Summary: You and Viktor seem to constantly be at each other's throats. Until you ask for the reason he hates you...
Warnings: SMUT. SHIELD YOUR EYES FOR THE TERRIBLE SMUT WRITINGS
You set down the coffee tray with a sigh. "Has he taken a break in the last five hours?" You asked Jayce. "We both know the answer is no, why are we pretending it'll be different?" Jayce asked making you sigh. "Viktor. I brought tea." "I'm fine." He replied. You rolled your eyes. "It's been almost six hours, take a break." "I am fine, leave me be please." "Viktor, just take a break man. You can go back at it once you finished your tea." Jayce suggested. The sounds of tinkering stopped and Viktor got up.
"Oh, of course, he listens to you." You muttered. Jayce shrugged and you sat at your desk. You were the assistant to both Jayce and Viktor. Your relationship to Jayce was a lot better than that of Viktor's. Since day one, Viktor seemed to not like you. You were simply there or in his way. You seemed to be that one thing in his way, that one thing that bothered him and you didn't know why. You assumed it had to do with the fact you told him you had an eidetic memory seeing as that's when the issues seemed to arise.
You worked silently, Viktor noticing your papers. "Are you doing homework?" Viktor asked. "Yes, now go away." You muttered, looking at the textbook. "I'm shocked you honestly do your work. " He muttered under his breath. You looked up and rolled your eyes before returning to your work.
Two more hours passed, Viktor and you being left alone. This was standard procedure for the group. You put a cup on Viktor's desk. "You're still studying." He realized. "Yes." You said flipping the page. He saw the worksheets underneath it. "Is the genius having problems?" He asked. "Yes. Now go away." You huffed. "Ah, and you were so lovely." Viktor said sarcastically. "Yes and you've been sunshine and freaking rainbows." You scoffed. "What was that?" He asked. "You've been a dick since I've met you, is that more clear?" You asked. Viktor was silently thankful Jayce was not there to see the childish bickering between the two of you.
Viktor turned around as if going to ignore you when you stood up. "Did I do something to piss you off? Because it's like day one you just fucking hated my existence and I don't know what I did! Is it my memory? Is it something I do, what is it!?" You asked. "Why do you care!?" "Because Viktor, you might not realize it but I look up to you!" You snapped. Viktor turned around staring at you. "... what?" He asked. "I watched you for the longest time Viktor. You worked so hard and you built your way to success and honestly it impressed me. I look up to you because you're inspiring to people who used to be stuck as the scientist's assistant. Had I known what an ass you were I might've chosen a different role model!" You sighed. You scoffed after a bit of silence. "You won't even look me in the eyes."
Viktor sighed. "I... act the way I do around you because I feel like I am someone who should not be looked up to. Heimerdinger did tell me that I inspired you and while most people are flattered, it scares me. Y/n, I am not perfect. I am a scientist born from disaster." He said. Your gaze softened. "I figured if I put up a front I'd spare you disappointment, I can't look you in the eyes because I know I will cause disappointment no matter what I do. Jayce gets the glory. He always does. I end up with the failures." He said. "I... didn't realize I put that pressure on you." You said. "I can't talk to you without sounding angry. I... it's not intentional I think I'm angry with myself for being so hard on you." He admitted. You stayed silent as Viktor shared his feelings. "When I see you I see me. I see someone who is willing to give up a future as a scientist just to help someone else succeed and it... it breaks me. You are so intelligent Y/n, you deserve more than a life of an assistant. You could change the world if you wanted to." He said. "Viktor, I wanted to be your assistant so you'd teach me to change the world." "Lesson one for starters is that you don't need help doing that, your mind can do that on it's own" he said. You chuckled slightly.
"Lesson two... never underestimate your abilities because you are someone who is very skilled." He said. "Is there a third one Teach?"you asked. Viktor smiled slightly. "Know that I am always going to be honest with you but I do it out of place of admiration." He said. You chuckled. "Almost sounds like..." you shook your head. "Nevermind." "What were you going to say?" He asked. "Nothing, it's just uh... It almost sounded like you were flirting for a second." You said. Viktor gave you a smirk but said nothing else as he left.
Over the course of three days, you were a nervous wreck around Viktor. You were constantly jumping anytime he spoke to you, anytime he was near you, you'd drop things. Jayce noticed it but said nothing, keeping to himself. It was another late night that ended up changing everything.
You worked silently, writing something down. "Y/n, are you leaving soon?" Viktor asked. "Did you want me to?" You asked. "No, simple question is all." He shrugged. You swallowed hard and he rose a brow. "Is something wrong?" He asked. "Uh what? No, nothing is wrong." You said. Viktor noticed your face turning red and he walked over after you went back to your work. You felt his hand on your forehead and you jumped back. "You're warm, Y/n are you alright?" He asked. Your heart pounded in your ears. "I'm fine." You said. "You're flushed, you're warm, are you sure you're not sick?" He asked. "I-I'm fine Viktor trust me." "Are you sure it's not a fever?" "it's not a fever Viktor, it's you!" You finally said.
Viktor blinked a few times. "Did I get you sick?" "Oh my god no! You! You in general, it's like three days ago you flipped some switch in my brain and I can't breathe around you! I keep dropping my things, I keep stuttering, I-I can't think!" "How is this my fault?" "BECAUSE YOU FLIRTED WITH ME!" You yelled. Viktor had a smirk crack onto his face. "You probably think I'm insane." You sighed into your hands as Viktor pulled a chair to him, sitting in front of you. "Well, insane might be a word." He said making you groan.
