jayce pressed the glass to your lips for you. Another refill later and it was Viktor’s turn to drink.

“You always fuss over us, big guy.” you pointed out affectionately, carefully lowering your head onto Jayce’s bare lap this time, “Thank you.”

“Of course.” he beamed, hands now free to brush your hair back from your forehead, “Kinda wish you let me uh, ‘do the honors’ tonight, though.”

“Fuck off.” you laughed, “Show- Gimme your hand real quick.”

Jayce obliged, allowing you to bring his hand up with your pointer finger and thumb just barely managing to encircle his wrist, “Look- Just look at your bone structure, Jayce.” you squeezed your fingers tighter in an attempt to have your pointer and thumb meet properly, “This would have actually killed me.”

While that may have been an exaggeration, this grown man was obviously smart enough to understand that it was only barely so. That knowledge did not, however, prevent him from pouting like a dog who had just been told to get off the couch.

But there was no time to dwell on the endearing way his eyebrows knotted together because you could already hear Viktor squeezing the lube onto his hands.

“Shall we begin, miláčku?”

Heart pounding in your ears, you nodded your assent to the shorter man, who was now sitting comfortably in the space between your open legs.

“Words?”

“Ready.” you answered again, this time shifting your legs a little wider, “Please.”

Thanks to Jayce’s earlier efforts, Viktor’s first two fingers practically glided in; you wriggled your hips a little, walls fluttering around the intrusion, “More.”

Viktor clicked his tongue, shooting you a reproving look, “Darling… we just discussed the importance of not rushing this.”

A disappointed huff left through your nostrils, immediately catching the other man’s attention.

“Just focus on your breathing, gorgeous.” Jayce reminded, a hand kneading your breast in apology, “We’ve got you.”

“Mm.”

Viktor’s fingers pet inside your walls almost rhythmically, deliberately avoiding the spongy bundle of nerves as they scissored open and closed. As simple and familiar as the motion was, it still managed to pull you closer to the edge.

“Open up.”

Your eyes fluttered open at the ambiguous command just as Jayce’s pointer and middle fingers brushed over your lower lip.

When you finally granted them access, you moaned in pleasant surprise to find that although they were now dry, they still tasted like you from earlier. You licked around and between them, happy for the distraction.

But Jayce soon pulled them out in favor of making a mess of your right breast.

You moaned again as you arched into his wet touch, earning another gentle reprimand from Viktor, “Try not to move too much, darling.” his free hand landed firmly on your hip.

Instead of pointing out that Jayce’s ministrations were to blame, you simply nodded in agreement, allowing yourself to melt a little further into the mattress.

And as if to reward you, Viktor finally slipped in a third finger. You keened in response to the pleasant stretch, your warm cheek gluing itself to Jayce’s warm thigh with the movement.

Just inches away, Jayce’s leaking member bobbed invitingly.

“Don’t even think about it.”

You raised your head slightly to glare at Viktor again.

“There are already more than enough variables to worry about as it is,” he added, slender arm and lithe fingers never faltering in their movements as he spoke.

Once again, he was right, but your clouded, horny brain would sooner die than admit it. Viktor slipped in a fourth finger much quicker than expected—perhaps as punishment for being extra bratty when your boyfriends were only trying to help.

The fullness was overwhelming your walls already, your hands scrambled for purchase in the sheets, the reaction pulling Viktor’s amber gaze away from his work on your cunt and to your face instead.

Dexterous as always, Viktor untwisted the lube’s cap with one hand while easing the other one out of you, “Color, darling?”

You shivered at the emptiness as you answered, “Green.” which was quickly followed by a yelp as a glob of spit landed on your left breast, “Jayce.”

But there wasn’t a trace of remorse to be found on the taller man’s face, he was too preoccupied with his own mission.

“You’re doing so well for him, gorgeous.” he murmured, swiping calloused fingers over the stiff peak, “Fuck, I think I’m kinda jealous.”

“Good.” Viktor piped up, slowly pushing his slicked fingers back in, keeping them as close together as possible, “You deserve it after yesterday’s stunt.”

You were vaguely aware that Jayce objected to the remark, but your brain never fully processed the words. Everything—their voices, the wet squelches, the warm glow of the bedside lamp—felt fuzzy and distant.

All you could really feel was Viktor’s fingers gently thrusting into you, reaching a little deeper with every descent—like Viktor was trying to punch the air out of your lungs from the bottom up while his other hand rubbed circle after circle on your clit. Now even with your jaw slack, hanging open as you softly gasped for more air, you still felt lightheaded.

“-rida? Hey, querida?”

You heard Jayce’s voice before you saw his lips move. Slowly, lazily, you smiled up at him, amused by how silly he looked moving in slow motion.

But even though he was in slow motion and his voice sounded like he was under water, Jayce continued to speak “Did you hear him? We need your color before Viktor can add his thumb.”

Of course. Green.

Jayce continued to stare at you, concern slowly filling his handsome, slightly asymmetrical features. In the meantime, you realized that the pleasant thrusting had come to a halt—was something wrong?

Oh.

You hadn’t answered out loud—whoops, now you were the silly one.

“Green.” you said, voice somehow managing to crack over a one-syllable word, “‘m good.”

“Very well.” Viktor’s words seemed to flow into your ears as one of his hands wrapped around your calf, pushing it towards you, “Bend your knees for us.”

You obeyed, pulling up the leg he had touched, but Viktor caught it before you could properly bring it to your chest. Before you could stop yourself, you tsk’ed at him—didn’t he just ask you to bend your knees?

“Feet on the mattress.” he clarified, his free hand now wrapping around your ankle to help, “Like this. Same with the other leg.”

You tsk’ed at him again. All these commands and he hadn’t even started thrusting again. So mean.

It took a second for you to realize just how obscene you looked: with your knees up and feet planted on either side of him, you felt even more exposed. It was almost unbearable, and you soon found yourself whining with embarrassment, even attempting to close your legs to save whatever shred of decency you had left.

“It’s alright.” he shushed you instead, his other hand circling your clit again, “Just keep your eyes on me, darling.”

Impaled on most of his hand, it wasn’t like you had much choice now, was it?

So you did as you were told, focusing on the familiar way his eyebrows drew together in concentration as he stared right at your cunt.

At the first resumed thrust, the position change suddenly made perfect sense—it turned out that the reason the position made you appear more lewdly open was because the position had you, well… more open even internally.

Despite that fact, however, a broken “mngh-” still left you as the tip of his thumb prodded at your entrance several delicious thrusts later.

“Try to relax, beautiful.” Jayce reminded, now mercifully petting softly over your tummy instead of overwhelming you, “Wanna breathe with me?”

“Mm.”

Just as you copied Jayce’s deep inhale, Viktor’s thumb breached you, and the air once again rushed out of your lungs in a stuttered, needy moan.

“Fu-ull.” you gasped out.

“Yeah, baby.” Jayce affirmed, voice hoarse as his knuckles stroked against your cheek reverently, “You’re perfect. Doing so well.”

His praise settled over you, weighing on your body as though it were a tangible thing. More and more of it poured out of him and settled over you in comforting layers as Viktor continued to gently rock his hand deeper—deeper.

It suddenly occurred to you that Viktor had told you to keep your eyes on him, so you resumed your task, tracing the sharp angles and contours of his face as well as the deep red that had spread from his cheeks down to his chest with your eyes over and over.

So handsome. So pretty.

The sensation of a large hand hooking under the crook of your knee jolted you.

“Sorry,” Jayce murmured, nudging your leg to open you a bit wider, “Wanna take another deep breath, gorgeous? Just a bit more and you’ll be past the knuckles.”

Oh fuck.

It already felt like Viktor had stuffed you to your throat, but now Jayce revealed that you hadn’t even taken the widest part of his hand yet?

Perhaps Viktor had somehow learned how to read minds because he halted his movements yet again to ask, “How are you, miláčku? Color?”

“Water.” you answered his first question—well, sort of answered it—and then his second, “G-Green.”

Jayce was quick to act on your request, and soon the glass’ cold rim was gently pressed to your lips. You angled your head to the side and gulped down as much as you could. As the water slid down your throat—combing down what felt like prickly spikes inside it, you quietly noted that it seemed you were even more dehydrated than you had originally thought.

By the time you returned your attention to Viktor, he was holding the lube again and this time gently warning you about its temperature—but when he poured it around your entrance and the rest of his hand, you found that it wasn’t so bad after all.

More gentle rocking—Viktor’s hand sinking deeper, growing wider, stretching you thinner and thinner.

Your eyes rolled back the moment the ridges of his sharp—and, you belatedly realized, rather prominent—knuckles started to breach you.

You made a strangled noise that almost sounded like Viktor’s name.

Both men were talking to you now: reminding you to breathe, calling you pretty and perfect and amazing and perfect, oh, and pretty too, and a bunch of other stuff your poor brain couldn’t quite process at the moment thanks to the stretch—fucking hell, the stretch—at your entrance.

Jayce leaned down, but his height made it a little awkward for him to kiss you properly, so he settled for peppering kisses along your sternum instead, the warmth from his body drawing goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

The world went hazy yet again, the extremities of your body tingling while your core throbbed in time with your heartbeat. Never before had your walls felt anything like this.

“Fuck.” you croaked out, walls spasming around Viktor’s knuckles that were now just past entrance, “Fuck, Viktor-”

“It’s in, darling.” his free hand stroked your outer thigh soothingly, “Deep breaths, it will be much easier now.”

True, he continued to sink in with a little bit more ease now, but it was soon interrupted by his knuckles brushing against your sweet spot and pulling yet another full-body spasm out of you. Your hands flew out again, this time one of them found Jayce’s soft hair where he was still bent over you.

And even then, Viktor didn’t stop, twisting his hand to keep hitting the spot over and over again. The pleasure pulsed through you in waves, melting your brain and pulling the muscles in your body so taut they were starting to tingle and burn.

Like before, you were vaguely aware that your partners were trying to talk to you. This time, you gave up completely on even trying to decipher their words.

It wasn’t like you’d be capable of a real response anyway.

You were also vaguely aware that your hips had started rolling to meet Viktor’s thrusts, burning tightness almost completely forgotten. All that mattered now was Viktor’s fist inside you, molding you, pounding you.

Not even the sensation of Jayce’s teeth sinking into the plush of your breast, nor the way his thighs rocked your head slightly as he grew restless were enough to distract you from the pleasure.

It was only when you felt Viktor’s insistent tongue trace around the rim of your entrance, lewdly reminding you of where—and how—you two were now joined together that the pleasure that had been cresting higher and higher within you finally erupted, muscles seizing as you came with a soundless scream and drenched your poor boyfriend’s face.

Undeterred, his tongue moved faster as he lapped up every drop. Similarly, Jayce’s warm tongue busied itself with licking over the indents his teeth had left behind.

As the world grew hazier, the thought crossed your mind that Viktor would have to take his hand back out at some point.

No.

Your fuzzy, sleepy brain came to the executive decision that his hand had now melded with you—so Viktor would not, in fact, be receiving it back.

You opened your mouth to let him know, but realized you couldn’t find him through the blurry wall of pleasured tears.

Oh well. you thought to yourself as your eyes gave up on the hunt and fluttered shut, you could always break the news to him after you woke up.

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6. Intoxication

Teen | Jayce/Viktor/Reader

Blinking your eyes open turned out to be the first mistake of the day, which—as you discovered when you attempted to roll your head to the side—was actually a continuation of a string of mistakes that started last night.

A giggle escaped you at the sight of Jayce lying on his stomach, his bare back red with fingernail trails. You lifted the blanket, glancing down at your own body to assess the ‘damage’ so to speak.

Squinting, you could just about make out the hand-shaped bruises around your hips and waist. Teeth-shaped bruises painted your chest and breasts—no mystery which one of the men was responsible for that.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, wobbly limbs and fuzzy head giving you a newfound appreciation for the word “ravaged”.

With some effort, you rolled over to steal how Viktor had fared, only to find that he wasn’t here. Not only was he missing, but his side hadn’t been slept in at all.

Shit.

“Jayce.” your hand landed on his back, rocking him awake, “Jayce, get up. Did Viktor come back with us last night?”

A muffled “Hngh-” and groan later, the mattress was shifting under Jayce’s groggy movements, “Viktor?” he echoed cluelessly.

“Yeah.” you reiterated, “I don’t think he’s here. Do you remember anything from last night?”

Another groan, “Uh… n-not much outside of what we did at the club.”

You scrubbed your eyes again, “Same. I mean, I can kinda remember bits and pieces.”

Flashes of a pale hand curled around your neck, keeping you in place while the other rucked up your skirt flickered in your mind. Yeah, whenever it was that Viktor had gotten separated from you two, it was definitely later in the night.

“Did I… punch someone?” Jayce blurted out, tone dripping with concern.

You searched your recollection, “Uh, no, I don’t think s- Oh! But you shoved a guy because he kept trying to grind up on you. Fuck.” you dragged yourself to the edge of the mattress, “Where’s my phone? We need to call Viktor, make sure he’s somewhere safe.”

But to your irritation, last-night-you hadn’t plugged the stupid thing into its charger, so now it had all the utility of a brick.

In the meantime, Jayce had reached over for his own phone and announced that he still had 4% on it.

“He’s not picking up.” he pushed himself up against the headboard, “Shit. Where’d we see him last?”

“I don’t- Fuck, I can’t remember.”

More flashes from last night: Jayce draping his jacket around your shoulders—the gentlemanly gesture suddenly feeling less chivalrous when it turned out to be a cover so his hands could roam and squeeze as he pleased.

Jayce pushed himself off the mattress, scanning the floor for his old clothes before evidently giving up and stumbling towards the closet for fresh ones instead.

“Be careful, milý.” Viktor tutted, emerging through the doorway with a tray carrying a couple of bowls of soup—česnečka, based on the aroma—in one hand, “I take it your body must be sore enough as it is.”

“Viktor!” you and Jayce simultaneously called in relief.

“Fucking hell,” you clutched a hand to your chest, “We thought we lost you or something.”

Viktor chuckled, steadily making his way to the bed, “A bold assumption considering that I was the only reason we managed to get home last night.” He set the tray on the bedside table, “You both ‘know the drill’ as they say—eat up and banish those hangovers.”

“What the hell?” Jayce gasped, twisting as he inspected his body in the dresser mirror, “Why is there a bite mark on my ass?”

You clasped a hand over your mouth but it did nothing to conceal the snort that slipped out of you.

“Check the other side, milý.”

“The other- For fuck’s sake, V.”

7. Chastity

Explicit | Jayce/Reader | Sneaking Around | Sub-ish Jayce | Handjob

“No.” you giggled, attempting to pry yourself out of your boyfriend’s arms, “Jayce, that’s enough.”

“C’mon, querida…” he whined, tightening his hold around your waist, dodging your palm attempting to push his face away, “Just a few minutes—he won’t know.”

“He will, Jayce.” you switched to pushing at his chest instead, “He always knows.”

Jayce let out a huff of protest, “Not this time—we’ll be quick.”

“We’ll be quick or you’ll be quick?” you clicked your tongue.

“Whatever you want.” Jayce murmured, crowding you against the kitchen counter, “This was a stupid idea anyway.”

Well, he did have a point there—this whole thing did feel silly to an extent.

It had all started last week, when Viktor came home late one night to you and Jayce getting down without him.

The second that you and Jayce collapsed into a puddle of limbs, Viktor nudged the bedroom door open with a heartfelt laugh, pointing out his surprise that you two managed to get pent-up so quickly given that your last session together had been just earlier that morning.

“Just like rabbits.” Viktor had affectionately teased.

“Hey, I was ready to sleep,” you had piped up in response, still wiping Jayce’s spend off your inner thighs, “Your boyfriend’s the one who started rubbing up on me.”

“That’s not completely true!” Jayce bit back, gathering the miscellaneous pajama articles that lay discarded on the floor one by one, “I was just trying to get more comfortable. She kissed me first.”

The lighthearted spat eventually culminated in Viktor assuaging you both, “It’s alright, I believe you are both telling the truth to some extent. After all, I do know you both well enough by now.”

You froze your movements, one of your arms hanging through your pajama top, “What’s that supposed to mean?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Eh… I believe you know what I mean.”

“No, no, we do not.” you finally pulled your shirt back on, “Because it sounds like you’re trying to say that your libido is lower than mine or Jayce’s, when I still have the marks from when you jumped me the other day.”

The smug bastard had the audacity to scoff at your rebuttal, still in the process of stripping his own clothes off so he could shower before coming to bed, “Yes, I did initiate on that occasion. But if we were to look at the overall ratio of instances where you or Jayce have ‘jumped’ me, then we can-”

“Ha.” Jayce, still performing his bedtime stretches, scoffed, “Don’t you fucking dare. Not to sound big-headed, but I can very clearly recall that the first time we slept together was because you propositioned me.”

“Exactly.” you slipped your legs under the covers “And the only reason Jayce and I started sleeping together in the first place was because of your ‘orchestrations’.” you made air quotes with your fingers, “You can’t seriously believe that you’re better than us.”

“I never said that.”

“Oh fuck off. You were strongly implying it and that’s basically the same thing.”

“I do not appreciate having words put in my mouth.”

The back-and-forth only escalated from there. Before long, it seemed like the only solution was for the three of you to see who could last the longest without sex or jerking off.

Four days later, however, you weren’t doing so hot while Viktor showed absolutely no signs whatsoever of even being close to cracking.

But in your defense, this vow of voluntary celibacy would be much easier to keep if you didn’t have a 6’2” Latino Adonis following you around trying to tempt you with conspiracy. And it certainly didn’t help that this had come at a time when the three of you were actively trying out new kinks.

“Please, querida.” Jayce nosed at your cheek, large hands kneading the plush of your ass cheeks, “I’m going crazy. We don’t even have to do much—just let me taste you.”

“Jayce,” you sighed, melting into him a little as he started kissing his way towards your neck, “if we break now, we’ll only prove him right.”

“Only if he finds out.” he grinned against your jaw, “But right now’s the best chance we’ve got—his team’s so busy that he shouldn’t be back until like, what? 09:00 at the earliest?”

You chewed your lip in contemplation.

Well… if he put it like that.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “Is the main door locked?”

His warm hands slipped under your shirt, “M-hmm.”

Giving in, your forehead fell forward to hit his muscled chest, “Fine.” you angled your head up to meet his gaze, “But don’t leave any marks—and no penetratio- Jayce!” you yelped out as he hoisted you onto the kitchen counter.

His lips crashed into yours, urgent and relentless, “You got it.” he promised in between the open-mouthed kisses, “Is here good? Or couch?”

“Here.” you murmured back, slightly giddy with the fact that he was already far gone enough to forgo complete sentences as you wrapped your legs around him, “The couch is too risky in case of a mess.”

You allowed him to pull back and tug your shirt over your head before you set to work on undoing his belt and pants.

“Four days.” you snickered to yourself as he shimmied out of his jeans, heart pounding with the excitement equivalent to stealing out of the cookie jar, “I don’t know if I should be flattered or concerned.”

