Soap: What Did You Do On Break, Lt?

lucifer trying to complete the eden collection:

It was at that moment that he knew, he fucked up.

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 (∩︵∩)

⇢ 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 (𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬), 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ,,𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲" (𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲)

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

Jayce Talis is big, and he knows it. He knows he stretches you past your limit, knows your tight little pussy can barely take him, and he lives for it— the way you tremble underneath him, the way your breath hitches when he presses his thick cock against your entrance, the way you whimper when the blunt head pushes inside, splitting you apart.

Too Big, Too Thick, and He Wants You to Feel Every Inch

He takes his time at first—lets you feel the ache of him stretching you open, his cock pressing against your walls inch by inch, your body struggling to take him. "Shit, baby, you're so tight—" His fingers dig into your thighs, his voice rough he forces himself deeper, groaning as your walls squeeze around him "Fuck, look at you-already shaking, and I'm not even all the way in."

And when you whimper, when you clutch at his shoulders, shaking your head, babbling that he's too big—he just grins. "C'mon, baby, you can take it. Let me make you feel full."

Holds You Down So You Can't Escape the Stretch

The second he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, he stills. Just lets you feel it, feel how deep he is, feel how he's stuffing you so full you can barely breathe. "Mmm, fuck-look at you, baby. So fucking stretched, so full-you feel that? Feel me all the way in your fucking stomach?" He presses a big, warm hand to your lower belly, groaning when he feels himself inside you, thick and deep, your walls fluttering around him. "Shit, baby, I'm wrecking you, huh?"

And when you try to squirm, try to pull back even an inch, his grip tightens. "Nah, baby. You wanted me to fuck you like this, right? So take it.”

Fucks You So Deep It Knocks the Air Out of You

Once he starts moving? You're done.

Jayce doesn't hold back-doesn't care that his cock is too big for you, that every thrust forces your walls to stretch even wider, that every deep, brutal snap of his hips has you gasping, hands scrambling for something to hold onto.

"Ohhh, baby-fuck, you feel that? So fucking deep" He loves the way you whimper, loves the way your body clenches down on him, loves the way he can see himself splitting you apart, your pussy stretched tight around his thick cock. "Fuck, look at this little cunt -gripping me like you don't wanna let me go."

Loves Watching You Struggle to Take It All

Jayce knows he's too big, and it drives him crazy seeing you try to take him-seeing the way your eyes roll back, the way your mouth falls open, the way your body shakes from the effort of taking his cock so fucking deep. "Ohhh, baby-shit, you're struggling, huh?" He watches your pussy stretch around him, his cock bulging against your stomach with every deep thrust, and it makes him feral. "You were made for this, baby. Made to take me—look at how perfect this pussy is, stretching just for me."

And when you start babbling-"Too much, Jayce, too big, I can't-"—he just groans, slamming his hips forward, making you scream. "Ohh, baby, yes you can. You can take it."

Won't Stop Until You're Crying on His Cock

You're a mess-tears pricking at your eyes, thighs shaking, body wrecked-but Jayce? He's not done. He loves seeing you like this, so fucked out you can barely think, your pussy stretched so wide around him that it looks like you can't possibly take anymore. "Mmm, fuck, look at you— so wrecked for me, baby. You love this, don't you? Love getting split open on my thick fucking cock?" He grinds his hips, forcing himself even deeper, watching as you wail, body arching, completely at his mercy.

"Yeah, baby-fucking take it. Take every inch."

Fucks You Until You're Gushing

And then he really ruins you. His thrusts get sharper, meaner, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast, rough circles as his cock slams against that perfect little spot inside you. "Gonna make you cum for me, baby-gonna make you squirt all over this fucking cock-" And you do-your whole body snapping tight, a choked, wrecked scream breaking from your lips as you gush around him, soaking his cock, your thighs, the sheets.

"Fuuuck-look at that, baby-so fucking messy-" But he doesn't stop. Keeps fucking into you, forcing more out of you, watching with wide, hungry eyes as you drip for him, your body spasming, completely ruined.

"Shit, baby, this pussy was made for me."

Fills You Up Until You Can't Hold Anymore

Jayce is losing it-his thrusts getting erratic, his hands gripping your hips so hard they'll bruise, his breath coming out in rough, wrecked groans.

"Ohhh, fuck, baby-gonna cum-gonna fill you up—" His hips snap forward, cock buried so deep inside you he's pressing against your cervix, and then he's spilling inside you, moaning like he's falling apart, his cum flooding your pussy, filling you up so full you swear you can feel it.