"Adorably idiotic is the other choice." He teased. You sighed. "Stop that." You halted. "Stop what?" "The flirting. Unless you're going to do something about it, I'm not mentally sound enough to handle shit like that." You said. He rose a brow. "Y/n, I never said I was never going to act on it." He said. You looked at him. "Y/n. I want to act on many thoughts when I see you. I have self control" he said. You looked at him surprised. "So you... do-" "Y/n, what more do you need? A parade float that says in giant bold letters that I'm attracted to you?" He asked. You stared at him in awe. "Seriously. For someone so smart, your logical thinking goes out the window once I flirt with you." Viktor teased. Your mind was now racing.
One thought was clear. "Y/n? Are you alright-" you kissed him, him cradling your face the instant he registered what was going on. You pulled away, looking into his golden eyes. Your face was red, a lot redder than before. "Y/n... I want you to know that I do... I love you." He said softly. Your lips parted. "I want... I want you to be with me, I just... I want to be near you all the time, even when I'm here in the lab and you're with Jayce I still want you. I-I want to see you- hear you, I want... I want so badly to feel you but I don't want to overstep or ruin anything." He said. You looked in his eyes.
"I love you too." You finally admitted. He looked at you, slightly bewildered to your words. He looked at you. "I want to be near you to Viktor. I want to see you, God knows I love to hear you, I'm not sure what feel quite means but I love being around you. And I..." you shook your head with a slight laugh. "As much of a teenage girl I sound, I could never imagine you telling me any of this." You said. He looked at you as he took your hands into his, rolling his chair forward so he was closer to you. You could feel his breath, your eyes wavering to his lips. "Can I show you what I mean when I tell you that I want to feel you?" He asked. "Yes"
His hands slid from yours, sliding to your face as he cradled you. His lips connected with yours, your eyes closing on instinct. It felt borderline electric as you slowly rose, him moving with you before you were backed against the wall. His lips moved to your neck, his hands tracing over your wrists and lifting both them over your head. Your head tilted back, your breathing becoming heavier before you left out a sweet sound that sounded like honey to his ears.
You moaned
He pulled back ever so slightly, your eyes opening slowly to look at him. It was like no words were needed to communicate, you two understood exactly what you wanted, which was each other. He kissed you again, cradling you close and moved the both of you to a desk before he assisted you in removing your shirt, a simplistic red bra hidden underneath your tank top. He chuckled ever so slightly. He kissed your collar bone, carefully sucking to leave marks, your breathing hitching every few seconds before he unclasped your bra.
He removed it, his fingers lightly grazing your skin as if he was touching something fragile. He kissed you, you unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off for you, before his kisses trailed down to your breasts once more. He took a nipple into his mouth your eyes closing and again, that sweet sound reached his ears. It was light and airy, almost sounding like music. Your hands ran through his hair, a light grunt from him as you did. He moved back to you, kissing your lips and his hand trailing back. He unbuttoned your pants, pulling away to give a questioning look. Your eyes were fueled with desire as you seemed to nod and pulled your waistband down and kicked off your pants. His fingers traced the waistband of your panties, his eyes watching yours before he slid his hand into them, rubbing light circles on your clit. He watched your expressions carefully as you let out moans, almost as if he was taking into account what you enjoyed him doing. He moved back, moving off of the desk and really examining you. Your panties were also red. He eyed them, looking at you slightly perplexed considering he was aware of your opinion to match things like that. "Is something wrong?" You asked. "No! No... it's just your... your underwear... they're red." He admitted. You chuckled. "I know, I put them on." You said, amused. "You don't like to match things." He also said, recalling a ridiculous conversation he had with you once over socks. Your smile grew. "I knew that red was your favorite color." You admitted. He eyed you, slightly surprised by your answer. ".... so you're saying" "I wore them for you." You said, point blank.
He pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, him unbuttoning his pants. You assisted in shoving them from his waist, it plopping onto the floor. He pulled off his boxers before you felt a small tinge of pain soon replaced with pleasure. He lowered himself, you hugging him and wrapping your legs around him so insertion would be easier. He thrusted, hearing light moans from you. Your voice was practically in his ear as he thrusted harder, you reaching for his hair. Then he heard it. "Oh-oh God Viktor" you breathed, your face now sweating from the intense body heat both of you were producing. Your breaths were like a beautiful echo in the back of his mind.
Viktor kept his pace as he pulled back his torso enough to kiss you. He continued, his left hand intertwined with yours as your right seemed to be gripping the edge of the desk. Pleasure flooded you, his kisses making each second better. You felt your walls hug him, Viktor releasing a moan before he and you came.
You panted looking at him. "I hope Jayce never finds out we... had sex in the lab." You said making Viktor chuckle as he began to get dressed. "You and me both, we just had sex on his desk." He said making you realize you two had moved. "Oh fuck- he's going to kill me if he ever finds out!" You said, Viktor handing you your shirt. "Well if we set everything back on it it'll be fine." Viktor shrugged. You looked at Viktor.
