#daddy viktor

You were taking a nap- in the middle of the day.

Really it couldn’t be helped, it was exhausting carrying around Viktor’s children. They were just as angular and chaotic as him, throwing elbows and twirling around inside you all day.

Now it was dark outside, and you wiped the drool from your chin- pulling on a soft robe. It was most definitely time for food, preferably something sweet… or maybe crunchy?

Bare feet pattering down the hall, you rounded the corner to the kitchen and glanced towards the small breakfast table- heart melting at the scene in front of you.

Viktor had your two year old daughter bouncing in his lap. Happily feeding her bites of…wait a second… was that the honey cake?

Your five year old son was one chair away, using his bare hands to pick off little chunks of moist sponge before smiling as each bite went into his mouth- gods he looked just like his father.

Tip toeing a little closer you spoke loudly, “Whatcha got there?”

Viktor startled, looking up to see you standing over him- hand resting on your cocked hip, stomach adorably rounded under one of those plain white shirts of his you kept stealing.

Your son’s eyes went wide before jamming the last bit of cake into his mouth- and your daughter didn’t understand the ramifications of the situation, she was just happy to see you.

“Well you see-“ Viktor started, but you cut him off.

“That wouldn’t happen to be the honey cake I made for your party tomorrow?” You sharply arched a brow.

“Ah- we really… uhm-“ Viktor floundered for an explanation.

“Mom, it was my idea,” your son blinked up at you with those wide amber eyes. “It’s my favorite, and I rea-ally wanted some.”

You looked at him and cracked a smile- eyes crinkling with fondness. He had you wrapped around his finger, and that little menace knew it too.

“I guess papa just won’t get to enjoy it at his party,” you conceded- not particularly upset but enjoying the way Viktor squirmed whenever you caught him doing something he shouldn’t.

Pulling up a chair next to your son, you reached for a piece, stomach letting out a low growl. “Seems like your little brothers want some too,” you looked down, patting your bump.

Something about being pregnant gave you a wicked sweet tooth- and Viktor was endlessly pleased as it meant the house was always stocked with his favorite sugary delicacies.

It was a double edged sword of course, because sometimes you had cravings for spicy chicken feet or pickled herring.

“Brother? Viktor choked out through a mouthful of cake.

“Oops,” your fork clattered against the table. Damn, you’d been keeping the secret so well. Chancing a peek at Viktor, you saw his eyes practically bulging from their sockets.

“I was going to tell you tomorrow- after the party, as a little birthday surprise,” you shrugged. “But we both know I’m terrible at keeping anything from you.”

“I am going to completely disregard the fact that you went to a healer's appointment without me,” however his tone told you that was something he would be bringing up later.

“We are having another boy?” Viktor asked, a tender grin lifting his features.

“No,” perhaps you were enjoying this a bit too much- that furrow in his brow, the way his head cocked in confusion.

Viktor was feeling uneasy, you had that secretive little smile that usually meant you were up to something.

“We’re having two boys,” you squealed.

Your son looked at you with awe. “I have two brothers in there,” his little finger pointed to your swollen belly.

Meanwhile Viktor sat there- completely shell-shocked. Jaw slack as he stared at your tummy.

“Vik, honey- are you alright?”

Say something, tell her how excited you are- how proud you are of the family you’ve built together, say anything…

“We are about to increase our number of children by 100%.”

Viktor had the urge to smack himself in the face. I am an idiot.

But you simply smiled at him from across the table, wrapping an arm around your son as he rubbed your bump reverently.

“Ooh you know I love it when you talk statistics to me,” you teased, sending him a playful wink.

“I am very excited,” he assured you, a heated look in his eyes.

“They’re going to be terrors,” you laughed- spearing another sticky forkful of cake.

“Just like me!” your son piped in proudly. “Uncle Jayce calls me a terror all the time.”

Snorting loudly, you ruffled his hair. “Oh buddy, your uncle Jayce is probably the biggest terror of them all… let me tell you a few stories-”

“Perhaps you’ll hear them when you are older,” Viktor cut in, eyeing you pointedly.