“Why not both?” he offered, voice muffled as he pulled his own shirt off. Within seconds, his arms were wrapped around you once again, the grin on his face mirroring the connivance on your own, “Lift your hips for me.”

Your shorts disappeared at lightning speed, or at least, they almost did. But Jayce’s eagerness saw them tangled around one of your ankles, eliciting embarrassed giggles from both of you.

“We probably shouldn’t.” you exhaled the second that Jayce dove forward to capture your lips again.

“Probably not.” he muttered back, his hands hooking under your legs to have them re-wrap around his middle again, “But Viktor started it.”

You chuckled into the next kiss—which turned out to be a sweet, less hurried affair.

That is, until one of Jayce’s roaming hands started guiding one of your own to slip under the waistband of his boxers.

Your hand wrapped around the root of him, feeling the weight of him as you got closer to the leaking tip.

Jayce—all 200-something pounds of pure muscle of him—lurched forward with a relieved sigh, forehead pressing to yours while you worked him.

“So worked up.” you tutted—more to yourself instead of as a reprimand—smearing the pre-cum as you built up a pace, “You don’t want me to suck you off, baby?”

“Can’t.” he gritted out, hips stuttering forward as you thumbed over his slit, “N-No evidence, right?”

Ah, you knew what he meant.

It turned out that blowjobs left a bruising on the palate, meaning—as revealed by dentists and other medical professionals to the horror of millions of TikTok users—it was quite straightforward to determine if someone had performed that kind of oral sex recently.

So you carried on just like this; discarding his boxers completely to allow you a smoother range of movement, your palms growing slicker with every tight stroke.

Jayce’s head was now tucked into your neck, his palms planted on either side of you to support his weight.

“What are you thinking of, big guy?” you prompted, the simple question pulling a full-body shiver out of him, “Anything good?”

“M-hmm.” he released the skin he had been rolling between his teeth, laving his tongue over it instead, “Wanna taste you.”

Angling your head, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Don’t worry about that now. Just cum for me.”

“No, but I- ah, wanna-” he gasped as your palm slid down until it stroked on just the sensitive underside of his tip, “Wanna be good for you.”

“You are.” you cooed, moving your hand faster as you blanketed him with praise, “You’re amazing—letting me take care of you, letting go for me.”

Jayce burrowed deeper into you, the warmth of him seeping into the entirety of your body, “Close.”

Another kiss, this time to his temple, “You’re still thinking—I can tell.” you slowed down the pace, squeezing intermittently up his shaft, “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Wanna be inside you.” he whined, large hands now resting on your hips, squeezing you in time with your own hand, “Miss you.”

“Miss you too.” you sighed, using your free hand to guide one of his to your breast, “But we can't, baby. So just pretend, okay?”

His hips picked up, thrusting forcefully into your grip.

You moaned at the eager display, feeding into it as you arched into his touch, “Fuck. Yes, Jayce. Just like that, right there. There.”

A whimper escaped him, adorable and delectable with his eyes squeezed shut and his thick eyebrows pinched together as he lost himself.

While you had worried your dirty talk had been a little over-the-top, it seemed to be working perfectly for him.

“Cum in me.” you whispered, the performative phrases now evidently working on you too—your underwear dampening further even before you whined them out loud, “Please—need you. ‘m so empty.”

That did it—Jayce pulled back to thrust one, two more times before he came with a shout, ropes of cum spilling over your hand, some of it hitting your calves, some of it on the side of the counter, and the rest of it on the floor, all while his cock twitched and jerked helplessly in your palm.

He slumped forward, you released his length to catch the rest of him. Fighting to catch your breaths, you both settled into the warm, sticky hug.

“Well, well, well…” a familiar, accented voice cut through the fog of arousal in the room, “Good evening, my little rabbits.”

8. Webcam

Explicit | Viktor/Reader but Jayce-centric | Voyeurism

There were many perks that came with Jayce’s new title: higher pay, more freedom—and authority—in the lab, and soon—if HR wasn’t lying—even his own designated parking space.

But there were also quite a few cons: longer hours, even more responsibility in the lab, and—just as HR promised—the expectation for him to attend about a dozen seminars and miscellaneous expos every year.

Normally, Jayce would categorize the last entry as more of a pro than a con. Even setting aside the fact that the travel was necessary for his “continuing professional development”, what nerd doesn’t want the chance to run around a convention center full of the latest advancements in medicine or biomechanical engineering?

But after so many, even he couldn’t deny that the novelty was beginning to wear off. Not to mention, Jayce wasn’t even supposed to be at this conference.

Fucking Peterson flaked out at the last second when he realized that it was one of the ‘local’ ones instead of the ‘higher-end’ ones in Berlin or Copenhagen or Amsterdam and thus volunteered Jayce as the department’s next best representative.

That was how Jayce, who should have been curled up in bed or on the couch with his partners by now, instead found himself exhausted and alone on top of the cold white sheets several states away.

The hotel his company had put him up at was fine—clean, decent service, convenient distance from the venue. And the conference itself was… fine as well—not as product or innovation-focused as Jayce would have liked it to be, but at least the panels had one or two big names.

But none of this was worth all the fuss of dragging him away from the excitement of his own lab or the warmth of his partners.

Ready to complain, he pulled out his phone and swiped to your group chat.

The disappointment upon seeing the call screen fade when neither you nor Viktor picked up lasted all of a split second when Viktor almost instantly called back.

Jayce’s fingers had never moved so fast.

“Hey, V!” he chirped, “What’s up?”

“Sorry about that, milý.” Viktor rasped back, the camera shaking before he evidently set his device down, “We decided it would be better more practical to call you from my laptop instead—what with needing my hands free.”

It was certainly a lot to throw at Jayce within three seconds of a call, but once the camera had stopped moving, his mind blanked out.

Viktor was naked.

You were naked.

Huh.

Based on the fact that the angle was somewhat off to the side of the bed, it seemed that Viktor had set the laptop down on the dresser.

“Say ‘hi’, darling.” Viktor gently reminded as he rejoined you on the bed.

You turned your head, raising it slightly to look right into the camera, “Hi, honey.” you giggled, voice lazy and blissed out as you twisted on the sheets, “Miss you.”

Jayce suddenly found himself lightheaded as all his blood rushed south, “H-Hi, gorgeous.” he sputtered, “Miss you guys too.”

It wasn’t clear if you heard his last remark because Viktor crawled on top of you, the back of his head now obstructing your face.

Thanks to the room’s dim lighting, the shitty camera on Viktor’s fossil of a laptop offered an even grainier view. But Jayce found—as his hand quickly dipped beneath his own waistband—that he didn’t mind it as much as he normally did.

Wet smacking sounds, Viktor’s familiar grunts, and your needy sighs were enough to clue him in.

A fuzzy blur of movement had the pixels of you and Viktor’s bodies melding together before separating again, this time with you on top of him.

Suddenly, Jayce was back to cursing Viktor’s aged laptop—the shitty microphone’s noise gate was cutting off your pretty noises every so often.

“-o big. Fuck.” you moaned, steadily rocking your hips, “Vi-iktor…”

“-ike that.” he gritted back, “Just like that. Yes.”

Jayce was surprised the death grip he had on his phone hadn’t pulverized it yet. His clumsy fingers hit the volume up button desperately.

Fuck, he should have put his earbuds on first.

On the screen, your body lurched forward with a gasp, palms now firmly planted on Viktor’s chest. Jayce squinted, releasing his cock briefly so he could pinch to zoom and discovered a familiar pale arm caught in the lamp’s warm glow moving steadily, its movements and rhythm all telltale signs that Viktor was now working your clit.

Your hips stuttered, the action mirrored by Jayce’s own as he pathetically bucked upwards.

The grainy pixels on the screen moved faster, you and Viktor grew louder, Jayce’s dick throbbed harder as he matched your pace, working himself tirelessly.

“Cum for me.” Viktor demanded, strained voice crackling through the phone’s speaker, “Cum on my cock.”

Your entire body pulled taut—fuck, Jayce could still remember how you felt seizing on his own cock—trembling and gasping, before you broke apart so beautifully.

Jayce followed immediately after, his cock spilling all over his hand while Viktor continued to fuck up into you.

Shirt clinging to his sweaty skin and muscles loose, Jayce slumped against the pillows behind him, staying like that until he heard Viktor’s muffled voice calling to him.

His hands fumbled for his phone before bringing it up to his face.

“There you are, milý.” Viktor chuckled, his movements a little shaky as he hobbled back towards the bed with the laptop in his arms, “I take it that you finished as well, then?”

Jayce rolled onto his side, “M-hmm.”

Viktor perched the laptop on the bedside table this time, he eased himself backwards until he was sitting against the headboard. In the meantime, you welcomed him back into the bed, wrapping your arms around Viktor’s slim waist as he ran a gentle hand through your hair.

Jayce’s eyes fluttered shut in contentment—imagining for just a second that he was right there next to you both—but then Viktor spoke again, “A pity.”

Confused, Jayce opened his eyes to see what his boyfriend was talking about and that’s when he saw it—Viktor’s cock, glistening wet and still achingly hard.

Pale fingers wrapped around the base, squeezing its way up intermittently, “I was hoping you could help me with this while our darling takes a break.”

Jayce swallowed the saliva that pooled in his mouth, “Uh, I don’t- I don’t mind.” he heard himself say, “What do you need?”

9. Substitute Prompt: Uniform Kink

General Audiences | Jayce/Viktor/Reader

“Alright, you can open your eyes now, querida.”

You clasped a hand over your mouth once you did.

Despite having spent the past ten minutes giddily picturing the reveal in your mind’s eye, it turned out that your imagination couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing.

The real thing being Jayce and Viktor standing in front of you in pilot uniforms.

“Well?” the taller of the men prompted with a toothy grin, “What do you think?”

“I- Wow. I mean, just-” you sputtered out, “Wow.”

It looked like these two had somehow got their hands on authentic uniforms. It was impossible to know which parts to soak in first—the way the pressed shirt hugged Jayce’s form? Or perhaps the way the dark slacks elongated Viktor’s legs? The men even had on the shoulder thingies with the stripes that marked their rank and status as pilots.

“You flatter us, darling.” Viktor chuckled, tugging his sleeve up so he could check his watch, “Shall we say… thirty minutes until you ‘bump into’ us at the restaurant?”

Both men turned to you expectantly while your teeth worried your bottom lip.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, about that…” your fingers drew circles and figure eights in the sheets, “Maybe… we could skip it?”

Your gaze moved back up to them when their warm laughter rang out.

“Are you thinking of ordering in instead, gorgeous?” Jayce grinned—the mattress dipped under his weight as he lowered himself next to you.

“Something like that.” you shrugged.

“I told you we should have waited until the restaurant for the reveal.” Viktor piped up.

You rolled your eyes, reaching for his tie to pull him down into a kiss—effectively shutting him up.

But you broke the kiss at the sound of paper(?) crinkling next to you.

“What’s that?” you asked Jayce.

“My lines.” he unfolded the sheet proudly, “We were gonna charm you with our pilot phraseology at the restaurant.”

“Don’t.” Viktor warned, now settling on the other side of you, “To be clear, I had nothing to do with that list; my approach was going to be far less pun-centered.”

You tossed your head back with a laugh, “What? Did you like, Google plane jokes for this?”

“I wouldn’t call them ‘plane’ per se though,” Jayce chirped, “they're pretty ‘engine-neous’ if I do say so mysel-”

“No…” you groaned, burying your face in your hands, “Stop.”

“Aww, come on!” he elbowed you in the side, “I was so sure that joke would land.”

“I will strangle you with my bare hands.”

“We all know that won’t do what you want it to.”

10. Consensual Non-Consent

Explicit | Viktor/Reader | Roleplay Scenario

NOTE: Everything that follows is within the boundaries discussed by the characters beforehand.

“Allow me to at least walk you to your car.” Viktor urged, “It is already dark outside.”

“Fuck no.” you snapped, fishing a couple of bills from out of you purse and tossing them onto the table without bothering to count them, “What more do you want from me, Viktor? You asked for a ‘closure talk’ and now we’ve had it. I’m leaving.”

It was creepy enough that—despite your best efforts—your ex-boyfriend had somehow traced you to this city. Worse, he had found where you worked and waited for you outside of the building.

And you were completely certain that the conniving little fucker knew exactly what he was doing because you couldn’t exactly blow your top in front of your colleagues and Cass from HR—let alone at someone who, from their perspective, looked like a nice, well-dressed disabled man.

Oh but you knew him far better than that.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you had hissed under your breath, “How did you even find me?”

And in that trademark Viktor-like manner, he had only brushed off your wrath, let out an indifferent, “Hello to you too” before inviting himself to your new place so that you could give him the “closure” he “deserved”.

You attempted to shake him off, to ignore him as he trailed after you towards your car. But he hadn’t lost an ounce of his stubbornness in the two years since you saw him last—going so far as to stand directly behind your car to prevent you from backing out of the parking space.

“Just one last conversation.” he pleaded in response to your threat to call for security—now well past the point of worrying about the potential gossip such an incident would stir up at the water cooler, “One last time and I promise I shall never disturb you again.”

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow, leaning out of your car window, “Never?”

“Never.” he assured you, “In fact, if you had only afforded me the decency of a proper breakup, I wouldn’t have needed to come here in the first place. But since you decided to disappear without even as much as a note, you can imagine it has been rather challenging to move on.”

Oh you were going to rip your hair out. Better yet, you were going to rip his hair out. Even post-breakup, everything was somehow still your fault.

Fucking sociopath.

“What are you doing?” he frowned as you ducked back into the car and grabbed your phone off of its dashboard holder.

You swiped to the camera and hit record, pointing the device at his face, “This is for future reference. Say it again, say that you won’t ever bother me after tonight once we have this ‘closure conversation’ or whatever the fuck.”

“On my life,” he placed a hand on his chest—a very dramatic gesture when paired with his choice of words, “if you allow me this final conversation, I will never approach you again.”

“Either online or in person or via any other medium ever, yeah?”

His eyes cast downwards at his cane—without context a viewer would think you were the monster here, “Yes. Ever.”

You had him restate his full name as well as the current date and time before ending the video—you hadn’t had the chance to check the requirements for filing a restraining order in this state yet, but it was probably more helpful than harmful to have evidence like this on hand for whenever you did file it.

Somewhat more at ease, you allowed him to get in the car—but like hell you’d ever let him find out where your new apartment was.

Instead, you opted to drive him to a coffee shop on the other side of the city, ready to give him a piece of your mind and no more than that.

But it became very clear early on in the conversation that Viktor wasn’t looking for closure at all. If anything, he was looking for an opening back into your life.

That was how you had arrived here, with Viktor asking to walk you to your car as you abruptly pushed your chair back from the table—so irritated that you didn’t even bother to ask for the server to transfer your still three-quarters-full coffee into a takeaway cup.

“This is the last time I will ever get to see you, yes?” now he was standing too, “Please, allow me the mercy of making the most of it.”

You rolled your eyes, did he really think the ‘wounded, pining lover’ act would work on you now?

“Yeah, whatever.” you all but snarled in exasperated acquiescence, “Let’s get this over with.”

Just as he had back on the office’s lot, Viktor trailed a few steps behind you on your way back to the car. Or at least, it had started out that way. But even without looking behind you, the quickening pace of his cane and the looming proximity of his shadow told you he was getting closer.

Unnerved and with the hairs on the back of your neck already standing at full attention, you dug into your purse more urgently for your car keys.

With shaky hands, you managed to get the car unlocked, just a few more paces and you’d be within the relative safety it offered.

Viktor’s voice sounded much closer than expected when he asked, “It is rather unfortunate that the conversation did not turn out more favorable, don’t you think?”

You reached for your car door’s handle, “There was only ever one way this conversation was going to end, Viktor.”

“Yes,” he sighed, the small sound followed by an ominous metallic click, “I see that now.”

***

“That’s more than enough stalling.”

Though his tone was calm, it was underscored by a tightness that was contagious enough it instantly spread to your chest.

“I’m not stalling.” you gritted out, not technically a lie considering the way your apartment keys jingled in your trembling hands, “It’s just hard to see.”

He clicked his tongue sympathetically, “My sweet girl,” he cooed, hooking his cane on his arm so that he could pluck the keys out of your hand—a necessary move since his other was already holding the gun, “Allow me.”

As he turned the lock, your eyes darted to the elevator at the end of the hall, silently begging for it to open, for one of your neighbors—even if it was Gary—to please, please stop this.

But no such salvation arrived.

Instead, your apartment door creaked as it swung wide open—what had been one of the best spaces in your life now on the cusp of becoming the worst.

You stood frozen in place even as the barrel of the gun dug into the small of your back.

“Viktor,” your voice cracked, tears streaking down and building on the dried-up tracks from the drive over, “please don’t do this. Please. Not here.”

“Oh, but we need our privacy, darling.” he tutted, a hand now pressing next to the gun, urging you over the threshold, “And our old apartment is a 9-hour flight away. This… will have to do for now.”

Stepping forward, you choked on a sob.

Fucking hell, this was really happening.

You had just crossed a figurative—and literal—point of no return.

Your entire body flinched as the door slammed close behind you.

“You moved on rather quickly, didn’t you?” Viktor snarled.

Even before you looked over your shoulder, you knew what you would find: his scornful features fixed on the framed photos of you and Jayce that currently sat on the mantle.

The smart move would obviously be to keep your mouth shut. But then again, if you were going to die at his hands tonight, you could at least attempt to traumatize him in return.

“I did.” you let out a hollow laugh, “And he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You let out a pained noise as he grabbed the back of your head and dragged you downwards until your knees hit the faux hardwood floor—the surprise was enough to dull the pain slightly; even in the deepest, darkest pits of the hell that had been your relationship with Viktor, he had never been physically abusive.

But then again, he had never pulled a gun on you before either.

“Say that again and I will kill you right now.” his hand tightened in your hair, “I meant what I said, darling: we will either belong to each other or to the earth’s depths. It really is that simple.”

“I hate you!” you screamed through snot and tears, hands clawing at where his own gripped your head, “I fucking hate you!”

But this remark elicited a far less wrathful reaction—perhaps because he had likely been expecting you to say something along those lines in the first place.

“No, you do not.” he remarked, almost sounding bored as he tapped the barrel of the gun against your shoulder, “Face me.”

With him refusing to let go of you, it was an awkward, painful shuffle on your knees as you turned to face him. Your eyes flickered down to his discarded cane on the floor, but before you could even register the opportunity, Viktor’s stronger leg was kicking it well out of reach.

“Sly little thing.” he let out a carefree laugh, as if he hadn’t just caught you thinking about bludgeoning him with his own mobility aid, “Please be reasonable, darling. Truly, I derive no pleasure from seeing you so upset. I shall ‘play nice’ if you promise to do the same.”

“Fuck you.”

If you tried, there were probably far better ways to word your utmost disgust with the man in front of you, but those two words must have done an adequate enough job of conveying your sentiments because his jaw tightened immediately.

