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“I want to buy lingerie.”
The words reach Jayce's brain and scramble it like a code puzzle. He drops the screwdriver in his hold, his hand sweaty and shaky, suspended in the air, fingers grasping nothing.
“I, uh, what?”
He doesn't need the clarification; it's the simplest sentence he has ever heard. His only hope is that Vik explaining will give him ample time to get himself together and string together a response that consists of more than a perverted moan.
“I just—well, my chest has grown a bit, you know?” Vik says, oblivious to Jayce's turmoil as she scribbles on their chalkboard.
Does he know? Holy fucking shit. Sometimes, it feels like that's all he's known in the past few months.
He can't pinpoint the exact moment it happened. Logically, he knows her breasts hadn't grown overnight, even with her hormone therapy. But Vik always wears loose shirts and jumpers, so it took Jayce some time to notice.
Then one day, she had come to the lab in a form-fitting tee, light pink and tight across her chest, and Jayce almost combusted on the spot. Her chest had been outlined perfectly, the contours of her bra clearly visible through the thin material.
Jayce had gotten so hard he'd had to sit tucked into his desk for a whole hour before he managed to excuse himself and made a run to the bathroom. Once there, he needed exactly four pumps of his hand to cum, and then a dozen more to do it again, as the first one did nothing to soften his cock.
So yes. He is aware that Vik's tits have grown. Painfully so.
“So I thought, maybe it's time to try it?” Vik's voice is soft, more higher-pitched than ever these days. It sounds like the sweetest music to Jayce's ears; he's obsessed with it. “I've always dreamed of—of wearing it. Filling it out nicely. Just—feeling pretty in it.” Vik goes on.
Jayce's hands are shaking. He plasters his palms to the table to stop the tremors, applying so much pressure his fingers go white.
The image of Vik in lingerie—red, his mind supplies, rich red lace—sends all his blood rushing downward. And then he feels like a pervert, because his friend is sharing something with him, being vulnerable with him, and all he can think about is bending her over in one of the lingerie sets she wants so much.
Jayce's attraction to Vik was always present. From the day they met, when she looked and dressed differently and used a whole other set of pronouns. He'd let it simmer then, content to just bask in her presence and get to know the most brilliant person he'd ever met.
And then she came out to him, shy and hopeful, with a glint in her eyes that Jayce had never seen before. It felt like something clicked in his brain with that admission, with being let in and trusted that way. With her small hand in his, their fingers tangled like they belonged together.
Since then, Jayce has been on fire every day. A combination of agony and bliss so potent he could hardly breathe in Vik's presence.
But he kept his hands to himself, because it wasn't about him. He wouldn't jump her before she's even come to terms with her new normal and gotten used to her therapy.
They have time, and he would do it right. Woo her. Romance her, make her feel like the prettiest, most cherished girl in the world, because she is.
He just needs to pick the right moment.
“I think, uh, you would look great in it.” He says, squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn't picture it. But the mental images appear anyway, of silky smooth skin dotted with moles and covered in the skimpiest lace known to man. Of Vik on her knees, looking up at him as she—
“You really think so?” Vik asks sweetly, eyes wide as she turns to look at Jayce.
He can only hope he doesn't look as unhinged as he feels. “Yes, absolutely.”
The pretty blush that emerges on her cheeks is worth all his suffering. It always is.
“I was—I was wondering—” Vik starts, playing with a piece of chalk in her hands. She looks more nervous than Jayce has seen her in a long while.
“What?”
“Well, I'd—I'd hoped that maybe you'd want to come. With me.” She says, her words dissolving into a mere whisper at the end.
Jayce blinks, and then blinks again. Surely not... “Lingerie shopping?” He asks incredulously, feeling goosebumps sprout all over his body even in the stifling hot lab.
It is a mistake. Vik looks like he'd just laughed in her face, dropping the chalk as her lower lip wobbles.
“Of course not, I, uh, I'm sorry for—for suggesting that.” She stutters and turns to leave, walking quickly despite her cane.
