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cheeriecherrymain · 11 months

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Hi!! Could I please get some Viktor hcs with a dom!reader pls <3 I want to ruin that man in the best way possible 🫶 😭

So I kind of did a soft/sweet!dom thing. Kind of. Or I tried to okay TvT I also kind of combined it with another request, since they're kind of in the same ballpark!

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Viktor x fem!Reader (18+)

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-It takes him a moment to come back to himself, breath coming in short gasps, heart fluttering wildly against his ribcage. He keeps his eyes shut, unable to cope with even the dim light that shines from the lamp in the corner of the room.

-And never once do you stop touching him. Your hands are warm on his skin, fingertips drawing soothing little patterns across his shoulders and chest, tenderly swiping away his tears when they roll down the sides of his face.

-You whisper to him, softly, gently. He doesn’t comprehend your words at first, his senses too blurred together to be able to pick out the specifics of what you’re saying. But after a minute or two, your voice begins to seep into him, smooth like honey and as comforting as he can possibly fathom.

- “You’re perfect,” you sigh, completely enamored with the breathless man beside you. He’s the love of your life, after all - the most beautiful person you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, in all mind, body, and spirit.

-He’d been having a rough month, with his work bearing down on him and forcing him to miss entire nights of sleeping next to you. Missing your touch, and the dinners you loved to make - your soft sighs as you snored beside him, the smell of your hair as he pressed a multitude of kisses to your crown.

-So you’d decided to spoil him.

-You’d managed to convince him to leave work early, and you had taken the day off in order to prepare for your lovely evening: his favourite meal, followed by some much needed pampering.

-Your thumbs lovingly digging into as many muscle knots as you could find: from his hands, to his shoulders, to his lower back and the ever-present ache in his leg.

-It hadn’t taken long at all, for him to relax enough to start trying to coax you into a kiss. Groaning as you worked a particularly tense spot on his body, turning his face towards you in an attempt to catch his mouth on some part of you.

-You hadn’t given in, of course. You wanted him to fully enjoy what you had in store for him, so you’d continued to touch him, and touch him, and touch him. Until your hands lessened their press, to instead focus on teasing him.

-Slinking closer and closer to where he wanted them, to where you knew he wanted them. You could see him, almost painfully hard beneath the confines of his undergarments, with the barest wet spot gathering where he was leaking into the soft fabric.

-He had barely opened his mouth to start begging, when you’d finally hooked your fingers into the waist of his underwear, gently nudging him to raise his hips enough for you to slide them off. And you wasted no time now, slicking your hand up and wrapping it around his cock, squeezing and gently pulling, watching with rapt attention as another bead of pearlescent fluid drooled out of him.

- “Beautiful,” you’d told him, stroking a little faster. “God, Viktor, you’re perfect. Gorgeous. I wish you could see yourself like this. I would keep you like this forever if I could - so pretty, blushing and needy. You can come whenever you want to, sweetheart.”

-He’d fully lost himself in the pleasure, the moment you’d promised him release. Began rolling his hips in time with your hand, shamelessly mewling as he neared the edge.

-And then…you’d just.

-Stopped.

-Removed your hand from him completely, and left his cock twitching and unattended on his tummy. He didn’t know what sort of game you were playing at, far too hazy to notice the somewhat devious little smirk you wore. Too concerned with the feeling of your lips on his, as you drew little patterns into his skin with the blunt of your nails.

-You repeated the process three more times after that.

-Bringing him desperately close to coming, growing needier and needier each time you abandoned his cock in lieu of pressing kisses to his face, mumbling sweet praises of admiration.

-He thought that after three, you would have mercy on him. He thought that when you slowly stripped yourself of your clothing and climbed on top of him, you’d have mercy.

-Him, watching with tear-filled eyes as you sunk down on him, your perfect pussy stretching wide to accommodate his girth. You must have been more affected by all of this than you let on, he realizes, with how easily he was able to slide into you. Meeting not a moment of resistance, until your thighs are flush against his hips, his cock nestled perfectly within you.

-And then you’d just sat there for a couple of minutes, stroking one hand across the smooth planes of his body, digging your nails in every now and again to keep him focused, to keep him guessing.

-His gaze never leaving your other hand, watching as you drew little circles over your slick clit. He could feel you clenching around him, feel the minute little tremors of your hips as you fought to stay still. Just keeping him inside of you, instead of using him like he wanted you to.

- “Please,” he’d nearly sobbed, rolling his pelvis ever so slightly, pressing fractionally deeper into you. That seemed to flip a switch within you, your hands closing around both of his wrists and drawing them up to the headboard.

- “You know better than that,” you sighed, feigning disappointment. “Your pleasure is mine, and you’ll take what I give. Understood, sweet boy?”