"...Viktor... what's the proper protocol for something like this?" You asked. Viktor looked at you, moving strands of hair out of your eyes. "We can pretend it never happened... or we can try our hand at a relationship. It's up to you." He said softly. You pulled him down to your level, kissing him softly. He smiled slightly as he pulled away. "I like the sound of the second option." You said. He smiled as you put your shirt back on. "What?" You asked. "I love you." He said. You smiled back at him. "I love you too"
Viktor and you picked everything up and tried to make it look somewhat decent outside of its usual chaos. Viktor waited patiently as you seemed to try to perfect the location of Jayce's pen cup "Y/n, I'd love to leave the lab in this century." He teased. You huffed, walking back to Viktor. "Where am I going anyway? Home? Your place? How do I go about this?" You asked. "I was thinking you'd come with me so we could just go to work in the morning together." He shrugged. "I get to see morning Viktor, this'll be fun!" You said. Viktor chuckled as you followed him.
The next morning you and Viktor walked into the lab, Jayce looking around. "Is everything okay?" You asked. "I can't find my notebook, it was on the desk last night." He said. You shot a look to Viktor. "Oh, here it is. It must've fallen." He realized as he kneeled to grab it. He rose brow. "...When did that scratch get there?" He asked, noticing a scuff on his desk. You gulped and Viktor moved past you. "Must've been from that one time we had a piece of metal go flying across the room." Viktor recalled. "Oh yeah! That makes sense." Jayce nodded. You sat at your desk, looking at Viktor who smiled at you.
You took off your jacket, putting it on the back of your chair when Jayce rose a brow. "Did a piranha attack you or something?" Jayce asked. "What do you mean?" You asked. "Your back is like... covered in hickeys dude." Jayce said, before he squinted. "And like... three bite marks." Your face flushed red and Viktor smirked to himself. "Uh..." "I mean, get it I guess but like... dang that's a lot." Jayce said. You sunk down into your chair.
"The one day I wear a tank top so I could help with wiring and this is what happens." You muttered making Viktor smile wider. "So... who is it? Is it that one girl in your class?" Jayce asked. "Uhhhhh well no." You said. "Oh! Is it the guy from the coffee shop?" "No." "Huh. Well that's the only two I'm aware of. Unless you hooked up with Viktor, which I feel like that's impossible." Jayce chuckled. You got up. "I'm getting coffee." You said. Viktor looked at your face which was red with embarrassment. "I really think it's the girl in her class. It's the most logical, they see each other everyday." Jayce said.
"Uh..." "Wait.... wait wait wait" Jayce looked at Viktor and then you. "Jayce, I think you've finally lost it." You laughed nervously. Jayce got closer sniffing you and gasped. "What now?!" You asked. "That is his cologne!" He said. "Why do you know what his cologne smells like?" You asked. Viktor turned around and Jayce pointed to his belt. "YES, THAT IS YOUR BELT!" Jayce said. "If that's Viktor's belt, and you smell like Viktor AND you two came into work together... then that means...." Jayce was piecing things together.
Viktor tinkered with a piece in silence. You came back in and that's when Jayce noticed it. "Wait a minute." He said. You looked over. "...Is that Viktor's belt?" He asked. Viktor froze. You two were both the same waist size. Did you get the belts mixed up this morning? Viktor looked down. Shit.
"Viktor please handle him." You said. "Me and Y/n are together, we got our belts mixed up this morning, in my defense I'm small." Viktor finally said. "AHA! SO YOU DID FUCK!" Jayce said. "Yes we did." Viktor said, handing you your jacket. He nodded for you to go out the door and you walked. "Ha. Knew it." "On your desk." Viktor added as the two of you left.
Request: Viktor x reader where bratty reader is only wearing a lab coat with nothing underneath and flashes Viktor so he knows but Jayce is still there for the day and is none the wiser.
I had so much fun writing this! Thanks so much for this absolutely banging request!
Warnings: general spicy content, begging, one use of 'good boy,' safe sex, public teasing.
Desperation | Viktor x Fem!Reader | 3.3k | NSFW
What a strange thing desperation is. The way it fuzzes your mind and logic over with emotion - blurs all your common sense into frenzied colors. Vivid splotches of paint on a canvas of desire. The churning river of turmoil that teeters at the edge of spilling over until it consumes you and youâve nothing left but a single feeling - want. Need.
Youâve never considered yourself desperate before. Youâre stubborn. Persistent. You get what you want, never needing to resort to begging, or pleading. Thatâs what you thought, at least. Before. Before Viktor made a breakthrough at the lab, and itâd begun to eat away at your interactions. Before your nights with him turned to gentle, stinging dismissals.
At first, itâd been him gingerly untwining his hand from yours, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he murmured something about his work. Lightly brushing you off. Then his nights of research had crawled later and later, until most nights, he didnât even come home.
Heâd show the next morning for a brief, fleeting moment - a quick shower, a change of clothes, eyes bright as he breathlessly tried to explain the progress heâd made in the lab the night before. A quick peck or two on the lips, and then heâd be gone just as fast as heâd come.
Your internal debate tortures you. You want him to thrive - you can see how much he loves his work, how much it makes him happy, and youâd never want to take that away. Is it too much to ask, though, that you share in that happiness? Is a day with you every now and again too much for him to give? Surely he could spare even a couple of hours to love you.