“Have it your way, then.”

The cold tip of the gun’s barrel kissed your temple, “Unzip me.”

You glared up at him—defiant, enraged as your body trembled with every other emotion—but none of it dissuaded him.

And perhaps that in itself was more unnerving than anything else—the way he just stood there, eyes empty and expression indifferent; it contrasted sharply with the fact that he was desperate enough to hold you at gunpoint.

But then it hit you: none of this was desperation—only the purest calculation. There was no point appealing to his empathy, his so-called love for you, or any emotion whatsoever.

He wasn’t obsessed, just possessive and territorial—meaning his mission wasn’t to get you back, it was to reclaim you.

Defeated, your hands floated upwards to obey him, long-suppressed memories bubbling up to the surface once more. You didn’t recoil at them, however. Instead, you reached for them, sifted through them to remind yourself how Viktor liked it.

Maybe if you were good enough, efficient enough, you could end this torture with most of your dignity still intact.

Fresh tears welled up as you hooked under his underwear’s waistband and pulled his weeping member out—it looked exactly as you remembered, that same curve and familiar angry head.

You swallowed down the bile that rose in your throat as the slit of his cock made direct eye contact with you.

“Stalling again.” he tutted, dragging you face-first towards his crotch.

Rather than have him hook a finger—or, since his hands were needed to multitask, the barrel of the gun—into your mouth to pry it open, you opened voluntarily, tucking your tongue behind your bottom lip to cover your teeth.

He groaned at the sight, the indication—outside of his erection—that you were having any effect on him at all.

“Hands behind your back.” he commanded, holding the gun high and well out of reach but still aimed at you. The second you complied, his cock’s head breached your lips, filling you up in one—agonizingly slow—drag.

Your tears spilled over when he nudged the back of your throat. The weight and shape of him familiar on your tongue, pooling wetness at the corners of your mouth and in the gusset of your underwear.

This means nothing. you steeled yourself, repeating, It’s a biological reaction.

Get this over with.

You hollowed your cheeks in a steady, pulsing sucks as you started drawing back, allowing his tip to trail salty pre-cum along the bed of your tongue. Your body shuddered at the once forgotten taste.

Memories of cold nights made warmer by shared body heat, by his heat, by this heat cradled between your lips flickered behind your eyes. But sinking back down onto him, promptly pushed them out of your head.

There was no space for them now.

You just needed to get this over with.

Slowly but surely, you built up your pace—up and down, up and down, up and a slow swirl of your tongue, and then down.

Over and over.

Deeper and deeper.

The pleasured groan you pulled out of him overrode your survival instincts and you dared to glance upwards. The regret was instant.

His cheeks were now a rosy pink, amber eyes watching you with a soft fondness that felt so horribly out of place here and now. Your tears returned with a vengeance as you realized a new reason why the sight felt like a stab in the heart—it was too similar to the way he looked at you when you had first met.

“It’s alright, sweet thing,” he cooed as you sobbed around his dick, the hand in your hair now patted your head gently as though you were a dog, “I’m here now. I missed you too.”

Your nails dug into the flesh of your own arms behind you, partially outraged at the blatantly deliberate misinterpretation of your reactions, but also at the fact that deep down—on a level you had been successfully pretending didn’t exist—a part of you had missed him.

No.

Well, maybe.

Yes?

It was difficult to think through the fog that had settled over your mind—a defense mechanism of sorts, surely.

His cock slipped all the way out of your mouth, but instead of sinking down on it as quickly as possible—getting this over with as quickly as possible—you found yourself tenderly kissing your way up the shaft.

“That’s it.” he urged, tone sincere even as he shifted his hips to let his length to spread the mess onto your cheek, “There she is—my perfect girl.”

You shivered, thighs pressing together as you resumed painting his length with your sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, the tip of your tongue making shy appearances whenever the notion seized you.

You only realized that your eyes had fallen shut when the hand that had been in your hair suddenly wrapped itself around your neck, stilling your movements.

A whine bubbled up in your throat at the loss and you only succeeded in swallowing half of it down.

“Say it.” Viktor demanded, fingers tightening just a smidge around your neck.

You looked up at him in bewilderment—say what?

He let out a cruel laugh, “There is no point in acting coy when it is all practically written on your face.” his thumb stroked idly beside your pulse point, “So be honest, what do you want me to do for you, sweet girl?”

Your eyebrows furrowed together.

You didn’t want anything from him, obviously. He had forced you into this.

But when you opened your mouth to tell him as much, nothing came out.

“I said to be honest.” he hissed—evidently, he had already deduced your response without you needing to say it, “Admit that you want me back—that you want my cock inside you.”

“N-No!” you choked out instinctively, forgetting the command to keep your hands behind your back as you clawed at the hand now around your neck, “No, I-”

“Stop lying.” Viktor snarled, exhibiting a surprising amount of strength as he dragged you upwards by your neck, forcing you to come to a stand on your sore, wobbly legs, “Take your pants off.”

Your eyes widened at the command, dread rising from your stomach and up your esophagus.

“No!” you gasped out despite the restriction on your windpipe, “No, please, Viktor, don’t-”

But the gun was digging through the shirt of your fabric and into your sternum in no time.

“Take them off,” he repeated, his voice back to that cold, unfeeling tone once more, “so I can prove that you’re lying to me.”

It was difficult to unbutton your pants with your hands trembling as much as they were, but the task was rendered almost impossible with the way your tears clouded your vision.

When you eventually managed to peel your pants and underwear down, the obscene sensation of your wet underwear clinging to your cunt for a second longer was humiliating enough to kill you.

“As I thought.” Viktor chuckled darkly again, gaze flickering downward and then back up to your own, “You may apologize for lying to me, miláčku.”

“I’m sorry.” you croaked out, shivering with your weeping cunt exposed to the living room’s air, “I’m sorry for-” you swallowed before forcing out the last word, “for lying.”

It wasn’t a lie. a bolt of clarity sliced through the fog, This is nothing but a normal biological reaction.

You fell forward, curling into him when—without warning—his free hand dropped from your neck in favor of parting your folds.

“Viktor.” you gasped into his shirt as his middle finger slipped into you suddenly.

“Say it.” he whispered into your hair, “Beg for my cock.”

You swallowed again, soothing the needles in your throat, “Viktor, I-”

His finger moved in shallow, teasing thrusts, “Ask me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, “I’m- Please.”

“Yes?”

“I-”

The sound of keys jingling in the apartment’s lock washed over you like a bucket of cold water. Seized by panic, you immediately pushed at his chest—belatedly realizing that you should have used that one opening, as well as your proximity to him, to make a grab for his gun instead.

Instead, your lack of good judgments had led you here: half-naked and on your butt on the floor.

Viktor worked quickly to tuck himself back into his underwear before holding a finger to his lips, silencing you as he calmly aimed right at your head.

Jayce yelped in surprise when the door finally swung open, you watched his entire body lock as his mind took in the scene before him.

“Make a single noise and she dies.” Viktor took a step back, putting him closer to the armchair and allowing him to keep his eyes on both you and Jayce at the same time, “And naturally of course, if you run, she dies. Now lock the door.”

Jayce’s face contorted into a whirlwind of emotions before the gravity of the situation properly set in.

“I will not ask twice.”

Viktor’s voice jolted both you and Jayce into action. You fumbled for your discarded pants and underwear while Jayce did as he was told and locked the door.

“Hands on the back of your head.” Viktor barked just as Jayce turned back around to face you both, “And stand over there.” he flicked the gun towards one of the emptier corners of the living room—probably so he couldn’t grab anything to attack Viktor with.

“Okay, okay.” your boyfriend blurted out, keeping his hands where Viktor could see them as he trudged to the other side of the room, “Just don’t hurt her.” his eyes locked with yours for a split second, silently checking in and attempting to reassure you at the same time.

“Quite an impressive build.” Viktor smirked at you as though you two were sharing some inside joke, “As much as it irritates me to say so, I can almost see why you kept this one around, darling.”

You didn’t dare respond, hands tightening in the fabric of your discarded pants that you had pulled across your lap in a flimsy attempt to pick up the shards of your shattered dignity.

“‘Darling’?” you heard Jayce echo cluelessly before he gasped an, “Oh shit. You’re Viktor.”

“Ah, so she has mentioned me, then?” chuckled your deranged ex, “By contrast, I am afraid that everything I know about you I had to research myself, Jayce.”

That remark caught your attention.

After abandoning your graduate program in the Czech Republic, you deleted all of your socials, changed your number, and moved to a state separate from your family, warning them that if someone named Viktor—or just any vaguely Eastern European guy with a cane—came looking for you, the story was that as far as they knew, you were still abroad.

And just like you had for the last two years, you remained hyper-vigilant about what you revealed to whom. And especially tonight when the very monster you had sought to hide from had reared his head.

And yet, Viktor had somehow managed to still keep tabs on you.

Huh.

Perhaps one should have a stronger reaction to finding out just how thoroughly her ex had managed to stalk her—and all while based in a completely different continent too. But after everything else that had happened tonight, it felt like nothing could truly shock you anymore.

A contented sigh snapped you out of your thoughts—it turned out to be Viktor easing himself into one of the armchairs, “Come here, darling.” he beckoned you over, switching the gun to his other hand so he could idly massage his weaker leg, “I have been more than patient enough.”

Every instinct of survival screamed at you to comply, but the muscles in your body refused to listen.

“Did you not hear me?” Viktor murmured, “Or is his presence distracting you? Perhaps you would like me to remedy that, yes?” he aimed the weapon at Jayce.

“Wait!” you clumsily scrambled to your feet, abandoning your pants once again on the floor, “I’ll do it.”

“No! Querida, you don't have-”

“That’s enough out of you.” Viktor hissed at the other man, “Put your hands back on your head.”

Viktor’s expression softened when you approached the armchair. With something akin to affection, Viktor had you take off the rest of your clothes, running his hungry eyes over your form with each of your movements.

Hugging yourself, you didn’t dare look back at Jayce—though you could almost feel his eyes boring into you from behind.

You flinched at Viktor lightly swatting your hands away.

“Let me see you.”

Viktor let out a groan the second your arms fell away, “Perfect.” Long fingers prodded at your hip until you reluctantly turned around, forced to make eye contact with Jayce anyway.

Your heart pounded in your ears so loudly you could barely hear Viktor’s next words. But his arm wrapping around the middle of your waist and pulling you backwards onto his lap was a pretty huge clue.

“Viktor.” you protested weakly as his soft, dry lips brushed against your neck, minding his weaker leg—lest he shoot you for aggravating it—even as you squirmed, “Please don’t-”

“It’s alright.” his teeth grazed your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “Ignore him. You were doing so well for me before he ruined everything.”

You gripped his hand when it attempted to dip between your legs, “Not here.” you pleaded, “Not-”

“Not in front of him?” Viktor’s fingers curled around your chin, making you look at Jayce head-on. The gun’s cold tip kissed the small of your back, “But he needs to understand, sweet girl, that this is what happens when you take something that isn’t yours. We can keep him around to learn, or not at all.”

By now, Jayce had been reduced to a blurry blob in your teary vision. But you could still ‘see’ his distress in your mind’s eye.

Once again, it looked like the only salvation lay in getting this over with as quickly as possible. Even if there was no point appealing to Viktor’s ‘affection’ for you, perhaps there was hope in stoking his lust, feeding into his possessiveness.

With that in mind, you parted your legs, lifted your hips, and guided him with a trembling hand until his tip nudged at your entrance. With his hand under your chin still tilting your face towards Jayce, you could only squeeze your eyes shut—thank goodness Viktor wasn’t keen on having either of his captives speak because you’d certainly die of embarrassment if you had to explain why, under these conditions, your cunt was somehow glistening wet.

No. You knew why, this was just a natural purely physical reaction—nothing more.

Nothing more.

Viktor’s grip on you tightened as you sank down slowly.

Gasping for air, you just about managed to choke down the majority of a whimper. Behind you, Viktor didn’t sound much better—his sharp breaths just barely concealing the groans beneath them.

Another sob escaped you when you finally bottomed out.

He wasn’t as thick as Jayce, but the way he filled you up now felt infinitely more overwhelming.

The hand on your chin, dropped to curl around your neck instead, pulling you back until the back of your head hit his shoulder.

His wet tongue dragged across your cheek, tasting the salt on it, “Open your eyes.” he murmured, “I don’t want you picturing anyone else inside you.”

“Viktor.” you pleaded—but for what exactly was lost to you at the moment, “I can’t-”

“Do it.” he snarled, fingers digging into the sides of your windpipe, "I have afforded you more than enough leniency tonight already.”

With another sob, you cracked your eyes open but buried your face in Viktor’s neck as quickly as humanly possible—unable to bear the disgust Jayce was definitely wearing at the sight before him.

“Pretty girl.” Viktor cooed, pressing a deceptively soft kiss to the top of your head, “So sweet to me.” his hand finally released your neck, dropping down to tease your clit instead, “So wet.”

“N-No.” you gasped out, his circular ministrations making you clench around him.

“I know you better than that.” his fingers pressed firmer—surer—despite your attempts to still his hand, “You’re so desperate for me.”

Your hips squirmed, betraying you entirely, “I’m not-”

“Let me see you.” he murmured, dragging the gun against your skin as if to remind you that it was still there—as if you’d ever forget, “And stop fighting it, darling. Let me hear you.”

His fingers pinched your clit punishingly, pulling more pleas and yelps out of you.

Please cum, you begged him wordlessly, please cum and end this. Please cum.

Teeth sank into your neck, which you hadn’t even realized you had bared, your head now barely hanging off his shoulder.

Please.

Viktor’s hips thrust upwards—short, quick jerks that had his length kissing the perfect spot inside you.

Cum.

“Say it.” his voice cut through the fog again as his ministrations on your clit slowed down, “Say that you’re mine—only mine.”

“Viktor…” you slurred, writhing weakly in his hold, “I’m-”

Cum.

Please.

“You’re what?” he growled, hot breath hitting the shell of your ear, “Speak properly.”

“Please.” you sobbed, “Cum.”

“No. Apologize first.” his finger dipped to trace along where you were joined, the sensation jolting you again, “Say you’re sorry for leaving—for ruining what we had.” he punctuated his last words with a thrust.

“Mngh-’m sorry.” you sobbed, hands scrambling for purchase wherever they could find it, “Sorry. Please. Sorry, Viktor. Sorry.”

He thrust again, then again, “Say you’re mine.”

Another thrust.

“Yours.” you wailed out, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, “‘m yours. Please.”

“Again.” he grabbed your chin, snapping your face towards him, “Say it again.”

“I’m yours.” you rasped out, miserably failing to blink the tears away while your body squirmed, “Yours, Viktor.”

His pleased groan rumbled through his chest and into your back, “Again.” you yelped again as his thumb returned to your clit, “My perfect girl, keep talking.”

Needy, desperate, and terrified, you obeyed—choking on your spit as you blubbered incoherently. With every roll of his hips, with every ruthless circle on your clit, with every thrust of his tongue between your parted lips, your body pulled itself tighter and tighter.

Until finally, mercifully, you came—convulsing on top of his cock spearing you open. Warmth flooded your insides almost immediately after you flooded his thighs.

“Mine.” Viktor groaned, panting against your mouth as he repeated, “You’re mine.”

In your disoriented daze, you could only burrow into the safety of the crook of his neck. Your body hummed and buzzed with the satisfaction of a mission accomplished—you had made him cum, it was over now.

Although a distant voice at the back of your mind continued to insist that this was wrong—that you had done it wrong somehow.

But you shoved it down, focusing instead on the way your fluttering walls continued to involuntarily milk Viktor’s softening cock.

“Mine.” you whispered back, inhaling the sweat and musk of him, “All mine.”

***

“Thanks, handsome.” you accepted the steaming cup of tea from Viktor, “Where’s your cup?”

“I shall pass for now, thank you.” he explained, settling next to you on the couch, “With the adrenaline having now fully dissipated, I fear chamomile or any other relaxant will knock me out completely.”

You knew exactly what he meant.

Cradling the cup in your hands, you had to stifle a yawn of your own as you lay your head on his shoulder. On the other side of you, Jayce balanced his laptop on his crossed legs, the designated notes-taker for tonight as you three debriefed each other about the scene from earlier.

Step one was checking in, giving each other the chance to discuss any crossed lines or unload any lingering negative feelings. Step two was processing, going through the pre-planned bulleted list or “overview” to see how many points were actually implemented and to give notes on the execution of them.

“Honestly, I had no idea what you were doing at all.” you confessed to Jayce with a chortle, “I think we put you too far away, big guy—I couldn’t see shit through my tears; and with my heart pounding in my ears, sometimes I could barely hear you either.”

“Seriously?” Jayce clicked his tongue, “And I was acting my fucking heart out the entire time. Do either of you have any idea how many tutorials I watched about how to cry on command?”

“Aww.” you turned your head to plant a kiss on his cheek, “Sorry, honey. Maybe next time we’ll have an excuse for you to be much closer, yeah?”

“That will be tough considering his wingspan, strength, and agility, however.” Viktor tapped his chin, “Any intelligent uh, captor or assailant would realistically either dispose of Jayce immediately in that situation or, as we did, maintain as much distance as possible.”

“Unless…” Jayce straightened up, “I was ‘drugged’ or something. Or- or maybe I got tied up in my sleep?”

Viktor hummed, “That could work…”

Ah, it appeared the conversation had moved to step three: strategizing. You listened with interest as the men suggested new possibilities, looking to you every so often for back-up and/or assent.

Perhaps other people would consider this a strange or “disturbing” way for the three of you to express your love for each other.

But as you sipped your tea, sandwiched between two warm bodies with a blanket across your lap, you found that you begged to differ.

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11. Somnophilia (Consensual)

Explicit | Viktor/Reader | Cunnilingus

For as long as he could remember, Viktor had always been a relatively light sleeper—save for the nights when he had pushed himself past his physical limits for work until his body effectively forced a total shut down.

And it was likely that poor sleep quality that was to blame for why Viktor paradoxically tended to rise later than either of his partners—a theory supported by the fact that Jayce, by all means an excellent sleeper, had no issues being the very first to rise every morning.

But as Viktor lazily stretched his arms out this morning—far and out so he could loosen up his spine—his hand brushed against something.

Opening his eyes revealed that you were still here—fast asleep with your chest rising and falling in calm, even breaths.

Panic rose and then quickly subsided when he realized that it was Saturday morning.

Viktor rolled onto his side, throwing an arm over your waist for leverage as he pulled himself closer.

“Good morning.” he whispered when you stirred slightly, but no response came.

Poor thing.

You had mentioned that it had been an especially trying week at work and-

Viktor’s gaze flickered past you to your bottle of melatonin sitting on Jayce’s bedside table.

Ah. Right.

You had accidentally taken your melatonin twice last night.

“Shit!” you had coughed out immediately after you had swallowed the tablet and mouthful of water down.

“What’s wrong, querida?”

