🍯 Quill ⚙️

crawling into bed after a long day, Viktor moved to settle in on your right. his leg had been killing him all day, his head throbbing from a never ending headache. but it all seemed to calm down when he was with you.

you let out the prettiest noises while you were sleeping, especially when his hand slipped down between your thighs, playing with your soft cunt. he couldn’t help himself- the idea of making you feel nice made him feel nice. what better way to end his day on a nice note?

slender fingers circling your little bud, occasionally rolling it between the pads as a shiver wracked through you in your sleepy state. he always adored how his boy’s thighs would get tighter and tighter around his wrist, having to fight to keep up his pace.

“i know, i know love. it just feels too good, hm?” he whispers against the shell of your ear as his cock starts to chub up against the curve of your ass. “you deserve nothing but pleasure” he murmurs softly as he slips a finger into your tight hole, being careful as to not cause any pain.

as your eyes flutter slightly, he slows down his pace, coming almost to a complete stop. he couldn’t dare wake you up, not when he was being so selfish as to use you for his own amusement. “forgive me” he breathes against your neck as he starts to place the gentlest of kisses along your skin. “do not let matters of the flesh concern you, hm? just sleep, my love. you need your rest.”

making a small noise as your eyes close again, his fingers pick up the pace slightly as he every so gently grinds against your arse. “fuck” he whispers breathlessly when he slips a second finger into you. “so tight- my boy is so tight” he murmurs against your soft skin.

he can’t help but let out a weak moan when he feels how your cunt is sucking on his fingers, pulling him deeper. even in your sleep you needed him so desperately. “you are such a good boy” he breathes as he kisses along your bare shoulder. “the best boy- taking me so well. how amazing are you, no? being able to sleep while taking my fingers up your pretty boycunt. a marvel, you are.”

as you shift in your sleep, he smiles against your skin as he peppers kisses along your shoulder blade, his left hand positioning so he can run his fingers through your hair comfortingly. “the sweetest thing i’ve seen, i swear it” he says comfortingly. “in all my life.. nothing as beautiful as you.”

“hm?” you hum faintly as he attempts to add a third finger while his thumb rubs your clit, the rough pad of his fingers causing a nice friction- one of the better parts of him often working with his hands.

“remarkable.” he sighs against your skin. “such a sweet and soft creature.. no survival instincts” he teases against your ear. “what if i were dangerous, my love? what if i wasn’t your Viktor?” he questions faintly.

a little noise of confusion slips past your throat as your thighs squeeze together, starting to feel and recognize his touch.

“oh, but you’re so right, little love. it would be no one else. i wouldn’t let them.” he murmurs. “you’re safe” he adds comfortingly when you start to stir. “you’re in good hands. my fingers will carry you to where my legs cannot. always.”