Youâre only what can truly be called desperate. He fills your thoughts every moment, threatens to spill you over the edge. Itâs unnerving, when youâre so used to being in command of your emotions. All you can think of is being in control again.
But how?
The idea strikes you one late night as youâre doing laundry, folding one of the lab coats Viktor had given you for the days you spent in there. Youâve gone in a few times lately, but he and Jayce have been too preoccupied to pay you much attention.
Youâre just in the middle of chucking the coat across the room when the thought hits you, a spark to light a fire.
It has you running across the room to pick it up again, shedding your clothes without a second thought to wrap it around you. The mirror is cruel to you, but your eyes have always been more critical of yourself than Viktorâs. Everything that he sees of you, he loves, and itâs that thought that gives you the bravery to pull your idea off.
Itâs the next morning that you hear him come in through the front door, holding your face in his hands as he pulls you in for a quick kiss.
âGood morning, mĆŻj milĂĄÄek,â he says, letting you go and making his way over to the closet. âDid you sleep well?â
Your heart flutters at the term of endearment, but you can tell from the rushed way heâs shrugging off his clothes that heâs not going to stay long. The sight of his skin has your cheeks warm, your veins burning with an aching need. Itâs with great effort that you donât watch him undress, focusing your attention on the bed instead.
âI slept fine,â you said. âDid you sleep at all?â
âA little.â
âAre you going back to the lab?â
âYes,â he says, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you, kissing your neck. âWe are so close to another breakthrough. I can feel it.â
His touch is gone far too early as he picks up his cane, running his hand through his hair.
âDo I look alright?â
He looks flustered and unkempt, but his eyes are shining, pure gold in the light. âYou look handsome,â you say, then, after a moment, you add: âCan I come to the lab later?â
âOf course. Weâre happy to have you there,â he says, pulling in for one final kiss. âCome in whenever youâd like.â
âDo you think youâll be back tonight?â you ask, and his smile falters a bit.
âPerhaps. The work has been, eh - complicated, lately.â He steps away, grabbing some papers from his desk. âIâll do my best.â
You can tell what he really means is no. Itâs what sets your jaw, determination and desperation mixing to solidify your plan.
Itâs just a few hours later that you find yourself walking down the hall to the lab, heart beating in your chest. If you werenât so desperate, this idea would be absolutely insane. It still is, in a way - itâs just that you donât really care if itâs insane or not anymore. You want Viktorâs hands on you.
The lab coat is snug around you, tied tight so that it wonât come undone - not if you donât want it to, that is.
When you enter, Jayce gives you a grin, waving at you before he goes back to his work. Viktor comes over to give you a quick kiss, explaining what theyâre working on. For a moment, it has you reconsidering this whole thing. It only lasts for all of two minutes, though. Then he goes back to his work, buried in his notes as you sit down.
For a while, itâs quiet. You grab one of his notebooks and read through it, barely understanding most of it between his scribbled handwriting and the advanced set of mathematics heâs been working through. Heâs always so passionate.
Every once in a while, he looks over at you and gives you a smile. Jayce, meanwhile, ends up on the other side of the lab, absorbed completely in his work - which gives you the perfect opportunity to do exactly what you came here to do.
Positioning yourself in a way where Jayce wouldnât be able to see even if he turned around, you carefully pull some of the cloth of the coat up your thigh, leaving the bare skin exposed to the open air. If Viktor is looking closely, he might be able to a bit of⊠other areas. Lower.
Three minutes. Thatâs how long it takes for him to notice.
You count every second, planting your focus on the notebook, waiting. Sixty seconds - nothing. Two minutes, and heâs still lost in his work. Itâs at a hundred and eighty-five seconds that you swear you can feel his gaze on you, and you look up.
The expression on his face is what can only be called flustered - pupils dilated, cheeks flushed. Itâs the kind of look that would have you jumping him at home, but you just raise an eyebrow, crossing your legs and going back to your notebook.
He tries to work after that - you can see it, in the brief moments where you look over at him, trying to force the wheels in his brain to cooperate, but itâs clear just how affected he is.
He takes to twirling his fingers in his hair, drumming his other hand against his skull like thatâll knock some sense into him. You keep the coat where it is, though, and every time he turns back to look, he seems more and more rattled by it - as if heâs wondering if heâs imagining it.
It takes all your strength to stay where you are, seeing the slow agony you bring Viktor. Every inch of you is screaming at you to touch him - screw Jayce, he can leave, canât he? Or you and Viktor can go home and end this torture. You two deserve this.
Then you remember all the nights you spent alone, wishing your hand was Viktorâs, and your resolve is strengthened. The minutes tick by in silence, suffocating against your need. Viktorâs eyes seem to stop leaving your body from where heâs sitting, his hands balling into fists.
If Viktor is being obvious, Jayce is none the wiser - completely enamored by his work, making soft comments to himself when his theories succeed or fail. For the most part, heâs silent, though, leaving you to squirm as Viktorâs gaze on you gets more and more heated.
Youâre just about to get up to go to the bathroom, intending to give Viktor a pointed look to follow you, when Jayce gets to the idea before you, getting up from his seat and leaving. The door clicks shut after he leaves, and the air becomes thick.
Viktor is out of his seat almost immediately, kissing at your neck, grumbling indecipherably, as his hands land on your waist.