Jayce is stunned for a moment, but then he's moving. He gets to her in half a dozen long steps, and then he's turning, his hands landing on her shoulders gently.
“Hey, hey, no.” He says, trying not to stare at the obscene picture his hands paint on her small frame. “I was just—surprised. I never thought you'd want me there.”
“You're my best friend, Jayce. I wouldn't want anyone else.”
The words go straight to his heart, hammering in his chest at Vik's proximity. They travel lower still, as he imagines Vik saying that in a different context. Wanting only him in a different context.
Jayce isn't sure. Not really, anyway. Some days, he swears Vik looks at him with more than just friendship in her eyes. He's almost sure she checks him out and lingers around longer when he comes back from the forge, all sweaty and hot.
But others, Vik moves away from his touch, as if frightened by it. She jokes about him going on dates and liking pretty girls, her tone light and airy. It makes Jayce feel sick and embarrassed because the only pretty girl he wants is her.
“But if you—if you feel uncomfortable, I understand. I would never push—”
“Let's go right now.” Jayce interrupts, feeling feral as he takes a step toward her, personal space be damned.
Vik looks up, a combination of surprise and delight making her look ethereal. “Now? But we have so much work to do.”
“After work, then. Most stores are open then as well.”
“O—okay.” She says, looking like a dream come true as she gazes up at him. “Don't worry. You won't have to see me in any of it. I just need someone there for moral support.”
He won't have to see her? As if she's doing him a favor? As if he wouldn't kill to be a fly on the wall as she changes and puts on something cute and frilly that hugs her frame just right?
Jayce shakes his head, gritting his teeth. “We're going this afternoon. Whatever you need, I'll do it.”
Vik beams at him and throws her arms around his neck. Jayce hugs her back, dazed and woozy, and lets his hands drift lower on her back, reveling in the way she fits into his arms.
He hopes to the Gods she can't feel how hard he is inside his slacks.
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By the time they make it to the Piltover mall that afternoon, Jayce is at his wits’ end.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't focus on any of their work after his conversation with Vik. As she spoke about their blueprints, he imagined her in piece after piece of sexy lace, each one showing more and more skin. When she paused to explain her thought process for an equation, Jayce pictured her putting the lingerie on in front of him. Twirling around so he could admire every curve. Laughing when he grabbed her and pressed her to his body.
Needless to say, he'd spent ample time on bathroom breaks.
Now that Vik excitedly leads him forward and into a specific store she has always wanted to visit, her hand soft and so deliciously small in his own, Jayce can hear his own heartbeat pounding on his head.
This is a mistake—he knows that. There is not a world in which he survives this outing without spilling his guts to Vik and scaring her off with the intensity of his feelings. But he can't deny her anything; certainly not when she looks like she's living her dream as she stands in front of endless rows of lingerie sets displayed on delicate hangers.
“What color do you think would look best on me?” She asks, not even sparing him a glance as she steps forward to examine the first few pieces. Her fingers look sinful on the lace, long and dainty, and he can focus on little else.
“Red.” It comes out as a growl, and he bites his lip immediately. Vik gives him a weird look, contemplative and surprised, but says nothing as she turns back around.
“Really? I always thought I was too pale for it. That it makes me look...ridiculous.” Jayce frowns, rooted in place as she moves between the racks.
“Ridiculous? Not a chance.” He takes two steps forward to reach her again, just so they aren't yelling in the store. “You have that one jumper. It's red—almost maroon? Like the color of spilled wine. You look beautiful in it.”
Vik turns, and Jayce sees that her cheeks would match that jumper in color perfectly. It makes him smile. “Oh. I—I think I've only worn that once. I can't believe you remember it.”
“I remember everything about you.”
For a few seconds, they just stare at each other. Vik seems to be searching for something on his face, and Jayce prays to whatever deity is listening that she finds it. He isn't sure how much longer he'll be able to hold off on confessing to her. It gnaws at his insides, begging to be released. He wants to scream it for the world to hear; then whisper it just for her, low and sweet, lips hot against her ear.
