#sub!viktor

As these words leave your mouth you reach a hand up and wrap it around his throat, while applying no pressure you use it as a reminder of what context you are implying with your command. As your fingers settle on his neck, you feel his pulse pump under your fingertips and see his pupils dilate the slightest bit before he looks down at you and nods his head in agreement. “I take it tonight you will be the one in charge?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “Only if you let me, my love.” You speak in a soft tone, he knows you would never force him into any position or dynamic he doesn’t want to be in but he can tell by the gleam in your eye that you wish to take care of him tonight.

He smiles and slowly slides his hand up your arm until it grasps the hand on his neck and gives it a slight squeeze. You remove your hand from his neck and gently caress his cheek with it. You would love to stand here and get lost in his eyes or trace the moles that decorate his beautiful face but you have a plan. “You are going to go home and prepare a nice, hot, and steamy bath with plenty of bubbles and bath salts and I am going to get Jayce to his home and meet you there with dinner. Do you understand?”

He blinks down at you, pleasantly surprised that your demand of the evening is as simple as that, and nods before standing straighter and walking in the direction of his assigned place of residence, but not before leaning over and placing a kiss on your forehead. You watch him depart for a few moments before you begin your part of the deal.

Rushing back into the laboratory, not caring if any noise wakes up Jayce, you make haste in attempting to at least get the papers on Viktor’s desk into one big neat pile. Placing all the tools in places you knew they needed to go, anything else was left out for Viktor to put away whenever he returns. Walking over to Jayce’s desk you attempt to repeat the same steps you did with Viktor’s for anything that he wasn’t currently drooling on in his sleep. Once you completed that to the best of your ability, you gently shake Jayce awake, and in his delirious state, stand him up, place his coat on him, and drag him out of the lab. Only stopping to lock the door behind you with his keys and lugging him off to his dorm. After he is safely delivered into his place and dropped into his bed still wearing his academy uniform, you book it for Viktor’s place in hopes he hadn’t completed the task you assigned him yet. Once you arrive and catch your breath, you open the door to the dorm and walk in quietly.

Hearing the sound of the bath running in the back of the place causes you to let out a sigh of relief knowing he hasn’t already laid in bed to wait for you to return. You walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to find your special order of food you picked up before going to the lab and serving it onto two plates, leaving them covered in a kitchen for the moment. A short journey to the bathroom reveals Viktor leaning against the sink in his underwear, watching the bathwater fill as bubbles cover the steamed water below. Knocking to alert him of your presence, you take in his lanky form in a slow once over.

He’s always been skinny but you feel as if he’s lost even more weight since the last time you saw him in this state. His eyes were unfocused and almost childlike with how wide and whimsical they appeared as they watched the tub fill. Walking up behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist and run your hands along his chest mindlessly drawing shapes and caressing him any place you could reach on his torso. You rest your head on his shoulder and place light kisses on his upper back, neck, wherever you could reach. You felt his shoulders slowly drop as his head lulled to the side to give you more room to work with. Your hands, still rubbing his chest, slip down towards his briefs and run along with the upper band of them. You slowly reach one thumb under the band and pull the shorts away from his body, listening for the hitch in his breath as the cool room air hits his privates. You quickly tilt your head over as you let the band on his briefs go with a quick snap, confirming that your attention to his upper half caused the proper reaction for his lower half.

He shoots straight up with a slight cough as he’s brought back to the present moment and watches you as you lean over to shut the water off and lean down to mix the bubbles a bit. “It looks so nice and inviting,” you speak with a slight smile. Turning your head to look at him you can’t help but feel your chest swell with pride as he looks slightly pitiful with his puppy dog eyes and significant tent in his underwear. “What exactly are you planning Y/N? Evenings, where you’re in charge, don’t usually begin with a self-care session.” Viktor asks as he removes his last piece of clothing and steps into the tub, adjusting to the heat before he sinks slowly using your shoulder as support. “Viktor, I just want to take care of you tonight. Is that a crime?” “Well, no. But the way you spoke in the lab earlier made it seem like you had…other intentions for this evening.” You remove your pants, dip your feet in the water, and sit on the edge of the tub before you lean over and lightly push Viktor's shoulders until he's leaning against the back of the tub. Using your hand, you cup the water and lift it over his head, pouring it into his hair until his auburn stands are all laid back. Viktor watched you as you moved and the longer you didn’t respond to him the more the slight blush on his face grew until his neck and ears were flushed as well.