âAre you trying to torture me?â he asks. As gently as you can, you push out of his arms, keeping your head high as you move across the room.
Itâs autumn. The temperatures have been brutally bitter as the seasons shift, and the air is brisk. Even in the lab you have goosebumps,- the only heat in here is the one you created, the one lying between your thighs. You choose to ignore this series of facts as you come to a halt, back turned to Viktor.
âHot in here, isnât it?â you ask, slowly untying the belt thatâs keeping the coat in place.
âHot?â Viktor asks, disbelief consuming his voice. âIt hasnât been hot since-â
And then, as you turn to face him, swinging the coat down to your shoulders, he stops mid-sentence. Every single thought in his mind seems to freeze as he turns to stone, clutching his desk for support.
âHasnât been hot for months,â he finishes slowly, his voice distant as he stares at you. Thereâs a moment as you cover yourself with the lab coat again, tying the belt, that he just stares at you. Then you take a seat, and he still doesnât possess the ability to move. He just stands at his desk, completely frozen by what youâve just done.
Beyond the sympathy you have for him, thereâs a smugness - youâve truly broken him, and you havenât even touched him. What can you do, when the two of you are alone, and you have him all to yourself? When your hands can roam his body, feel the softness of his skin, scrape your nails against his scalp? Leaving marks to show that heâs yours, blooming purple against porcelain skin? Now itâs your turn to tighten your hands against the desk, your gaze fixed on Viktor.
Heâs still standing, staring at the space youâd been standing when Jayce gets back. For a moment, he observes Viktor, then turns to look at you. You give a light shrug, going back to the notebook as if you havenât a clue why Viktor is acting like that.
âYou okay, Vik?â Jayce asks, placing a hand on Viktorâs shoulder.
âFine,â Viktor replies breathlessly, robotically taking a seat. âLost in thought.â
Jayce hesitates for a moment. âI donât know - you donât look good.â
You take the opportunity to rise from your seat and approach, putting your hand against Viktorâs forehead. âYouâre feverish,â you say softly. âFlushed and clammy.â
âIâm fine,â Viktor says, batting your hand away and pulling out his notes.
âAre you sure?â Jayce asks, his brows creasing. âYou look⊠pretty bad. I mean - youâve been pushing yourself lately, you know? Maybe you should go home and get some rest.â
âJayce is right. We should get you home, Vik,â you agree.
Sighing, Viktor sets down his notes and stands, and you know youâve won. âIâll be back tomorrow,â he tells Jayce. âIâm sure Iâll feel better.â
âNo rush,â Jayce tells him. âTake care of yourself.â
Viktor grumbles the entire time home.
âThat - was not fair,â he says, his hand finding your lower back as the two of you get to the porch.
âWhen I played fair, you wouldnât look at me,â you say. Your hands are shaking as they fumble with the keys, so desperate for him you can barely concentrate. When the door finally unlocks, you swing it open and enter. âDesperate times call for desperate measures, right?â
Viktor sighs, resting his head in the crook between your shoulder and your neck for a moment before you push forward. âFor that, Iâm very sorry,â he says softly, trailing behind you as the two of you enter the bedroom. âI did not mean to neglect you, but I know I have. You deserve more.â
âI missed you,â you say, turning to face him. âDid you miss me?â
âYes,â he breathes, pulling you in for a kiss. His lips are so soft against yours, so warm, and wanting - it takes all your strength to pull away.
âDid I give you permission to touch me?â
The words have left your mouth before you even realize what youâve said, and Viktorâs eyes widen.
This one sentence represents an entire map of uncharted waters between the two of you, and the tension sits thick in the air as he stares at you, taking a seat on the bed. Those golden eyes do not leave your face even for a second. Youâre just about to kiss him again, apologize for pushing him too far, when he swallows hard and says,
âNo. You did not.â
The hair on the back of your neck stands up, thrill rushing through you as you slowly approach him, running your hand up his thigh and kissing his cheek. âGood boy,â you murmur. One of your hands has found its way into his hair, lightly tugging. The other has placed itself on the strain in his slacks, watching the way that he shudders under your hand, his lips parted.
âYou really want me?â you ask, your body seeming to ignite with the way heâs looking at you - like heâs never wanted anything more, like he can barely contain himself. His hands are shaking, too.
âYes,â he says, his voice unsteady. âYes, I want you.â
âShow me. Beg.â
His pupils are blown black, his breathing unsteady as you put a finger under his chin, ever so slightly tilting his gaze up to meet your eyes.
âPlease,â he says softly. âPlease, I - I want you more than I can possibly express. Iâll do anything to touch you.â
Thatâs the final straw in breaking your resolve, straddling him on the bed to kiss him, his hands finding their way to your hair.
âFuck me,â you groan, rolling your hips against the hardness under you. âPlease.â
Tightening his grip in your hair, he tilts your head back, kissing up your neck. His breath is hot against your throat and you let out a whimper, running your hands over every inch of him that you can get access to.
âI thought I was the one begging,â he says. âDo you have any idea what youâve done to me? Give me a reason I shouldnât tease you the way youâve done so mercilessly today.â His voice is low against your ear as he nuzzles the sweet spot near your hairline in a way that makes you shiver.
