Rin

“Well,” he teased, “I better leave…”

You had him in a heated kiss before he was three steps from the couch. A dance around the large furniture. Hands trying to tug off clothing not nearly fast enough. Mouths leaving searing kisses on bare skin.

“What?” He cooed in your ear, trailing the same line along your inner thigh as before. “Tell me what you want, dear.”

You groaned. He’d been doing it all week. Light touches. Teasing whispers. But never giving you it all. Never going beyond a quick swipe across your cunt when your dress had ridden up, sitting on the desk, ankles crossed, waiting for Viktor to come kiss you. He grazed it as he tugged the hem down.

What? Jayce could come in at any moment and only I would like to be privy to you wearing red underwear.

Something in you snapped as his fingers repeated the motion, just the slightest, tiniest hint of a touch. So you decided it was time to do what the two of you had been working towards the past few weeks. One that required Viktor to be bent over the back of the couch. He cocked a brow as you jerked him around, guiding him down more gently than you were sure he needed–even if you wanted to shove him down without restraint–and whispered.

"You remember the safe word, yeah?"

“Relinquish,” he spoke against the couch cushions, voice muffled.

“Good. Now when I come back, you better have those pants off. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” he responded, stealing a curious gaze over his shoulder.

You were back after rummaging through the bin you kept beneath your bed. A condom, a bottle of lube, a tiny jeweled plug, and the main event. Eight whole inches of it.

Viktor was in his briefs when you got there. You pulled his hips away from the couch and gently palmed his erection through the thin fabric. He groaned, vibrating his body. Always so weak to your touch. Like you hadn’t touched him in weeks. Months. It’d only been a few days and he was already starved.

“You going to be good for me tonight, Vik?”

Viktor’s eyes closed and he sighed a blissful sigh.

“Perhaps.”

“Mmm.” You slid your hand beneath his briefs and pulled his cock free. “Then perhaps you don’t get to cum.”

“Ah, now that is a different story.” He exhaled through his teeth as you lazily pumped his erection. “I-I will be good.”

“You will? Because you certainly haven’t been good to me all week.” His briefs slid off easily and you ran a hand over his ass. “Fuckin’ tease.”

“Whoops-” You cut the word off, shoving two fingers into his mouth.

You didn’t need to instruct him on what to do. He moaned as he licked your fingers, sucked on them gently. You wanted his mouth somewhere else as you pulled your fingers free. But that would have to wait. Your focus had to be solely on Viktor and where your fingers went. And, damn, if he didn’t take them well.

He was tight, fighting just the tip of one finger as you teased his entrance. He tried to grab onto the couch for support as you ran your finger around the rim, pushing and pulling the tip of it in and out. Watching as he tensed and relaxed over and over from just that slight touch. He whined as you pushed your finger in more, spitting on it as you pumped it. It was a sound you were addicted to–Viktor whining.

One of the last times you’d had a finger in him, he’d been on his back, and you’d watched his cock twitch and twitch and twitch, leaking precum on his stomach. He looked like he was in physical pain from you not touching his cock. His thighs were shaking by the time you added a second finger. He came when you palmed him as your fingers pumped. Far more prematurely than either of you had been expecting. He apologized, guiding you up to straddle his face. Making you cum just as quickly.

You popped open the lube as you teased a second finger. He hissed as you dribbled some down, and you laughed at the faint squelching that you knew made Viktor’s cheeks burn bright red. You shamelessly liked the embarrassment. It made him tighten around your fingers. Making it harder for him to take your second finger, but damn did he moan when you slipped it in.

“So tight,” you mused. “Gotta loosen you up, don’t we?”

You pressed your fingers knuckle-deep, curling and pumping them. Scissoring and wiggling. Viktor was already shaking. Sweating. Cursing under his breath. You slid a third finger in and Viktor wrapped his arms around his head and tugged on his hair. A moment of hesitation. Waiting to hear if he spoke. Waiting to hear what he spoke.

“D-Don’t stop.”

You smirked.

“You want more?” You pumped your fingers slowly.

“Yes. Please.”

“You going to be good for me?” You increased their speed and Viktor whimpered.

“A-Always.”

“Good boy.”

He tensed. Squeezed your fingers. You could keep it up and he’d cum easily from this, the gentle grazing of his cock against the couch enough to send him over the edge. But you weren’t done yet. So you pulled your fingers out, not bothering to hide the laughter when Viktor struggled not to protest. Again so when you switched your fingers for the plug. A dollop of lube, a hand on the small of his back, the metal tip pressing gently against his entrance. He cursed as you pushed it halfway in and pulled it out just as he took the widest part of the teardrop.

“That’s it.” You repeated the action. “Practically begging for me to leave it in, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he pleaded. “Yes.”