Vik takes a stuttering breath and turns away. Her hands shake as she flicks through the options, each one more colorful than the last. Jayce bites back a smile and follows along like a dog on a leash.
Viktor seems to be picking the sets haphazardly. She takes a teal one, then a blush pink piece—followed by something white and shapeless that makes Jayce's blood boil. “I don't know what looks good, so I'll take a few.”
Jayce just nods at the explanation and offers to hold her finds so her hand is free. He does his utmost best to ignore the feel of the fabric on his skin.
He stops when his eyes snag on a red one-piece hanging all on its own in a mostly deserted row. It's lacy and almost entirely sheer, with deep-red nipple pads and a tiny slit that will do little to cover much of anything, Jayce is sure. The thought of Vik wearing it makes his head spin, and he grabs it before he can think twice.
By the time Vik leads him to the changing rooms, he's shaking like a leaf. He knows that, no matter how today ends, no amount of jerking off will be enough to help him fall asleep. In fact, he's half-convinced he will never sleep again.
“You can wait here? And I will, eh, try them on.” Viktor says when they reach the stalls, turning around to reach for the mess of lace and cotton in his arms. He gives them to her robotically, trying to appear nonchalant in the wake of her flushed cheeks and nervous eyes.
“I'll be right here.” He assures her. “Shout if you need me.”
What she would need him for, he isn't sure. But he knows damn well he would do it all. As he watches her disappear, he almost prays that she gets stuck somehow. Or falls—not in any way that would hurt her, but just enough that she needs him to come in and help her up. Wrap his arms around her tiny waist and—
It is at that point that his shame reaches unimaginable heights, and he feels burning hatred for himself. Vik would be disgusted by his thoughts. Hurt, too, because he's treating her like a piece of meat instead of the princess she actually is. How can he ever hope to woo her and win her over if this is what he thinks about? She deserves so much better than that.
Deeply ashamed and untethered, he leans on the wall and starts counting the tiles on the store's floor. They're shiny and beige, utterly unremarkable—exactly what he needs to focus his thoughts on. He repeats the numbers one by one, muttering them quietly, and feels his blood settle bit by bit.
Then and there, he makes a vow that he'll start courting Vik tomorrow. The old-fashioned, romantic way. Bring her flowers. Buy her favorite pastries. Walk her home. Make sure she sees his devotion and interest before his perverse thoughts, so she knows he loves her, not just her body. With time, he can move on to bigger things, become bolder in his pursuit. And by the end of the year, she might be his already—his girl, his beautiful, darling Vik.
The more he thinks about it, the more resolute he becomes. Bits and pieces slot together into a fully fledged plan, and his breathing finally evens. He's so lost in his daydream—planning out their fifth date in vivid detail—that it takes him way too long to hear the sniffles coming right by his elbow. When he finally turns, his heart breaks cleanly in two at the sight in front of him.
Vik stands alone, clutching her cane in one hand and the bunch of lace in the other. Her hair is mussed from trying everything on, cheeks red. Jayce notices that she'd missed a button when doing up her shirt, but the forlorn, broken look on her face doesn't even let him linger on it.
“V? What's wrong?” He rushes to her side, cupping her face and making her look up. The devastation he finds in her amber orbs nearly brings him to his knees.
“Let's—let's go. I'm done.” She sobs, biting her lip so hard Jayce expects it to bruise and bleed in front of him.
“Go? Did you pick something out? What happened?”
She whispers her response, trying to pull away from his hold. “I won't—won't be buying any.”
“Why not?”
“It doesn't matter. This was s-so stupid, i don't know why—”
Jayce stalks forward until Vik's back hits the wall behind them and she is forced to look at him. Her eyes are big, wide and wet, and she looks at him with so much shame coiling inside of them that he can't breathe for a few seconds. “Tell me. What happened?”
She stays silent for a few beats, her eyes falling closed. Jayce catches every tear that slips past her long lashes, feeling panic seize him with every passing moment of silence.