âYou want me to beg?â you ask. âYou want me to tell you how fucking much Iâve wanted you? How Iâve ached for you every night, touching myself and wishing it was you, Viktor? Youâre everything I ever wanted, and I couldnât have you.â
âFuck,â Viktor breathes, untying the lab coat. The way he pulls it off you is agonizingly slow, kissing the skin as it slowly appears under the fabric before he throws the coat to the other side of the room. âIâll never forgive myself for neglecting you - never again.â
And then his thumb is on your clit, rubbing devastating circles that make you keen into his hand and gasp his name, your hand tightening on his shirt.
âTake this off,â you practically beg again, burying your face into his neck. âI want you so bad.â
But when his hand leaves you to obey your request, you give a whine and bat his hand away from the buttons, doing it yourself as he goes back to what he was doing.
Once his shirt is off, youâre uncontained - planting kisses, lightly biting, sucking to hear his breath hitch. You donât care whether or not you leave a mark - you want to. Want the whole world to know that heâs yours, and youâre his. You donât care who sees. You donât think. You just want.
When he inserts a finger into you and finds no resistance whatsoever, he increases it to two. âYouâre - so wet,â he says softly, resting his forehead against yours. âIâve been a fool.â Then gives you a soft kiss, his tongue molding to yours as you roll your hips into his hand.
âYouâre amazing,â you pant, nails digging into his back. âI missed this so much.â
With his free hand, Viktor cradles your cheek. âNever again,â he repeats, the words softly echoing around the room before he presses his lips to yours. You take the opportunity to unbutton his slacks, letting out a soft whimper when you see the state heâs in.
His cock is fully hard and dripping precum, and for a good minute, you consider leaving his lap to put it in your mouth, to hear the way that heâd moan when youâd tongue against the head, the warm wetness of his mouth working him to his climax.
But, as if heâs read your thoughts, he just shakes his head and sets a hand on your hips. âAnother time, maybe,â he says softly. âFor now, I canât wait another minute to be inside you.â
You donât need to be told twice. Leaning over to grab a condom from the bedside drawer, you roll it onto him, giving him a kiss as you settle yourself on top of him. Slow at first, then taking him in fully.
The way he stretches you is perfect - it has you moaning into his mouth, grasping onto his hair and his back for purchase, rolling your hips over and over as he moans and pants underneath you, soft Czech slipping into the spaces between the murmurs of your name and the hissed swears that leave his lips.
His hand returns to you, following the rhythm youâre setting, and it makes heat pool in your stomach up through your core. Youâre already close, but can you be blamed after all this wanting him?
Your eyes fall closed at the sensation of him inside you, of him touching you, and your muscles slowly begin to tense up. Itâs not long before it gets more intense and you begin to fall apart. Viktor groans underneath you, his hand lacing with yours as you push through to your climax, and the world goes fuzzy, blinding you as your ears ring.
For the sounds that Viktor makes when you clench around him, itâs impressive how his thumb barely falters against your clit - only stopping when he cums not long after you, hungrily kissing you as he thrusts up into you. Then he comes to a stop, chest heaving as he holds your waist.
âGod,â you pant, resting your head against his shoulder. âThat wasâŠâ
âAmazing?â he asks, laughing a little. âI canât help but agree. Iâve been missing out.â
You canât help but hiss as he removes himself from you, his lips finding yours once more. Then, worn out, you collapse onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.
You think heâs going to lay next to you for a moment, but he just brushes the damp strands of hair out of your face before kissing your forehead. Then heâs on his feet, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it, and returning to gently clean you with.
âIâm afraid sex hasnât been the only way Iâve neglected you,â he says, tossing the washcloth over to the side. âI intend to spend the next few days making that up to you, if itâs alright?â
âWhat about Jayce?â you ask. âAnd the lab?â
âJayce and the lab can wait. I want you,â he says. Youâve been waiting to hear those words for months.
Summary: You seek out the only man who can help you. Except heâs more machine than man.
Word count: 1.2k
Chapter: 1/?
Urban legends could be heard everywhere. From the pearly gates of Piltover to the streets of Zaun, there were tales of monsters that roamed the land. Some were based on nonsense, while others held some truth to them. But those who discovered the truth were often met with a tragic end.
Standing in front of the giant metal door, you couldnât help but shudder at the mere appearance of the house. If you could even call it a âhouseâ, from the stories youâve heard there wasnât much living happening here. Mainly limbs and body parts being replaced with metal enhancements, whether they liked it or not.
He wouldnât kill me for asking for help. You tried to reason with yourself, but your hands stayed glued to your sides. The door creaked mockingly in the wind, watching as she wrapped her arms around her in an attempt to keep warm.
âAre you planning on knocking or shall I leave you to freeze?â A thick russian accent blares through a small speaker beside the door. Right next to a small door bell that you failed to notice initially.
âAm I safer out here?â Your question has a small chuckle coming from the disembodied voice, successfully calming your nerves slightly.
âIf you enjoy hypothermia.â He most likely had a camera watching you, because despite your lack of a verbal response, shaking your head was enough to have him unlock the door. Pushing the heavy piece of metal open, you slip inside. It pulls itself closed, gear on the back of it clamping shut, blocking others from entering and you from leaving.
The warmth that greets you is heavenly, your shivering stops after only a few moments in the shop. Shop was an understatement, huge pipes run through the building along the floors and ceiling. Industrial ovens sit along the back wall, molten hot metal sitting in a few. There were prosthetic arms and legs hanging from the roof, some in perfect condition, others incomplete.
