Chapter 1: House sitting (Jayvik)
Summary:
While they house sit Caitlyn's manor, Viktor complains about how fancy everything is in her home. Jayce opts to blindfold him so he doesn't have to look at it anymore.
***tags: trans viktor, bottom viktor, top jayce, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering, mild dacryphilia, dirty talk, mildly dubious consent, blindfolds
Chapter Text
HOUSESITTING FOR THE KIRRAMAN'S
Day 7: Blindfolds
Viktor found himself walking through the lavish dining room, in the interior of Caitlyn’s atrociously large manor. They decided to watch over the home when her and Vi asked, while the two women were away on their honeymoon.
“I can’t breathe in here, Jayce. It’s suffocating.”
“It’s a huge place, Vik. You should be fine.”
Viktor scowled, “It’s not that.” It was obscene for Viktor to look at just how affluent Piltovians could get. Coming from Zaun, in poverty, it was nearly insulting. Soon, he felt Jayce kiss his neck from behind.
“It’s so much nicer compared to our small loft. We should enjoy it for the weekend, since it’s just us two.”
When Jayce didn’t let up from his gentle caresses, Viktor turned to look at him.
“Jayce, I’m not in the mood. Looking at all the garish furniture and extravagant trinkets turn me off. You’ll have to wait until we go back ho–.”
Soon enough, he felt Jayce slip the tie from his neck before wrapping it around his eyes. Viktor startled,
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Look, this way you don’t have to see.” Jayce responded. Viktor began to protest but was surprised when he felt Jayce lift him up to sit on the dining table.
“Jayce! We’re out in the open, let’s at least go to the guestroom...” he said nervously, with a flush to his cheeks. When he began to feel Jayce slowly slip off his slacks, he grasped for the tie around his eyes. But Jayce took his hands away and chided,
“I don’t want you to ruin your sexual appetite. Keep it on for me.”
With the blindfold on and the obstruction from his vision, it nearly enhanced every other sensation for Viktor. The quiet sound of Jayce’s breathing, the musk from his cologne, and especially the rough hands landing on his thighs to spread them apart.
“J-jayce,” He said under his breath, already feeling the heat between his legs blooming. When Jayce didn’t say anything, Viktor could only wait in anticipation, completely blind. Soon enough he gasped. He felt a firm pressure against the thin cloth that covered his fresh pussy from the air.
“Jayce, what are you–ah!” He felt a rough tug from Jayce’s hands pull him closer, and a hot tongue lapping through the damp fabric. The tight muscle was searing, and despite there being a barrier, he could feel the wriggle of his tongue nearly as if it was laid flat on his bare pussy alone. Viktor was suddenly much more aware of where they were.
“Jayce, we’re on the dining room table, what if–”
“No one’s here, Viktor. You could scream and no one would come. Actually, I’d like to hear that.”
He yanked off his briefs, exposing Viktor’s sensitive sex to the cool air, and he shivered as he felt his sopping, pink pussy out in the open.
Jayce let his trembling thighs go, and Viktor leaned back in a moan when the man licked a stripe between his folds, lapping at the slick dripping off of them. His cunt contracted over nothing, and when Jayce pulled away, he groaned from the lack of contact. He thought he could hear him chuckle.
“You’re soaked, Vik. Didn’t think you’d like this so much.” Viktor stirred and mewled when he felt Jayce’s thick finger tease his hole, massaging gently in between his sensitive slit, before pulling his lips apart with his thumbs,
“D-don’t look, it’s embarrassing,” Viktor scowled, but his breath melted into a drawled moan when he felt a calloused finger push into his hot cunt at a slowly, excruciating, pace.
“Your pussy’s so tight, it’s begging to be fucked by my fingers.” Viktor heard a shift in movement, and soon grew rigid when Jayce started to pump his finger slowly, in and out of his tight hole. The squelching of his soaked cunt was lewd, but it only turned Viktor on more.
“So pretty.” Viktor reached down to grasp Jayce’s hand when the man started to quicken his pace. His now slick finger pulled out, before forcing its way deeper into his swollen slit. “J-jayce, slow down,” He panted desperately, “It’s too qui–”
Before he could grab Jayce’s hand, he felt a large palm on his wrist being pinned to the table just beside him.
“Jayce, please–” He mewled just above a whisper, breaths catching in his throat with every thrust. He could feel the tip of his finger hit his cervix every time he forced it back into his tight walls, and instinctively squeezed around it. “I can’t—mnn…” Viktor shuddered. His body grew hot, and he moaned in a broken gasp when he suddenly felt Jayce’s searing tongue flatten itself against his clit. He must have knelt down, but Viktor hadn’t been aware. Viktor’s pussy fluttered around his finger from the sudden sensation, slick with a new surge of his juices.
“Fuck,” he heard Jayce say quietly. Viktor bit his lip when he felt Jayce start to lap at his hood, pumping slowly to his last knuckle, and curving in to touch the spot inside of Viktor that made him stutter. He arched his back, his nipples and clit growing hard.
“I barely touched you, V, and you’re already fucked out.” He heard Jayce say in a coy tone.
“Y-you’re…it’s too much, Jayce–” He whined quietly, trying to close his legs. He yelped when Jayce nudged them back open with his free hand.
“You can take it.” Before he knew it, Jayce quickened his pace, finger fucking him while his lips wrapped around Viktor’s swollen clit, alternating between sucking and dragging his warm tongue over it. He slurped up the remaining slick that coated his pussy, eating him out like he was desperate for it. Viktor tried to move, but Jayce barred his free arm around his hips, only fucking his finger into him deeper while he lapped like an animal starved. His clit was an angry red, nearly throbbing. And Viktor grew rigid, grasping for purchase when Jayce pulled his finger out completely, just before inserting two back in.
“Jayce!” He screamed, as the man mouthed at the sensitive button and pushed in slowly, feeling the resistance from his tight hole, struggling to take it. Viktor wanted to tear off his blindfold, but at that point Jayce had bound both his wrists together with one hand, as they laid against his stomach. He tried to wriggle free, but it only made Jayce pull him closer. His thick fingers invaded his pussy relentlessly, pulling gasps and ruined moans from his trembling lips. His thighs shook around Jayce’s head when he twisted his fingers in and out of the sopping hole. Viktor squeezed over them instinctively, his walls stretched out over his calloused digits, struggling to take him but desperate for more. The pleasure was blinding, and he moaned when he felt Jayce stretch his fingers apart, as he buried his nose into the curls of Viktor’s pubes. He slurped and sucked on his swollen, spent clit, barely pulling away for air.