“I do have plans for this evening but they’re nothing too special and will only happen if you want them to.” You brush your fingers through his hair again. “What do you think I was planning for when we got home Viktor?” He quickly closed his eyes as if not seeing you would make the blushing he is doing go away and you wouldn’t be able to see his embarrassment. “I assumed you would arrive with….more vigor and taken the lead from there with your…plan.” “Vigor?” You repeat, staring down at him. He turns his face in the opposite direction from you as if he can feel your eyes on him. “Well maybe a more..primal aura than what you are showing right now..” You can sense he’s getting to the point where he wants to shut down his thoughts and clam up in hopes of not reading the room wrong, much like he used to do in your earlier memories of knowing each other.

To ease his mind, you run your hand through his hair and down to his neck, repeating the action you did in the lab, resting your hand against his pulse. Lifting one finger, you nudge his head back in the direction you are and quickly squeeze his throat once before releasing just as quick. His eyes snap open as he gasps and stares into your eyes, his blush from his earlier confession creeping its way down to his chest. “It seems as if you fail to realize that I plan on taking care of you and destroying you this evening. In more ways than one. Do you understand what I mean now my love?” You stare into his eyes as you watch his lips part as if to speak but nothing comes out as he stares at you with doe eyes.

“I asked a question. Viktor.” Your hand slowly tightens around his throat and you pull his face towards yours as you lean down, leaving only enough room to breathe between the two of you. “Pl-please. yes.” He whispers. Satisfied with his response, you release his neck and lean him back against the tub. You reposition yourself towards the middle of the tub, still sitting on the edge, and lightly tap the knee of the leg farthest from you. He looks at you puzzled before lifting his foot and placing the leg in your hand. You put his leg against the furthest wall of the tub and lean down, reaching into the water, and grab his other leg and place it in your lap. Viktor tries to sit up, realizing he’s sitting spread eagle with nothing but the dissolving bubbles covering his manhood, but you firmly place a hand on his chest to prevent this. He relaxes back against the tub and you run your hand down his chest slowly feeling every dip and letting your pinkie slide across one of his nipples.

His eyes are wide as they stare at your hand making its journey under the water and as you place a firm grasp on his shaft. His eyes flick from where your hand Is up to your face as he lets out a low whine. You feel his dick grow as the blood fills it at the attention it is receiving. “Tell me, Viktor. How are you feeling? What are you feeling, right now?” You can see his breath quickening as you slowly squeeze and relax your hand, just enough to stimulate him. “I-it, it feels good, your hand” he responds shakily. “Good boy. What is my hand doing that makes you feel good?” “It’s holding..me,” “holding you where’s my love? Your hand, your heart?” “Holding my-my dick.”

You speed up your squeezing pulses just a smidge and watch as his hands move from under the water onto the edge of the tub, searching for something to grasp on to. “Hmmm, yes it sure is, isn’t it? Have you guessed what I’m planning on doing with this yet hmmm?” You watch him closely and pause your hand when he attempts to thrust his hips up. “I- no please no I don’t..” he looks up at you, pitifully, as his hands grip the walls of the tub and his hips settle. “Oh, my poor baby. I’ll give you a hint and if you guess right you’ll get a treat, how’s that sound?” He nods quickly before taking a deep breath and speaking, “are you going to make me cum?” His tone is almost timid as he answers you. You let out a hearty chuckle before responding, “oh no! No, no, noo honey! You’re not just going to be coming tonight my precious! I’m going to milk you fucking dry. After the way I was greeted today in the lab, I figured it would be the perfect way to remind you how kindness is rewarded and misbehaving is punished. Okay?” You didn’t think his eyes could open any wider than they did when you finished your statement. You have to hold your breath to not burst out into giggles.