“I just realized I already took one earlier,” you explained, “and then I remembered that I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet, so I did. But then…” you let out an exasperated sigh that morphed into a groan, “since I was on autopilot, I just took a second one—I always take my melatonin after brushing my fucking teeth.”

“Uh-oh.” Jayce chuckled, making no attempt to hide his amusement at your predicament since an extra melatonin tablet wasn’t actually going to hurt you, “Welp, you better lie down ASAP, gorgeous—you could drop any second.”

Before you had the chance to react, Jayce had picked you up and tossed you onto the mattress, earning a stream of bubbly laughs and empty threats.

Just remembering it was enough to bring a smile to Viktor’s face now.

Carefully, he swiped a fallen eyelash off your cheek before pressing a kiss to the same spot. The action earned him the reward of the faint scent of your moisturizer flooding his nostrils.

Viktor inhaled deeper, the scent and oxygen flooding his brain and flushing out any grogginess.

He should probably get up, make some coffee, perhaps fry something up quickly and bring it back here to share. Wouldn’t that be a thoughtful way to wake you up?

But as his thumb stroked idly over your shirt, another potential way to wake you up came to mind.

With permission, Jayce had had the chance to surprise either you or Viktor with it a handful of times before. And on at least one occasion, Viktor had even woken up to you and Jayce tag-teaming him.

Today, with Jayce evidently already out taking his run, it seemed like today was Viktor’s chance to get some payback.

So Viktor pressed one more kiss to your forehead before carefully shifting position.

You shivered when he rolled the blanket off of you, causing him to freeze his movements.

“Sorry, miláčku.” he murmured, balling up the covers before depositing it on the other side of the mattress, “I promise it will be worth it.”

His mind buzzed with possibilities for his next move, running calculations in a manner and method not too dissimilar from the one he applied to his work.

He didn’t even realize he had been absent-mindedly kneading and squeezing the plush of your thigh until you let out a small noise that pulled him out of his head. Without realizing it, you had just helped determine what his next move should be after all.

Viktor’s hands moved with a new purpose, massaging their way up your leg unhurriedly, his eyes fixed on your face—reveling in the soft, relaxed expression he found there. Before long, he had switched to showing your other leg the same attention, lifting it onto his lap so he could really dig his thumb into your calf in the same way you always asked him to.

You sighed again, a pretty sound.

And before he had even fully registered it, he had hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your pajama bottoms to peel them off of you—the task a tad more challenging with your unconscious form completely limp.

But he did eventually get them off, eyes now greedily running over his prize. You shivered again at the first brush of his fingers over your bare skin, goosebumps rising in the aftermath, enticing him to start kissing them down.

More shivers.

Viktor’s eyes instinctively flickered upwards to see if you were waking up, but the weight of your slack limbs already telling him the answer.

The higher he kissed and licked and caressed and nipped up your legs, the quicker your breathing picked up. Sliding a hand under your thigh, he eased your legs further apart, his own blood rushing in his ears as he hoped for-

Yes.

His eyes fell on the damp spot that had formed in your underwear and he let out a groan as the final threads of his restraint snapped and fell away.

As the more dominant partner during sex, Viktor often found himself needing to keep his own desperation in check so he could ensure he was reining you and Jayce in as needed, helping balance, mediate, and oversee when necessary.

But your eyes weren’t on him now—neither were Jayce’s.

So there were no witnesses to the way he plunged nose-first into the thin fabric wrapped around your cunt.

His lips mouthed feverishly against the wet spot, tongue laving over it to taste as much of you as he could, unable to stop yet another groan from escaping.

Above him, your fingers twitched at your sides in aborted little movements while your breathing came out in shallow huffs.

“Perfect.” Viktor whispered into you—whether for your benefit or his own, he wasn’t sure—before finding your clit through the fabric and giving it an experimental suck.

Instantly, your hips bucked upwards, the movement so pronounced that Viktor thought you had for sure woken up by now. But in the end, it appeared that your body had only reacted reflexively.

Nosing deeper into the fabric, his lips pressed against where your pussy lips—soft and perfectly puffy—called to him.

His patience quickly waning, Viktor settled properly between your legs before hooking a finger into the ruined material.

When he pulled it to the side to finally grant himself a proper taste, a part of him foolishly harbored the hope that he’d manage to get a little further without disturbing your sleep. But at the first pass of his tongue through your folds, you practically jolted awake above him.

With his view mostly obstructed by your mound, Viktor couldn’t see the look on your face, but he certainly heard your choked out gasp above him—he took that as a sign to carry on with his task.

“Vi-iktor?” you groaned, familiar fingers tangling in his hair while more of your slick painted his lips, “Vikt- ah- fuck.”

Pleased, he couldn’t help but smile against you, shoving his tongue past your entrance as far as it could go—a little ‘good morning’ greeting of sorts.

And how delighted he was to find you greeting him back, hips unabashedly rolling against his face, hungering for him just as much as he hungered for you.

After a little bit of fumbling, he finally managed to get one of your thighs over his shoulder. With the slight change in angle opening you up better for him, he decided to switch tactics.

Dragging your underwear down to your mid-thighs had the unfortunate result of Viktor removing his tongue, but two of his fingers quickly remedied the situation.

You groaned again, your leg almost sliding off his shoulder as he opened you up even wider.

Another noise—clipped and desperate—rang in his ears as his lips locked onto your clit, spoiling the gummy nub while his fingers pressed deeper.

Perhaps it was a bit much to give someone who had just woken up.

But you voiced no complaints, so perhaps your dissipating drowsiness was numbing the stretch’s burn.

“Good?” he raised his head to meet your gaze, pistoning fingers gradually picking up the pace.

“Mm.” you smiled lazily down at him, stretching your arms as your hips rolled up to meet his thrusts, “So good. Come up here—wanna kiss you.”

And how could he deny such an endearing request? He crawled up your body, a feat rendered a little more challenging as he ensured his fingers stayed exactly where they needed to be.

As soon as the kiss broke, you admitted, “I was dreaming of you for a second there.”

“Is that so?” his eyebrows shot up, “Or are you merely saying that to spare my feelings because you were actually envisioning Jayce?”

“No.” you let out an offended huff, lifting a hand to brush back some of his hair, “It was you. I can tell the difference between how your lips move and the pressure you apply.”

Amused, Viktor immediately put your statement to the test by diving forward to capture your lips again, earning a happy hum out of you—which then melted into a moan as he twisted his wrist simultaneously.

It took him a second, but he realized that you were mumbling something against his lips,

“Hm?” he pulled back, slightly out of breath with the exertion, “What did you say, darling?”

You nosed under his jaw, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you answered, “I said, ‘fuck me’.”

“Such crass language.” he tutted, feigning dismay, “Rewarding such behavior would be disastrous.”

“Viktor.” you whined.

He withdrew his hand from your wet heat, a regrettable but necessary measure to relieve his wrist.

Next, he brought his slicked fingers to your lips, which parted without hesitation for him, “But perhaps I can be persuaded if you agree to one condition.”

You gave his fingers a final suckle before releasing them with a pop, “What?”

“You won’t cum until Jayce gets back from his run.”

12. Kneeling

Mature | Jayce/Viktor/Reader

“Really?” your eyebrows shot up as you reentered the room, hand tightening around the towel wrapped around yourself, “You guys aren’t done?”

“Not yet.” Viktor answered, “He insists he is just fine.”

The men were in the exact same positions as they had been before you left for your own shower: Viktor sitting on the bottom edge of the mattress while Jayce knelt with his hands behind his back just two or three feet away from him.

The only difference now was that the towel that had been around Viktor’s waist had been pulled open, allowing him to stroke his angry red cock without impediment.

“Please, V.” Jayce’s hoarse voice dripped with want, boxers bulging as he eyed Viktor’s stroking hand, “Let me make you feel good.”

A silent chuckle escaped you as you brushed past the men to retrieve fresh clothes. In terms of punishment, it was just a little cruel considering that Jayce’s only crime was pinching Viktor’s butt when the shorter man had come out of the shower.

“Mm… no.” came Viktor’s even reply, “You have yet to earn it.”

Jayce let out an indignant scoff—as you set your clothes down on the dresser, you caught Jayce’s arms ripple and flex in the mirror’s reflection as though he was fighting every muscle in his body to not grab Viktor, “Come on! I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me?”

“All I ask is for proof that you are capable of self-restraint.” the shorter man returned, tone blunt and weary. But at least it softened when he called to you, “Darling, would you please come here?”

“Oh no you don’t.” you reached for your underwear and began slipping it on, “Unlike you two, I have plans of making it to work on time.”

“It will only take a moment.” Viktor insisted, his free hand beckoning you over, “If Jayce passes this test, he can stop kneeling.”

You decided it would be in everyone’s best interests if you complied rather than waste any more time arguing, so you padded across the floor to where Viktor waited for you.

“Thank you, darling.” he purred, hands dragging along your sides, squeezing you through the towel as he so pleased, “Would you like to feel too, Jayce?”

The other man shook his head furiously, “N-Not without permission.” he gritted out.

“Well done, milý.” Viktor cooed, spinning you around so that you had your back to the man on his knees, “Just one last question and then you can stand up again, perhaps even touch me.”

You gasped in surprise as Viktor’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck, bending you forward until your head met the crook of his neck, exposing the bottom half of your body to the other man.

Lithe fingers pulled your underwear—the only fabric maintaining your decency in this lewd position—to the side to expose your cunt to the room’s air as Viktor asked, “Would you like to taste?”

A silence followed, but it didn’t last long.

Jayce’s prodding tongue—warm and wet—dragged through your folds in one long swipe, drawing groans out of you and its owner.

“A pity.” Viktor chuckled, his hand continuing to hold you open, “Though not entirely unexpected.”

“Vikto- ah- you’ve made your point—he lost.” you exhaled against his neck, “Now let me up.”

But the hand on the nape of your neck only pressed you closer, “But darling, the condition was that Jayce would get to stop kneeling if he passed the test. Did he pass?”

Bastard.

“N-No.” you gritted out, your hips already starting to grind against the other man’s face.

“There you go.”

Body going limp between the men, you resigned yourself to your fate. Perhaps the possibility of being a few minutes late to work wasn’t so bad after all.

13. Dildos + Dom Bottom/Sub Top (Pegging)

Explicit | Viktor/Reader

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Viktor let out a breathless laugh, his chestnut waves framing his head on the pillow making him look ethereal even with his legs spread under you, “More than okay, darling. That dildo pales in comparison to Jayce, does it not?”

With your arms already starting to burn with how long you had been hovering over him, you moved to sit back on your haunches, “Yeah, but Jayce knows what he’s doing.”

Hearing his name, the taller man grunted. He swallowed the last of his water before returning the glass to his bedside table, “But how does anyone learn how to do anything? It’s good for you to practice, querida.”

Your cheeks flushed redder despite the reassurance. Being the more experienced between you two with regards to anal sex, Jayce had already put in the work of patiently prepping and opening up Viktor. On the other hand, you had the relatively straightforward task of penetration, which—for whatever reason—was far more daunting than you had initially assumed.

“More lube, I think.” you stretched to retrieve the bottle from Jayce’s side of the bed, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, darling.” Viktor smiled at you fondly, “But by all means, please do whatever would put you at better ease.”

More embarrassment, this time it licked its way up your spine as you uncapped the bottle and stroked the strap-on at your hip level. Even while bottoming, Viktor was prioritizing your comfort and enjoyment.

Jayce piped up again, putting whatever time your hesitation was wasting to good use by suggesting, “What about doggy style instead, V? It’d make the angle easier for her. Only if your leg’s being good to you, of course.”

“Ah, a good point, milý.” he pushed himself up on his elbows, “My leg is fine so far, but to be safe, getting some support pillows under me would be ideal.”

Stiffly, you watched as Viktor got into his new position. If Jayce opening Viktor up for you had been the training wheels on a bike, then what the hell was this supposed to be?

But you weren’t the type to let discouragement get in your way.

You poured more lube onto the dildo—this was the last time, no more stalling—before tracing Viktor’s pink rim with the remnants. In return, Viktor gave you an approving hum, relaxing further into the mound of pillows under him.

Lining yourself up, you let out a deep breath, “Okay. Okay. Stop me if anything hurts, yeah?”

“I will, miláčku. Whenever you’re ready.”

A huff escaped through your nose—shouldn’t the penetrating partner be the one saying that?

But before you could get lost in your head again, you pushed forward, not stopping until the dildo’s tip popped past the ring of muscle.

Your heart thumped so loudly in your ears, you almost missed Viktor’s pleasured groan.

“Keep going.” he gritted out.

It took a second to even process the command given how distracted you were by the fluttering pink rim around the purple intruder. His urging pulled you out of your daze long enough to comply—slowly, carefully, you fed the toy deeper.

By the time you had bottomed out, you were completely out of breath. It wasn’t that there was much resistance—in fact, there was hardly any, it was the feverish headiness that came with the pressure of not wanting to fuck up.

“You okay?” you panted, taking care to keep most of your weight off of him.

“Perfect.” came his answering groan, “You can move, darling. I won’t break.”

You knew that, of course, having witnessed Jayce plow into him with about ten times your strength. But still, your inexperience on this side of sex was making you second guess everything, so you remained frozen despite the bright green light Viktor had just given.

Sensing your concern, Jayce shuffled closer to you, “Try like this, querida.” Large hands wrapped around each of your hips, guiding you to adjust your angle of approach, “And you’re allowed to lean on him a little, to press him down a little—even you’ve said it feels better that way, right?”

No sooner did you do as you were told did Viktor let out another moan of encouragement.

“Now try to stay along the same angle as you’re pulling back.” the taller man instructed, “Keeping everything consistent goes a long way. So… start out slow and you can build from there.”

You nodded a thanks. As the receiver, Viktor seemed content with and understanding of whatever your amateur technique could offer. But Jayce, as the sweetheart who wanted to quell your anxieties, was more than happy to answer your unspoken questions and doubts.

The slide backwards was smoother, albeit slower. You pulled back about halfway before slamming back in again, rocking Viktor’s body and earning an ‘ah’ out of him.

As intoxicating as it felt to jostle your boyfriend’s form, it would be difficult to maintain a consistent pace and angle with his hips swaying like this.

So before the next pull back, your hands settled on the creases of his hips to hold them in place.

Oh.

You had never really given it much thought whenever Jayce or Viktor’s hands settled on your hips like this, but in hindsight, it was painfully obvious why they often found their way there.

Consistency.

You repeated the word in your head over and over as you found a comfortable pace—hips back, then forward, back then forward, again and again.

In your hands, Viktor’s hips had started pushing back to meet your thrusts, “Tilt ah- your pelvis a little.” he directed, “See if you can- Fuck. Yes, there. Perfect.” his thighs were already quivering with the pleasure, the sight making your mouth water as you drilled into his prostate.

“It looks like she can fuck.” Jayce raised a playful eyebrow at you, “You’re being so sweet to him, querida. But since you’re the giver now, you don’t have to follo-”

“Jayce.” Viktor’s head snapped up, his flushed cheeks and pinched eyebrows looked over his shoulder, “Stop being so insufferable.”

“I’ve got you, V.” you cooed, slipping a hand under to find his throbbing cock leaking into the pillows, “Just tell me what to do.”

Closing your hand around the base of him earned you another delicious moan.

“Are you sure about adding your hand, darling?” he gritted out, cock twitching in your hold, “The coordination might get eh, tricky.”

Your hand slid down to thumb at his tip, palm gliding side-to-side under the ridge of it, “That’s fine. I’m a fast learner.”

14. Possessive Sex

Explicit | Jayce/Reader | Slight Humiliation

“To be fair, I don’t think anyone saw it coming.” you chuckled, grabbing another fry out of the basket, “She tended to keep to herself anyway.”

“Nuh-uh.” Samantha piped up from across the table, “I literally clocked it the day she joined. I just didn’t want to be nosy so Eli’s the only one I tol-” she elbowed Eli next to her, “Didn’t I tell you so?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eli rolled his eyes, but the smile that tugged at his lips showed there was no real heat behind it, “Congrats, you’ve got the ultimate gay-dar, yay…”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Bumping into these two tonight proved that not much had changed between them in the year since you switched employers.

“Oh!” you snapped your fingers, “Sorry for the sudden topic change, but shouldn’t you be getting your master’s soon, Eli?”

“Yup.” he grinned, “Got my panel defense in a couple of weeks. If things go well, you might be getting a call for all of us to grab drinks soon.”

“I already have my master’s.” Jayce blurted out next to you, “So does Viktor.”

You turned your head, furrowing your eyebrows at him as you mouthed a bewildered, What?

But he only continued to push the leftover remnants of his salad around his plate.

“Uh, yeah, honey. That’s also true.” you let out a sheepish cough before attempting to move the conversation forward, “Drinks sound great, Eli. And pressure’s useful, but of course, don’t let it psych you out. Knowing you, you’ve got this in the bag.”

Jayce let out a strained, “Well…” pulling another pointed look out of you.

It turned out to be enough to quell Jayce’s uncharacteristically rude contributions to the conversation for the rest of the evening. From that point forward, he mostly kept his contributions to little grunts or one-word utterances.

Thankfully, Eli and Samantha didn’t seem to notice—or perhaps didn’t care—it wasn’t like they knew Jayce that well anyway.

Still, there was no way you could just let the bizarre treatment slide—so you vowed silently to let him know as much the second you got home.

However, before you had the chance to open your mouth—in fact, even before your keys had even hit their designated bowl on the console table—Jayce had pushed you up against the entryway closet’s door.

Just as your throat attempted to squeak out a protest, his lips crashed into yours, smothering you completely.

“Jayce.” you just about managed to gasp out, “Jayce, wha-”

But the usual hunger in Jayce’s kisses was missing the sweetness that typically accompanied it. That fact, combined with his heavy frame pressing you into the wall had now turned his kisses truly suffocating.

You whined against his lips, the sound coming out a little higher and more pitiful than you had intended.

It took a few more seconds, but Jayce finally let you up for air.

“He really gets on my nerves.” he grumbled.

Gasping for air, it took you a second to process his remark.

“Eli?” you croaked out, “But why? He’s nic-”

Before you could make your defense, his hands had dipped behind your thighs and lifted you up, causing your legs to instinctively wrap around him.

Unfazed by the punches you landed on his chest and shoulders as punishment for surprising you, Jayce added, “He still likes you.”

Your eyebrows pinched together, “Eli?” you let out a noise of exasperation, “Is that why you’ve been so weirdly hostile to him? That’s not even- He asked me out ages ago.”

“It was only last year.” Jayce reminded, his hold tightening on you, “And I don’t like the way he leers at you.”

“‘Leers’?” you chuckled in disbelief, “Jayce, he does not-”

“He does.” insisted your boyfriend, “It’s not normal for a coworker—especially a former coworker—to stare at you like that.”

Like what? you almost asked, but for the umpteenth time tonight, your boyfriend denied you the chance. You didn’t get even the slightest warning when he carried you away from the wall and towards the bedroom.