“I don't—they all—” she begins, barely able to get the words out, before whispering, “they all look awful.”
Jayce is momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend her meaning. It makes no sense. “Uh, okay? We can pick others, then. There are hundreds to choose from here. And in stores we haven't even checked yet. Let's—”
“It's not them, Jayce.” She interrupts, confusing him even further.
“What is it, then?”
“You will make me say it?” Vik looks at him like he's incredibly stupid, and then sighs. “Fine. I am the problem. Me. I look like a sad stick cosplaying as a curvy woman. Ridiculous, no matter what size I try. I don't know why I even thought—” She shakes her head, eyes welling up again. “This wasn't made for someone like me. It's designed for someone pretty, because it can only elevate what is already there. It's not—it can't make me beautiful. I don't—I want to leave.”
Jayce takes a sharp breath through his nose. His hands shake with a weird mixture of anger and exasperation, and he's lost for words.
Until he isn't.
“No.”
Vik blinks, her mouth falling open into a little o. Even Jayce pauses for a moment, trying to calm his raging heart. Her words echo in his mind, so untrue and degrading and wrong. The need to correct her, make her see the truth, is so strong he feels feral with it.
“Wha-what do you mean?” She whispers, searching his face frantically.
“Let's go.”
His decision is made before it even registers in his mind. He grabs her hand and leads her forward, still remembering to keep his pace slow so she doesn't strain her leg.
“Jayce? What are we—”
“Get in, V.”
She stands in front of the changing room, giving him a frightened look. Blinking over and over again, she shifts her weight from one leg to the other, using his arm and her cane as leverage. “I don't understand.”
“You are going to try them on. And I am going to show you how good you look in them.”
She looks upset once again, eyes welling up until they look like liquid honey. “Please, don't make me play the fool, I can't—”
Jayce takes a step forward, cradling her cheek in his palm. “You are no fool, baby. And you certainly don't look like one.”
With one last swipe of his thumb over her cheek, he steps back. Carefully, he rummages through the lingerie pieces until he finds the red one. He takes the rest in his arms and hands his pick to Vik.
“Put this one on. And then call me when you're done.”
She looks at the lingerie, then slants her eyes up toward him. Jayce notices the faint blush on her cheeks, undoubtedly the result of his proximity and the way he'd spoken to her. For once, he can't find it in himself to care. His carefully constructed romantic plan is nothing but a pile of ashes in the wake of Vik's distress and the horrible way she'd spoken about herself. At that moment, the only thing he cares about is making sure she knows she's gorgeous. Stunning. Absolutely breathtaking.
He will show her.
“Go, V. I'll return these while you put it on.” He smiles, pointing his chin at the discarded pieces in his arms.
She nods reluctantly and goes in, turning to look at him once more before closing the door. Meeting her eyes, he finally lets go of the shield he always has up so he doesn't scare her. This time, he lets all his emotions show clearly on his face. All his desire, smoldering and deep. All the passion he feels for her. All the need.
Vik only blinks and closes the door, hasty and nervous. But it is no matter; Jayce will see his plan to the end, one way or another.
He is a man on a mission as he strides back to the lingerie racks and shoves the hangers back where they found them. The sales attendant yelps at his sudden appearance, but he pays her no heed. Instead, he gets the job done as fast as he can and practically runs back to his spot right in front of the door of Vik's changing room.
There, he tries to calm his breathing and shoves his hands into his pockets. It would do no good to barge in and make things worse, no matter how much he wants to.
And Gods, does he want to.
Jayce cannot get Vik's words out of his head. The vitriol in her tone. The self-hatred. The sadness in her eyes, as if she actually believed every awful word she said about herself.
He needs to convince her otherwise more than he needs air. Tell her that she is the prettiest girl he's ever laid his eyes on. The hottest one, too. That he can't stop thinking about her, night and day. That she haunts his dreams and lingers even when he's awake.