Footsteps draw your eyes away from the contraptions around you, and towards a hulking man walking from the back of the room. Whether there was a man buried under all the machines, you couldnât tell. But the orange glow of his eyes made you assume there wasnât much man left, if any.
âGreetings, young one.â His accent was just as thick, a slight robotic hum embedded into it. âWhat brings you to my laboratory?â
âI-â You clear your throat, choosing to not embarrass yourself any longer. âI was hoping to meet the person who lived here, I need some help.â
âI see, well you have succeeded in your mission. I am Viktor, the owner of this laboratory. You are?â You quickly tell him your name.
âPleased to make your acquaintance.â He responds before sitting down in front of a large wooden work bench, he pulls out a seat next to him. âPlease, take a seat.â
Silently thanking him, you sit next to him turning to face each other. âCan you pass me the purple tool beside you?â Turning to the small tray next to you, there are neatly placed screwdrivers, wrenches, hammers, and scissors, each with a different colored tape wrapping around the handles.
It seems odd to color code tools that he uses often, but you donât think too much of it. Placing the purple screwdriver into his much larger metal hand. He thanks you and places his opposite arm onto the table, unscrewing a small plate on the inside of his forearm.
âYou said you needed help, how can I be of service?â The plate is lifted off to reveal very organic looking muscles and tendons. Your staring makes him pause, âWould you like a closer look?â
âNo!â Shaking your head, âNo, thank you. I actually came here for advice.â He nods but you have a feeling heâs smiling at your panic under his mask. He reaches over to take a small pair of scissors from the tray next to you.
âAdvice? On what exactly?â He doesnât look up from his arm.
âI was hoping you could help me with- what are you doing!â Your exclamation makes him stop, scissors moments away from cutting one of the tendons within his arm.
âIâm simply replacing a faulty tendon with my arm.â He stated it so confidently that you nearly believed it to be completely normal.
âYouâre cutting out a piece of your arm!â
Shaking his head, he tries to put your worries to rest. âPain does not affect me, like it would you. I can barely feel it.â
âBarely? That still means you can feel it a bit.â He tilts his head a bit, while you canât see his face, his subtle movements give a lot away .
âI do.â Is all he offers in response, but he still stays frozen.
âThen why would you do this to yourself?â Placing the scissors down , he turns to face you, arm still laying on the workbench.
âHumanity constantly restricts themselves with certain morals or ethics. Why stop at âgood enoughâ when you can strive for greatness.â Itâs more of a statement rather than a question, his hand goes back to the scissors. âYou may turn away if it bothers you.â
Straightening your back, you stand your ground. He chuckles at your minor act of defiance, bringing the scissors back to the offending tendon and snipping it away. You flinch at the sound of cutting, but try not to avert your eyes.
âPlease, continue.â He keeps working on his arm, but you can tell his attention was mainly on you.
âOh yeah, I was hoping you could help me with my friend.â He hums in acknowledgement, screwing the plate back onto his arm.
âWhat is the matter with your friend?â
âSheâsâŠunhappy.â
He flexes his fixed arm, but tilts his head in confusion. âCould you elaborate?â
âShe lost her leg in a work accident a few months ago,â pausing to search for the right words, âand itâs been impossible for her to afford any proper equipment.â
âA noble cause,â the lights for his eyes dim, as if he closed them, âDo they wish for a prosthetic?â He gestures towards the metal limbs hanging behind you.
You gawk at him, âYouâd give me one? How much?â
He shakes his head, âMy creations are made to better humanity, it would be criminal to ask for payment.â
âYou canât be serious. Youâd really give something so expensive away to someone you donât even know?â
He nods, âIt would be an honor to be of service. No payment is necessary.â Watching him stand up, he studies a few of the prosthetic legs.
âWhich of these do you think she would prefer?â There are an array of choices, different shades of the different metals used. But you point to a grayish silver model, knowing she wouldnât want anything flashy.
âVery well.â He pulls the leg off of its hook, âI can make any adjustments necessary, but please bring me her measurements.â
You grab his free hand and shake it, âThank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to us.â
The giant metal man stands there awkwardly, hand limp in your grasp. Noticing his uneasiness you release him. âCan I come back tomorrow morning with all the info you need?â
His hand stays raised slightly, as if he hasnât noticed youâre no longer holding it. âY-yes. That would be perfect.â
Beaming up at the man, you walk over to the front door. âIâll see you tomorrow then! And thank you so much for this, I have no idea how Iâll ever repay you.â
âNo praise is necessary, I havenât even shown you the final piece.â
âIf itâs made by you, I know itâll be great.â And with that you pull the heavy door, waving goodbye as you shut it behind you. Leaving the scientist wondering if he were more man than machine.
Really drunk Viktor demanding cuddles after a Valentines party đ„ș The academy paid for everyone's drinks for the night as a thank you for all their hard work and Viktor, annoyed at Jayce for whatever reason, drunk himself silly. You usually wouldn't mind having to drag him home since he weights four pounds soaking wet but now he's really whiney and won't let go
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âAnd then I said- hmph, I said to him- Viktor,â a splatter of your drink was now sinking into the carpet of the hallway, where you had been engrossed in gossip with a few scientists from the physics department when the engineer wrapped an arm around you, leaning almost his entire weight on you.