“People stare at you all the time.” you countered, arms tightening around his neck as each step jostled your body, “You don’t see me or Viktor complaining about it.”

“Yeah? Well, you and Viktor aren’t as clingy.” he nudged the bedroom door open with his shoulder, “So of course neither of you are as bothered.”

“That’s not tru-” you cut yourself off with a yelp as Jayce tossed you onto the mattress—a move that you noticed he seemed especially fond of pulling these days.

“Strip.” came his dry command, his hands already working his belt off, “We can finish this argument later.”

You didn’t move a muscle, save for worrying your bottom lip pensively—if he wasn’t going to listen to you, then why should you listen to him?

Jayce raised an eyebrow, shirt already rolled halfway up his torso, “Seriously? Are you trying to get me to beg?”

All you could offer was a noncommittal shrug. In truth, you weren’t sure exactly what you were looking for, only that it was very fun to push his buttons whenever he got like this. Suddenly unsure of what to do with your hands, you settled for toying with the hem of your own shirt.

But the awkwardness was soon cut just short of becoming overbearing by a large hand tilting your chin upwards to reestablish eye contact.

The frown he wore somehow only added to his handsomeness—bastard, the universe truly did play favorites, “If you don’t want this right now,” he began with utmost seriousness, “just say so, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, hooking your fingers into two of his—now empty—belt loops, “Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

He let out a snort, the hand underneath your chin now moving behind your head to give your hair a playful tug, “So fucking strip, then.”

“Nah. You’ll have to earn it, big guy.”

“Have it your way.”

Without warning, Jayce nudged you onto your back, leaning forward so his hands could make quick work of pants.

“Rude.” you huffed, tangling fingers in his hair to pull in mild retaliation.

Unaffected, he shucked your pants down and off your legs, “Brats get treated like brats.” a large hand slid under your waist to flip you onto your stomach, “Grab that pillow for me.”

Grumbling under your breath, you complied. But you didn’t need to hand it to him since you already knew what it was for.

Tucking the pillow under your stomach as you supported yourself on all fours earned a pleased, “That’s better.” from Jayce behind you.

The mattress dipped as Jayce climbed in. Familiar hands slid under your shirt, unclasping your bra before settling around your waist, sending electric shivers up your spine with every squeeze.

“You never mentioned why you turned him down.” he mumbled, guiding your hips higher, angling them so that your upper body sank deeper into the mattress.

You threw him a disbelieving glance over your shoulder, “I thought you said we’d ‘continue the argument later’?”

His response came in the form of a finger rubbing over your clothed clit, “Yeah, we’ll argue later—I’m just asking for an explanation now.”

Smartass.

Lowering your head again, you rocked your hips lightly in time with his ministrations. As you both settled into a comfortable rhythm, you answered his question, “It was mainly because of timing, I guess. When Eli asked, I was more anxious about my career stagnating if I stayed in the company, anxious about failing if I left, all that shit. Starting a relationship just wasn’t high up on my list of priorities.”

It was the truth.

In fact, it was probably true for Jayce and Viktor at some point, and was likely one of the contributing factors that the previous “casual-roommate-sex-no-strings-attached” arrangement ended up working so well for all of you.

Given all of this, you expected Jayce to understand and accept your explanation.

But instead, the grip on your waist and the pressure on your clit turned punishing.

“That’s it?” Jayce growled, “So if you happened to still be single when you ran into him earlier and he asked you out again, you would’ve said ‘yes’?”

You groaned underneath him, knees wobbling slightly as your legs attempted to press together, “What? N-No.” you gritted out, “I mean, I dunno, that’s-”

It was unclear whether Jayce was still listening because your underwear was now also being dragged down your legs, pooling around where your knees were bent. The result was you relaxing your muscles as best as you could while simultaneously bracing to be breached—the lack of prep indicating that perhaps Jayce was even more irritated than he had let on.

When his fingers found you again, two dipped past your entrance, massaging firmly.

“I should fuck you so hard you forget his name,” snarled your boyfriend, his fingers now relentless as they scissored you wider by the second, “Remind you that Viktor’s not the only one who can put you in your place.”

Your toes curled at the remark.

But rather than give him the satisfaction of admitting how he was affecting you, you buried your face in the soft sheets—but not before making sure to scoff just loud enough for him to hear.

On some level, you had always known Jayce had a jealous streak in him. He did his best to hide it—poor thing—but it did occasionally rear its head on nights like this or whenever Viktor would receive what Jayce once called an “obscene” number of notifications—based on the chime, they were email notifications but that somehow didn’t appease the taller of the men.

Every muscle tensed as Jayce’s tip dragged through your folds.

“Soaked already.” he chuckled darkly, the sound making your ears burn up. But even when he was trying to be tough on you, Jayce’s sweetness always peeked through—as evidenced by his next remark as he nudged your leg, “Just a little wider, querida. Relax.”

This time, it was harder to conceal the way you melted under his words. But there was hardly any time to worry about that when Jayce shoved forward, sheathing himself in one smooth motion that punched the air out of your lungs.

And judging from the tightness in his voice as he cursed lowly, Jayce wasn’t doing much better.

“You feel that?” he gritted out, a palm flattening on the small of your back, pressing you into the pillow just under your stomach, inevitably tightening the already limited space the large intrusion had carved its way into.

“Mm.”

“Whose cock is it, baby?”

A frustrated whine tore from your throat—the burn accompanying the tightness was already beginning to fade. Why wouldn’t he just fucking move already?

“Yo-ours.” came your breathless reply. You swallowed the spit in your mouth as quickly as you could before you corrected yourself, “Yours, Jayce.”

The pleasured groan that followed was by far the best and most favorable feedback you had gotten out of him tonight—your walls clenched and fluttered greedily at the noise.

Rustling sheets alerted you to what was coming before the heat and weight of Jayce’s torso covering your back did.

“Say it again.” he snapped his hips back and then forward, “Who’s fucking you?”

The position had him supporting himself on his knees and elbows, smothering you into the mattress putting his lips significantly closer to your ear as he—literally—blocked out the rest of the world.

“Jayce.” you gasped out, earning another deep, slow thrust, then another, “Fuck. Mngh-fuck, Jayce.”

Another thrust, “Who?”

“Jayce.” you whined, fisting the sheets.

Maybe it was the patheticness of your voice or even the fact that you were surrendering so quickly, but the most recent utterance of his name suddenly had your boyfriend jackhammering into you.

It was humiliating how quickly you could already feel yourself slipping into that floaty, elated headspace.

Well, you would have slipped into it, if not for the hand Jayce tangled in your hair suddenly yanking your head back.

“How does it feel?” his hot, shallow breaths hit your ear with every grunt of exertion.

“Big.” you mewled, mouth hanging open as little, involuntary ‘ah’s’ escaped you, “And deep. ‘s good.”

He let out an airy laugh, unrelenting in his pace, “Yeah? You're taking it so well. You love this, don’t you?”

“M-hm.”

“Then say it.” he snarled, voice rumbling through his chest and against your back as he pressed you deeper into the mattress, “Say you love my cock.”

Your body writhed under him, “I lo-ove it.” you blurted out, “I love your cock.”

Another groan rumbled in his throat, “Such a slutty mouth.” he angled his hips slightly, searching for the spot he knew would do you in, “Where’d you learn to talk like that, hm?” he teased.

For fuck’s sake.

Cheeks burning, you refused to answer.

Besides, how were you supposed to find the words with his body smothering you like this? Like a 200-something-pound anchor weighing you down so well that he didn’t even need to grab your waist or hips to trap you in place.

Jayce continued to plow into you, rambling about the pretty noises spilling out of you as well as how good you felt wrapped around him.

Your lips parted to throw his own remark back at him and highlight that he was being the dirty-mouthed one now, but even your best efforts produced incoherent babbling—great, his cock had whisked your brain into mush.

The sensation of sharp teeth digging through your shirt and into your shoulder startled you out of your non-existent thoughts. As you hissed in pleasure-pain, his cock twitched inside you, spurting his cum so deep it felt like even your stomach was getting coated.

“Jayce…” you groaned in complaint, cunt fluttering and milking him against your will—it wasn’t like him to put his own pleasure before yours.

A beat passed before he moved again, breathing heavily as he pulled out with a wet squelch.

Another whine escaped you without permission, but your despair was cut short by him turning you onto your back.

“I’m here.” he shushed, crawling back on top of you, “You’re okay. We’re not done yet, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered open, blinking away tears you didn’t even realize had accumulated, “No?”

“No.” his lips trailed along your jaw, sweat beading on his forehead, “You’re not leaving until I’ve marked every inch of you.”

It was unclear whether he intended the remark to come off as sounding like a reward or a punishment. But as your legs wrapped around his middle, pulling him closer and closer, you found that you didn’t mind either way.

15. Semi-Public

Explicit | Jayce/Reader | Blowjob

“Yikes.” Peering over his shoulder, your eyebrows shot up at the price total on Jayce’s phone, “You sure you don’t want me to go pick it up for us instead? Those delivery fees are looking pretty steep.”

“It’s fine.” Jayce’s fingers flew over the screen even faster, “We’re trying to maximize our time together, right? Plus, think of it as an investment. One of these days, this’ll all pay off.”

Presently, the three of you were at a “coworking space”—a flexible workspace that charges freelancers and startups by the hour and offers basic amenities like coffee machines, Wi-Fi, and in the ‘premium’ sections: motorized standing desks.

“You’re right.” you leaned down to peck his forehead, “Thanks for taking care of dinner, big guy.”

Now less than a week remained until what the men were calling “D-Day”. The truth was that outside of their full-time jobs, Jayce and Viktor had been working on iterations of a controllable nanobot prototype that—according to them—could potentially revolutionize treatment for patients deemed too weak to undergo major surgeries.

“So this is obviously just a conceptual model,” Jayce had explained, showing you the styrofoam model he and Viktor had carved out even before the three of you officially started dating, “to build an actual working prototype, we’d need funding, a decent lab, and reliable suppliers.”

“Cool.” you had nodded in response, “But until then, I guess it’s styrofoam for now?”

“Or…” Viktor chimed in, “once we’ve saved up a bit, we can start building to-scale models for our applications. They won’t be nearly as small enough to be called true nanobots, but only a moron would be unable to see the potential.”

Things had progressed rather quickly once one of Viktor’s old professors brought attention to a program under a sister university that could put the men on track for federal funding—as long as they secured a partner institution.

That was what the upcoming trip and presentation this week was all about: securing that partnership and getting the men one step closer to changing the world.

You had declined when they asked you to go with them, pointing out that the budget for traveling with a third person would be better spent funneled towards their dream.

“This project needs every cent we can give it.” you had assured them for the umpteenth time as Jayce’s cursor hovered over the ‘Book now’ button on the airlines website, “Seriously. I’ll hold down the fort, you guys do your thing.”

That was how you three had ended up in this here, some of the few remaining patrons still in their coworking “module”—basically a fancy word for a conference room—this late into the night.

During your last trip to the restroom, you discovered the lights were on in two of the other conference rooms and counted about four people scattered across the different tables in the common area.

“How long until the food gets here?” you pulled the hood of your hoodie up as you dropped into the chair at the head of the cluttered conference table—overflowing with stacks of references, the printed out draft schematics for their most recent prototype iteration, notebooks, and so on.

“About 20 minutes-ish?” Jayce answered, “Think you’ll make it, gorgeous?”

You sank into your chair as dramatically as you could, “No. I’m wasting away.”

The theatrics earned you an affectionate laugh from the men. Viktor, in particular, was quick to offer a remedy, “Would it help if we distracted you, darling?”

Your eyebrows shot up at the same time you shot up in your chair, “That depends. What kind of distraction are we talking?”

“Perhaps you should come here and find out.” he smirked, “As someone who prides himself on his efficiency, I believe twenty minutes should be sufficient for-”

“No.” Jayce’s head snapped up from his laptop, wearing a mortified look, “No, no, no.”

But Viktor only offered a casual shrug, “Well, I do seem to recall someone with a slightly possessive exhibitionist kink adding semi-public sex to the collective spreadsheet.”

The taller man’s chair flew backwards, wheels squeaking with the effort, “Y-Yeah,” he sputtered, “But not like- I was picturing an empty beach during off-season or something. Not-” he choked on his words towards the end of his protest.

“He might be right.” you admitted, nodding towards the exit, “The door doesn’t even have a lock.”

“Exactly.” added Jayce.

“You mean that is exactly why this would be more eh, exciting, no?” Viktor grinned, “If you’re so worried, then I suppose I can serve as the lookout while you two cross this off of our list.”

With another breathless laugh, Jayce dragged his hand down his face as he rambled, “No! I- I mean, I’m not opposed to it, obviously. But the presentation- and- and our food should be here soon-”

“Leave it to me.” the leaner man waved away the concerns with just a little too much nonchalance given the situation, “And as for the food, it would be a simple matter for me to receive it on your behalf.”

“Actually… you know what?” you slammed a palm down on the desk, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but-”

“Fuck off.” Jayce interjected with a laugh, “Are you guys trying to mess with me or-”

“I can kinda see his point though,” you countered, “The goal of starting the spreadsheet was exploration and taking risks together, right? And let’s be for real, this feels way less exposed than a beach. Hell, we don’t even have to do anything fancy, let’s just see how far we can go and how you feel.”

“This is insane.” he jumped up from his chair.

“Ultimately, it is your choice, milý.” Viktor assured him, drumming his fingers on the table, “Other opportunities will arise, of course. But I do feel compelled to point out that if you intend on grabbing this opportunity,” he checked his watch, “we do have a fast-shrinking window until the deliveryman arrives.”

Jayce’s head fell backwards with a groan, “You guys’ll be the death of me.”

“Is that a-”

“Yes.” he swallowed, looking as though he was attempting to convince himself—running a hand through his short, already mussed hair, “Yeah. I guess we’re really doing this.”

“Evidently.” Viktor grinned, using his stronger leg to propel himself backwards.

He crossed the short divide between the conference table and the door so that—as promised—he could serve as both a lookout and a flimsy barricade, “Just pretend I’m not here.” he added with a dismissive wave.

Jayce dropped back into his chair, his leg bouncing at machine-gun pace as he jerked his chin, beckoning you over.

Unable to help the grin that you now wore, you pulled yourself up onto the table, giggling at the way Jayce’s eyes widened comically as you shuffled your away over and around the clutter to get to him.

“Hi.” you exhaled when you finally settled on his lap—the position a little awkward thanks to the office chair’s skinny armrests, but you persisted nevertheless, leaning in to peck his cheek.

“Hi.” he returned with a toothy grin, pressing his forehead to yours, “So… do you come here often or-”

“Oh fuck off.” you snorted, swatting at his arm, “No time for jokes, we’re in a hurry, remember?”

Instead of answering verbally, Jayce’s lips found yours, groaning when the slide turned messy. Your hands found the waist of his jeans. Undoing the fly gave you just enough room to slip a hand into his underwear.

His cock felt half-hard already—a bit of a miracle in itself considering that the central air-conditioning had been on full blast since you three arrived after lunch.

One encouraging stroke, another, and then a final one for good measure before you peeled yourself away, sliding off of him.

“What are you-”

“Sorry, big guy.” you settled under the table, a hand on his thigh to both steady yourself and urge him closer, “We’re gonna have to skip right to the good part tonight for you to stand a chance of cumming before the food gets here.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

As Jayce’s chair loomed closer, the sound of more wheels rolling behind you caught your attention. But it turned out to be Viktor rearranging the remaining chairs—presumably to better obstruct you in case someone did walk in.

You took him into your mouth, tongue swirling eagerly as you did to work him up to full mast. Alternating between taking him deep and pulling back so you could trace pretty veins with the pads of your finger and then with kitten licks meant that it didn’t take long at all until the full weight of him sat on your tongue.

You looked up to find him rosy-cheeked and delirious as he stared down at you. The thought crossed your mind that if you had attempted this in even a slightly more public situation, Jayce’s face and heavy breaths would have been a dead giveaway of what was happening.

“Ha-a- That’s-” his hand tightened in your hair, but made no attempt to control you, “You’re so beautiful.”

It was impossible to laugh around the large intrusion stretching out your lips, but you found amusement in the remark regardless.

Your hair was definitely a mess since you had tugged your hoodie back and it was also difficult to avoid the measure of ridiculousness that came with stuffing yourself under a table to give a blowjob, but Jayce’s admiration was so sincere you were inclined to believe he truly did think you looked beautiful in this moment as his length kissed the back of your mouth.

Struck with the sudden whim to take him all the way, you relaxed your throat—ironically earning a strangled noise out of the man above you as his hips bucked forward.

“Mmph!” you rebuked as best as you could, a hand shooting out to push back his muscled abdomen—you doubted there was enough force behind it to actually move a man of his size, but he complied with the motion regardless.

“Sorry.” he rasped out, curling forward until his head and arms rested on the table, blocking out the already limited rays of fluorescent light that reached you, “Sorry, you just feel so amazing.”

You exhaled quickly through your nose at the cliché remark, but didn’t penalize him for it. Instead, you resumed your mission: inching closer to your destination of the well-trimmed, dark hairs surrounding his base.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” he whispered, the hand in your hair coming forward to brush its knuckles against your damp cheek, “So pretty.” he reiterated.

“Mm.”

Realizing that he was distracting you again, you pressed onward, grateful that your partners being so well-endowed had led to the natural desensitization of your gag reflex.

Just as the thatch of dark hair tickled your nose and his musk flooded your senses, something—presumably his fist—slammed onto the table above you. Despite the jolt, your deep breaths through your nose never faltered, almost in a state of zen as you cradled all of him.

Perhaps it was the darkness, but your eyes felt like they were going cross-eyed as they gazed at the tangled hair before them, throat swallowing around him periodically as you settled under him.

Pretty.

Jayce was pretty even like- no, especially like this—a pity that you couldn’t voice it at the moment.

But the stillness was interrupted by Jayce pulling back slightly to ask, “Are you touching yourself, gorgeous?”

Unable to shake your head, you let out an, “Mm-mn.” around him.

“You should.” his cock throbbed between your lips, the expression on his face absolutely feral, “Wanna see your eyes roll back.”

A moan escaped without your permission—that didn’t sound like a bad idea.

Your fingers fumbled slightly with the anticipation, but eventually managed to pop the button open. The very tips of your fingers had just breached the waistband of your underwear when a shrill ringtone froze you in place.

Oh. The corded phone on the desk.

“It must be the reception.” Viktor—oh yeah, Viktor was here too—pointed out, “Aren’t you going to answer, milý?”

“Can’t- Can’t you do it, V? Please?” Jayce gritted out above you.

“I would love to, but I do believe my efforts are better focused on my role as lookout.”

With a defeated groan, Jayce shifted slightly—presumably reaching for the device—and you took care to shift with him.

“Hello?” he exhaled.

You couldn’t hear the voice on the other end, but that hardly mattered. All that mattered was the opportunity Viktor had handed you.