Propriety and gentleness be damned—Jayce will make sure she knows exactly what he feels.
“Jayce?”
He jumps at her voice, so soft and sweet in the mostly empty space around him. “Yes, V?”
*I, eh. I'm dressed. In the...you know.” She whispers, so low he barely catches it. He doesn't give it much thought. One moment, he's standing in front of the changing room and straining to hear her. The next, he's pushing the door open and closing it swiftly behind him.
When he turns, he is struck so dumb he can barely function.
Vik stands before him, eyes wide and unblinking. For a few seconds, her hands hang limply by her sides, and Jayce is able to take her in in all her glory.
The red lace hugs her lithe frame exquisitely. It's tight and cinched in the waist just right, showing it off in a way that makes him dizzy. He's almost entirely convinced he'd be able to wrap his hands around it completely, and the thought makes his hands shake.
His eyes flit over to Vik's chest next, and he lets out a heavy breath at the sight of her little tits filling the red fabric. He can see the outline of her nipples clearly through the material, and he takes a step back and leans on the door so he doesn't do something stupid. He briefly notices there's a big mirror on it, but pays it no mind.
That's when Vik moves, wrapping her arms around herself to hide as much of her body as she could. “Jayce—”
“Don't hide from me, please. You look—” Jayce shakes his head, exhaling roughly, “like a goddamn dream, V.”
Her eyes widen, but she looks away quickly. “You don't have to say that, Jayce. I'm too... bony for this. It looks funny. Certainly not, eh, sexy. Especially with my brace—”
Jayce approaches her before she's done speaking, making her jump. She loses her balance, as her cane leans against the wall and is out of her reach.
Jayce is there, though. He catches her around the waist and presses her to his body, keeping her upright. When she looks up at him, all doe-eyed and breathless, it takes everything in him not to fall on his knees in front of her.
“Are you accusing me of lying, V?”
Her eyelids flutter, and Jayce swears she looks at his lips for a brief moment. “I'm not—I didn't say that. I just meant—you're trying to be nice. I appreciate it, but—”
With a single smooth move, he steps forward and around Viktor, slotting himself right behind her. When he sits down on the sturdy wooden bench by the wall, he drags Vik with him until she's perched on his lap.
She gasps just as Jayce meets her eyes in the mirror.
“Let me show you what I see, Vik.”
Jayce places his hand over her stomach, pushing her to sit more comfortably on his legs. Her thighs fall open despite her attempts to keep them closed, and she whines as Jayce drags his palm over her knee and then further up. He ends right on the meat of her thigh, and he has to look away from the obscene image of his fingers on her milky skin.
He finds her eyes instead, and sees they are heavy-lidded and shiny. “Jayce, I—”
“Look at you, baby girl.”
Viktor's eyes roll back at the nickname, which Jayce files away in his head for later. For now, he just waits until she meets his gaze in the mirror again.
“I always knew you'd look magnificent in red.” He whispers in her ear and revels in the shiver that wrecks her body. “All this creamy skin...”
He lets his hands travel up wrap around her waist, keeping his touch grounding but light. “Look at how it clings to you here, V. Like it was made for you.”
“M’too skinny,” she whispers breathlessly, although her eyes are trained on Jayce's hands.
“You're perfect.” He assures her. “Even prettier than I imagined.”
“Jayce, what—”
“And these, Vik?” Jayce keeps going, fingers slowly dragging up the flimsy fabric until he's cupping her tits. He has to take a deep breath as he feels them fill his palms, two perfect handfuls for him to fondle and pinch. “They keep me up at night, V. And it's only going to get worse now that I've seen them squeezed so tightly, wrapped up in my favorite color.”
He expects Viktor to deny his words again. Refuse them, as if he wasn't baring his deepest desires to her. But she doesn't. Her eyes remain locked on his fingers, and her head lolls back against his shoulder as he massages her chest, rubbing the meat of his palms against her pert nipples.
