Viktor x Reader

Thirty-Six (Smut)

In one swift movement, Viktor's dick rose before your eyes.

Thick veins and shiny liquid adored the pale length. The tip was darker, slightly pink.

With bated breath, you brought your face closer to it.

He had a nice scent to himself, slightly salty, but surprisingly clean. The faint of of soap rose to your nose.

Carefully, you opened your mouth and let the tip of your tongue slide along the entire length, from the bottom all the way up to the shaft.

Viktor's breathing quickened.

But he still remained focused.

You took this as a sign that he was ready to experience the real thing.

Taking a deep breath in, you sat up a little and positioned your mouth right on top of him.

A layer of salty, sticky liquid was visible. He seemed to be excited already.

Your tongue played with him again for adjustment.

A shuffled groan escaped his lips.

As you glanced up you could spot a faint hint of red on his pale face.

His eyes were tightly shut, his chin rested on his chest. It felt like he wanted to risk a glance at you, with him twitching in your hands, but feared that it would be too much.

His cheeks turned into a deep red.

The sight made something between your legs flinch. A hit feeling chased down your core.

It felt like your heart started to beat right where lust grew.

Without thinking about it you let your head sink down on him and swallowed Viktor's entire dick in one swift go.

He was longer than you had expected and almost immediately bumped into the back of your throat.

Struck by surprise, you choked but forced yourself to regain focused right away.

Tears blurred your vision for a moment.

"My love...", Viktor's fingers stiffened. "Not so fast."

But you couldn't help it.

All by itself, your tongue started to dance around him, rubbed up and down, all the way till you couldn't bare to take him deeper in anymore.

Salty tears rolled over your cheeks, down your nose and mixed with the slight sweetish, clean taste of his cock in your mouth.

A few times you moved your head up and down, pulled back to catch your breath, and swallowed him again.

Every time a small sound escaped his lips.

It fed into your ego to hear him make those desperate sounds, feel him shake below your fingers.

You wanted to do more to him.

All of a sudden, his fingers entangled with the strands of you hair.

You didn't think much of it at first, but all at once he pulled you back and forced you to leave him.

With a sloppy sound, you released his dick from the wet embrace of your lips.

Heavy breaths made your chest tremble.

Heat made your head feel dizzy.

You could feel how your muddled twitched. It started to feel sticky in your pants.

Through half-lidded eyes you watched him catch his breath before a single word was able to cross those trembling lips of his.

A trail of saliva was visible on one side of his mouth.

He wanted to wipe it with the back of his hand.

Without hesitating, you caught it mid movement and sat up to lick it away.

Struck by this gesture, he locked eyes with you for a moment.

There was so much lust darkening his eyes. He barely managed to keep himself from grabbing your neck and biting down on it to leave a mark.

"I didn't know you could be so...", Viktor swallowed hard. "...feral, my love."

His breath stroked the sensitive skin on your throat and made you shiver.

Your nipples pulled together.

A trembling breath escaped you.

With your eyes closed and a whimper on your tongue, you pressed into this feeling of warmth and pleasure.

"I'm desperate, Viktor.", you whispered while your nails dug into his narrow shoulders.

His lips touched your skin.

You could feel him he smiled.

"For what?", he asked, so rough and daring all of a sudden.

For a moment, your heart stopped beating.

Immense desire struck you, made you whimper and melt into his influence even more.

"For you!", you managed to gasp as your middle started to pulsate. "Only you. Always you."

Viktor gently but down on your neck. It wasn't painful but harsh enough to leave a dark mark of the outlines of his teeth.

It would fade soon.

But the lust that it send through your body would remain.

"I want you to lay on the bed.", he asked, demanding.

It was enough to make you shiver.

Never before had he talked to you like this.

Sure, he had been annoyed sometimes, had asked for favours.

But now he sounded like there was no room for complains.

The tone of his voice was strong, stronger than you had ever heard, and it made clear that even though he knew his limits, he wasn't willing to let them stop him.

He desired you just as much as you did him.

And he wanted to make you feel everything of it.

His hand rose to grab your cheek. His thumb started to caress them.

A smiled tugged at the corners of his mouth while his eyes were full of love.

The way he looked at you gave away that there was nothing about you that he would have changed in that moment. He looked at you and all he saw was perfection.

And he wanted every single bit of that.

"Would you do me this favour, my love?", he asked and stole another gentle kiss from your lips.

Your eyes wandered down to catch a glimpse at his rock hard cock.

You returned to your knees to give him another taste of your warm, rough tongue.

A deep breath escaped him.

His eyes fell shut again. Behind the closed lids they moved and flustered.

His hand entangled in your hair.

"Please...", he groaned but couldn't help and move upwards to press into your throat. "Move to the bed, my love."