“Jayce-oh.” Viktor let out a quiet gasp. The noises that fell out of his mouth soon became deep, explicit moans, with every thrust of Jayce’s punishing fingers going into his throbbing, wet, pussy. Jayce pulled away just enough to spit on his overworked clit, the nib desperately needing reprieve. But instead of stopping, his tongue softly lapped at the small nib, eliciting a small sob every time the hot pad dragged over it. “You’ll just have to take it, V.” Suddenly, Jayce let go of Viktor’s wrists and pulled his soaked fingers out of his abused cunt, sucking one more time on his clit before pulling away with a small pop. Viktor sighed from the break, laying there panting. But before he even knew it, hot, large palms circled his thighs easily, and he was pulled towards Jayce roughly. His rock hard cock plunged into Viktor’s sore, dripping cunt, when Jayce sheathed him onto his throbbing erection. Viktor screamed, shuddering violently. He orgasmed from the sudden intrusion and groaned in a loud, wrecked moan. His pussy clenched and unclenched erratically, fluttering over Jayce’s stiff dick, as he continued to fuck into him without warning.
“J-jayce! Ah, mmmm.” Viktor panted, moaning from the overwhelming, overstimulating, pleasure. He whined and groaned, as his voice echoed throughout the empty halls.
He could only hear Jayce’s quiet, ragged breath, and the squelching of his wet cunt being fucked to complete ruin. He heard Jayce say with a groan,
“One more, Vik. I need your sweet little pussy to come on my cock one more time.”
“I-I can’t,” he said in a desperate moan.
“You can.”
Viktor tore off his blindfold, but just as he did, Jayce’s palm swiftly, but gently covered his eyes and pushed his head back into the table.
“Not yet,” Jayce grunted, as his hips slammed into Viktor’s. The dining table under them creaked loudly, and Viktor sobbed in pleasure from the overstimulation, as the hairs on his skin raised from the sounds of lewd squelches and the scent of Jayce’s musk only growing stronger in the air.
“There you go, Vik. Just like that. Just take it.” He said in a strung out breath, as he continued to fuck into Viktor with a steady pace, grinding into his pulsating cunt. Jayce’s rough voice alone was enough for Viktor’s pussy to clench over his thick cock.
Jayce shuddered slightly from the squeeze,
“Fuck,” He said quietly, letting Viktor go to grab onto his waist. His thumbs met in the middle as his veined, throbbing cock continued to drive into Viktor’s swollen, twitching cunt. Another surge of slick coated around him when Viktor arched his back, and his mouth fell open in a quiet moan. He orgasmed again, his pussy desperately squeezing Jayce’s rough, unrelenting cock. Jayce buried himself deep, grinding into his hips. He groaned loud when he began to spill his hot seed into Viktor’s tight, used, hole. Jayce moaned as Viktor mewled quietly, lips parted and eyes rolled back, every muscle rigid as his cunt continued to milk his cock dry. They stayed there, panting quietly, before Jayce dragged his still half-erect cock from Viktor’s swollen lips. Cum dripped onto the table and coated the folds of his glistening pussy, still throbbing from the last of his orgasm. Jayce helped Viktor up, who leaned heavily on his shoulder, completely exhausted. When he looked up, Viktor could finally see Jayce’s face. Sweat dripped down his temple, hair damp and wet, and a deep red flush on his cheeks. He tried to even his breaths while Viktor noticed the sheen on his lips, either from saliva, his own pussy juices, or a mixture of both. Jayce’s mouth broke out into a grin when Viktor looked at him with a scowl, utterly spent, with breaths still heavy,
“What?”
“Now I know what we need to do next time we house sit for the Kirramans.”
Chapter 2: Come in Your Dreams (Jayvik)
Summary:
Jayce tries to see how many times he can make Viktor cum before he wakes up.
***tags: trans viktor, somnophilia, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, squirting
Chapter Text
COME IN YOUR DREAMS, VIK
Day 11: Somnophilia
Jayce watched Viktor, who was sleeping soundly next to him. The curvature of his imperfect spine, and the pale skin that illuminated in the moonlight from the window. His ass was two perfect orbs, peaking from the blanket that had slipped halfway off him. Jayce grew hard just looking at him breathing softly with his eyes closed. He imagined fucking him awake, hearing those weak cries and low moans, and before he knew it, his large hand was already at an ass cheek, massaging into it. Viktor stirred quietly, letting out a small breath, “mnn…” when Jayce spread both cheeks apart with his hands. The smaller man was on his stomach, but Jayce carefully rolled him over to spread his legs apart. His naked cunt peaked through the gap in his loose shorts, and Jayce's cock rose from the sight of it.
He carefully tugged the small shorts off him, and Viktor only stirred a little, before staying still again. Jayce knelt down in front of Viktor’s pink bits, extra red from the cold bite of the air, and clit perky from the chill. His thumbs came together to pull Viktor's lips apart, which elicited a soft breath from Viktor, but nothing else.
“Baby, let me make you cum in your dreams,” Jayce said hungrily, laying his tongue flat against his slit. When he dragged the tip of his pink muscle across Viktor’s cute button, Viktor gasped. Slick began to collect between his folds, while Jayce reached to grope Viktor’s tits. He pinched his nipples while he ran his tongue through Viktor’s puffy lips, sucking at the folds, and swiping the pad of his tongue roughly at his engorged clit. His chin was already soaked with his saliva and Viktor’s juices, and the warm air was only filled with Viktor’s uneven soft breathing, and the filthy squelching of his cunt coming together with Jayce’s eager tongue. His warm palms massaged his small tits, twisting and pulling, when Viktor began to stir. “Mnnn ah…”
Jayce smiled into Viktor’s sopping pussy, sucking the juices off of every glistening fold, and wrapping his warm lips around the tender bud of his clit. Viktor’s thighs trembled, and when Jayce brought one of his fingers to his throbbing cunt, the squelch of his warm digit made Jayce’s cock twitch, and also elicited a quiet moan from Viktor.
“There you go, baby. Take it, just for me," Jayce said in a ragged breath, as Viktor let out small huffs of pleasure.
“J-jayce…” he heard a broken moan. When he looked up, Viktor’s eyes were still closed, but his brows were stitched together and his face was flushed.
“Cute, baby. Be good for me and take another," Jayce said in a low growl, before he pushed in a second digit. Viktor’s back arched. Jayce smiled into his cunt before licking a stripe around his fingers and across his folds, sucking harshly on his red, sore clit.
“Mmm, ah!” Viktor whined. He squirmed, but a heavy arm barred across his hips to stop him from moving. Jayce began to pump into him, feeling Viktor’s walls flutter around his fingers, squeezing him and sucking him in. He caught Viktor’s throbbing clit between his teeth and Viktor cried out quietly. His pussy contracted around Jayce’s fingers, and a new gush of slick flooded his fingers.
“Did you just cum, baby?” Jayce cooed, pulling his fingers out and hearing VIktor’s quiet whine from the emptiness. His pussy throbbed and squeezed over nothing, and Jayce could swear he heard Viktor mumble,
“...more” under a whiny, small, breath. Jayce stood and unbuckled his belt,
“If you say so, love.” He turned Viktor back on his stomach, who stirred quietly but remained quiet. Jayce mounted him and whispered in his ear, “This cock is ready to be warmed by your sweet pussy.” Viktor’s back arched unconsciously, wagging his ass in front of Jayce like it was taunting his hard, veiny, cock.