“Yes, we did.” Jayce spoke again—and that was your cue to start drawing back, “I’ll be right- hngh-” he cupped a hand over the receiver before glaring down at you.

With your lips still wrapped around half of him, you could only stare back with as much feigned innocence and cluelessness as you could muster.

“I’m still here.” he rushed out, uncupping the phone, “Sorry, I had to uh, sneeze.”

Cute.

This time you moved in the opposite direction, welcoming him back in just as he began to explain through clenched teeth that he’d soon be on his way to retrieve the food.

“No!” he yelped without warning, prompting you to look up in fear that you had hurt him somehow. But his expression spoke of panic, not pain, “I mean, that won’t- ah-” his hand found your hair again, stilling your head’s movements entirely, “that won’t be necessary, really. I can- hello? Hello?”

Now the hand in your hair was moving you backwards, fully pulling you off of him.

“They’re sending someone to bring the food here.” he urged, “Querida, you need to-”

“Stay right where you are.” Viktor interjected, “There is no time to make either of you look presentable. Jayce, I would suggest that you lay your head down—pretend to be asleep.”

“But I just answered the phone! Won’t that be-”

“I doubt any of the night staff will care enough to note the accent change.” the other man replied—you could practically hear the eyeroll that must have accompanied the remark, “So put your head down—and not a sound from either of you.”

It turned out that Viktor would be proven completely right less than 20 seconds later, when three polite knocks landed on the door.

You listened through the thump-thumping of your heart in your ears as Viktor exchanged pleasantries with whatever employee had been sent up—probably one of the security guards.

“Thank you.” you heard your boyfriend say, “Although I fear the fuel may have arrived a bit too late for my partner.”

“No problem.” chuckled the stranger, “And I’m sure you’ll have no issues waking your buddy up. Whatever it is you guys got smells amazing.”

“That’s because it is.” Viktor replied, “Have you not tried this restaurant before?”

Your ears pricked up at the question while your heart picked up its already jack-rabbiting pace.

Could it be? Yes, it appeared that Viktor was… prolonging the conversation. You cupped a hand over your mouth just in time to stifle a cackle.

Carefully, you shifted closer to Jayce’s crotch where his exposed cock still dangled invitingly, the perfect bait at the end of a fishing pole. His “sleeping” form tensed instantly as you softly mouthed around the tip of him again.

Unfortunately for him, Jayce had chosen a sleeping stance where his head was resting on both of his forearms, so he had no chance of successfully swatting you away without catching the stranger’s attention.

But Viktor had warned both of you against making noise, meaning the chances of you deepthroating him now were also low—if not zero.

“-what you mean.” the stranger’s voice cut through your thoughts, “Honestly, trying to catch up on sleep during the day just isn’t the same.”

Huh.

How’d Viktor already manage to get the conversation there?

Your hands wrapped around his base, steadying his twitching, leaking cock enough for you to award kitten licks to the underside once more—in response, his shoe nudged your knee.

Rude.

But you soldiered on, wrapping your lips around him again. Intriguingly, tonguing over the slit earned a spasm out of his left leg, which—if he hadn’t taken control of it—could have dislodged you with how much it moved.

The takeout’s aroma had now reached you too—the sooner you finished this, the sooner you’d all be able to eat.

With that in mind, you put away the pretense and teasing in favor of earnestly bringing him to the edge exactly how he liked: a stroking hand around the base while your head bobbed at a medium pace, tongue sliding under the bulbous head.

Since neither of you could speak and he couldn’t see your face, you settled for petting his thigh with your free hand, squeezing it intermittently.

And perhaps it was that little touch, or perhaps it was the thrill of being so close to being caught, or perhaps it was from how long you had drawn out your teasing of him earlier, but at last, the first spurts of cum hit your palette.

His legs flexed and convulsed on either side of you, while he made a choked noise above you, which he quickly pivoted into a coughing sound. Jayce sat up, beating his chest through his “coughing fit” to sell the guise that he had just woken up while you hollowed out your cheeks to milk him.

“Ah, did you sleep well, milý? Would you care for some water?”

You pressed a kiss to the tip of him as the very last of his cum dribbled out.

“Yeah. Yeah, uh, wa-ater sounds good.” he sputtered above you, hips shifting.

“Right, well, I should really get going.” the stranger announced, “You guys enjoy your food.”

One of Jayce’s hands snuck under the table to rest on your head, patting it softly.

“We will, thanks.”

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16. Remote Control

Explicit | Viktor/Reader | Mild Subdrop But Addressed Lovingly

Viktor cut the vibration, making you whine around him once more.

“You were slipping again, darling.” he tutted, pretending that the sound didn’t just make his member twitch in your mouth, “Focus.”

He watched you take a shaky inhale through your nose, looking up at him with just a hint of annoyance.

“None of that now.” he found himself cooing to you, thumb stroking over your cheek, “You asked for this, did you not?”

And, bratty thing that you were, you only rolled your eyes at the remark—well, not that you had many choices of response with a cock in your mouth.

But regardless of your present reaction, the fact was that you had indeed asked for this.

You mentioned it the other night, just as Viktor was pulling the sheets over you both—aftercare completed, all lights now off, and a spent Jayce already snoring lightly with an arm thrown over your middle—when you rolled onto your side to whisper, “How was it for you?”

“Absolutely perfect.” he whispered back, moving closer as he attempted to scan your features in the dark, “And for you, darling?” he asked, just a hint of worry bubbling up.

“It was good.” you yawned out, reaching for his hand, “But I was thinking…”

“Yes?”

“I think it’d feel even better if the fog didn’t take over so quickly.”

Fog?

Ah.

He shifted even closer, “I was under the impression that you enjoyed the subspace, darling. Was I-”

“I do.” you pressed into his side in return, “I usually do—you guys always make me feel amazing. But sometimes I wonder if I get all floaty and numb just a little too quickly. I think…” your voice trailed off and he did not rush you. After a beat passed, you resumed, “I think it’d be nice if I could practice staying present for a little longer.”

Viktor couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. As of late, it had become a bit of a personal goal of his to beat his personal bests on how quickly he could get sink you into mindless pleasure.

But for now, he held you close as he confirmed, “If I understand correctly, you would like us to build your, shall we say, ‘pleasure tolerance’?”

“Pretty much.”

He felt you nod against him, before you added, “I mean, I’d still like to eventually end up in that space, I just want to get better at controlling when I get there, you know?”

A perfectly reasonable proposition. So Viktor assured you that, come the next morning, the three of you could have a proper conversation regarding the matter.

That was how you had both ended up here tonight: with Viktor's lower back surrounded by pillows as he sat on the edge of the mattress, a pillow under your knees, his cock in your mouth, and a vibrator in your cunt and its controls on his phone.

Despite the fact that tonight had started off quite well, and even though you hadn’t officially tapped out yet, perhaps he had pushed you just a little too far over the line of frustration in the name of training. At least, that was what he concluded based on the hints of a scowl that painted your features.

So, as sad as it was for him given that you made an exquisite vision—cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded on your knees before him—it was perhaps time to bring tonight's session to a close.

Viktor choked down a gasp as you began suckling at the—by now, extra sensitive—tip of him and it took the very last threads of his strength to hold back from spilling onto your lips.

“Darling,” he gritted out, taking extra care to keep his tone gentle, “Could we ah, take a short break?”

It took a second for the remark to register. You blinked up at him before your soft lips released his cock, your voice just a little hoarse as you asked, “Are you-”

“I am perfectly alright.” he instantly assured you, extending his arms towards you, “Come up here for me.”

You stumbled to your feet and climbed onto the bed. A sniffle caught his attention as he tucked a spare pillow under your head.

Oh dear.

Viktor schooled his expression, knowing full well that panicking wouldn’t do either of you any good.

“Sorry.” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “Very sorry, darling.”

Your full-blown pupils scanned his face, expression blank as if his words hadn’t quite found their way into your ears, so he muttered them again.

And again.

Kissing apologies, praise, and gratitude into your skin, making it clear he wasn’t going anywhere until you came back to him. When you opened your arms towards him, he took that as permission to pull you close, doing his best to push aside any self-consciousness resulted from your wordless gaze at him.

Was he smiling weirdly? He hoped not.

He was trying to be sincerely reassuring, but perhaps in aiming to get that sincerity across, it was instead landing as an uncanny parody.

It took a few more minutes, but you did eventually break the silence—and the staring—when you burrowed into the crook of his neck as though you were confessing an embarrassing secret, “You always smell nice.”

“I try my best,” he retorted, heart just a little lighter than usual with relief as he rested his chin atop your head, “I have partners to impress, you know.”

“Mm.” your forehead bumped just under his jaw, “Can I cum now? Please?”

His eyebrows shot up before he could school his expression, at a loss for how one was expected to reply—bearing in mind your present emotional state—to such an abrupt change of topic, “Er, it may not be for the best right now, darling. But once you’re better, we might-”

A whine—followed by the sensation of you squirming in his hold—cut him off, “You’re so fucking annoying.”

“I am trying to help, miláčku.” he shushed, wrapping his arms around you, “Maybe a shower first would-”

“No.” you huffed, breaths shallow as you pushed him away—he allowed you to do so this time, “It’s just- I can’t- Ugh, this fucking sucks.”

“Could you help me understand it better? How do you feel?”

You let out another exasperated exhale.

“Does anything hurt?” he asked instead, realizing that he would probably fare better by sticking to yes or no questions.

“Not- It doesn’t hurt, but like-” you grabbed his hand and pressed it just below your bellybutton, “Like I can’t even describe it—I just hate this. Hate feeling like whatever this is.”

“Would you like to eat something?” he offered, “Let’s go to the kitchen. Some tea might also-”

“No.” you shook your head vigorously, hands now gripping his arm, “It’s like, I still feel… pent-up. Not how it usually feels when you deny me.”

Now we were getting somewhere.

“It’s different, you mean?”

“Yeah.”

“How so?” he asked, already abandoning his plan of sticking to yes or no questions.

You folded your legs almost up to your chest, pretty cheeks pink as the explanation practically tumbled out of you, “Usually, the uh, ‘heat’ of the moment sort of dies down right after the denial. But…” your hips wriggled ever so slightly, “right now, it’s still there.”

Viktor cleared his throat again, hoping against all hope that you didn’t hear the groan that was barely concealed beneath, “I just don’t want to hurt you, darling.” he managed to choke out.

“You won’t.” you whined again, “But I’m going to find a way to-” you swallowed, “to cum—with or without your help.”

“Very well.” he finally gave in—realizing that the only acceptable way forward was to accept that you were telling him exactly what your body needed, “I’d like to help, if you would allow me, miláčku.”

“M’kay. Get your phone.”

His phone?

Ah.

Viktor had to roll over to retrieve it, but just as he offered it to you, you surprised him again by shaking your head.

“You do it.” came your firm reply, “But don’t let go of me either.”

Viktor’s heart fluttered lightly with the demands. Even on your brattiest days, he never really found it in himself to be truly irritated by it.

He adjusted your position to get both of you more comfortable, pillowing your head on his chest while he balanced his phone somewhere atop his stomach.

“Ready?” he pulled you close until your soft breaths were hitting his bare sternum.

“M-hm.”

With a tap, the little vibrator buzzed to life on its lowest setting, prompting you to jolt in his hold. When you melted in his arms, his apprehension dissipated somewhat—again, this was about giving you what you needed.

“More.” you exhaled, now mouthing along the damp skin of his chest.

The next setting had you rolling your hips, your thighs brushing against Viktor’s own with the movement. Even just that contact had his cock aching as it swelled back to full mast.

“Like that?” he attempted to keep his tone flat, reminding himself that this was about you.

You answered with a moan, head lolling back as you shamelessly ground the buzzing toy against him. Before he could stop you, your hand closed around his weeping cock, milking it with intermittent squeezes.

His hips bucked into your hand, making him curse lowly.

“Viktor.” you exhaled again, hiding your face as your lower body humped him.

His impatience got the better of him as he rushed out, “More? Can you take more, darling?”

“Mm.”

A pretty gasp—the prettiest one of the night so far—and the hand wrapped around him clenched just a little too tight. The next thing he registered after the pleasure-pain shooting through him was your hungry lips crashing into his, begging for access.

Once he granted it, you gave him a taste of the frustration that haunted you earlier—your kisses missing their usual sweetness in this moment, your tongue barging its way into your mouth despite how he willingly let it in.

Unable to bear it any longer, he guided you to lie on top of him fully. His heart fluttered when he realized that, even in this state, you minded his weaker leg as you allowed yourself to be pulled onto him.

The kiss devolved into spilling moans into each other’s mouths as your bodies slid together, his cock sandwiched between his stomach and yours—reduced to an afterthought as he slipped a hand between to pinch one of your nipples instead.

It was as though his entire lower body was rolling upwards, meeting yours as they rolled down.

The last unforgiving tug on your stiff bud finally shoved you over the edge. He grasped at your hips, shamelessly continuing to grind against you while you came apart.

Your overstimulated mewls reminded him to fumble in the sheets for his phone to deactivate the toy. Viktor let out an involuntary groan as you shifted, his cock begging for really any attention.

But if there was one thing Viktor was practiced at, it was—for better or for worse—ignoring his own body. So when you rolled off of him and onto your back with a contented sigh, his first priority was to ask, “All better?” as he pet over the soft of your stomach.

“You didn’t cum.”

He followed your line of sight, which—unsurprisingly—was fixed on his member.

“No, but honestly-”

Viktor almost choked on his spit at the sensation of your fingers swiping the precum off his cock’s head before bringing them to your lips.

Oh, fuck it.

An annoyed huff escaped you when he unceremoniously yanked your hand out of your mouth, but the irritation lasted all of a second until you realized where he was guiding it.

“This is probably a bad time to ask, but… did I do okay?” your head sought refuge once again in the crook of his neck.

A part of him wanted to retaliate with the promise of switching the toy back on. But instead, he settled on resting his chin atop your head, your hand essentially a blur of motion as he guided it along his shaft.

“As always, you were absolutely perfect.”

17. Messy Sex

Explicit | Jayce/Viktor/Reader | Orgasm Denial | Squirting

“You have been especially quiet for some time now, darling. Are you falling asleep?”

You let out an offended scoff—well, it was meant to sound offended, but it really only came out sounding guilty.

“‘m not.” you grumbled, shifting in Jayce’s lap, wincing as your sore cunt spasmed around his length. His lap and your thighs were completely soaked by now, some of it sweat but arguably more of it from your slick.

With a groan of his own, Jayce adjusted his hold, causing you to unhook your chin from over his shoulder. By the time you blinked your eyes open, he was thumbing at the little bit of drool that had evidently escaped you while his other hand splayed across your back and supported it.

You braced yourself for a kiss as he dove forward. But his lips landed on your neck instead, nipping along the bruises and marks that had already bloomed.

“Color?” Viktor asked, still at his home office desk.

“Green.” you rasped while Jayce gritted out the same answer.

“Perfect. Well done, both of you.” he praised, his keyboard click-clacking as he typed away, “Allow me five more minutes and then we can move to the bedroom.”

Finally.

A shaky exhale of relief escaped you. But perhaps it didn’t sound that way to Jayce, who asked, “You okay?”

The sound of his voice after what felt like an eternity of his soft grunts and groans was almost startling.

“Sore.” you admitted, now burrowing into the crook on the other side of his neck as you resumed your original position, “Feels good though. You?”

“Same. Sort of.” he confessed with a breathless laugh, hot breath hitting your ear, “Fuck. I just-” his hips punched upwards, making you gasp.

“Behave.” Viktor tutted, “You were both doing so well.”

With no other choice, you slumped further against Jayce, counting the seconds as nothing but mouse clicks, keyboard taps, and Jayce’s breaths rang in your ears. Or at least, you tried to count the seconds. But every time Jayce’s cock jumped, you found yourself having to restart.

Mercifully, on what must have been your fourth attempt, the wheels of Viktor’s chair squeaked with movement.

Fingers digging into the meat of Jayce’s shoulder, you mustered every ounce of remaining willpower to stay absolutely still—and the mountain of tense muscles beneath you said that Jayce had the exact same idea. The very last thing either of you needed now was to somehow earn a penalty or prolong this torture.

More noise—the rustling of sheets of paper, the light clinks and thunks of pens and whatnots being returned to their holders, the unhurried thuds of hardbound references being shut and stacked.

A whimper tore from your throat.

“I’m here.” Jayce whispered, soothing your impatience with a warm hand rubbing over your back, “Please, querida.”

It wasn’t clear what exactly he was begging you for; all you knew was that the frustration was mounting, twisting knots in your stomach. Your hips squirmed, you just needed the tiniest bit of friction, just enough to-

“Darling.”

You jolted, cunt clenching with the surprise of Viktor suddenly being so close.

Before you could sputter out an apology or a justification, Viktor’s freezing cold fingers were tracing a line up your spine, “Always such a needy little thing.” he cooed.

With a huff, you buried your red-hot cheeks further into Jayce’s heated skin.

“Can you stand?”

Your mouth opened to answer, but it turned out the question hadn’t been directed at you.

“Of course.” Jayce grunted, already slipping his hands under your thighs. Cool air rushed over damp skin as he shakily rose from the dining chair that had been dragged in earlier.

“Ah-” your arms tightened around the taller man’s neck as gravity worked to pull you even lower onto his cock. But you did end up surviving the short trip to the bedroom.

Jayce stopped just short of the mattress, dutifully awaiting Viktor’s instructions.

“You first, milý.” smiled the shorter man, already making his way to his side of the bed, “You have been exceptionally patient tonight.”

Viktor had barely gotten the permission out before Jayce was sinking onto the edge of the mattress and taking you with him.

“You wanna be on top tonight?” he whispered, trailing wet kisses down your neck again.

“M’kay.” your chest arched towards him as he continued his sloppy trail towards your chest, “You must be tired- ah, from our position cutting circulation off to your legs, huh?”

“As if.” he scoffed against your skin, bucking his hips again to make you hiss, “I think it’s pretty obvious that my circulation’s fine. I was just thinking it’s been a while since you’ve ridden me, gorgeous.”

A part of your brain told you to climb off of him right now to punish his smugness. But another—much louder—part of you insisted that if his cock left you now, you would collapse and die from want.

“I need better leverage. Move up.” you ordered.

When he finally settled again, you planted your knees on either side of his hips and your palms on his chest. A pretty blush dusted his even prettier features, thick muscles pliant and veinier than usual.

The first roll of your hips zapped pleasure through both your pent-up bodies, making you curl forward.

Just as you straightened back up, his hands flew to your waist, squeezing as you rolled again. And again.

Almost immediately, you were fucking yourself down onto him—just as he was fucking up into you—in frenzied, mindless movements. In the disarray, it took you a bit to angle your hips just right, getting his cock to hit that spongey spot just so and almost whiting out your vision as your body shuddered.

Already, you were so close.

“Jayce.” you attempted to warn, just as you used him to nudge that spot again.

“I’m here.” he gasped, bucking harder, squeezing your sides as if he were trying to trap you, “Let go. Show me.”