Your hand returns to its initial pulsing method as you lean over and gently kiss him. As you pull back you utter, “remind me, love. What is the safe word?” You kiss him quickly again then wait for his answer, “green for go, yellow for slow, red to stop.” You can’t help but smile and kiss him one last time before you lean back and commend him with a quiet “good.” You waste no time before you begin jerking him at a slow but steady pace under the water. Gasps and quiet moans leave his mouth and fill the bathroom as you reach your other hand under the water and gently rub his balls. His hand jumps from the edge of the tub onto your arm, holding on tight as you bring him higher and higher towards his peak. Curses and pleas leave him as your hands assault him with pleasure and you slide your hand from his balls, down past his perineum, stopping to lightly rub small circles into the area, until your finger graze his hole. A small choking sound leaves him as his other hand shoots into the water to grab your wrist and your focus shifts to his face to check on him.

His hair is still slicked neatly back from the water but that remains the only feature on him that appears to be in order. His eyes are wide, his mouth agape, his whole upper half is bright red and if you hadn’t known you just took him off guard with a slight caress of his hole you’d think he was about to pass out. The hand he grabbed your wrist with squeezes tighter as he wheezes out a quick, “gr-green. please. Green, don’t stop.” And your core tightens with need as you use your finger to rub light circles around his hole. You know this may not be the best setting for any proper fingering but you love watching as his eyes go from pleading to desperate when you continue to tease him. “Oooh what a sweet look on your face. I bet you didn’t suspect this on my list of punishments for you, huh? Don’t worry your amazing little head. You’ll understand soon enough.” Your hand pumps him faster and your fingers rub and poke and prod him harder and quicker, never pushing in but just barely scratching the surface of his opening. “I’m sure this was implied but you can come wheneveeer you want ok?” His eyes focus on you as your voice brings him back to himself and he nods. His eyes are brewing up small tears and you can’t wait to watch those fall later when you show him the amazing treats you have in store.

His never-ending moans and whines get quicker and louder and soon enough you’re slightly worried your neighbors might hear him. “Please! Please Y/N please don’t. Don’t stop im- I’m gonna c..” You slide an inch of your index finger into his hole and feel it suck you in and contract as his body freezes, his breathing stutters, and he releases into the now room temperature water. You keep pumping him and slightly wiggle your finger until his hands grab your wrists and try to push them away. You softly chuckle before you let him go and withdraw your hands from the water. Watching his body sag back like a lanky bag and his eyes flutter closed as he collects himself after the whirlwind he just felt. You’re not sure how long it’s been since you’ve seen him spread so open yet so relaxed at the same time but you allow yourself to enjoy for a few long moments.

You slowly lift his leg off your lap and place it into the water before reaching over and doing the same with the other. You unplug the bathtub and reach over to the towels hanging on the rack and slinging them over your shoulder before you stand and offer your hands to Viktor. You help maneuver him to a standing position and dry him off while he stares at you like you just cracked the longest cold case in existence. You place a kiss on his cheek before saying, “don’t look at me like that. The night has only begun. Take your time drying off and then meet me in the bedroom.” He nods his head and you help him step out of the tub and make sure his cane is still leaning on the sink before you briskly walk into his bedroom to prepare as quickly as possible. Not many things were needed for what you planned but the setup took a few moments longer than you anticipated since what you needed was hidden in the bottom of your designated drawer in his dresser.