"Mmm, fuck, baby-so much-" And when he pulls out? His cum is dripping out of you, leaking down your thighs, making a mess of the sheets. But he just grins, fingers gathering the slick, shoving it right back inside you. "Uh-uh, baby. We're not wasting this."

And then he slides back inside, still hard, groaning at the sloppy mess between your thighs, the way your pussy is still fluttering around him.

"One more, baby. Just one more. Let's see if I can really split you apart."

ELLIE WILLIAMS NSFW AUDIO (touching herself)

sososo yummy thank u

“headcanon: stronger!reader dating bucky”

content: nsft, bucky x reader, very slight d/s dynamics, gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!bucky, takes place post catws, no desc. of readers body (altho there is a mention of reader being very strong/able to overpower bucky, but how that comes about is open to interpretation)

word count: ~500

james ‘bucky’ barnes who has a bit of a crush on you since you’ve been introduced to each other

｡☆ﾟ…who sees you beat other men in hand-to-hand to combat and can’t help but admire you

｡☆ﾟ…who catches himself watching you fight, and wonders if you can beat him too

｡☆ﾟ…who ends up shyly asking you to fight him too, and who can’t help but feel happy when you beat him

｡☆ﾟ…who feels a strange comfort in knowing that you can physically overpower him

｡☆ﾟ…who is now more comfortable in accepting his feelings for you, since he knows now that you’ll be able to handle him should he “get out of control”

｡☆ﾟ…who catches himself imagining being praised by you, and finds the concept quite attractive

｡☆ﾟ…who ends up dreaming about you cooing at him and making him feel all pretty

｡☆ﾟ…who desperately wants you to make him feel like he’s good, and worthy of praise

｡☆ﾟ…who starts to spend more time around you, and who seems to enjoy it when you ask him to do things for you

｡☆ﾟ…who ends up giving you a bouquet of your favourite flowers and shyly asking you out

｡☆ﾟ…who beams with happiness when you say yes

｡☆ﾟ…who feels safe with you in a way that he has not in a long time

｡☆ﾟ…who slowly opens up more and more to you

｡☆ﾟ…who, after some time, has enough courage and trust in himself to sleep next to you

｡☆ﾟ…who hugs you whilst making sure that his left arm doesn’t touch you, because he’s still worried that you see him as some kind of monster

｡☆ﾟ…who whimpers when you start to gently kiss his left shoulder, and then carefully kiss all over the vibranium material of his arm

｡☆ﾟ…who catches himself getting turned on as you praise him

｡☆ﾟ…who quickly covers his mouth as you gently kiss his neck

｡☆ﾟ…who whines when you ask him to stop holding back his noises, but nods and does so regardless

｡☆ﾟ…who openly moans when you kiss his neck again

｡☆ﾟ…who unconsciously starts humping against your thigh

｡☆ﾟ…who twitches when you ask him if he wants you to touch him

｡☆ﾟ…who loses the ability to speak when you ask so caringly, and just nods and moans

｡☆ﾟ…who goes into total pillow prince mode once you gently undo his belt and carefully undress him

｡☆ﾟ…who just goes ‘please, please please, please…’ or ‘t-thank you, thank you’ or ‘i love you…’

｡☆ﾟ…whose words become slurred and interrupted by his moans and whines

｡☆ﾟ…who looks so happy once you push him over the edge - either with your mouth or your hands, he’ll be so grateful either way

｡☆ﾟ…who is insistent on returning the gesture, obsessed with making you feel good too

｡☆ﾟ…who feels absolutely elated when you allow him to, but also understands if you don’t

｡☆ﾟ…who looks up at you, a look of utter devotion in his blue eyes, hoping to satisfy you

｡☆ﾟ…who finally feels at peace when you both fall asleep next to each other

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me when a character who was completely powerless gains power and proceeds to lose themselves in the intoxication of it before coming to and being horrified by their own capacity for bloodlust

being pinned down by a guy?? absolutely not.

being straddled by a guy?? ...well...

sometimes i imagine adam absolutely hating apples and anything related to them. apple pie, apple juice, ect. he simply wont eat them.

and he’s finally in a committed relationship with someone new. he loves you to bits despite struggling to really show it in any traditionally romantic way. it takes a while for him to even say “i love you.”

but one day, you’re both in the kitchen or having a picnic. its not a special day, you’re just talking about your week, cracking jokes, everything is so good. you’re kind of hungry so you grab yourself a snack and without thinking, you offer adam an apple. the red gem is in your hand and its extended to him.

you dont realise what you’ve done but all adam can think of is eve offering him an apple after she had taken a bite, after she damned humanity. seeing it reminds him of the worst day of his life.

but its not eve, its you. and he takes the apple from your hand and eats it. and you both just keep talking because everything is going to be ok

Ino smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact!