“C’mon,” the boy whined, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “I already heard the one where uncle Jayce and papa started a… what did you call it mom- a bar fight?”

Your head snapped down to look at your son, wracking your brain for when you’d shared that little gem of a story with him.

“Oh really?” Viktor sent you a withering glare.

“I did not tell him about that,” you insisted.

“No, auntie Cait was over and I was e- eez… What was that word you used papa? Eeez-dropping,” his small head hung low, wild auburn curls falling down over his thick lashes.

Viktor attempted to school his expression- suppressing a chuckle. He is quite nosey, just like his mother.

“Zaychik, it is not polite to eavesdrop,” Viktor chided.

Your daughter started squirming from Viktor’s lap, reaching out towards you. “I want mommy,” her little voice demanded.

“Eh- got your cake now you are finished with me, I see how it is,” Viktor gave a melodramatic sigh, long arms scooping her up. She giggled as he peppered her chubby cheeks with kisses before passing her over to you.

Accepting her into your lap gladly, your nose buried in her hair- smelling the sweet curls. She blinked up at you with a sleepy smiling, mouth opening into a wide yawn.

“Seems like it’s time for bed,” you hoisted her up with a grunt- she wasn’t particularly heavy but holding the kids was a little more clumsy with your bump in the way.

Viktor watched you like a hawk, having left his cane in the bedroom he limped over to take her from you arms. He wasn’t a particularly overprotective partner, sure he could be possessive- but he’d always respected your independence.

But something about you being pregnant triggered an instinct inside of him. All the little things he’d never thought twice about became potential threats. It was worse with your first pregnancy- he’d read all those baby books and almost burst a blood vessel.

Insisting to come along on every trip to the market, carrying each box or bag, making pastry deliveries in your stead because the walk was too far.

Gods he’d even invented a specialized protective vest for you to wear in the lab just in case there was an incident.

You put your foot down after he’d sorted through your fridge one afternoon. Throwing away this or that because it might not be good for the baby.

This was your third pregnancy, and he reigned himself in quite well by now. But there would always be those subtle changes in behavior, that extra firm grip to ensure you wouldn’t fall on the sidewalk- those piercing golden eyes tracking your every move to make certain you didn’t lift anything too heavy.

The news about having twins was going to set him off as well, you’d bet anything he would return from the library tomorrow afternoon with a stack of books on the subject.

You could never truly fault him, not for a second.

Watching Viktor softly coo to your sleepy daughter, seeing that tender warmth in his eyes as he glanced down at your son- it was almost suffocating, how deeply you loved him.

Reaching out to hold your son’s hand, the four of you headed to the kids’ room to put them to bed for the night.

******* ******

One last glance at their sleeping faces and you shut the door gently, following Viktor to your bedroom.

The second your bedroom door closed, Viktor pushed you up against the wood. Knee slotting between your legs as his mouth descended upon yours ferociously.

His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and you opened immediately, desperate for whatever you could get. He wasn’t being rough per-se, but he definitely wasn’t usually this forceful when you were pregnant. It was something you ached for that he was just too nervous to give, and you’d never pressure him into something that made him uncomfortable.

Viktor was always an attentive and devoted lover, if anything it only increased when you were pregnant. He loved to lay soft kisses all along the stretched skin of your stomach, rubbing lotion on it or simply smoothing his hands up and down the bump every chance he got.

But now he had maneuvered you to the bed, slowly sucking a deep bruise onto your jugular- one hand of long fingers wrapped around both your wrists, pinning them above your head.

He forced a lithe thigh between your legs and you felt heat pool low in your gut. You were getting turned on at an alarming rate, spreading your legs wider to grind down on the corded muscle of his leg.

“Finding out you’re having two boys sure does a lot for that pesky little ego of yours, huh?” you mocked, attempting to rile him further.

Viktor glanced up from the lovebite he was leaving on your collar, with a look you could only describe as bitchy.

“I am not a Neanderthal… I am simply excited at the prospect of our growing family,” Viktor was painfully hard as he stared at you on the bed beneath him. His palms moved to your stomach, pulling the shirt up to skim across your bare skin.