Once everything was in place and ready you simply sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to come in. Once he entered the room you rose quickly after noticing he didn’t bother putting any clothes on and rushed to his side to lift him into your arms so you could place him in the bed with haste. A slight squeal left him as his feet left the ground but he quickly settled when you placed him in the center of the bed. “I always forget you can do that until you do it.” He mutters under his breath, causing you to smile slightly because even though people think he might be light due to his lanky form. He’s still tall and weighs in right before a normal amount for someone his age and height. You climb into the bed with him and climb onto his lap. Hovering over him, you stare at him and wait for a response. He looks at you blankly before gesturing with his eyes towards your lap. “I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist to catch on what you plan on using that for.” He says with a slight glare. “Oh! But you haven’t even asked where I got it! Or hid it, or what I’m going- oh never mind! Viktor you’re not fun…” Crossing your arms over your chest, you stare down at him while his attention is steadily focused on the strap on you saddled yourself into while he was in the bathroom.

Thanks to his blessed nudeness it was clear as day when his dick twitched with interest but you knew it was still too soon for him to go again. “Ok smartass since you cracked the code I need you to help me get it ready.” His hand reached up and begin rubbing your thigh, “isn’t the lube on the nightstand? Just hand it to me.” It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes before you shimmy down the bed and slide Viktor down until his head is flat on the pillow. “We won’t need that until later. Right now, you’re going to give me a blowjob.” He blinks at you. “Uhh, no offense but why would I…suck it..you can’t feel anything?” He directs his attention to the fake phallus between your legs. “…You can’t feel anything, right?” You roll your eyes for real this time and can’t even be bothered to explain your reasoning to him. You shift your body until your knees are on either side of his head and you have a nice view of his crotch. “Less talking, more sucking.” You lean your torso forward and grab the base of the strap-on dick. It takes a few tries and a couple of slaps to his face, most of which were on accident before the tip goes into his mouth. He started slow from what you could see, sucking the head, licking around the tip. You played your part well, you think.

Moaning whenever you saw him take in a few inches, sighing when he would pull off to run his tongue alongside it. The more sounds you made, the less nervous he seemed to be in doing the action. Once he reached up to wrap his hand around the base of the dick, you let out a downright whorish moan of his name and he got into it. Sucking, slobbering, and almost gagging on it as if you were really about to shoot a load down his throat. A little voice in the back of your mind curses whatever the hell lives in the sky for robbing you of the experience of filling Viktor to the brim with cum. You reached down to grab his hands, having to tap his elbow for him to hand you the one that was holding the dick. Pulling them down and placing them by his side, you readjusted your hips and lifted then dropped your hips about half an inch. Viktor caught on quickly, his focus shifted from bobbing his head to keeping it still while maintaining suction. After a few moments and a couple of gags, he was full-on letting you fuck his face. It felt glorious and from your view of his lap, he was loving it, maybe more than you did.

You thrust your hips one last time, holding for a moment on the downstroke just to hear him gag before you pulled out, lifted, and sat down next to his upper body. Giving him a few moments to catch his breath, you saw his spit-covered face and nearly ripped the strap on off so you could ride his face until oblivion but after a few deep breaths, you collected yourself and leaned over to kiss him. His mouth tasted slightly like plastic but you could feel, smell, and taste every bit of him and it made you want to eat him up. Once you pull away, you reach over to the nightstand and grab your necessary item before sliding down the bed and placing yourself between his legs. “Turn over and put your ass up.” He moved with no assistance and folded his arms under his head. You knew his leg would get sore in this position after too long so you didn’t hesitate. His dick hung heavy between his legs and when you grabbed it he let out a small squeaky sound. Leaning down, you placed small kisses anywhere you could reach. Up his spine, on his thigh, then your spread his cheeks to kiss his hole, his toes curled and he whined softly. Deciding you can save that treat for another night, you quickly lube your two fingers and rub them up and down against his hole.

He arches his back as deep as he could go invite you to start working but you teased his hole for what felt like hours. Circling, prodding, and rubbing around and around until you could see a little puddle of precum forming on the bed. Slowly, you slide your index finger in and hold it still for a moment once the second was in. You could hear his breathing quicken and the fire in your chest decided you need yourself to speed up just as much as he did. Finding a comfortable rhythm, you began thrusting your finger in and out until you could feel his hole relax. After taking your time putting in the second finger, his noises that were being fed into a pillow at the moment grew closer and closer together. Enough was enough, you’d decided so once you safely removed your fingers from him.