He rubbed the side of his hot dick across Viktor’s soaking slit, and his back arched while he moaned, “P..please…” He said under his breath. Jayce didn’t know if he was awake, but hearing Viktor beg for him even in his sleep only made his dick ache harder.
“This cock is all for you, love. Take it.” Jayce slid his pulsing rod across his slick a few times, the quiet wet noises only going to his cock, before he bullied his tip into Viktor’s tight pussy.
“Ah-h” Viktor mewled into the sheets, back arching more, ass on display just for Jayce.
“Take it.” Jayce breathed, spreading his cheeks apart to watch the stretch of his tight pussy over his thick, unforgiving, cock.
“Mnnn…ng...ah-hah, Jayce,” he whimpered into the pillow, his puffy lips swallowing Jayce’s cock whole, like it was starved. The walls of Viktor’s sore, sopping, cunt squeezed and stretched open, while Jayce only forced himself further in slowly,
“Sh…there baby, you’re almost there. Be good for me.” Viktor whined quietly. Jayce pushed past his tight walls with a squelch, finally to the hilt, and Viktor groaned. He pulled out and pushed back in, setting a comfortable pace.
“Ah-ah-” Viktor gasped softly, as Jayce’s hips slapped into Viktor’s ass, the wet sounds and strained moans creating an erotic symphony.
“You’re cunt can’t even deny me in your dreams, can it?” Jayce smiled, fucking his throbbing cock in and out of Viktor’s slick filled folds.
Jayce pressed bruising divots into Viktor’s thighs, before he groped his ass and eventually swiped a thumb over Viktor’s tight asshole. Viktor moaned, and his walls contracted over Jayce’s hard cock. He groaned when Viktor came again. But he kept going, only bringing his thumb over Viktor’s little puckered entrance again.
“Did you like that, V?” He said carefully, fucking into him slowly, letting Viktor feel him drag against his walls. Viktor’s pussy responded for him, tightening again, punching a low moan from Viktor when Jayce began to circle his thumb around the rim of his dirty hole.
“We’ll see how many times I can make you cum before you wake up.” He said under a ragged breath. He quickened his pace and began to fuck into Viktor’s soaking pussy earnestly, earning filthy schlopsand squelches, and louder, broken, moans from Viktor’s trembling lips.
“Nh..aghh…” He said in an exhausted moan. His breath hitched in a wrecked squeak when Jayce slowly bullied his thumb into Viktor’s tight asshole.
“Don’t worry, V. I’ve got you. I’ll make you feel good here too.” He said, hitching his hips into Viktor at a brutal pace. Viktor’s waist twisted, and his legs trembled. He choked on a moan when Jayce began to pull his thumb out and push back in.
“J-jayce, t-too much…” Viktor moaned quietly,
“Just let me take care of you, baby,” He cooed, circling his rim with his thumb before pushing back in. Viktor moaned loud this time, the walls of his cunt squeezing Jayce’s hard cock like a vice. Viktor squirted, wet streaks across the sheets, dripping down his leg.
“Mmm-ah” He moaned heavily, when Jayce pulled out, hot cum dripping from Viktor’s swollen lips. Jayce brought his fingers and slid them across Viktor’s glistening, fucked out, cunt, catching his release and stuffing it back in.
Viktor mewled, before Jayce leaned over and licked his ear. He whispered,
“Not yet, love. We need to make sure it catches.” He pulled away and pressed the tip of his still-hard cock to Viktor’s swollen, abused cunt, before pushing in before his seed could spill out. He forced himself in to the hilt, and Viktor let out a weak cry, his walls fluttering again,
“Fuck, baby. Did you just cum again?” Jayce pulled his hard cock out and slammed back in, pistoning into his used, messy, pussy until his hips stuttered. He pressed his fingers to his waist enough to bruise, while he released his seed again into Viktor. Viktor mewled and stirred, forced to just take it. He fluttered his eyes open and looked down below, seeing Jayce in a ragged breath, being cockwarmed, and filled to the brim.
“J-jayce?” He said surprised.
Jayce smiled, “Hey love. You awake now?”
Viktor’s face grew hot, and he moaned when he felt Jayce’s cock move inside him.
“What were you doing?” Viktor said, face hot. His pussy throbbed over Jayce’s erection, and he groaned.
“I can show you again, if you want to know that bad.”
Chapter 3: Virgin Sex Worker (Jayce x Reader)
Summary:
Student debt has forced you to find a job as a brothel worker, but you’re a virgin. On your first night, your very first client walks in, rugged and raw, and ready to help break you in.
***tags: lap sex, fingering, size kink, virginity kink, slight dumbification, nipple play, busty reader, sex talk, squirting, mild degradation
Chapter Text
BREAK ME IN
Day 12: Sex Work
It was your first day on the job working at Babette’s. You had taken out a loan from Piltover’s academy and had wracked up debt that was outrageous, and you were so desperate to pay it off that you snuck into the Undercity to find a job. That’s how you found yourself at Babette’s brothel, wearing nothing but a lace bodice, tits nearly spilling out with your nipples basically on display, and tight lace panties to match. Silk garters wrapped around your thick thighs, and the cool air only made your cunt underneath the sheer fabric feel hotter.
And it didn’t help (or did it?) that you were a sexually repressed Piltie girl who was still a virgin. You were nervous, but a part of you was also hungry. You just hoped it wasn’t more than you bargained for.
The brothel’s owner ushered you into one of the open rooms, and you waited there, nerves on end, for your first ever client. Soon enough, a man walked in. Tall, broad shoulders, skin warm. His hair was a nest on his head, bangs covering his eyes, and a beard that you immediately imagined scratching the inside of your thighs. The sex between your legs already dampened the thin fabric of your obscene panties. When he walked in he paused, eyeing you up and down.
“You look like fresh meat” he said plainly, though his hazel gaze roamed your body hungrily. You took in a sharp breath.
You stood up to greet him, but he soon put his large palm on your chest and pushed you back down onto the seat. He sized you up from above, the bulge in his pants right across from your eye. You couldn’t help but stare, and you gulped when you realized he wasn’t even hard. Even with his dick soft, he was still huge.
He stroked your chin and lifted your face up, before inching his face forward. He whispered in your ear, hot breaths tickling your sensitive skin,
“Have you done this before, baby?”
You swallowed over a dry throat and sputtered,
“N-no…I’m sorry.” Your face was scarlet, but he only smiled, half a smirk, half-soft.
“I’m not sure if you can handle me, then. Find another client.” As he stood back up to step back out, instinct, stupid, thoughtless, instinct, had you on your feet already grasping at his shirt from behind. He took no time turning around and bringing you in close, his clothed cock brushing against your naked thigh. A shiver ran through your spine, and you felt your nipples perk, and a warm gush between your folds.
“Ah, um…” you squirmed in his grasp, his hand nearly engulfing your entire waist.