“I dream of you so often, V. You have no idea,” he murmurs directly in her ear, burying his nose in the side of her neck right after. Her new perfume is sweet and spicy, a heady mix of vanilla and something citrusy that has been driving Jayce crazy for weeks now.
“Jayce—” it's almost a moan. Her tone is high-pitched, voice trembling, and Jayce's half-hard cock springs to full attention in mere seconds.
“Do you see how beautiful you look, honey?” He asks instead of answering her, spreading his legs just a bit more to alleviate the tightness in his slacks.
“I—you don't—” she meets his eyes, shy and teary, and it breaks his heart all over again. “I understand what you are doing. I appreciate it, Jayce. But you don't have to pretend you want...this.”
Jayce wants to scream in frustration. Tear his hair out and bang his head against the wall. Whatever it takes for her to finally take him seriously.
He decides to risk it all instead. “Do you feel this?” He asks, taking her hand and tugging it behind her back. As he presses her small palm to his bulge, he can barely suppress the groan that wants to tear out of his throat.
Viktor gasps. She's silent for way too long, eyes frantic as they meet his in the mirror. But she doesn't pull her hand away. Her fingers spread until she's gripping his cock fully, and Jayce has to count in his head to keep himself together.
“Do you see what you do to me, V?” He whispers, leaning forward to suck a light pink bruise into the side of her neck. “Do you still think I'm faking it?”
She lets out a breathy gasp, something between a whine and a huff, and Jayce feels her relax into his hold at last. “Jayce—” she mewls, turning her head to meet his eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, hair a messy chestnut halo around her head, and he's so in love with her it physically hurts.
“Surely you know by now, baby. How badly I want you.” He kisses her once, gently, deeply aware that it's the first time. He wants to devour her, kiss her hard until she's a puddle in his arms, but he chooses to use his words instead.
For now.
“My pretty Vik.” He presses his lips to hers again.
“My gorgeous girl.” Another.
“I'm crazy about you.” One more.
“You are my dream girl. And you look devastating, wrapped up in the pretty lace I chose for you.”
“Jayce—”
He grins against her mouth. “Yes, baby? Tell me.”
Her fingers twitch on his cock, and he can't help the slight thrust of his hips against the touch. He's so embarrassingly close.
“You never—you never said anything.” She whispers, eyes searching his face over and over.
“I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry. I wanted to wait. Give you space. I wasn't sure you'd want this—” he trails off, as a part of him still isn't convinced she does.
“I do.” She murmurs shyly, and it's all Jayce needs to surge forward and steal another kiss.
This one is open-mouthed and heated, sloppy and passionate. It feels like a dance they'd known forever and we're preparing for their whole life. Vik's taste is intoxicating, a combination of mint and the chocolate treat she'd eaten before they left the lab. Jayce reveled at the weight of her in his lap, so pliant and right as he explored her mouth.
“Jayce—I'm so—”
Her mewl is desperate and needy, and Jayce drags his palm down her front once more. This time, he doesn't stop until he's cupping her through the lace, grinning at the wet mess she's made of the sheer material.
“Oh, my baby's so wet for me. So ready.” He cooes, chuckling as she stops kissing him and gasps when he thumbs at her slit lightly through the lace.
“Such a pretty little clit,” he whispers, slowly rubbing the leaking tip resting against her stomach.
Vik lets her hand fall from his length and grips his forearm instead, locking him in place as he strokes her, his touch feather-light. Jayce presses her to his chest fully, grinding against her back as soon as he's able.
“Look at you, baby girl.” He whispers. When she still keeps her head on his shoulder, blissed out and thrusting into his hand, he squeezes her cock tight. “Eyes up, Viktor.”
She whimpers but obliges. The little gasp she lets out at the image of them in the mirror goes straight to Jayce's cock.
“Repeat after me if you want me to keep touching you, okay baby?” She nods eagerly, and Jayce gives her a languid stroke as a reward.
“I'm the prettiest girl in the world.”