One more roll, another, and finally your orgasm crashed through you, pulling every muscle in your body taut while Jayce continued to fuck up into your fluttering cunt. It could have been ten seconds or ten minutes as far as your blissed-out brain could tell when Jayce slammed you down onto him before spilling deep into you—bulging neck vein exposed with his head thrown back.

Just as you fought to catch your breath, a heavy hand splayed across your back, pulling you down to mash your lips against Jayce’s.

“Sorry.” he mumbled while you tugged at his bottom lip, “Couldn’t- ah, Couldn’t last.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, exhilarated at the thought of this unbelievably gorgeous man being physically incapable of holding himself back, “All good, big guy.” you exhaled.

The sound of a throat clearing, pulled you out of the afterglow.

It turned out that Viktor had undressed in the meantime, now setting the last of his half-folded clothes on his bedside table, “I hope you aren’t too tired just yet, darling.” he smirked, easing himself onto the mattress.

You looked to Jayce again, whose hands slid off of you, “Go get him, gorgeous.”

With a final peck to his smiling lips, you pushed yourself off—hissing as his softening cock left you—before crawling towards where Viktor sat.

From behind, you draped your arms around his shoulders, nosing into his cheek, “Hi.”

“Hello.” he returned, leaning back on you ever so slightly, “Not tired, then?”

You shook your head, fingers toying with the ends of his soft chestnut locks, “Not at all, but if you’re tired, then you don’t have to-”

Without warning, Viktor used his body weight to shove you both down onto the mattress, pinning you onto it with an agility that was easy to forget he possessed.

“Feeling smug tonight, are we?” he asked, handsome face hovering just over yours.

“Yeah, and?” you raised a finger to trace along a razor sharp cheekbone, “Don’t try to tell me you still have the patience to punish me for it,” your hand fell back onto the mattress, as you wiggled your hips, allowing his leaking cock to drag along your skin, “Because I won’t believe you.” you teased, tone almost sing-songy.

“Silly thing.” he tutted, kissing along your jaw, “I was certain you would have realized by now.”

“What?” you frowned, reaching above and behind you to grab a pillow for your head.

Amber eyes found you through long, elegant lashes while a hand trailed to your chest, lazily flicking over a stiffened bud, “That my patience is boundless when it comes to you, darling.”

It sounded like a challenge, but his next move—going straight to slipping two fingers past your entrance—felt like he believed he had already won.

“How many?” he asked.

What? Fingers?

“Three.” you sighed, parting your legs a little wider, wrapping your arms back around his neck, “Then your cock.”

His eyebrows shot up, “Three orgasms plus one? I believe Jayce’s greed is beginning to rub off on-”

“I meant three fingers.” your palm slapped against his back, “You didn’t specify.”

“Neither did you.” he grinned, fucking his middle and ring fingers in and out of you, “But if that isn’t agreeable, then perhaps I could suggest an alternative?”

Ah, shit.

You could already tell where this was going.

Once you realized that the whimper you heard had indeed come from you, you ducked your head forward, hiding your embarrassment against his shoulder.

His airy laugh filled up your ears, the sound smooth and conniving. Without another word, his fingers picked up their pace, effortlessly abusing that familiar sensitive spot again, Jayce’s cum easing the glide.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

“Too much.” you writhed, striving to remind him that your own orgasm had barely subsided—as if he hadn’t been in the room to witness it himself.

“Color?”

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

“Green.” you breathed out an answer before his worry halted the delicious movements.

An answer that pleased him greatly as evidenced by the sweet kiss he pressed to your temple, “I thought so. Perfect girl.”

Skilled as he was, it didn’t take long for the heat to climb, the pleasure pulsing through you with every thrust. So when Viktor slipped in the requested third finger, you barely even registered the absurd noise that tore from your throat.

Your body pulled taut, hips attempting to chase his thrusts in aborted movements. You focused on his soft grunts, his clenched jaw and slightly furrowed eyebrows as he focused on stringing you tighter still.

Almost. You bucked your hips, harder this time. Your release was so close, licking up your spine, calling your name—or maybe that was Viktor—like a siren. The next thrust had your eyes squeeze shut and your cunt clamp down on the intrusion, as if trying to trap it there forever.

Another thrust.

Yes.

Just one more. Your nails dug into his skin while your hips jumped forward, if you could just-

But then Viktor’s hand disappeared, leaving behind phantom sensations that, when your trembling cunt attempted to squeeze around, left a screaming emptiness in their wake.

“Viktor.” came your pitiful whine, entire body heaving and twitching to chase after the arousal as it receded from view.

“Our beautiful girl.” he panted, showering kisses and praise to wash away your despair, “That was one.”

Your eyes flew open, “One?”

He pressed another kiss to your lips, “Two more and you may cum.”

“No…” your legs thrashed, “You’re mean.”

Unpersuaded, Viktor only brushed back the hair sticking to your forehead using his dry hand, “Apologize for your smugness and I may reconsider.”

You huffed, turning your head to the side to call, “Jayce?”

“Yeah, querida?” he scooted closer.

“No.” Viktor’s hand wrapped under your chin, snapping your attention back to him, “There are only two choices, darling: apologize or accept your punishment.”

Well, if he put it like that…

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, pulling yourself up to kiss the little mole above his lip, knowing he always found the gesture endearing, “Sorry for teasing you, V.”

As expected, his body melted above you, shoulders going slack just before he captured your lips to repay your sweetness. You hummed as he licked between your parted lips, accepting his domination even in this regard.

“Apology accepted.” he declared once he had broken the kiss. But just as your heart made its celebratory somersault, he added, “However, for your attempt to undermine my authority by calling on Jayce, you do owe me one more denial.”

You caught yourself just in time, biting back the protest that had bubbled up. The last thing you needed now was to add onto your punishment and basically be back to square one.

Besides, you could survive just one more denial.

“Okay.” you squeaked out, remembering to tack on a, “Thank you.” lest he accuse you of forgetting your manners.

In the meantime, Viktor was already adjusting the position, pulling back before urging you to lift your hips so he could slip a pillow underneath them.

And within seconds, your sweet torture had resumed, this time with Viktor’s heavy length sliding back and forth over your dripping cunt, adding his own pre-cum to the sticky wetness. His moans harmonized with your own, betraying how relieved he evidently was to finally get some stimulation on his neglected member.

Despite knowing the denial that lay in store, your arousal came flooding back—and seeped out of your cunt. You allowed it to wash over you, to roll your hips with Viktor’s movements, clenching around the distressing emptiness in the hopes that somehow you could sneak past Viktor’s wretched restrictions and reach that crest.

And when the ridge of his cock’s head rubbed along your clit just right, it sparked hope that you might get away with it after all.

Carefully, you slid your hands up to your chest, hoping to steal even just one more ounce of relief.

But at the first desperate tug of your fingers on your pert nipples, your orgasm crashed over you—ears ringing as both you and Viktor were ambushed by an accompanying stream of clear fluid that somehow still managed to hit Viktor’s lower abdomen despite being mostly blocked by his cock.

The world dulled around the edges, spots obscuring your vision. Somewhere in the distance, Viktor was speaking to you, but even before your brain had processed the words, his tongue was dragging a broad stripe through your slippery folds.

You jolted as another set of lips captured yours. Blinking the spots away revealed it to be Jayce, who groaned in between the kisses something about how that was so hot—or that you were hot, or something like that.

“V…” you choked out—high-pitched and pathetic—as the shame pulled you down from the orgasm’s high, “So-orry, I- Mngh-”

It took him a second to respond.

When he finally did pull away, he rubbed the juices off his chin on the back of his hand, using his free one to give your thigh a soothing squeeze,”No need to apologize, darling. But out of curiosity, do you think you can do that again?”

18. Dom/Sub

Teen | Viktor-centric | Fluff | Care During Withdrawal Bleeds

“But it’s glow in the dark!” you repeated, shoving the box in Viktor’s face, as if the visual reminder would change his mind.

He ducked to the side, cane tap-tapping on the tiled floors as he turned into the anal toys aisle, “If you like it that much, of course we shall get it, miláčku. But in my experience, glow in the dark items—whatever they may be—tend to feel… gimmicky in the moment.”

“Don’t listen to him, gorgeous.” Jayce piped up, bringing the mini-pushcart—which looked comically small in front of his enormous frame—closer, “You can try it on for me tonight.”

With a giggle, you tossed the body harness’ box in with the rest of the items, “Thanks, big guy. They’ve also got a men’s version available, by the way, you wanna match?”

“I know you’re joking, but a part of me’s actually considering it.”

Viktor softly shook his head, tuning out the conversation while he examined the selection of butt plugs in front of him. Jayce didn’t seem as keen on the previous brand that Viktor had chosen, so replacements were in order.

“Are you getting the vibrating ones?” you eventually peeked over his shoulder.

“Possibly.” he smiled, “But they are rather tedious to clean.”

“Does this brand have glow in the dark ones?” Jayce chimed in.

Viktor clicked his tongue, “How long are you two planning on annoying me with this?”

“About a month?” offered the taller man, arms snaking around Viktor’s waist from behind, “I bet the hardware store downstairs sells phosphorescent paint, give me a couple days and I’ll have everything glowing in the dark.”

“I feel it is important to clarify that I am not opposed to luminescent items on their own.” Viktor rolled his eyes, absentmindedly leaning into his boyfriend, “I am merely pointing out that they can detract from the sensuality of a situation.”

“Bet we could prove you wrong.” Jayce flashed a toothy grin, nosing at Viktor’s temple, “Could I maybe set up a scene for all of us? Just to try.”

“Perhaps.”

Since the beginning of the relationship, the men had made several attempts to switch up the power dynamics. But the results had been notably less successful compared to when you and Jayce would switch with each other.

And it wasn’t for a lack of trying.

Viktor just… found it challenging to give up the reins to his pleasure. Perhaps that was why you had never asked to switch with him even after all this time—though the fact that your primary preference was to sub anyway was probably the heavier contributing factor.

Jayce, on the other hand, had always been quite flexible—Viktor had even envied him for it.

After all, it was challenging to avoid dwelling on the potential psychological determinants—and implications—for why he had this cloying need to remain in control.

“Sometimes we just like what we like, as simple as that.” Jayce—ever the optimist—had attempted to pacify him at the end of one of their failed switch attempts, “At the end of the day, what matters is that we’re compatible, right?”

Of course, that was true to an extent. But Viktor did occasionally wonder how it would feel for him to lose himself in the moment and simply allow his partners to take care of him.

“Hey.” Jayce’s tone in the present dripped with concern as he lightly nudged Viktor’s head with his own, “No pressure, obviously. I was half-joking anyway.”

“It’s not that, Jayce. My train of thought sort of got away from me.” came his sheepish explanation, “But I do agree that perhaps it is about time we tried again. We shall see.”

Jayce appeared satisfied with the promise. And whatever uncertainty he may have harbored probably got pushed aside anyway once you declared that you had indeed located the glow in the dark butt plugs.

But it was barely a week later that Viktor found himself contemplating this topic again.

“Would it be alright if I kept you company, miláčku?” he asked, standing at the bedside with a book—which he had no real intention of reading—tucked under his arm, “Just as a show of support.”

“If you want.” you sniffled, still curled away from him, “But I feel gross and sticky—and I probably stink.”

He resisted the urge to wrap you in his arms, to hold you close and kiss you until you realized that you would never be gross or sticky—or stinky—to him because he remembered that you tended to overheat quite easily during these withdrawal bleeds.

So instead, he settled for keeping his assurance purely verbal as he carefully climbed in, “I am sorry that you feel that way, but I hope you are aware that you are none of—and never will be—those things to me, darling.”

“Mm.”

His poor, poor girl.

Despite the overheating issue, you had a hot water bottle pressed against your stomach and a blanket pulled up to your waist. At least having the air-conditioning on full blast seemed to be a sufficient enough mitigator for now.

He rested a hand on your shoulder, thumb stroking idly as he assured you, “I am certain the soup is almost done. Jayce already had it on a simmer when I was last in the kitchen.”

You let out a sarcastic, “Yay.” before tacking on a mumbled, “Sorry. I’m- ugh, sorry, I know you’re just trying to help.”

“No need to apologize.” he sighed, abandoning the pretense of his book entirely and sliding down his pillows to lie next to you, “If only there was a way for Jayce and I to bear the discomfort for you.”

Another hum left you, shortly followed by, “Do you mean it? Doesn’t your leg give you enough pain as it is?”

Despite the fact that you were still turned away from him, Viktor could tell from the minute movements of your arm that you were tracing figure eights with your finger into the bedsheet.

“That is partially why I would be willing to do so,” he answered, “If I am going to be in pain anyway, then I might as well take on the additional pain to save my beautiful partner.”

You let out a huff at the compliment, legs curling up even closer to your stomach.

Once again, he resisted the urge to pull you closer. His hand lay limp and useless in the small space between your bodies as he asked, “What? Do you not believe me?”

That earned him the rustling of sheets as you finally turned around to face him, “I do. You’re sweet—sweet enough that an outsider who saw us might assume I’m the dom here.”

His eyebrows shot up in amused bewilderment, “Explain?”

“Look at how you’re doting on me.” you grinned—your first proper smile today—lacing your hands together, “You haven’t said no to me once since the bleeding started yesterday, just letting me boss you around as I please. And…” your free hand landed a finger right in the center of his furrowed eyebrows, “you’re being very clingy.”

“Ah, I am afraid you are mistaken, darling.”

Before you could react, he nudged you onto your back and climbed over to cage you in, settling his body in the space between your legs, “That is not clinginess. That term belongs to Jayce.”

“So what is it, then?”

Viktor leaned down, brushing the tip of your nose with his, “Protectiveness.”

Your eyes rolled playfully, “Semantics. You still do everything I say whenever it’s a red week.”

He pressed a kiss to the crest of your cheek, “That is not submission.” another kiss to the other side, “But rather taking care of what is mine.”

“Smartass.” you attempted to wriggle your hands free of his hold, “If everything can just be explained away like that, then there isn’t really a difference between doms and subs, is there?”

That was a good question. But such overlap would only be expected considering that, at the end of the day, these so-called roles were two sides of the same coin. All things considered, these contrived dynamics were simply a means to the same end of deepening the connection between partners.

Perhaps one day this realization would prove useful in aiding Viktor to overcome his wary trepidation regarding submission.

But for now, he simply settled for the far less profound answer of, “The difference is that I do not beg.”

“Oh fuck off.”

19. Sensory Deprivation

Explicit | Jayce/Viktor/Reader | Sleep Mask | Light Restraints | Some Possessiveness

“Guys, hurry up. This is legitimately putting me to sleep.”

Jayce looked to Viktor, who was seated near the bottom edge of the bed and was focused instead on carefully peeling the condom’s package away as silently as possible, “That is a little cruel to Jayce’s massaging technique, is it not?”

Presently, the three of you were in bed, Jayce fulfilling his task of “warming you up” with a massage while you wore a sleep mask for this week’s kink.

As expected, you let out a defiant huff and countered, “If anything, wouldn’t he take it as a compliment?”

“I’d take it however you want me to, querida.” Jayce couldn’t help but chirp, kneading at a particularly stubborn knot between your shoulder blades.

“Oh, I know you would.” you grinned, hugging the pillow that your chin was resting on.

Naturally, Jayce retaliated with a light pinch just below your ass cheeks. But the bubbly laugh you let out only told him that he had given you exactly what you wanted: a reaction.

“C’mon…” you whined, wriggling your ass, successfully catching Jayce’s attention—of course, he kicked himself internally for falling for such a blatantly obvious ploy, “You guys are putting way too much emphasis on the term ‘deprivation’ and not nearly enough on either ‘sensory’ or ‘sex’.”

“Just bear with us a little longer, darling.” Viktor tossed the opened condom towards Jayce, who nodded a thanks, “Besides, you are aware that you always get what you want in the end anyway, yes?”

“If that’s true,” you quickly countered, “then why don’t you just save us all the hassle and give me what I want now?”

“Nice try.” smiled the shorter man, already working on peeling a second condom’s foil without crinkling it, “But you cannot goad me the way you goad Jayce, sweet thing.”

Now that was just a lie.

Of course, you were perfectly able to goad Viktor; Jayce had already witnessed you do so with great success a handful of times this month alone.

But instead of pointing that out, you only grumbled, “I can’t stand you guys.”

Yet another lie. Interesting.

But this time, Viktor picked you up on it, “If that is the case, then you have a rather interesting way of showing it.”

Jayce decided to chime in before the banter turned sour—not that that was a common occurrence, but he was well aware that both of his partners were as stubborn as each other, “I think that’s enough on your back. Turn over for us, gorgeous.”

Once Jayce was done with your arms, Viktor cuffed them together and then to the headboard.

“Finally.” you exhaled.

“Jayce,” the shorter man said calmly, “you may continue working on her legs.”

“No…” your wrists tugged at their restraints, “This is unbearable.”

“Color?” Viktor asked, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

You let out an exasperated sigh, “Green. But you know that’s not what I-”

“Then you may carry on, Jayce.”

He resisted the urge to side with you on this. After all, Viktor must have surely noticed how painfully hard Jayce had been throughout the massage so far. But then again, Jayce could see Viktor’s own member straining against his boxers, so at the very least he was suffering alongside you both—even if he was masking it better.

So with that in mind, Jayce shuffled closer to your legs. Just as he began kneading one of your thighs, Viktor lifted your other leg, bending it towards your chest. The action alone was enough to cause your breath to hitch, but Viktor soon followed it up with brushing his lips along your inner thigh.

Jayce could feel your leg muscles flex under his fingers.

“Oh dear.” Viktor shook his head, a familiar playful glint in his eyes as he mouthed along the skin lightly—Jayce shuddered in his place, all too familiar with the teasing technique, “I fear I may have underestimated your distress, darling.”

Without warning, he dragged a finger through your glistening folds in one practiced motion, drawing a choked sound out of you, jolting your body.

“Poor thing.” Viktor added, now sinking the same finger into you with a squelch, “You should have specified that you were already dripping.”

Your mouth fell open with a moan. Jayce was surprised to find the retort he had braced for never came. But on further consideration, holding back was likely a strategic move on your part now that Viktor was finally giving you what you wanted.

Your legs widened as Viktor worked in a second finger, now giving Jayce an exquisite view of your shiny folds.

“Fuck.” Jayce’s fingers dug into the plush of your thighs of their own accord.

“Jayce,” Viktor nodded to the second unwrapped condom, “would you be so kind?”

His hand ended up being bent at a slightly strange angle even after he had moved closer to do as he was told, but Jayce eventually managed to roll the rubber onto Viktor’s pulsing cock.

The squelching sounds of his scissoring fingers drew to a stop, the slickened digits completing their new task of pumping the covered length instead. Your arms pulled at their restraints again when Viktor finally nudged at your entrance, prompting him to pin your hips down with his free arm before he started pushing in.