“What is it, hm? Did you want to try me on?”
His free hand brushed your cheek, but eventually trace down your neck and to the neckline of your corset. The back of his finger grazed over your nipples which were barely covered and nearly peaking straight over the fabric. You gasped, your tight buds growing harder. A sly smile tugged at the corner of his lips and he leaned in closely, his lips brushing against your ear,
“So eager to whore yourself out?”
That’s how you found yourself on his lap, soaked cunt rutting against Jayce’s hard cock, only a thin layer of sopping fabric plastered against your folds.
“God. You’re desperate, baby.” He said under a heavy breath, pinching your free nipples, the bodice pulled down just below your fat tits, cupping them as if they were presented just for him. He brushed his lips against your neck while you mewled, talking into your sensitive skin,
“You’re rutting against me like you’ve never been fucked in your life.”
You squeaked when he twisted your sore buds as he rubbed his thick, naked dick against your clothed slit. His lips met yours and he was devouring you, licking into your mouth while his hands freed from your tits to press bruising divots into your thick thighs,
“J-Jayce—a-hah…I’m too heavy to be sitting on you.” You whimpered.
“Hush, angel. You’re perfect. Your curves only make my cock harder.” He hitched his hips into yours and you moaned, face scarlet as he licked across the seam of your lips before pushing his hot tongue back into your mouth. Your hands gripped onto his wrists, but his hold didn’t budge from your hips, it only spurred him on to grind even harder into your blocked cunt. You whined, tears prickling at the corners of your eye, as his thumb found its way to your swollen, needy clit. And when he swiped swiftly against the cute button over the damp lace, you gasped loud and tensed. Your thighs instinctively tried to close, but they were spread open around his hips.
“That’s my girl. Just let me make you feel good. Don’t worry about a thing.”
He started slow, rubbing soft, rhythmic circles over the fabric of your now completely soaked panties. Your slick melted through the lace, and soon enough the useless garment had lost its novelty, and you only wished to feel Jayce’s skin on your naked cunt. You whined, grinding back desperately,
“J-Jayce, please” you trailed off, squirming in his hold.
“Needy, aren’t you? I just want to warm you up, love. Don’t want it to be too painful when my cock splits your virgin pussy open. You have to feel good too, don’t you?” You moaned from his words, and when his chapped lips mouthed at your tits you groaned in a high whimper. He continued to rub your clit, and then licked a trail of saliva from your cleavage to a perky nipple, before putting his mouth on it and sucking. You gasped, hands on his shoulders, and before you knew it, you heard the distinct tearing of your ruined panties. You looked down under half lids, whimpering as he continued to lap at your swollen, sore nipple, moving on to the next to give it the same treatment. Your bare pussy was on display in an obscene manner, folds and juices framed perfectly by the gaping tear of your lace panties. Your clit was red and engorged, begging to be touched, sucked, anything.
A finger dipped into your messy slit easily, and you sunk down on it in a low, drawled moan. You threw your head back, as Jayce swiped his tongue across your nipple in quick motion, his free hand forcing your hips to move over his thick digit, gripping onto your waist to move you up and down, slowly, cruelly. You wanted to go faster, but he chided you when you tried to hitch your hips forward.
“No, love. You’re doing what I say tonight. You’re mine for an hour and I’ll do what I please. No rushing.” But just as he said that, you felt his hand on your waist start to move you quicker on his finger, thumb pinching together to draw torturous circles on the pretty, pink button between your legs.
“Jayce!” You choked on a gasp, sobbing quietly from the new sensation, the excrutating, slow torture of a slow build. Your stomach began to knot, and when he noticed you growing rigid, he lifted you back up just long enough to nudge another finger into your soaked, swollen cunt. The squelching was obscene and loud. And everytime he bounced you on top of his fingers, the slosh of your pussy juices only grew louder. A gush of slick dripped down your slit, pooling at his lap and coating his fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my fingers like you mean it.”
He kissed your jaw while your hips began to move on their own, desperate whines and gasps falling from your mouth as you tried to chase the pleasure. His fingers were thick and perfect, and when he curled them in just right to meet the spongy tissue inside, you shuddered.
“Ah-hah…mnnn…Jayce” you pleaded, your words melting into sweet moans. You choked on a desperate groan when your pussy fluttered over his thick fingers, straining to squeeze. He continued to finger fuck you through your first orgasm, and you gasped when you realized he wasn’t going to stop.
“J-Jayce, p-please, ah!” Your breath hitched with every bounce, pussy juices slathering against his thigh and alongside his hard cock. It was too much but not enough at the same time, and soon enough your body moved on your own. You lifted high and stifled a moan when his fingers dragged out of your folds, high enough to hover your slick, dripping cunt just above the angry red tip of his veiny cock. Your eyes were a haze and your lips trembled, as you looked at him for permission. He hitched a brow,
“Are you ready, baby? Ready to take my dick?” He patted your cunt softly, eliciting an even softer, needy moan from you.
“P-please,” you said, desperate and senseless, as you spread your thighs wider and began to sheath yourself on Jayce before hearing him say yes. Your breath caught in your throat when you realized Jayce’s monstrous cock didn’t fit.
His thumbs tucked under your thighs and he stretched your lips apart, half-helping you take him in, the other half to get a better view of your throbbing pussy.
“Perfect.” He said, before gripping the inside of your thighs, impatient with how slow you were going. He pulled you down on his cock in a slow, dragging motion, and you gasped and squirmed as your virgin cunt took him in slowly.
“That’s it, love,” he growled, “Sit pretty on my lap and take me. You have no where else to go. Make my cock feel good, hm?” You groaned, grasping at his hands once again and squirming against the slow, excruciating, blissed out cock that Jayce possessed. Hot tears clung at your lower lashes and your mouth was forever parted in a silent moan, as you nodded thoughtlessly. You said in a fumbled tone,
“Y-yes Jayce, yes—ah…mnnnm.” He sheathed your pussy onto him, and the feeling of being split open by his impatient dick elicited ragged moans and filthy, wet squelches that filled the air. You moaned loud before you whined desperately, “Please, let me make you feel good Jayce. I’ll be a good girl for you.” Your eyes looked into Jayce’s with a burning need, and before you realized, Jayce pushed your sopping wet cunt all the way to his hilt and your mouth fell loose. Your cunt fluttered around his impossibly large cock. You felt your walls being stretched like you hadn’t before, and he took joy in watching you gasp for breath. He cooed in your ear, feeling your thighs tremble around his hips uncontrollably,
“Sh, love. You’re doing well. Taking my cock like a good girl.”
“Mnn…Jayce,” you cried quietly when he began to bounce you on him. Every thrust of his hips punching out an unrelenting moan, and all you could do was take it, being speared by his cock over and over again. Your ass slapped his hips and your slick folds gushed around his veiny, red rod. The air was thick with wet noises and your pathetic little whimpers. Drool fell from your lips, and when he shoved his hand between your legs again, fingers finding your clit angrily, you shuddered. He was mean about it, driving into your sore, swollen pussy and rubbing into your engorged clit at the same time. Your hands met his shoulders and your fingernails dug into his skin as he didn’t stop.