You helped him on his back and bent his legs until he was holding his knees towards his chest. Normally you know he’d be too embarrassed to be placed in this position but you see from the droplets building in his eyes that he nearing the of no return. You touch him anywhere your hand can reach as you lube up the dildo and shimmy forward until the head is aligned with his hole. “Viktor. Look at me.” You commanded him. His hair was a mess on his face due to sweat and shoving his face into a pillow. You use your clean hand to comb your fingers, brushing it back as you lean in and give him a passionate, slow kiss. Pulling away from the kids, you take a second to stare at his face. Observe and note as many pieces of this moment in your mind as you can. His unruly hair, your pitiful attempt at pushing it back, his eyes, his mouth, his nose, his moles, any and every part of his face you wanted to carve into your mind at this exact moment. “I love you,” you whisper. “I love you too.” He whispers back. Before you can let your emotions boil over, you angle your hips and pushed the plastic dick into him. His mouth dropped open when the full length inched its way inside and he let out a gasping sound once your hips met one another. Giving him a moment to catch his breath, you slide your hands up the back of his thighs until they met his own and push his knees just a tad more so you have the perfect view of all of him. You watch him closely as you begin to grind your hips in slow circles and the way his eyes flutter close almost makes you lose it.

You continue to grind and grind into him until he tries to take control of the pace himself, rolling his hips down into yours. Taking that as a sign that he’s ready to go, you shift a little before pulling back until half is out of him. Just as slow as you pulled out, you pushed back in and nearly moaned out loud when you saw his dick jump at the feeling. Once you pulled back out, you pounded back in hard. One of his hands moved from behind yours on his knee up towards your chest as he grabs your shirt and pulls you into him. “YES. yes please please keep-Don’t stop.” He almost whines when you pull out once again and thrust back into him. Finding a steady pace, with a good amount of force behind every thrust, you watched his mouth drop wide open and his eyes roll back for a second. Keeping your hips angled just right, you pounded him into a mess, like a whore.

Moans left him with every thrust and his face scrunched. You grabbed the hand against your chest and placed it back on the back of his knee so you could use your free hand and wrap it around his throat as you did earlier. One squeeze, thrust in, release, pull out, repeat. The mantra of rhythm bumped in your mind as you drove him higher and higher. As you lean close to his ear you say, “See what happens? When you act like a bitch. You get treated like one. But you love it, don’t you? I’m making you feel so good and you’re going to cum all over your fucking face just because I said so, right?” You asking manically. His eyes bulged out of his head when they shot open as you began tightening the squeeze pulses on his throat after you asked your question. You didn’t expect an answer by any means. Honestly, if he were able to even speak right now, other than broken-off whorish moans, you’d be a little disappointed in your performance abilities. “Yeah, Viktor let me see it. Let me see you shoot all over yourself while I fuck you so good you won’t be able of anyone else ever again.” You knew it was a stretch expecting him to cum without touching his dick but you felt like if you kept pounding, kept talking, just maybe it would happen. “I can-t I can’t please plea-se please plea-se touch me please” his eyes watered as he caught on to your objective.

Shaking your head, you moved your free from his thigh to the back of his head. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you pull his head back until he has no choice but to focus on you. “You’re my good boy, right? You do whatever I want when I want you to right?” He nods his head the best he can but with your ruthless thrusting and hold on his head he just ends up opening and closing his mouth. “Oh yes, my good, good boy. Then right now I WANT for you to cum untouched on my dick while I fill you up. Do. You. Understand?” Maybe it was the tone of your voice, maybe it was the ruthless pounding on his prostate, maybe it was the combination of the choking pulses on his neck and the vice grip on his hair. His body rolled and his mouth snapped open wide before his focus faded and his eyes rolled back into his head as he came. Line after line of come streaked across his chest, his neck, one-shot landed on his tongue and if he hadn’t been moaning like you were ripping apart his universe, you wouldn’t have thought he was breathing.