“Eh- perhaps there is a bit of ego involved,” he conceded- helping you sit up as he pulled your shirt and bra off in one smooth tug. Latching his lips around your tender nipple, he suckled and nipped- the sting of teeth was a bit sharper than usual and you reveled in it.

“How could I not be filled with pride when I look at you,” he tugged down your shorts, brow raising at your lack of panties. “So good to our children, so good to me,” he murmured- kissing a trail down your swollen tummy.

“Ah- AH,” you cried out- hips squirming as he slid a single long finger up and down your slit. “I know exactly what you mean,” you panted. “Every time I watch you take care of the kids…. Mmmh- I want pin you to the nearest surface and ride you.”

“Hmm, is that not how we ended up in this situation?” Viktor asked smugly.

“Who’s idea was it to have more kids anyway?” you huffed out, wanting to roll over and wipe that look of his perfectly angular face.

“I believe it was technically Jayce.”

“Oh gods you’re right!” snorting loudly, you thought of that day…

The whole family had gone to the carnival, you had insisted it was too nice outside to work and dragged the boys out of the lab- inviting Cait as well.

You and Viktor were holding hands, sitting on a bench passing a cup of pureed fruit back and forth as you watched on with contentment. The kids really did love their aunt and uncle.

Jayce had your tiny daughter up in his arms- resting on a hip as he tried to feed her bits of cinnamon dough. She grabbed for bigger pieces, giggling happily and smearing hot cinnamon sugar all over his sleeves.

Cait and your son were getting their faces painted, and you watched him chatter excitedly at her as the artist tried to paint tiger stripes on his fidgeting frame. She smiled fondly at him- trying to keep up with whatever he was saying.

He may be a carbon copy of Viktor- but that mouth was all yours.

Then Jayce let out a sound of excitement as your daughter babbled his name for the first time.

A beaming grin lit up his face as he said… “I wish there were more of them.”

It was an offhanded comment- and afterwards Jayce went about coaxing her to say his name again, completely forgetting what he’d just said. But the words floated heavily in the air between you and your husband.

You looked towards Viktor to see his gaze already locked on you- the same question in each of your eyes.

Six months later here you were, pregnant and laid out beneath Viktor’s talented fingers

You were pulled back to the present as a second finger joined the first, still sliding up and down through your folds. Viktor swirled around the wetness pooling at your entrance, dipping in and out shallowly before pulling them away. He popped the moist digits into his mouth, moaning at the taste of your juices.

“You’re so sweet-” he growled, pupils blown wide. “All wet… just for me.”

Returning his fingers to your entrance, he slid them inside you at a glacial pace- glancing up at your face for any signs of discomfort.

“S’good, fill me up… please,” you whined.

“As you wish,” his fingered plunged into you- curling upwards inside you in that perfect way, knocking the air from your lungs. Your hips swiveled in slow circles, trying to ride his fingers at a harder pace.

“Ah- ah, none of that,” his other hand pinned your hips to the bed. “You will take what I give you,” he demanded in a firm tone. “If you cannot hold still I will stop.”

You whimpered, torn between refusing his demands or submitting to them. Usually you’d at least make it a little more difficult for him, play the game a little longer- maybe even turn the tides. But you so rarely got to see him like this when you were pregnant, so you lie still- sending him a saccharine smile.

“I’ll hold still,” you promised, lashes fluttering softly. “Anything you want, I know you’ll take care of me- please.

He knew you were laying it on a bit thick intentionally, it was your little way of letting him know this bout of submission was a privilege. It got him off even more, that you were giving him this.

That you chose to cede control, the both of you knowing if you’d really wanted to, you could push him down and ride his fingers- and Viktor would crumble to your will instantly.

Spreading your legs, he gazed down hungrily, thumbs drawing soft circles into the skin of your inner thighs. Viktor shuffled down the bed, leaning in so close that hot puffs of breath fanned across the sensitive folds of you pussy.

Using one hand to pre-emptively pin you to the bed, the other parted your slick outer lips- the rough pad of his thumb drawing gentle circles around your swollen clit.

“Y-yes- ahhh,” fighting to remain still- you let out loud whines of pleasure, head thrown back to push into the pillows.