──── Your parents may not approve of your relationship with Ino, but that wasn't enough to make him stay away from you, let alone to stop him from invading your room during the night.

"Ah! Takuma, fuck." Ino grinned unabashedly, gripping your hips as he increases the pace of his thrusts.

"Shhh..." He whispers against your ear, slowly licking below the cartilage. "We don't want your dad to come in here and find his good daughter sitting on the troublemaker he forbade you from seeing, isn't it, love?"

Your intimacy throbs, squeezing the hard cock between your wet walls as you ride up and down on Ino's thick length. Your forehead pressed against his shoulder, biting your lips to contain the loud sounds, but unable to help the gasping breaths that escape from oneself.

"Hmm... Fuck, princess." He throws his head back, groaning softly, leaning against the headboard of the bed, lowering his gaze to watch his own cock disappear into your hungry pussy, drawing air through his teeth at the obscene sight. "So damn hot, baby."

You disengage from Ino's shoulder to kiss him messily, intertwining the tongues in quick movements, not holding back the interrupted moan you let out when he held onto your ass more firmly, thrusting deeper into you.

The sound of his full balls slapping against you was starting to get loud, and you wanted to warn him, but all that came out of your mouth were whimpering moans and gasping breaths.

Both stared at each other, intoxicated by one another. "You're almost coming, aren't you, pretty? squeezing me like that..." Ino murmured against your lips, feeling your insides clench around his cock. "Come, kitten, make a mess on me." He urges with his voice still low.

You kiss him again, intending to contain the scandalous moans that wanted to escape your mouth. "Takuma-ah!" You whimper against the boy's soft lips as you unravel against his skilled movements.

Ino releases a restrained grunt against the skin of your shoulder, spurting inside you as his orgasm arrives. Breathing heavily as he gradually slows down his movements.

"Holy shit!" He breathes out. You smile shyly, equally trying to regulate your breathing. "You better go home, Takuma, before my parents come to see what those noises were." You warn him as you give pecks on Ino's lips and try to get out of his lap.

"So is that it? You use me and then just throw me away? I'm just a whore to you, aren't I?" He feigns drama, both of you laughing softly as you lightly tap his shoulder. "Let me stay just a little while longer, okay?" Ino clings to you like a koala, ignoring your protests and holding you affectionately in his embrace.

Takuma Ino's Version! Before concluding the series, is there any other character you would like to suggest?

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Can i ask for a lucifer x fem!sucubbus!Reader 🗿?

Where the story takes place in the ring of lust since Lucifer is going to visit her secretly hehe

I don't know if you write smut but it would be nice if it could be smut 🥲❤️

A/N: So I’m not the best at smut, but I definitely want to try! Please do tell me if I’m not very good at smut, I’ll try not to embarrass myself later 🥲

His Secret Succubus

Summary: Lucifer is taking baby steps to get over Lilith and by some miracle, he ended up stepping into a girl’s bedroom. Little did he know, that would lead him down a rabbit hole.

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Succubus!Reader

INCLUDES: Nervous Lucifer, Sex, Sub!Lucifer, Dom!Reader, riding, P in V, protected sex

It was a slow Tuesday for Ozzie’s, as was any other Tuesday.

The only people coming along seemed more interested in their dates than you and the other strippers doing some synchronized dance while Asmodeus sang.

Imagine your surprise when you saw Lucifer, the head honcho, entering the building, without a date as well.

It’d been your break when he entered the back rooms, immediately being scooped up by Asmodeus into a tight hug.

“So it is you, Lucifer!” Asmodeus laughed, “I knew I saw you walk in earlier! You gotta text me next time, I didn’t have a table ready!”

“Ah- Uh-“ Lucifer looked as if he was being squeezed to death, chuckling awkwardly, “I-It’s fine- People ran out the building when they saw me anyway-!”

It was almost funny how awkward Lucifer seemed. He had to tilt his neck at an uncomfortable looking angle just to look at Asmodeus, which you almost made the mistake of laughing at.