“Jah-Jayce!!” You gasped, voice wrecked and pussy ruined. All you could do was sit there, being fucked like the pretty girl you were, cunt stuffed, clit abused by rough fingers. Your stomach began to knot again, and you stuttered a gasping moan, thighs spread wide for him, a smirk on his lips. His free hand steadied your waist so you couldn’t pull away from his menacing fingers as they swiped relentlessly over your precious, swollen, clit.
“You like it when I grind into your pretty little cunt, baby? I bet you work this job just so you have the chance to cum on cocks like this.” You were wrecked, could nearly respond, but you nodded your head in between pants, groaning when every effort to move away from his unrelenting hand was returned with a harder press into your throbbing clit. You leaned your forehead on his shoulder, clutching at his shirt as your hips ground back into his aching dick desperately,
“Mnnn…” tears glistened on your lids.
“Shit, love. You’re really hungry, aren’t you.”
Jayce slowed his thrusts. His pistoning, cruel hips made way for a slow drag; your walls being scraped by his head in an excruciating sweet, slow pace.
“Jayce-oh” you threw your head back, the sudden change of pace catching you by surprise. You could feel your second orgasm build, and somehow with the slower fuck, you could feel his aching cock inside you even better. The bundle of nerves subject to his cruel fingertips were now being rubbed and circled slowly, but still with precision, as your pussy swallowed his cock up and your hips moved on their own, trying to grind harder into his hand. You bit your lip, completely lost. You could barely think straight, just feel the sensation of Jayce and his throbbing dick ruining you from the inside out.
“Jayce—“ you said in a breathless whisper, hips canting against his. When he felt your body go rigid, he didn’t stop. He kissed your neck and breathed ragged,
“That’s it, love. Keep going, for me. Just like that,”
Your mouth fell loose in an ‘o’ as the slow grinding was inescapable. You were speared onto his cock and there was nothing you could do but be forced to take it slowly.
“You’re stretching over me well, baby. How does it feel to be stuffed so full, for the first time? You’re treating me well,” he bit your lip and rutted into you just once, but hard, and you gasped.
“Jayce, please” you begged, teary eyed.
“Please what, love,” he whispered in your ear, his free hand lifting to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“P-please…make me cum…” you said desperately, face hot with shame.
Without another word, you felt is large hands lift you by the hips, and you gasped when he pulled you off him nearly to the tip, before slamming your poor, swollen, and throbbing pussy back onto his cock. You saw stars, and your words were nothing but garbled words when he did it again, and again, and again. Your walls grew tighter and tighter with ever unrelentling thrust, and it took that much more effort to bully his thick dick back into your ruined hole every single time. He dragged you off to the tip, and forced you back to the hilt, his cock’s head kissing your g spot with every rough thrust.
Each nudge to your sweet core had your toes curling, and your cunt squeezed desperately, trying to accommodate for the feeling of a thick cock in it for the first time. Your walls fluttered over the cruel drag of his veined, red dick, and the precise grind of his calloused thumb on your nib had your nerves on haywire. You wanted to push away from the stimulation, but every tug away had him forcing his thickness past your walls, and his fingers grinding even harder into your throbbing clit. You nearly keeled over, moaning into his ear with a desperate plea. Drool dripped down your chin and your eyes rolled back when he slammed into you one more time. Your pussy swallowed him down in return, and you clamped down so hard on him, his hips stuttered. Soon enough you let out a restrained, high pitched, cry when you felt a gush of your slick coating his aching cock, and a spurt of hot juice soak your thighs and his lap. You squirted, moaning with hot breaths and tears streaming down your face,
“Ah-mnnn. J-Jayce…” you cried weakly. Your lips trembled as your thighs shook, your throbbing, wet cunt milking him dry. He groaned loud into your shoulder, pumping into you as you both rode your orgasms out. After a moment of panting breaths and silence, he hitched his hips into you one more time, causing you to whimper an exhausted moan, before he pulled out. His cum was hot, as it dripped down your thighs and onto his lap, and your pussy was thoroughly abused and throbbing, clit angry and red, and still engorged. You sighed once your muscles began to relax, the sweet euphoria of your first time engulfing your body. Then you heard him chuckle.
His hand was at your hip, the other already between your legs again. His thumb teased your red chapped clit, and swiped past your puffy, fucked out folds. And when when he dragged two thick fingers through your walls again, filthy squelches of his cum mixed with your juices, you squirmed in his lap with a hot pant, and let out a a desperate whine.
“Jayce,” you gasped weakly.
“You think you’re done baby? We’re just getting started. Sit on my cock again, love. Be the pretty whore I paid for. We’ll see how many times I can make you cum before our time is done.”
Chapter 4: Dining Room Decoration (Mel x Sevika)
Summary:
While Mel and Sevika shop for decorations to put on their dining table, they come across a piece that looks like it could have other uses, too.
***tags: strap, soft mel, sub mel, dom sevika, object insertion, double penetration, multiple orgasms, squirting
Chapter Text
DINING ROOM DECORATION:
Day 15: Object Insertion
“S-sev,” Mel groaned, head buried in her pillow, arms raised above her head, and hands gripping onto the sheets.
“Hush, woman. This was your idea. Don’t back out now.” Sevika slathered her fingers with a bottle of lube, bringing them to Mel’s naked cunt, and massaging. The councilwoman mewled when the cool gel warmed across her folds. She was already slick with her own natural juices, but Sevika insisted the extra lubrication would be a good idea.
Earlier that day they had been perusing a Home Goods store looking for something to spruce up their dining room table. Either a nice vase for flowers, or pretty dish-ware to put down as a centerpiece. But as they looked, Mel came across a couple of glass figurines. More like amorphous blobs to be exact. But the contours and smooth texture of the decorations only reminded them of something else.
That’s how Mel found herself kneeling on the dining table, mounted on one of the make shift dildos. She sat there, cunt sopping wet and fluttering over the hard-glass, while Sevika ate her food and watched.
“Sevika,” Mel hiccuped, as she senselessly ground herself onto the figurine, mouth nearly drooling. Mel knelt over to lean on her hands for a break, as her cunt ached and her thighs trembled.
“Hands off the table, love.” Sevika said, as she brought a cube of steak into her mouth. When Mel didn’t move, she heard the clanking of the fork being put down, and a sigh from the woman eating. Soon enough, Sevika stood up and made her way behind Mel. She gasped when Sevika grabbed her arms from behind, pulling her back in an upright position. As Mel’s body shifted, she groaned when she felt one of the smooth knobs from the figurine probe the soft spongy tissue in her pussy. A new slick gushed past her folds and coated the base of the glass. Sevika had made sure to screw the bottom of the new dining ornament to the table so it wouldn’t move. And knowing that her pretty councilwoman could only sit there, spread open and speared onto the thing, made her hard.