-He’s quiet for a couple of moments, breathing heavy. Quiet for too long, he realizes, too late. He only notices the soft click of binding around his wrists once you’ve already closed them, keeping his arms regretfully bound to the headboard.

-He stares up at you with wide eyes, almost looking like he’d been betrayed by your actions.

- “Oh, no need for such a sad face,” you coo, leaning down to draw him into a kiss that’s mostly tongue. “You’re going to get to come tonight - I promise. I just want to have a little fun first, okay honey?”

-He whines.

- “I need your colour, sweetheart,” you say again.

-He finally manages to stutter out a breathless “green”, and you’re able to finally, finally get started on the treat you’ve been planning for him.

-You’re relentless after that, fucking yourself down onto him with rough abandon, angling your hips in the perfect direction as to make it so painfully pleasurable for yourself. Always stopping just as he’s about to come, pulling off of him and filling your needy cunt with your own fingers.

-He watches you find your release, again and again. Feels you spasm around him twice, and gets to watch as his cock pops out of you for your third orgasm - he nearly comes untouched as you tremble above him, sweet little droplets squirting out of your ruined pussy, splattering hot across his stomach.

- “Please,” he begs, no longer above such a tactic, “Milý, please, let me taste you-”

-You can hardly deny him, knowing firsthand how perfect and skilled his tongue is. It’s a shame you won’t be able to have his fingers inside you, you think, but you suppose it’s worth it for the image of him laying wrecked beneath you.

-You find another orgasm from his mouth, his tongue dipping into your drenched hole, before rising up so he can close his mouth around your puffy clit. It tears a debauched cry from you, as you quiver above him and coat his chin in your release.

-And he’s all too content to give it to you. You, hovering above him while you catch your breath. Him, quaking beneath you while his breath comes in quick gasps, and tears well in his eyes.

- “Colour, my love?” you murmur, kissing his cheek.

-He hesitates for a moment, his gaze hazy and far away even as he looks you in the eye. Ah. You think you understand.

- “You’re absolutely stunning,” you tell him quietly, stroking your thumb over the apple of his cheek. “And you’ve done so well tonight - you’ve made me feel so good. You always make me feel so good. You make me feel so loved, and cherished - like I’m your whole world.”

-He makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat, nodding gently along with your words.

- “Do you want to come now, honey?” you ask him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “Or is it too much?”

-His eyes widen a fraction at the suggestion of waiting any longer, and words begin tumbling out of him without much consideration. Asking you, begging you to not put him through anymore. Whining at how badly he wants to come, wants to fill you up.

-You’re quick to soothe him, sliding back down his body. At the same time, you release the little latch on his restraints, and carefully discard them off to the side. “You can touch me now, baby,” you tell him, gripping his cock to line him up with your still-drenched hole.

-His hands find purchase on your hips almost immediately, squeezing your soft flesh as you sink down onto him.

-The pace you keep is steady, though not hard or fast. Rolling your hips deliciously against him, rising and falling so you can take him as deep as you possibly can.

-It doesn’t take long for him to reach the edge again, reaching up to pull you down to him, flush against his body. You hardly have to move now, as he plants his left heel into the mattress and thrusts roughly into you. The room, filled without the sounds of your breathless cries, and the wet smack of skin.

- “Viktor-” you gasp in warning, but he’s too far gone. Your orgasm crests over you as you sob into the quiet of the room, squeezing hard around him and soaking the sheets beneath you. You’re boneless against him, your mind blank and bubbly, but you can feel the slightest stutter in his pace.

-His arms tighten around you by a fraction, and his teeth dig into your shoulder, and he comes. With a guttural groan, he spills himself into you, stuffing you so full that it begins leaking from your spent hole almost immediately. Dribbling out of you and down his cock.

-The two of you stay like that for several minutes, catching your breath and basking in each other’s presence. You, whispering the sweetest things to him, uttering your love over and over and over again, stroking the pads of your fingers over his skin until he’s able to finally, finally open his eyes.

-More alert than he’d been previously, but still a little spaced out, if you were to guess. Watching you with pure adoration.

- “I’m going to go get a warm cloth, okay, sweetheart?” you tell him, prying yourself from his grasp. He fights it a little bit, but with a few more promises and reassurances of your return, he allows you to leave.

-And, just as you’ve told him you would, you return less than a minute later with the softest towel you could find, tenderly cleaning him up while he hums and sighs beneath your touch.

- “Feeling better?” you ask him, carding your fingers through his fluffy hair, pressing the occasional kiss to his temple. It takes him a couple more minutes to be able to reply, but when he fully comes back to himself, he grins at you with both amazement and mischief.

- “You always know what I need,” he croaks, rolling over to toss an arm around your waist. “Everything you do for me is perfect.”

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #viktor headcanons #though it's more of a bullet point story #the ace writes msfw #this one is raunchy but in a sweet way #viktor deserves to be spoiled

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