Just as he expected, she frowns in distaste right away. His hand hovers over her as she swallows hard and squeezes her eyes shut. When she opens them and speaks, her voice is so quiet Jayce barely catches it. “I'm the—the p-prettiest girl in the world.”
Jayce hums and strokes her again, making her gasp and arch her back. “Again. Louder this time. I want to know you believe it.”
“Jayce, I can't—”
“Can't tell the truth? I thought you were a good girl, V. What's the matter?”
She huffs, and her eyes roll back as Jayce touches her again.
“I'm the prettiest girl in the world.” She repeats, and Jayce grins even though her voice still shakes.
“Yes, you are, baby.” He strokes her over and over, working her up until she's quivering in his arms.
“I look incredible in red lingerie.” Jayce goes on, pausing his strokes just as Vik starts to unravel.
Her voice is desperate as she repeats it, breathy and low. “I look incredible in red lingerie.”
Jayce presses a kiss to her temple and starts rubbing her through the lace again, hard and fast this time. He knows she's close now, and he keeps his eyes on her stunning reflection in the mirror, her face red and tear-stained and so painfully beautiful.
“Say you're being a good girl—just for me.”
“I'm—I'm being a good g-girl. Just for you, Jayce—”
He groans and speeds up his movements, lips pressed into the side of her head.
“Yeah, Vik. You're my good girl. My best, prettiest girl.”
A loud moan. A sudden jerk of her body on top of him. Two strokes, and then she's coming, shaking in his arms as she paints her stomach with sticky slick, soaking the lingerie so thoroughly Jayce feels it through the material.
Jayce keeps stroking her through it, repeating how pretty she is. How precious. How he's wanted her for so long. How he's going to ruin her.
All she replies with are mewls and whimpers, and Jayce swallows each one with kiss after kiss planted on her wet, slack lips. By the time Vik stops shaking and grabs his hand to still it, she's a soaked mess in his lap.
“Jayce—” she murmurs against his lips, and Jayce thinks he has never loved her more.
“You did so well, princess.” He assures her. The look in her eyes is one he's never seen before, open and bright and so full of devotion it robs him of his breath. She surprises him by leaning forward and giving him a kiss.
It's shy and soft, and it makes him feel even more feral. He wraps his arms tighter around her as they kiss, grinding himself against her back, his pace torturously slow.
“Can I—” she blushes even harder, if possible. “Can I help you too?”
She bats her eyelashes at him and moves her hips so he rubs against her lower back once again. Jayce curses but nods, breathing hard.
“Yeah, baby, you can.” Taking a shuddering breath, he meets her eyes. “Will you get on your knees for me, V?”
Her nod is so enthusiastic it almost makes him come on the spot. She's surprisingly agile as she slides down and sits on the floor between his legs. When she kneels and turns to face him, she looks like every wet dream he's ever had. Better.
“I won't be able to kneel for long, though.” Her tone is apologetic, eyes embarrassed as she says it.
Jayce huffs. “It won't take long, I promise you that.”
She smiles shyly, and he slides forward on the bench to make it easier for her to reach him. Her hands shake as she starts fiddling with his belt and zipper, biting her full bottom lip in concentration. Jayce grips the wood beneath his hands hard to allow her to pick any pace she wants.
He sees that Vik has the same analytical expression on her face that she gets when solving an equation. When she's stumped but up to the challenge, ready to devote her entire being to solving it. Jayce never thought she'd direct such a look at him, but he isn't complaining at all.
When she pulls his zipper down, she looks up at him through her long lashes. “Can you...?”
He nods and lifts his hips just enough so she can pull his pants down and expose his tented boxers. The way she licks her lips at the sight of his bulge makes him groan.
“Come on, baby girl. Take it out.”
Her fingers trail up his thighs, making goosebumps erupt all over his body. She reaches his boxers and gently palms his cock through the cotton. Her palm is small but scorching against his skin, and he pushes his length into it instinctively.
Using one of her hands to pull at the waistband of his boxers, she reaches inside and takes out his dick with the other one. They both moan at the same time, and Jayce curses at the hunger he sees on his partner's face. All of it for his cock.