“Keep moving, love.” Sevika said softly. Her eyes traced the beautiful arch of Mel’s back as she began to move her hips again, fucking herself on the clear cock. She whimpered, head hanging low, as the filthy squelches of her pussy juices soaked her thighs and pooled onto the table. Sevika clicked her tongue,
“Now look at the mess you made.” Two fingers found Mel’s nipple. When she felt the pinch on the sensitive bud, she moaned, her walls instinctively clamping over the figurine.
“I don’t know what’s a prettier decoration for this table. That thing, or your sopping cunt,” she said, smirking, while her hand snaked over Mel’s legs. She mewled, thighs tensing, when Sevika twisted her nipple with one hand, and the other rubbed a calloused finger over her perfect, engorged clit. Sevika spread her two fingers apart to massage her folds, just around the base of the glass, as Mel trembled, being forced to take it.
“Sevika…” she moaned with a quiet sob, her voice slurred, and accent thicker.
“Oh, baby. Let me treat you this time.”
Sevika buried her head into Mel’s neck from behind. Her hand groped Mel’s tits obscenely, while the other continued to abuse the poor, swollen button between her legs. Mel let out a choking gasp while Sevika dragged a hot tongue across her neck. She nuzzled her nose through Mel’s thick hair, and whispered low in her ear, her lips grazing the delicate skin,
“Maybe I can climb up here next to you baby. Do you think your pretty asshole can take my strap at the same time?”
Mel groaned from the suggestion, chin tipping up as she rested her head on Sevika’s shoulder. The arch of her back was obscenely inviting. Mel stopped moving, legs growing rigid, and mouth agape in small, desperate gasps. When Sevika noticed, she put her hands on Mel’s thighs and spread her legs apart wider. She pushed Mel all the way down to the hilt, ass to the table, and cunt completely swallowing the glass cock. Her pussy lips were slathered and squelching, kissing the surface of the dining table. She squirmed,
“S-Sevika, oh god. Mnnn…” Mel cried weakly, as Sevika gripped onto her waist hard enough to bruise. She grounded Mel like a ragdoll against the clear figurine that completely disappeared passed her puffy, swollen, lips and deep into the fluttering walls of her fucked out cunt.
“V-vika” she gasped desperately. Every thrust of the foreign object into her slick-filled, obscene pussy, made the pitch of her voice a little higher every time. She gritted her teeth, face hot and dewy, as her ragged moans could no longer contain themselves.
“Too much, Vika,” Mel whispered under hot pants, though her hips only ground down harder, leaning into the movements Sevika forced her through. Sevika’s lips brushed against Mel’s ear again, breath warm.
“Oh baby. You can do it. You just need another push.”
Soon enough, Mel heard the unzipping of Sevika’s pants, before she mounted the table. She bent Mel over, on her hands and knees, with the figurine still planted past her slick, puffy folds. Sevika’s hand rubbed into the mess that Mel had made on the table. When her fingers were completely coated with Mel’s juices, she slid them across her asshole.
“Ah—! Mnnn, Sev,” Mel whined, while a calloused thumb massaged the tight, puckered, hole.
“Shh baby. I’m just preparing you,” she cooed, gathering more slick from Mel’s drenched cunt and smearing it around the new, tight, entrance. Her thumb’s tip pushed slightly in, before pulling back out to circle the rim. Mel’s head lay low. Her forehead was nearly to the table’s surface, ass out for display, and cunt still grinding back in and out of the glass. Her pussy walls fluttered when Sevika started to finger her new hole in earnest. The squelches and shlops of her desperate, soaked, cunt, and Sevika’s sopping fingers dragging in and out of her tight, pulsing rim, filled the room. When Sevika pushed her finger into Mel’s puckered entrance to her last knuckle, Mel choked on a gasp. A desperate, crying moan escaped her trembling lips. Her soaked cunt gushed and clamped over the glass cock, squeezing over it like it was milking it till its last drop. Before her first orgasm could finish, Sevika dragged her drenched finger out of Mel’s hole, and pressed the tip of her strap to it instead. She didn’t have time to register much, before another gut wrenching moan tore through her throat.
Sevika sheathed herself into Mel with precision, and in a slow but deliberate force, all the way to the hilt. Her asshole throbbed around the girth, as the writhing woman tried to take the torturous pleasure from both objects at once.
“You feel full, baby?” Sevika said under a ragged breath.
Mel’s head lay on the table, cheek pressed to the surface, eyes rolled back. Each slap of Sevika’s hips into her plush cheeks, and thrust of her dick into her swollen, fucked out asshole, had Mel’s tits bouncing, and her clit and cunt throbbing over the figurine. Drool pooled at the surface just below her lips, as Mel was lost in the euphoria of being penetrated in both of her aching, needy openings. She let out whoreish moans and quiet, mewling sobs everytime Sevika’s hips clapped against her ass. Sevika spread her cheeks apart so she could see the damage her strap was doing to Mel’s precious hole. It swallowed her up, and Sevika threw her head back and groaned. Mel grinded her throbbing cunt back onto the glass dildo thoughtlessly, chasing the pleasure as her mind grew blank. The smell of sex permeated the dining room. And Mel could hear the combination of her shameful moans, the wet, filthy noises of both her pussy and her ass being ruined, and Sevika’s low grunts.
Mel’s core began to grow warm again as she could feel a wave wash over her. She let out a whine, pussy walls fluttering over the glass, and her tight little asshole throbbing around Sevika’s strap. Her words were garbled and she spoke between heavy, whore-ish pants,
“S’vika…I’m, oh-ah mnnn…please.” Mel let out a weak cry, mouth open in nearly a silent moan, when she saw the whites in her eyes and her climax come. Her second orgasm was violent. She shook, whimpering and groaning as her asshole choked Sevika’s cock, and her pussy’s lips fluttered and squeezed around the makeshift dildo. A heavy gush of slick dripped down her thighs, and when Sevika continued to pump her cock into her fucked out, swollen, hole, Mel groaned and whimpered from the overstimulation. Her second orgasm was still riding itself out, each squeeze eliciting an obscene squelch from her used pussy, when she felt Sevika pull her cock out to the tip, and slam back into Mel’s abused rim punishingly. Mel let out an unrelenting cry in pleasure, squirting onto the table, hot juices spraying across the surface. She orgasmed again, as it carried on top of the last one. Her rim strained to squeeze over Sevika’s hard cock, and her swollen pussy struggled and throbbed over the glass. She panted with heavy, exhaustive breaths, whimpering when she finally unsheathed her poor puffy cunt from the dinging table. Sevika pulled out carefully, as Mel’s asshole continued to contract over nothing. She collapsed onto the table, while Sevika climbed off. She carried Mel to the bed, but once she laid her hand back on the pillow, nearly no time passed when she felt Sevika climb in between her legs. Mel gasped when Sevika spread them wide by the calves. She licked her lips, staring hungrily at Mel’s swollen holes and red clit, just begging to be ruined again.