Viktor's sinfully plush lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking in a hard pulsating rhythm that had your legs flailing wildly in each direction.

“Oh- perfect, that’s perfect please don’t stop-” you begged, voicing going pitchy with desperation. Two fingers slid easily back inside you, pressing upwards in a slow and steady tempo to match pace with the suction on your clit.

Pushing up on your elbows to glance down, the sight was enough to make your walls clench. Viktor’s head between your legs- mouth latched onto your dripping pussy, shamelessly letting out the most obscene slurping sounds.

Your fingers tangled into his messy locks, giving them a light tug. He looked up, deep molasses gaze locking onto yours. Something about the precious way Viktor fluttered his lashes as he worked the tip of his tongue around your clit was positively filthy.

“Vik- M’close… gonna- ah, AH.”

Viktor’s gaze sharpened as you thrust down onto his hand, hyper focused on the expressions of pleasure that stretched across your beautiful face. You tugged harder at his hair as the fingers inside you sped up their pace- causing Viktor humm out a low moan.

The added vibration sent you over the edge, building pressure pulsing in low waves throughout your body- making your muscles quiver and toes curl.

Straining to keep your eyes open, you locked onto Viktor’s intense gaze, his tongue still moving in gentle strokes to slowly bring you through the aftershocks of pleasure. Eventually it become too much, and he pulled back as your legs tried to close instinctively.

Pulling him up for a bruising kiss, you moaned at the taste of your arousal coating his tongue. Viktor let out a weak whine, hips grinding against the bed in search for relief.

“So good for me-” you cooed into his mouth. “You take such good care of me,” he let out another weak sound at your words- reveling in the praise.

“How is it that I always find myself at your mercy,” Viktor rasped in a thick voice.

“I’d be happy to lie back and let you fuck my throat,” your palm reached down to cup his cock- basking in punched out way all the air left his lungs. “But I know you won’t do that.”

And you were right, Viktor couldn’t bring himself to be that rough when you were pregnant- not after reading about how important it was to maintain healthy oxygen levels.

“Lie back,” you demanded, clumsily yanking down his pants before switching positions. Propping a soft pillow under his left leg- you dropped a tender kiss to his kneecap, settling comfortably in the space between his thighs.

Viktor was long and thick, his swollen head leaking in heavy drops against the creamy skin of his stomach. “Ah- I enjoy when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you asked, looking up at him coyly.

“Like you are going to devour me,” his cheeks flushed, hips shifting in anticipation.

“Mmm, better not keep my sweet boy waiting then,” you dipped down- licking a molten trail from the base all the way to the ridge of his head. Viktor squirmed, locking his joints in order to keep still as your lips wrapped around him- the heated suction of your mouth sliding wetly up and down his throbbing cock.

The both of you were on edge tonight, and Viktor’s usually carefully controlled emotion’s were running high- too excited by the news of twins to be tamped down.

You lived for moments like these, the broken way his deep moans turned to sharp mewls. Each swipe of your tongue bringing a sweet symphony of delicious sounds from his slick lips. After all these years, he still got embarrassed sometimes- trying to stifle the needy sounds into a pillow.

Sucking especially deep, you pulled off for a moment to get his attention. “Don’t, I like the way you sound… it’s perfect.” Diving back down, you mouthed lightly at his heavy balls, pressing a finger firmly against the sensitive patch of skin directly beneath.

Viktor nodded frantically, your firm assurance all he needed to let loose a positively pornographic string of moans. “Nghh, please… so good,” he begged- hips following the sweet pressure of your fingertip.

“Hmm, it’s been a while- maybe I should open you up?” Your tight grip stroked up and down his hard shaft, and that lone finger slid lower to brush against his puckered hole.

“O-oh, I- I am close… might not make it t-that long,” he whined in disappointment.

“I could always stop, give you a moment to calm down,” you offered, arching a brow in question as your pumping slowed to a halt.

“No!” he shot up, a frenzied expression on his sharp features- wild tufts of hair sticking up in all directions. “Just give me one- please, don’t need the oil.”

“Fair enough,” you shrugged- an evil glint in your eyes. You brought a single finger to your lips, enjoying his wolfish gaze as you sloppily wet it with spit.