“It's beautiful.” She murmurs, eyes half-lidded as gives it an experimental stroke.
Jayce squeezes his eyes shut and groans low in his throat. Her hand feels heavenly on him, so small she can barely wrap her fingers around his cock. He can't wait to fuck her until she can't walk for a week straight.
He watches as Vik leans closer. Her tongue sticks out of her mouth, pink and glistening as she rests the tip of his cock on it. She licks him slowly, moaning at the taste of his pre and getting bolder with each swipe of her tongue.
She leans back just enough to be able to speak. “I've never—done this. I want to make it good for you, but...”
Jayce smiles and threads his fingers through her hair, angling her head just so. “You're already perfect, baby. Don't be scared—just open your mouth for me.”
She obliges so eagerly Jayce has to take three deep breaths before he thrusts up into her mouth. “Relax your jaw, honey. Yeah—just like that.”
He pushes inside the wet heat, bullying his way past her teeth. It's her first time—and they're in a goddamn public changing room—so he doesn't go too far. Just enough to make her whimper. Only as far as necessary for stars to explode in front of his eyes.
He's a goner as soon as she looks up at him just like that, mouth stuffed full of his cock. “Fuck, V—”
He tries to gather himself before cradling her face with his other hand as well. “Just keep still for me, yeah? I'll be quick, I promise.”
She nods, eyelids fluttering closed, and it's all the permission he needs to start moving. He fucks her face slowly, reveling in the way she relaxes for him, giving herself over to him entirely. It makes him feel drunk with power and love—so much of it he doesn't know what to do with it.
“You're taking me so well, baby.” He pants, moving her head up and down at a frenzied pace. “My perfect girl—I'm so obsessed with you. So fucking obsessed, V.”
She whines around his dick, and it only spurs him on faster. He snaps his hips up with each push, and it takes less than a minute for him to unravel.
He looks up and into the mirror, admiring Vik's perky ass, barely covered by the red lace. The image of her on her knees in front of him, barely taking a third of his cock in her mouth, gives him the last push he needs to explode in her mouth.
Hastily, he pulls out just in time to come all over her chest, making an even bigger mess of the sheer material. She takes it like the good girl she is, opening her mouth to catch as many stray drops as she can. Jayce decides he will marry her right then and there—no matter how much time it takes.
“Mhm, you look so good like that, V.”
She blushes but smiles anyway, and Jayce can only bend down and tug her up, easily lifting her so she can rest in his lap once again. They kiss once, brief but deep, before he leans his forehead against hers.
“We're definitely buying this one.” He grins, pointing his chin at the sticky lace clinging to her skin. Viktor giggles, high-pitched and loud, before covering her mouth with her hand.
“I can't believe this is real.” She whispers, making Jayce smile.
“I know. And I did it backwards—I wanted to take you out first. Ease into it, kiss you on our, like, third date? But now—”
“You still can. Do all that.” She's shy, but her eyes are sparkling as she smiles at him. “And do more of this, too.”
“Mhm. I will, baby. I can't believe I finally can.”
“I had hoped—that you might like me. That I could make you see me this way one day. I never thought—” She trails off, shaking her head in awe.
He kisses her, swallowing her little moan. “I'll show you exactly how I see you, Vik. There won't be any more. misunderstandings. I promise.”
She looks at him with so much unbridled hope, all bright and stunning, even under the harsh lighting of the changing room. Jayce would do anything for her, he realizes. No matter how fantastical or impossible.
“Will you go out with me, V? On a date?”
Viktor blinks, cheeks dusted with pink. “A date?”
“Yes.”
“I would—I would love to,” she whispers. Jayce feels like he could fly in that moment, if only he jumped high enough.
As he helps Vik dress, he bunches up the sticky lace in his fingers. The cashier will have to see and touch it soon, but the thought doesn't make him nearly as upset as it probably should.
Instead, he feels proud. Let them all see Vik was his—and his alone.
His prettiest girl in the world.