You scoffed, pushing it all the way in. He was always eager to please. You pressed the red gem and wiggled it. Watching him writhe from the minimal movement. It was cruel, you knew, as you reached around and pumped his cock. Swiped your thumb over his tip, swirling the precum. He tensed in your hand and you pulled away.

“Tsk, tsk.” You brought your hand back to his cock after counting to fifteen. “Not yet.”

Viktor slammed a fist down on the couch but said nothing. You didn’t pull away from his cock.

“Not until I get to fuck you first,” you murmured as you pulled the plug out, watching him stretch around it. You stilled your other hand out of fear he’d cum. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d cum from your words. And you weren’t about to let that happen right before the main event. But you wanted to hear him say it. “Is that what you want, Vik?”

He groaned.

“Use your words,” you whispered, setting the plug aside and gently pumping his cock. “Tell me how badly you want me to fuck your tight little asshole.”

He seemed to battle with the response.

“B-Badly.”

He relaxed when you stepped back.

“Keep going.” You stepped into the harness, watching the lube leak down between his legs.

“I…” He shivered. “I want you to fuck me. Please. I want to be…filled.”

“Filled, huh?” You asked as you lubed up the strap-on. “You want this?”

You pressed the tip against his entrance and his entire body tensed. You shushed him as he whined, taking the tip slowly. He stretched around you, tight against the toy. You fought the resistance just enough to keep pushing the toy in, but not enough to overwhelm. This was his first time taking the toy more than just the tip. More than a vibrating toy, half the size, held in him until he spilled in your hand.

“Yes,” he begged. “Please. Fuck.”

You paused halfway in, slowly rocking your hips. Careful movements. Not wanting to hurt, not wanting to make him cum too soon. You wanted him to take all of it. And you knew he could. Especially with how needy he seemed to be to please you.

“Good boy. Taking me so well.” You started languid thrusts, hitting deeper and deeper each time. “That’s it, that’s it.”

Viktor sobbed. Your hips were flush against his ass and you nearly came from the sound. It wasn’t pain. It was frustration. It was the tip of the cock hitting just right there while his ached to be touched. It was being so close as you moved your hips so the toy just moved out an inch before slamming back in. Hitting his prostate like a damn vibrator, his cock repeatedly brushing against the couch.

He clawed for some sort of hold on the cushion. Furrowed his brow as he pressed his forehead against the soft fabric. His feet struggled to maintain traction on the floor. He was close. You knew he was. So you gripped his hips tight, rocked your hips back, and hit him harder, deeper, keeping the snail speed as he tried to compose himself. But he was coming undone at the seams.

“You wanna cum for me, Vik?” You reached around and just barely grabbed his cock, a struggle as each thrust pushed him closer to the couch. “But where you going to do it? I can’t have you ruining the couch, can I?”

He trembled like he wanted to scream.

“I-If you don’t stop-”

“Hold it,” you instructed. Commanded. Viktor slammed another fist down on the couch. “You don’t cum until I fuckin tell you to. Understand?”

“U-Understood.”

He shook. Visibly shook beneath you. He was so desperate to hold it off. To earn that bit of praise for following your directions. You made him sit in agony a little while longer. Slowing your thrusts, making sure they hit deep each time, just holding his cock, letting the only movement come from the way his hips jutted forward with each thrust.

You paused once. When he started to say the safeword. But he stopped halfway through, his cock so hard and hot in your hand, you wouldn’t have punished him if he came then. And you held back the praise when he didn’t.

Instead, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and jerked him up. He gasped and you nearly came at the sight of Viktor’s tear-stained face, red cheeks, glazed-over eyes. His lips parted as your gazes locked and he didn’t have to say anything for you to see the desperation. He was at his breaking point.

So, you broke him.

“Hold up your shirt.” You jerked your hips forward when he didn’t do it right away. “Good boy. Keep it there.”

You pumped his cock without restraint and caught two tears racing each other down his cheeks as his eyes clamped shut.

“Go ahead, fuckin paint your stomach.”

He did. Before you even finished speaking. He nearly doubled over, would have if you hadn’t held on tight. He tensed and trembled. Came in your hand, on his stomach. He stumbled out of your grasp, supporting himself on the couch as he shook. He would’ve fallen to the floor, you knew, if you hadn’t kept him upright.

You didn’t pull out of him until his breathing evened out and he whispered your name. A quiet plea.

“Good job,” you said as you pulled out and stepped out of the harness. You came out behind him and wrapped him in a hug. Brushing the hair from his damp forehead, the tears from his cheeks. “You did so well.”

He smiled. Crooked and soft.

“Mmm. Thank you.”

He leaned back against you, eyes closed. For everything you’d just put him through, he looked at peace. Blissed out. He turned his head just enough to face you, mouth grazing yours.