“So, what brings you to my club, hm?” Asmodeus hummed, his attention solely on Lucifer and not on the 12 strippers on their breaks in the same room, “Looking for a fun time after all these years?”

Lucifer looked at the ground, embarrassed, “Oh- N-No! No no no, none of that-!” He then glanced up at you and the others, “N-No offense, of course!”

You shrugged it off, but the other girls immediately sat up and sent him suggestive smiles.

Asmodeus shut that down real quick.

“Didn’t you hear him? He said that’s not what he wants” He crossed his arms, “Your breaks are almost over anyways, hurry up and get ready”

Everyone groaned before getting up and heading to their respective changing rooms. Then you heard Asmodeus calling your name.

You turned around, already halfway into your room.

“Yes, Asmodeus?” You asked.

“You’re okay to take a longer break, I’ll send another girl out” Asmodeus smiled, “Something tells me you’re gonna have a busy night, hon”

You nodded, glancing at Lucifer whose red cheeks seemed to glow somewhat.

Meh, it was probably nothing.

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You sat in the private room of the strip club, having been told that an anonymous client wanted to see you there.

It was nice for Hell, the room matched the vibe of the rest of the club while also feeling homey enough to be comfortable.

You turned your attention back to the door, waiting for whatever perverted fuck might walk through the door.

Your unimpressed gaze slowly turns into one of slight shock as you see the same king that you saw in the green room, the same king that assured Asmodeus he wasn’t here for sex of any kind.

“Oh, uh-!” Lucifer stammers, his eyes darting across the room, “I didn’t expect you to already.. Be in here..”

“Uh…” You respond, “Yeah, well, I kinda have to be in here whenever someone requests me”

The short king nodded and laughed nervously, “O-Of course you do! Uhm..”

You raised an eyebrow, “Are… You the guy that wanted me tonight?”

Lucifer seemed caught off guard by the question, but despite that, he walked forward.

“Yes, I- I did” He stuttered.

You hummed in response, trying to be as nonchalant as you could be since he seemed nervous.

You sat up from the bed, circling around him and standing behind him. You put your hands on his shoulder, smirking as he tensed up.

“Then what’re you waiting for?” You asked, not looking for a response. You waste no time to lead him to the bed.

Lucifer was surprisingly nervous about this. You kinda expected him to be some confident douchebag since he was the embodiment of pride, but here he was, letting you lead him.

He took a minute to get comfortable, leaning back on his hands as his legs hung off the edge of the bed.

“So.. Do you like to be the dom or..?” You asked.

“I’d actually like to be on the bottom, if that’s alright?” He asked, finally managing to get out a sentence without stuttering.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine” You nodded.

You moved his legs, separating them ever so slightly so that you could sit down on his lap.

“Is this position alright?” You asked, looking at him as his face flushes red.

“Y-YUP- Yup-! J-Just fine” He laughs nervously.

You couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling at his behavior, but you made sure to stop almost as soon as you started.

After a moment or two of adjusting the position, you draped your arms over his shoulder and started to grind your hips against his own.

You could hear as his breath hitched in his throat and he whimpered quietly. This reaction was exactly what you needed as you continued to rub your clothed sex against his.

“Fuck..” He whispered, his hands almost giving out as he involuntarily jutted his clothed erection up, craving more friction.

“How impatient…” You said before getting up off his lap, giving him some time to breath as you strut over to a cabinet nearby.

“Wh- Where are you going..?” He asked in between breaths.

You glanced at him, smirking at his new, more disheveled state, “Just getting some protection.. I’m assuming you don’t want any new responsibilities, do you, my king?~”

He shook his head quickly, making himself dizzy in the process, “No, no no- Hah- I uh.. Already have enough on my plate as it is..” He laughed.

“That’s what I thought,” You giggled before walking back to him with a condom.

He was quick to remove his belt and pull down his pants and boxers, revealing his dick. So that’s where the rest of the inches went!

It wasn’t difficult to put on the condom, you’d done it to dozens of men before and you just had to keep telling yourself this wasn’t any different, even though it definitely was.

“Now, let’s hope I can make you forget about all those responsibilities, hm?” You smirked, slowly removing your own mini skirt and lace thong.

He nodded quickly, already incredibly excited, “Trust me, you will” He mumbled.

You continued to grin as you pushed him back on his forearms, getting yourself comfortable as you lined the tip up with your pussy.