“But tomorrow… I’m going to get you all slick and open you up real slow,” the edge of your index finger probed at his hole. “Then, I’m going to get your favorite toy- you know… the pink one,” pushing harder with the pad of your finger, you rubbed up and down to catch on his rim.

“And I’m going to fuck you,” you whispered in a filthy tone, finally sliding into him.

“Oh, y- yes, mmm- please, please, please. Viktor lived for that sweet slow burn, thrusting up and down on your finger with reckless abandon.

“Mmm, so perfect like this- look so pretty fucking yourself on my finger,” you praised. “You want to cum?”

“Yesss, need it so bad… p-please!”

Hooking your finger with practiced ease, it didn’t take long until you found his prostate with remarkable accuracy. Knocking hysterical wails from his sore throat with each striking punch.

He could finish like this, you knew it- and judging by the delirious way his eyes rolled back, palms scrabbling for handfuls of the sheets- he was close.

Viktor let out the most pathetic whine of frustration as your finger pulled out of him completely, but it choked off into a low groan when a second finger forcefully slid back in alongside the first.

The pounding pressure against his prostate combined with that burning stretch was enough to drag a scream from his lips. White hot pleasure hit Viktor with blinding force, his hot hole fluttering wildly around your digits- hips flexing up and down as continuous spurts of cum painted messy stripes over his bare chest.

Latching your mouth around the head of his twitching cock, you teased him through those last few pulses with slow sucks, until finally he nudged you off with shaky arms.

“Good?” you asked with a tender smile.

“Otherworldly,” Viktor panted, a boyish grin lighting up his face.

******* ******* *******

He rolled out of bed, wobbling to the bathroom on shaky legs- returning with a damp towel to clean the both of you off. Slipping into an old sweater, you appreciated the corded muscles of Viktor’s back as he slid on a pair of cotton shorts.

“Are you really going to fuck me tomorrow,” he asked conversationally, pouring you a glass of water from the pitcher on the vanity.

“Will you let me?” you asked with poorly concealed excitement, gulping down the entire glass gratefully.

“I supposed,” Viktor agreed, taking a moment to think.

“I know I can be… eh- a bit overcautious, and I really do miss-” he cleared his throat shyly. “I miss feeling you fill me up,” he admitted.

“Oh honey- me too,” you soothed, not liking the sheepish way his shoulders curled in on themselves. “I’ll take it easy I promise, you can be in charge- that way you won’t be worried about me overworking myself.”

Cupping both hands around Viktor’s face, your thumbs grazed over each cheekbone tenderly.

“Thank you,” his hand reach up to clasp one of your own, pulling it to his chest to press against his thumping heart. “I know it is not easy sometimes, but thank you for letting me fuss over you.”

“Oh yes, I’m quite the saint- letting my handsome husband attend to my every need,” you sighed dramatically- enjoying the fond eyeroll you got in return.

Viktor noticed your empty glass, refilling it with a critical eye. “Have you been drinking enough water, you know hydration is very-”

You cut him off with a kiss, hands tangling in his sweaty hair as your mouth trailed up from his lips to his forehead- leaving a final kiss between his brows before pulling back.

Climbing into bed, you settled comfortably into the cradle of Viktor’s arms, fingertips skimming across the soft hairs of his forearm.

“Oh!” you let out a surprised squeak.

“What? What is it?!” Viktor asked frantically, worry thickening his accent.

“They’re kicking,” grabbing his hand you placed it on the side of your belly. “Feel that? Oof I think the other one is kicking over here too.”

He smiled down at you in awe- your third pregnancy and it still never ceased to amaze him. That indescribable feeling of tiny arms and legs bumping against his fingertips through the skin of your tummy. It was an unparalleled form of intimacy, something he was eternally grateful to share with you.

“They are quite lively,” his palms followed their movements tender reverence. “We are going to have our hands full.”

“Gods, I can’t believe we’re gonna have more,” you snorted.

Head pillowed on his chest, you were lulled to sleep by the soft sureness of Viktor’s warm hands rubbing gentle circles across your swollen stomach.