“Is that-” you gasped, “Are you wearing a-”

Jayce’s mouth watered at the sight of your cunt welcoming the intrusion, his own cock twitching pathetically as he thought about that familiar heat—likely still very discernible despite the barrier.

“Yes, darling.” Viktor answered, “Jayce and I thought it would be unfair if you were the only one being completely deprived in some sense tonight.”

Well, in truth, it was more like Viktor thought that.

Whereas Jayce—an unabashedly greedy lover in every sense of the word—had initially hoped to talk the other man into exempting him from the rubbery prison. But alas, no such mercy was to be found.

The men hadn’t informed you of their ploy, however, since you had mentioned wanting to be surprised.

Fully sheathed now, Viktor resumed his thumb’s circular ministrations on your clit, “Earlier, I suggested that Jayce and I wear latex gloves for tonight, darling. I’m sure you can imagine how thrilled he was at the suggestion.”

You exhaled a laugh, “Did he threaten divorce?”

“He did indeed.”

Jayce couldn’t remember exactly which one of you started the divorce gag, but it had somehow skyrocketed into becoming the most prominent of your inside jokes over the past few days.

To be sure, not a single one of you would ever joke about breaking up.

But since there was no way the three of you would ever find yourselves legally married, well, it just made threatening divorce so much funnier.

“Hold on,” Jayce raised an eyebrow, “how is it even possible that she’s blindfolded and bound, but I’m the one getting made fun of right now?”

“No…” you piped up, “It’s not- We just think it’s sweet how much you value touch, big guy.”

Viktor’s hips drew back, cutting your explanation short with a groan and grabbing Jayce’s attention once again.

“Faster.” you demanded, legs hooking behind Viktor to urge him forward while your arms strained again.

But he only maintained his slow, deep pace—drawing back almost all the way before sinking all the way back down.

“Behave.” Viktor tsk’ed, hair falling forward with his motions, “Jayce, perhaps some description would help soothe her restlessness.”

“I- Uh-”

“Tell her what you see.”

No matter where or when, Jayce found himself completely unable to disobey whatever Viktor said—or would the better word for it be “growled”?"—when he used that low, confident tone. Jayce’s brain felt like it was overheating as it battled itself to rush out whatever incoherent thought it could muster at the moment while also wanting to craft something sexy that wouldn’t ruin the moment.

Jayce could usually handle dirty talk and sweet nothings just fine. But for some reason, being commanded to use it was making him choke.

“Your tits look uh- they keep jiggling.” he managed to sputter, clearing his throat before adding, “They’re so pretty—as always.”

“And…?” Viktor prompted, nodding down to where you and him were joined.

He cleared his throat, “And you should see how well you’re taking him, gorgeous—taking all of him.” Without even thinking about it, Jayce began palming at his own cock as he spoke, “Fuck, I wish it were me—but you uh- you knew that already.”

Your legs fell open a little wider, clear evidence that this—whatever it was—was working.

“Don’t leave anything out.” Viktor panted, his thrusts growing just a little faster, “Describe what you’re doing as well, milý.”

Jayce could feel the blood rush to his cheeks—a miracle that there was any left to do so considering the state of his cock, which he described as best as he could despite his own hand distracting him.

Your voice cracked when you cut him off to beg, “Can I- Can I feel it? Please?”

“Not with your hands.” came Viktor’s firm answer, still dutifully thrusting away,“But once Jayce puts his condom on, yes.”

Jayce failed to bite back a disappointed groan, which instead ended up harmonizing with yours. But after all this build-up, he’d gladly take whatever he could get. His hands dragged over the sheets as they searched for the abandoned condom and then tremored slightly as they worked the condom on.

His gaze flickered to Viktor in the hope that just maybe the latter would give Jayce the go-ahead to-

Viktor caught his eye and—smug bastard—shook his head, his smile making it clear that Jayce would not be gaining access to your cunt just yet.

Fine.

Jayce could definitely work with the alternative.

Sheepishly, he asked you to hold still while he planted his knees on either side of your head, steadying his descent with a firm hand on the headboard.

Since a growth spurt in his adolescence catapulted him skywards, Jayce had always been aware that—for better or for worse—he was on the bigger side. But seeing his thick thighs dwarf your face reminded him why this wasn’t as common of a position for you guys—he looked like a titan or something; the way his thighs framed you now was obscene.

But he’d worry about that some other time because right now, you were opening up for him before he could even ask you to.

Jayce let out a breathless, “Sorry.” when his length ended up smacking your cheek in his hurry to get it to your lips.

His grip on the headboard tightened at the same time that your lips wrapped around him.

“Perfect, gorgeous.” he found himself babbling, equal parts aroused and frustrated by the phantom-like sensation of your tongue through the rubber and the vibrations of your moans, “Always so good for us.”

Your bound hands clenched and flexed against their restraints. And as much as Jayce would love to take credit for the reaction as he thrust into your mouth, the way your body rocked pointed more realistically to it being due to whatever Viktor was doing behind him.

Already, he could feel his orgasm building.

But perhaps that was a good thing because it was only a matter of time until the way he was hovering to keep his weight off of you would start to burn. Suddenly, he didn’t loathe the sleep mask for blocking your pretty eyes from him because he definitely looked feral with the way he was using your mouth.

Jayce just about managed to tear his gaze away from the now glistening condom to check your hands for the signal, just in case. But instead of signaling to stop, your hands now lay relaxed in their restraints, telling him that if he were to pull off the barrier, he’d find your eyes blissed out and glazed over.

“You feel good, baby?” he whispered, despite knowing full well that you’d be unable to respond, “You like being used?”

You whined around him, lips sucking with renewed vigor.

After so long without hearing it, Jayce was surprised to hear Viktor’s voice goaded, “With the sleep mask on, she might be imagining other men in our place.”

The blood rushed in Jayce’s ears, just about drowning out the whine of protest you let out.

“No.” he gritted out at no one in particular, snapping his hips forward again.

“She could be.” Viktor pressed on, voice pulled tight with exertion, “With these condoms on, she doesn’t even have our taste to remind her.”

Whether it was what Viktor had intended or not, Jayce saw red at the mere suggestion that your mind was wandering to other men’s cocks; men who wouldn’t treat you like you deserved, who wouldn’t even know where to start or how to try.

He was vaguely aware that Viktor was still speaking, but the words never reached his ears.

One of his hands slid under your head, cradling it as he fucked in, out, in, out, in-

Jayce’s orgasm crashed through him without warning, instinctively sinking him forward until his tip—and the rubber swelling around it—kissed your throat.

Your pretty mouth made a valiant effort to continue to suck him through the waves of bliss.

And of course, he couldn’t help but admire his pretty girl trying so hard to appease him.

His.

And Viktor’s, yeah.

But also his.

20. Mirror Sex

Explicit | Jayce/Reader | Quickie | Semi-Public | Kiramman Family Mentioned Only

“I mean… I don’t hate it.”

“I think it looks nice.” Jayce shrugged, propped up against the headboard with his laptop, “But obviously, if it doesn’t feel right, then no worries. We still have a few days to go.”

But in spite of that reassurance, your head fell back with a groan.

Jayce’s eyebrows shot up, “Hey.”

“I don’t- Maybe I shouldn’t go.” you mumbled, already pulling your arms out of the straps.

“Querida.” he blurted out, closing the distance between you both, “That’s-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know it’s a milestone or whatever.” you shucked your dress down your legs, voice tight, “But I’m not- I mean, trying to navigate a fucking fancy-pants garden party while also trying to impress your mom? Even on a good day, I’d only have enough energy for one of those things.”

You remained stiff even as he wrapped his arms around you. He let your words sink in as he stroked over your back.

Several steadying breaths later, he answered, “You’re amazing. And I promise you, even if you weren’t, my mom’s really not that difficult to impress.”

You exhaled through your nose.

“I’m serious.” he rested his chin on top of your head, “The only reason we have to be at the ‘fancy-pants garden party’ in the first place is because the Kirammans are good family friends. But the ‘best’ that my mom and I have ever been is upper working class, okay?”

“Mm.” your face burrowed deeper into his chest.

“What if…” a grin tugged at the corners of his lips even before he got the words out, “we showed up in matching outfits, hm? It’d be-”

“Fuck off.” you laughed, a fist landing softly on his rib cage as you tilted your head up to look at him, “What if I decided I wanted a neon green dress? Would you and Viktor get-”

“Neon green dress shirts?” he chuckled, “Absolutely. I’m not sure what stores make shirts in neon colors but statistically speaking, at least one of them has got to, right?”

“Dork.” you grumbled affectionately, before returning to burying your face in his shirt.

“Your dork.” he reminded, poking at your side and earning himself an annoyed tongue click, “But seriously, querida, would it help if we at least color-coordinated for the party? It would be a good visual reminder that we’re in this together.”

“Maybe. Yeah, okay, I guess.”

His eyebrows drew together, “You make it sound like I’m holding you at gunpoint.” he lightly jabbed a finger into your side again.

“Stop it.” you warned, angling away from his pointer, “And do you mean- What if we bought new outfits for the party, then? Would that be overkill?”

He ducked down to peck your cheek, “Not at all.”

***

“Fucking hell.” you let out a hollow laugh, brushing past Jayce as he held the back door open for you, “Should I get into politics?”

He let out a chuckle, allowing the door to fall closed behind him and mute the sounds of the garden party’s goings-on outside, “We’d support you if you ever did. But I’m sure there’s easier ways to land a nice house.”

“Not as nice as this one though.” you slipped your hand into his, but your eyes continued to flit around the corridor, “I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“The Kirammans already came from old money.” he explained, “Then they made significant investments in the world of STEM, which—as you can see—have paid off well. Their scholarship foundation is the main reason going to Berkeley was an option for me at all.”

You acknowledged the information with a hum, now preoccupied with the intricate patterns of the hallway runner rug that softened your steps on the marble flooring. He wasn’t too offended at your inattention, though—he basically had the exact same reaction the first time he step foot on this estate.

“Oh.” he squeezed your hand, “do you actually have to use the bathroom? Or do you just want to freshen up?”

“Freshen up.” you answered, “Plus, I needed to give my cheeks a break from all the smiling.”

“Great.” his own smile returned—this one genuine, “Alright, you’re going to love this.”

He led the way—all the way down this corridor, then right, all the way down that corridor, then a left, putting you both in the foyer.

“We’d need walkie-talkies if we ever got a place this huge.” you shook your head—as if the problem were plaguing you right now instead of being purely hypothetical, “And while I appreciate the tour, I’m pretty sure tour guides are supposed to elaborate on the surroundings.”

“We’re almost there.” he promised, leading you down another off-shoot hallway, “I know it’s right- Yeah. Here.” he reached for the first door on the right and pushed it open.

“Oh.” you peeked in while he fumbled for the light switch, “What is it?”

He tugged you in, jerking his chin to the second door at the other end of the narrow room, “The guest bathroom’s through there, but this space is purely for freshening up.”

“Whoa.” you gasped, setting your purse on the waist-high counter in front of the wall mirror, “Suddenly our ‘walk-in closet’ doesn’t feel so ‘walk-in-y’ anymore.”

He let out a snort, “Given the vast difference in floor space, I’d say that’s just a little unfair to say.”

“Not only is there a ‘freshening-up room’ or whatever the fuck this is called,” you gestured broadly, “But the fact that this is for guests implies there’s also separate versions of these for the owners.”

“Absolutely.” he grinned, snaking his arms around your middle as you traced the golden embroidery of the linen topper that ran across the counter, “And you know what that means?”

“What?” you tilted your head up to look at him.

Jayce leaned down, lips now ghosting over yours, “We won’t have to worry about our hosts hearing what we’re about to do.”

His heart bloomed as he watched the gears turn in your head in real time.

“Here?” you whisper-shouted, wide-eyed and incredulous, “But what if-”

“We passed a separate guest bathroom that’s much closer to the backdoor.” he pushed your hair aside, clearing a path for his lips to trace along your neck, “I’d bet good money my mom and I are the only guests here who even know this one exists.”

Jayce took another shameless inhale of your scent mixed with your faded perfume, resisting the urge to smile too wide when you melted under him.

“What about Viktor?”

“If he had asked first, then you’d be the one distracting my mom for us.”

That earned him an elbow to his lower abdomen, “So you were going to do this regardless?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Hey, we’ve got a spreadsheet to work our way through. Plus…” his hands dropped, rucking the skirt of your sundress up, “I’m really liking this blue on you guys.”

The first color of choice for today’s coordinated outfits had been red. But you were quick to remind the men that red—and yes, even maroon—were far from appropriate colors for a garden party. But before long, a consensus was reached on the safe, laid-back energy of pastel blue.

“Don’t take it off.” he trapped your arms when they moved to pull your dress up, “I wanna watch-”

“We can’t risk creasing it—or worse, getting… stuff on it.” you protested, “Because I can’t think of a worse place or occasion to advertise that I’ve just been fucked.”

“To be fair, I’d say a family reunion would definitely be worse.”

“Jayce.” you snapped.

“Please, querida?” his hold tightened on your arms, pulling you even closer so he could nose at your cheek, “I’ll be extra careful.” he promised, “And it’ll only take a second.”

His body buzzed with silent anticipation. But the moment your shoulders relaxed with a sigh, he knew the answer.

“Well, you can take a little longer than that.” you teased, turning your head to peck his lips, “Just… be careful—oh, and no messing up each other’s hair.”

Even before he could celebrate, you were stepping out of both your heels and underwear.

“You got it, beautiful.” he grinned, stepping back to undo his belt and pants—shoving aside any embarrassment at the antsy speed he was moving, “Can I kiss you? Or maybe- would that risk ruining your make-up as well?”

“M-hmm.” you bent over the counter, elbows and palms propping your head up as you wiggled your butt playfully, “I mean, I need to retouch it anyway. But I am not doing all of it all over again. So yeah, no kissing either.”

Jayce’s head fell back with a groan—partially in disappointment, partially because of the cool air now hitting his leaking erection as his pants and underwear hit the floor, “Fine. This might not have been as good of an idea as I originally thought, then.”

“Too late.” you grinned, watching him through the mirror’s reflection, “I’m already thinking of your fingers.”

He lifted your skirt again, resting it across your back and smoothing it down, allowing his hands to roam first before finally allowing them to cup the plush of your ass cheeks, thumbs dipping under to tease around your entrance.

“Fingers?” he chuckled, “I didn’t say anything about fingers.”

Jayce only got to watch your eyes widen for a split second as the words washed over you. Then they were fluttering shut as he shoved forward, popping the head of his cock past your lower lips.

“Shit.” your arms had given out, but thankfully ended up cushioning your head when it fell forward. You huffed out a laugh as you clenched around him, “Fuck you.”

His finger found your clit, circling it steadily to coax you open, “Yes please.” he grinned, “But tilt your head up first, gorgeous. Eyes on me.”

You grumbled something he didn’t quite catch, but he quickly lost interest in it when you met his gaze through the mirror again.

And somehow, despite the fact that you both had most of your clothes on, he was prepared to swear that this was the most erotic he had seen you: flushed skin peeking through your foundation, deepening around your neck and lower where there was none; lips parted slightly as you panted for air; eyelids already threatening to flutter shut with pleasure.

How was he ever supposed to make it through this party without getting his hands on you?

Jayce rocked his hips, inching himself deeper—earning more choked and clipped noises as you visibly willed yourself to relax. His free hand moved to hold your waist, but ended up hovering just above the fabric, suddenly paranoid that if he allowed himself to touch, he’d end up tearing something.

Your eyes fell closed and he almost tugged on your hair to remind you.

He snapped back and then forward instead, “Eyes.”

You clicked your tongue but obeyed nonetheless.

But the pout on your lips soon melted away when he finally bottomed out.

“Still thinking about my fingers?” he teased, grinding his hips against yours and earning himself a full-body shiver.

“Move.”

“Ask nicely.” he tutted, stopping his ministrations on your clit.

“Jayce.” you groaned, hands grasping aimlessly at the counter, at the decorative runner covering it—wherever, really, “Hurry u-up. They’ll get suspicious.”

It took every ounce of self-restraint to not immediately start rutting into you, especially considering he was denying you something that he very, very much wanted as well. But Viktor had previously teased him—accused him, it felt like at the time—of spoiling you too much, giving in and reinforcing your brattiness.

And when Jayce had pointed out that it worked in Viktor’s favor since he very obviously delighted in putting you back in place, he was promptly thwacked on the ankles with a cane and reminded that “too much of anything is bad”.

“You’re right. Better ask nicely, then.” Jayce reiterated.

The pout made its return, so Jayce didn’t push back when you averted your gaze as you did as you were told, “Please? Please move.”

A groan escaped his throat without permission, both heart and dick twinging at the display of submission. Taking pity on both you and himself, Jayce pulled back about halfway before slamming back in.

As he built up to the steady rhythm you liked, a breathless giggle drew his attention to the reflection once more.

“What?” he panted, raising an amused eyebrow.

“It turns out you’re so serious when you’re behind me.” you grinned, adjusting so that your chin rested more comfortably on your hands, “Like, frown harder.”

The snort that escaped him was so loud he instinctively clasped a hand over his mouth.

“Shut up.” he said through his hand, which only barely concealed his laughter, “I thought you wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.”

“Yeah.” you rocked back against his thrusts, the relaxed and languid movements contrasting your earlier command for him to hurry up, “Like I said, keep frowning—it’s working for me.”

He shook his head, teasing your clit harder, “As flattering as that is to hear, I need you to stop distracting me.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but the sounds of muffled conversation and footsteps passing much too close to the door for comfort froze you both.

A stone sank in Jayce’s stomach at the realization that he didn’t remember locking the door. The same stone churned in his stomach once he received visual confirmation of that fact. He could see the panic in your face through the reflection—a perfect match to his own expression.

Jayce’s mind raced through all the things he could say once he got caught pants down and balls deep in one of his partners by the principal sponsors of his education.

But mercifully, the voices and footsteps soon faded—perhaps belonging to members of the Kirammans’ household staff rather than the Kirammans themselves; not that being caught by the staff would be that much better, of course.

“Jayce.” you whispered, eyes blowing wide when his thrusts and ministrations on your clit gradually resumed.

“You were right.” he whispered back, now bracing his free hand on the counter for leverage, “We need to get out of here, gorgeous. You need to cum for me.”

You answered with several vigorous nods, the scare having put you in a much more cooperative mood.

As you both fell back into a rhythm, Jayce found himself unable to focus on much else besides watching you in the mirror—his pretty girl in her pretty dress, making pretty noises as she squirmed on his pounding cock.

Just before he could warn you that he was close, your eyes rolled back as you came around his cock. Your walls grew impossibly tight, practically strangling his cock, wrenching his orgasm from him.

“Shit.” he cursed lowly, lurching forward to glue his hips to your damp skin, “So fucking pretty, querida.”

In terms of orgasms, maybe it wasn’t the most mind-blowing one he’d ever had. But as he hugged you close to his heaving chest in the afterglow, exchanging soft kisses and disbelieving snickers at what you had both just done, Jayce’s final verdict was that it was decidedly perfect.