You managed to fit it all in on your first try, which was surprising considering his size. You could hear him letting out a small whimper, which only encouraged you to continue.

You started off gentle, taking it slow with him since he seemed to be that type of guy.

“F-Ffuck..” He groaned, his head leaning back.

“Hm? Does it feel good?” You smirked, lifting your hips before going back down and taking it in again.

“Mmhm..~” He whimpers, bucking up slightly before grabbing onto your thighs.

This motivated you to try harder. You’d had powerful men reduced to nothing but messes with minimal effort, but you’d love to see how far the King of Hell himself could go.

You continued to go slow until you felt the much loved feeling of him brushing against your g-spot. You couldn’t conceal your delighted little moan.

You leaned down on him, getting into an angle that was both comfortable and easy to please both of you in. You could feel yourself getting less gentle as you went on, and you knew he could feel it too seeing as he was letting muffled whimpers and groans pass through his lips.

You felt the familiar feeling of a knot forming in your stomach and you chased that feeling.

You could hear him groan as your walls clenched down on him.

“Gh- G-Gonna..” He whimpered, “I-I’m-“

He couldn’t even finish his sentence before he came, flopping down on the mattress as his arms gave out from behind him. You followed suit, your walls spasming as you cum on his dick.

You collapsed on his chest, both of you panting as you come down from the high.

“N-Normally I don’t cum that fast..” He choked out, laughing softly.

“Most people say that after I’m done with them” You chuckled, rolling off his chest and onto the bed beside him.

A few moments of silence followed. However, it wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt right.

“Wh- Uh.. C-Could I see you again..?” He muttered, not making eye contact with you.

You thought for a moment, wondering if being a sex worker for the king of hell was a good idea or not before shrugging.

“Yeah, I’d love to see you again” You nodded.

A/N: I rlly hope that was okay, I took a while contemplating whether or not this would be alright 😭

Just a Quick Break

Fandom: Arcane

Warnings: smut

The Piltover Academy, though built to impress and show the grandeur of the city, was in its depths a labyrinthine place, full of corridors leading supposedly nowhere of importance, and rooms once used for storage and promptly forgotten.

It retained its charm though, especially during the busy days when all Viktor wanted was a few quiet moments to gather his thoughts. Even in the laboratory wing, swarming with academics and their projects, a few rooms had been conveniently forgotten over the decades.

Viktor often found reprieve in one of them. 

It was the size of a closet and all it could store was a dusty floor-to-ceiling bookshelf against one wall and an ancient desk on the other, with a tall, narrow window spilling light in between. The day was bright enough to paint the dust gliding lazily through the air gold. 

Viktor quieted his cough, but had no intention of leaving. When he leaned on the edge of the desk, the bottom shelf in front of him was the perfect height to rest his leg on and bring some relief to the pain he'd been walking with throughout the day. 

Most of the books tightly packed there were ancient enough that the ink had become unreadable, and many others were written in languages Viktor couldn't even name. Still, Viktor enjoyed the quiet hours spent learning something new and completely outside his usual field and the sheer randomness of it.

The door creaked open. Viktor froze.

"Oh, dear," you smiled and slipped inside the room. "And here I was, promising Heimedinger his favorite assistant was busy rechecking the calculations."

Viktor closed the book in his hands. "They won't be any different whether I do that three times or three hundred. The fault must lay in the quality of the materials used, but I don't have access to that."

"He never listens, huh?" 

You leaned on the desk next to him, taking the book he held. The room was tiny enough that it put you shoulder to shoulder with Viktor. 

"Not when it comes to his own projects," he shrugged. He could feel the warmth seeping through your clothes. 

Viktor tore his eyes away from you.

"So you decide to busy yourself reading an outdated agriculture manual?"

"It's better than going through the same numbers again and hoping for a different result." He waved his hand. “The word insanity comes to mind for some reason.”

The sound of your laugh sent the butterflies in his stomach flying. 

You'd known each other so long he must've heard it a thousand times by now, but Viktor doubted he'd ever get used to it. He still had to remind himself that somehow you ended up together.

"You better be careful," he said. "Someone might hear us and ruin our little break."

"You're the one slacking off!"

"As if you weren't supposed to practice before your presentation tomorrow."

You gasped dramatically. "How dare you say I can't do that half an hour before the meeting, as I always do. Someone's getting rude..."

Shivers ran down Viktor's arms when he noticed the smile playing on your lips. He'd learned everything about it throughout the years.