“Give me a moment, and I shall return the favor.”

You cocked a brow.

“I am quite curious if you can last as long as I did with the vibrator. One here.” He reached behind him and brushed your cunt. But his hand kept going, finger pressing where yours had on him earlier. “One here.”

“Oh,” was all you could say and Viktor laughed.

“It is so rare that you are the one lost for words.”

“Come,” you kissed him tenderly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Yes,” he mused. “Let’s.”

Extra:

Viktor was exhausted after. You couldn’t blame him. Rest you’d said. Five times as he guided you down onto the bed. Viktor you said as he pushed you on your back. What are you doing as he tied your wrists to your metal bed frame.

“Watching,” he purred in your ear.

Bottoms were discarded. Underwear peeled from you. Viktor’s eyes locked on you, glinting through the tired daze. He hummed as he parted your folds, running his fingers between them. So wet. He dipped two fingers in, eyeing you as your head tipped back. They pumped slowly and you couldn’t tell if he was purposefully being a tease or just tired. He scissored them, curled them, pumped them for only a few moments before pulling them out.

He replaced them with one of your vibrators. Gently working it in, pumping it lazily as you took it deeper and deeper. Your brows pinched as he flipped it on, body tensing as the strong vibrations rocked you. He left you like that for only he knew how long. Agonizingly so. Occasionally dropping his thumb to your clit and running languid circles over it.

You tightened around the toy, getting closer to the edge that was getting dangerously close dangerously fast.

And then you heard the bottle of lube.

“So tight,” he breathed as he pushed a finger against your asshole. “Gotta loosen you up, don’t I?”

He smirked as he added a second finger, cooing as you tensed, the burn almost pushing you over the edge. Viktor gave you a moment to adjust before pumping his fingers. He curled them so you could feel them nudge the vibrator. So you could feel it through every inch of your body. He reached his free hand up and cupped your cheek, dragging his thumb over your mouth as he worked his fingers. He looked downright dastardly as he eyed you.

“So tight.” He waited for you to suck his thumb before dropping his hand to your neck. He squeezed. He moved his fingers faster. Harder. Hitting deeper with each thrust. “Would you like the main event?”

You nodded. You weren’t going to last much longer.

“Use your words.” He nudged a third finger in and smiled as you squeezed around them.

“Yes, sir.” If he was going to mock you, you were going to mock him. “Please.”

He pinched your chin and pulled his fingers out. “Good girl.”

You kept your eyes closed as you listened to him shuffle about. The vibrations from the vibrator were deafening you. Stalling all thoughts in your head as the toy practically abused your cunt. And then you felt the head of the other toy press against your ass. You yanked on the restraints until they dug into your skin.

“That’s it,” Viktor murmured. “That’s it, good girl. Taking it so well. That’s it.”

“V-Viktor,” you moaned. And then he flicked it on and it roared to life. You choked on his name, kicking out until your heels got traction on the bed. You threw your head back against your pillows as your back arched. You groaned so loud it bounced off your bedroom walls.

And the toy wasn’t even all the way in.

He worked it in slowly, humming to himself as you writhed in front of him. Relinquish was on the tip of your tongue when you took all of it. It was overwhelming. Too much. Your hips lifted from the bed and you could feel the tears streaming down your cheeks. You weren’t sure if you were close to cumming or experiencing so much stimulation that you were just going to combust. You hadn’t even registered that you’d said his name until you felt Viktor’s hands push your hips back on the bed, and felt his mouth hover over your clit.

“Hold it,” he said, a hint of an edge in his voice. He licked your clit. “Fucking hold it.”

“I can’t. I can’t.” You’d never spoken so fast, so desperately. You were teetering on a potentially ruined orgasm as Viktor started to pull the vibrator out from your cunt. “I can’t, Vik, I can’t. Please. I need to. Don’t. I’m-”

He slammed the toy back into you.

“Cum for me.” He lowered his mouth back down to you and held your hips as still as he could. “I want every drop.”

And you gave it to him. You came so hard, Viktor had to hold the toys, making sure they stayed in. You kicked and writhed, tugged on the restraints harder than you ever had. Tried to pull away from him as he kept licking your swollen, overly sensitive clit. Every inch of your body tensed as you sobbed. And you sobbed again and Viktor shut the toys off. But he left them in, blowing softly on your clit as your body slowly relaxed. As much as it could with two toys still stuffed inside of it.

“Good girl,” he ran his tongue over your clit and laughed–fucking laughed–as you whined and tried to pull away from him.

He wiggled one of the toys, acting as if he didn’t know how each tiny movement set you off. Like fire in your veins. Flicking the end of your nerves like his tongue had your clit. He left them in as he untied the restraints.