“Baby, I’m still hungry.”
Chapter 5: An Interesting Proposal (Jayce x Viktor x Reader)
Summary:
You're fwb with Viktor, and when he has an interesting proposal in bed, you all but comply. Halfway in, you realize there might be extra company from his roommate.
***tags: threesome, top Viktor, top Jayce, double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus
Chapter Text
AN INTERESTING PROPOSAL:
Day 19: Sensory Deprivation
“Close your eyes, love.”
You closed your eyes, sitting on your knees with your hands in your lap, in Viktor’s bedroom. On his bed. He said he had a fun idea and, already knowing the type of ideas he had, you still decided to agree to it. His roommate had knocked on the door earlier, talking to him about something, but you were so distracted with the fact that you were just in a fucking silk nighty, with a thin panty to match. He said it would be more comfortable that way, whatever "it" was.
Once you closed your eyes, he put the blindfold on you, then the earmuffs. It was strange, but you’d never had sex this way before so you were pretty excited.
So there you were, back pressed into the mattress, silk gown hiked up to your waist, and knees up. You knew you were breathing hard by the rapid rise and fall of your chest, but you couldn’t see or hear anything. Just the feeling of Viktor’s cool fingertips tracing down your leg. Your back arched when you felt him press divots into the inside of your thighs and spread your legs open. Then, you gasped when you felt his warm lips press into the corner of your inner thigh, so close to your uncomfortable heat. You were already soaked, and you could smell it. The sex and perspiration, and the tantalizing scent of Viktor’s cologne that stained your skin wherever he touched.
His soft hair tickled your stomach when you felt him plant kisses everywhere on you, everywhere but on the heat that needed it most. Then you gasped loud when you felt a pressure rub down the slit of your folds, just a thin layer of fabric pinched in between.
The feeling of Viktor’s lips on your stomach disappeared, and a sharp cool air hit your throbbing pussy when he pulled your panties to the side, and your moaned, clit perking, when a finger slid alongside the mess of your slit. You could feel a slick flush from your cunt, as his smooth finger kept teasing you.
“V-vik…” you said with a trembling lip. You wish you could see what was happening, wish you could hear it. But the anticipation was such a painful pleasure. His palms were on both your thighs, and you felt two thumbs spread your folds open. You tried to close your legs from the embarrassment, but his grip was strong. Then you moaned, when you suddenly felt a thumb swipe across your perky, red clit. You whimpered,
“V-vik, please.” You could already imagine him chiding you with a soft Tsk. patient, love.
Suddenly, a finger pushed through your tight walls and you arched your back, gasping. His other finger continued to rub slow, methodical circles around your clit, while he pumped in and out of your sopping wet cunt with patience. You could feel his fingers drag alongside your pussy’s walls, and you clenched hard around his fingers when his lips met your nipple.
“Ah!” You tried to squirm, but you couldn’t move, as the moans began to catch up to you. His tongue flicked your hard bud, and you felt his warm, wet lips wrap around it and suck. Your teeth clenched when his finger bent at just the right angle inside of your pussy,
“Mmnnn” but just when you felt like you couldn’t be brought any further, his teeth grazed your nipple and he pulled out to push back in, rougher.
You choked on a gasp, and you couldn’t tell if the pressure in your leaking, swollen cunt was because he added a second finger, or because you were just clenching harder. Either way, it didn’t matter. You were already drooling, head thrown back, heaving. Your hips stuttered when his thumb pressed into your clit punishingly, dragging harsh circles around it.
“Ah-hah, Viktor,” you whimpered. Your back arched even further, ass lifting from the bed. You tried to move away from the stimulation, because at that point he had pulled his sopping fingers out of your ruined pussy and soon enough inserted them back in. Your walls were clinging, gripping around them, and by now, you knew for sure that he had forced another finger past your fluttering folds. When you tried to sit up and back away for a reprieve, your back hit something warm. Your surprise was soon replaced with a breathless gasp when two additional hands wrapped around your waist.
“W-who--” then you thought about his roommate. It had to have been Jayce. You had never told Viktor before, but you and Jayce may have possibly fucked once or twice before. But figuring that he was now behind you, pecks pressed against your back, thick, warm hands gripped onto your waist while Viktor continued to finger you, you had the distinct feeling that he already knew.
“J-Jayce?” You said blindly with a trembling lip. Your head tipped back and you soon felt a large hand on your jaw, and chapped lips brush against yours. You gripped onto the arm that was still barred against your waist, as Viktor continued to finger fuck into your squelching, desperate pussy. Jayce dragged his hot tongue across your trembling lips and you parted them easily. He didn’t give you time to breathe, licking into your mouth while his hand kept your jaw steady. You moaned into his mouth, clit angry and red, nipples hard, while Viktor pulled his slippery fingers out once again. There was a shift in movement and when you felt a dip in the mattress, Viktor’s hands looped under your legs so they rested at your hips, and your breath hitched in between wet kisses, when you felt a hot tongue lick across your fluttering folds. A new gush of slick dripped down them, completely soaking your panties while Viktor mouthed hungrily at your pussy through the thin fabric. You thought you could feel a small vibration, and when your pussy was suddenly bare to the cold air, you realized Viktor had torn your panties to get them out of the way. You moaned like a whore when his hot mouth pressed into your pussy lips. Jayce released from your mouth, kissing your neck, while his hands came to grope at yours tits. Viktor’s grip on your hips prevented you from moving, while he licked a wet stripe across your fucked out, puffy slit.
Your breaths were ragged, as you could only imagined what it sounded like. You wished you could see Viktor going down on you. The way his eyes grew sharp under the hazy lust. Every time he’d suck on you and look up to watch you cum, it was the hottest. But now you couldn’t see. To be honest though, imagining it was pretty good too. Jayce’s teeth grazed your neck while you felt Viktor drag his tongue across your engorged clit, already overstimulated. You whined when his pressure didn’t relent, drawing tight circles with his practiced muscle, before dipping into your wet hole briefly. Your walls clenched over nothing every time he’d slip his warm tongue out to suck on your clit, and you could already feel your legs shaking. He would lick a striped up your slit, suck on your folds till they were clean, tongue fuck you, then suck hard on your clit. And this happened rhythmically. Again, and again, and again. Unrelenting. Torturously slow, and every time he did, your legs shook more, your breathing became more erratic, and the tighter your cunt’s walls begged to keep his tongue in.
Lick. suck. plunge. Lick. suck. plunge.
It was like some slow, fucked up torturous prayer. Like a devious chant, over and over. And you cried weakly, begging for him to go faster.