Viktor glanced quickly at the door that was thankfully still closed when you squeezed yourself between him and the bookshelf. The light from the window erased the shadows from your face when you leaned in to look Viktor in the eyes. Your hands traveled up and down his thighs, sending goosebumps over his skin. 

Viktor cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Love, I don't think this is a good place for—"

You hushed him with a peck on his lips. "Of course it is. You just need to stay quiet."

Viktor yelped when you caught him under his knees and pushed him further onto the desk. His shoulders hit the wall and his cane rattled slightly, but stayed in the corner by the window. He didn't need it for once, though, not with his aching knee being in a surprisingly comfortable position—

Viktor's thoughts scattered when you slipped between his legs, and he suddenly found you very, very close. His sweaty palms were braced behind his back, thankfully beyond your reach.

Your eyes dipped to the blush spotting his cheeks. Viktor could've sworn the rapid beating of his heart could be heard in half the Academy. 

"What a curious reaction," you whispered, placing a feather-soft kiss over his cheekbone. "I wonder what you might be thinking about, dear."

There were very few things on Viktor's mind when your hand squeezed his thigh and moved slowly upward, as if drawn precisely to the spot his pants felt the most uncomfortable.

With his mouth completely dry, even swallowing proved a difficult task. Viktor eyed the door again, trying his best not to moan when your hand brushed over his bulge. It wouldn't be the first time the two of you decided to have a little fun in the middle of the day, but certainly the riskiest so far when it came to the choice of a spot. 

Viktor liked it.

The fear of being caught was surprisingly thrilling. Viktor caught himself shivering as you undid the buttons of his pants one by one and had to cover his own mouth when you freed his length. 

"Someone's getting impatient," you whispered in his ear, pumping him lazily with your fist. He was almost hard.

Viktor groaned when you kissed down the tense column of his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps lingering in every place you touched. His cock twitched when he felt you smile against his pulse. His heart threatened to burst from his chest, every beat faster than the last.

Viktor took a deep breath, trying to regain a semblance of control.

Somewhere beyond the wall, in the spacious but old laboratory, a door opened and two voices broke the silence. 

Viktor tensed, listening to the people moving some equipment, unaware of being so close, and yet so far away from the rather intriguing scene. They talked about things Viktor couldn't hear, their words mixing together. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the second pair of doors, the ones half hidden at the far wall. All it took was for one of the students to notice them and open out of curiosity, just like Viktor did when he first noticed the tiny storage room all those weeks ago…

You pinned his hips down with your free hand, holding him firmly in place when he shivered. Your grip on his cock tightened, making Viktor see the stars. A droplet of precum slid down his length and over your hand.

"Careful," you whispered. "We don't want them to hear, after all."

Viktor was in no shape to argue, especially when you nipped at his earlobe, moving your hand further down. He felt his soul leaving his body when you slipped your hand inside his tucked down pants, massaging his balls in precisely the spot you knew worked on him like magic.

A moan slipped from his lips before Viktor caught himself, fretfully glancing at the doors that stayed mercifully closed. He was vaguely aware of people still walking around the other room, but couldn't focus on what they were doing - not when his pulse was drumming in his veins and ears, bringing him closer to the edge with each movement of your hand. His breathing was labored, and the sweat rolled down the back of Viktor's neck. Nothing had ever felt so good as the moment you took your lips away from his neck and closed them around his tip.

Your mouth was delightfully warm and wet. Viktor felt your tongue explore the underside of his cock, licking down the precum that leaked before. Your hand moved to the base of his cock, pumping him in tune with your mouth. 

Viktor's legs twitched when he came, and for the moment even the pain of his knee was forgotten. He had no idea if he made any noises when you kept on working him until he was spent and exhausted. His breathing hitched when he saw you lick your lips with a devilish smile and enough satisfaction to put more blush on his face. Viktor was happy he was already sitting.

"Enjoy your break, love. Remember about Heimedinger's project," you cooed before straightening up and squeezing out from between Viktor's completely limp legs and the bookshelf. There was only silence coming from the other room by then, so you creaked the door open and quietly left before anyone from your team missed you. 

Viktor closed his eyes, but it did little to calm him. 

With a groan, he moved off the desk, trying his best to put himself together with shaking hands. He had no idea how he would look people in the eye once he left his little hiding spot. 

Still, he couldn't stop the half smile working its way onto his own lips. He didn’t think of himself as prioritizing fairness in most areas of his life, and yet he couldn't stop wondering how he would repay your favor.