“P-please, Vik. Oh god—“
Then, you suddenly felt a thick finger swipe across your lips. Jayce softly probed your mouth until you parted them with a hot sigh. You whimpered quietly with the damage Viktor was doing to your poor pussy, hands pressing hard into your writhing hips to keep you steady. Jayce’s thick finger pressed into the pad of your tongue, and you could already feel a dribble of drool slide down your chin, chest moving up and down, nearly hyperventilating. You instinctively closed your mouth around his digit, sucking, licking, anything. You tried to keep it in rhythm with Viktor’s menacing muscle, which was now flicking punishingly over your swollen, red clit, under a closed mouth that wrapped around the little pink button. But before you could keep sucking, Jayce pulled it out. Suddenly, you slightly jolted when you were pushed slightly forward. Another shift in movement, and you were sitting up on your knees, Viktor easily adjusting so he could still get access to your soaking, squelching pussy. The wet finger that was dragged out of your mouth was now pressing in between your ass cheeks and you gasped loud, when Jayce began to circle his wet, calloused index around your rim. Your knees nearly buckled.
“J-Jayce!” You let out in a small gasp, grasping onto his strong arm that kept you up by your waist.
You felt the tip of his finger go in and your asshole clamp over the thickness. His finger continued to tease your second entrance, and you could already feel the heat climb into your core. Your legs shook violently when Viktor swiped one more hot, devastatingly slow, tongue from the bottom of your pussy’s slit all the way up to your twitching clit. You groaned, hunching over when Jayce pushed his finger unrelentingly slow past your tight, pretty asshole. When your knees buckled, Viktor eased you down slowly. You were already straddling Viktor’s lap, when you choked.
You felt his hard, naked erection on your thigh, precum smearing across your skin and slathering into your own juices. You swore you could feel yourself dripping onto his leg. His hands met your ass cheeks when he moved you forward, grazing the tip of his veiny cock across your slick, ruined folds.
Jayce started to pump his thick calloused digit in and out of your other hole, and you were saying something but you were also sure it was a garbled mess of words. Viktor eased you onto his cock, his fat head pressing in between your wet pussy lips.
“Mmmngh, hah,” you panted, whoreish moans escaping your lips, when you sunk onto Viktor’s solid thickness slowly. The drag of his cock, you swore you could feel every vein. Suddenly, Jayce pulled his finger out and pushed back in, and god, you knew he pushed a second one in. That’s when your body gave in. You spasmed on Viktor’s aching dick and on Jayce’s punishing fingers, letting out a wretched, ugly, slutty moan. Your cunt gushed out a thick mess of slick, only lubricating Viktor’s throbbing cock more. Even though you were blindfolded, you swore you could see stars. And when neither of them stopped, your heart nearly did. You choked on a desperate groan, feeling Viktor’s steady hips rock you onto him, the lewd, wet, squelches and ragged whimpering pants that only he and Jayce could hear. He fucked you slow past your first orgasm, as Jayce’s fingers buried into your tight little asshole impossibly deep.
Soon enough, you could feel Jayce’s hand on the back of your head, and you mewled quietly when he dragged his soaking fingers out of your throbbing hole, before he gently bent you forward. Your forehead pressed into Viktor’s chest, and you could feel him place a peck on your head, while Jayce’s hand laid on the small of your back, keeping you down.
Another shift in movement. And when you felt a wet thumb briefly massage into your ruined asshole, you instinctively squeezed around Viktor’s impossibly hard dick, walls fluttering over the thick twitching muscle. And you thought you could feel the rumbling of a groan from his ribcage.
Jayce’s thumb disappeared just as quickly, before you felt his tip kissing the entrance of your pretty hole’s rim. Your fingers dug into Viktor’s shoulders and you cried in pleasure, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and dampening the blindfold, when Jayce’s monstrous, veined cock bullied its way past your tight rim. His hand landed again on the small of your back, rubbing circles on it to try and relax you. He pushed in slowly, but unrelenting.
Viktor’s hand tangled in your hair while he drove into your poor, abused pussy. You drooled on his chest, instinctively licking and lapping it up, and you grew rigid when Jayce finally sheathed his cock into, up to his hilt.
And that’s when it started. Jayce’s slow fucking soon turned feral, his hands pressing into your hips enough to bruise, his aching dick pulling out and slamming back in, while Viktor continued to rock into you in the same movement. Your forehead lay low, mouth open in a forever ‘o’, forced to just take it.
Your pussy walls throbbed over Viktor’s dick, and your asshole twitched around Jayce’s monstrous, punishing cock. He fucked into you, barely giving you time to adjust. You felt his hands grab both your cheeks before spreading them apart, and you arched your back and pushed your ass out more, to present yourself to him better. His hips stuttered when you did it, so you tried to wiggle your ass a little, rocking his cock slightly. You yelped, the slight sting of a hand on your cheek, the painful pleasure going straight to your core. You clit twitched, and the slap pulled a ragged moan from you. And when you felt another sharp sting to your cheek, you cried out, a burst of violent trembling erupting, your cunt squeezed like a vice over Viktor’s siphoning dick, and asshole clamping onto Jayce’s huge, red and veined, cock.
Your moans were surely ragged, desperate, as both Viktor and Jayce slowed their pumping…but notably did not stop or pull out. You whimpered as you rode out your second climax, hiccuping as pleasured tears dampened the blindfold. A new wave of slick dripped around Viktor’s still hard cock, while Jayce slowly rocked into you, hips meeting your ass rhythmically, hand on your back that eventually climbed your spine and rested on the back of your neck.
Suddenly, the earmuffs were lifted off, and your blindfold was untied. The first thing you saw was Viktor’s golden eyes, sharp but glossy, sweat dripping down his temple. And the next thing you could hear was the symphony of gasps and harsh breaths, and a small groan that punched out of Jayce’s lungs whenever he’d meet you to his hilt. The new sensory awareness only made you moan, clenching over both their cocks at the same time. You felt like you could cum again just from the sounds and the sights. They eventually both slowed to a stop, but stayed inside you.
Jayce and Viktor both cockwarmed you, as you still throbbed around them, whimpering quietly from each squeeze. By then, you were fucked raw and any movement seemed to hit you ten fold.
“J-Jayce, Viktor…” you whined quietly. You moaned when they both moved inside you. Your asshole was ruined and raw, and your pussy and clit were swollen and fucked out. But when they started back again, it punched another gut wrenching moan out of your lungs.
“W-wait…t-too much,” you stuttered through a groan, but your hips betrayed you and you found yourself grinding back into Jayce before moving your hips forward onto Viktor’s warm cock.
“Are you sure, love? It looks like you don’t want to let us go.” Viktor said under a harsh breath.
You gasped when Jayce pulled you up, a large hand wrapped around your neck. He brought your back flush to his chest while your cunt throbbed over Viktor's menacing cock and your asshole strained to squeeze Jayce's thick, hot dick. He squeezed your neck lightly, just enough to elicit a whimpered moan, before the scruff of his beard tickled your cheek, and his warm lips brush against your ear,
“You have to take it, baby. Don’t be greedy. Let us use your holes until you can make us cum.”
AnonymousBurnerAuthor on Chapter 5 Wed 22 Oct 2025 11:48PM UTC
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