âJayce called me aloof,â he scoffed, hiding his face in your neck, âCan you believe that?â
A smile grew on your face after the initial shock wore off. Viktor had never been so touchy with you before. Now he was practically pinning you to the wall with his weight, arms slipping down to your waist to hold you where you stood.
The colleagues youâd been talking to took the hint and began their own conversation to the side.
âHow much have you had to drink?â
Viktor blinked down at you. âMe? We are talking about the giant mean drunk who is calling me names. We must do something about this menace before he makes someone cry.â
âThat someone being you?â You teased, pushing your face closer to his in a whisper.
Viktor hiccupped, his gaze turning as he heard someone coming down the hallway, âOh no,â he said, seeing Jayce, âProtect me, (Y/n),â he mumbled as he darted behind your back, pretending to hide. You laughed, and it caught Jayceâs attention, who rolled his eyes when he saw the state Viktor was in.
âIs he bothering you?â Jayce crossed his arms.
âShe is saving me,â Viktor retorted, arms firmly wrapped around your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder.
âCome on, Vik. (Y/n) doesnât want to have to look after a messy drunk all night.â
âDid you really call him aloof, Jayce?â You interjected, and Jayce started looking mighty guilty.
âHe was complaining about not getting any Valentineâs cards at work today. I just said it might be because he comes off as aloof sometimes.â
âSee,â Viktor pointed, âYou are a horrible man Jayce Talis.â But there was a laugh in his voice, despite his dry delivery. Even though they were joking, you felt a pang in your chest.
âWait,â you turned your head to Viktor, who was blinking languidly, his face relaxed and blushy from the alcohol. You could smell the bourbon on him. âYou didnât get my card?â
Viktorâs breath hitched. âYou- You got me a Valentineâs Day card?â
âI left it on your desk this morning,â you said, feeling a little embarrassed. Youâd been waiting all day for him to say something about it, and when he didnât youâd just assumed youâd been rejected in the politest way possible.
No hard feelings â you knew it had been a long shot.
But now Viktor was floundering, his hands tugging at you. âI didnât! I did not see anything. I have a lot of paperwork on my desk, it is a- hic- a mess currently. My sweet (Y/n), I am so sorry,â he let his head fall against your shoulder, âWhat did it say?â
You spun around, forcing him to straighten. He kept himself up with a tense grip on your forearms.
âIf I tell you now youâll just forget,â You smiled, âYouâve had too much to drink. We should get you home. Jayce?â
Jayce held his hands up. âHeâs all yours.â
He left the two of you in the hallway, Viktor clinging onto you. âYou know, I wrote you a card, too. But⊠I was too afraid you would, uh, reject me.â
âViktor,â you cooed, allowing him to duck into your arms fully, a tight hug that lasted far too long.
There would be a lot to discuss in the morning, if he didnât wake up with too painful a hangover.
Summary: You seek out the only man who can help you. Except heâs more machine than man.
Word count: 1.2k
Chapter: 1/?
Urban legends could be heard everywhere. From the pearly gates of Piltover to the streets of Zaun, there were tales of monsters that roamed the land. Some were based on nonsense, while others held some truth to them. But those who discovered the truth were often met with a tragic end.
Standing in front of the giant metal door, you couldnât help but shudder at the mere appearance of the house. If you could even call it a âhouseâ, from the stories youâve heard there wasnât much living happening here. Mainly limbs and body parts being replaced with metal enhancements, whether they liked it or not.
He wouldnât kill me for asking for help. You tried to reason with yourself, but your hands stayed glued to your sides. The door creaked mockingly in the wind, watching as she wrapped her arms around her in an attempt to keep warm.
âAre you planning on knocking or shall I leave you to freeze?â A thick russian accent blares through a small speaker beside the door. Right next to a small door bell that you failed to notice initially.
âAm I safer out here?â Your question has a small chuckle coming from the disembodied voice, successfully calming your nerves slightly.
âIf you enjoy hypothermia.â He most likely had a camera watching you, because despite your lack of a verbal response, shaking your head was enough to have him unlock the door. Pushing the heavy piece of metal open, you slip inside. It pulls itself closed, gear on the back of it clamping shut, blocking others from entering and you from leaving.
The warmth that greets you is heavenly, your shivering stops after only a few moments in the shop. Shop was an understatement, huge pipes run through the building along the floors and ceiling. Industrial ovens sit along the back wall, molten hot metal sitting in a few. There were prosthetic arms and legs hanging from the roof, some in perfect condition, others incomplete.
Footsteps draw your eyes away from the contraptions around you, and towards a hulking man walking from the back of the room. Whether there was a man buried under all the machines, you couldnât tell. But the orange glow of his eyes made you assume there wasnât much man left, if any.
âGreetings, young one.â His accent was just as thick, a slight robotic hum embedded into it. âWhat brings you to my laboratory?â
âI-â You clear your throat, choosing to not embarrass yourself any longer. âI was hoping to meet the person who lived here, I need some help.â
âI see, well you have succeeded in your mission. I am Viktor, the owner of this laboratory. You are?â You quickly tell him your name.
âPleased to make your acquaintance.â He responds before sitting down in front of a large wooden work bench, he pulls out a seat next to him. âPlease, take a seat.â
Silently thanking him, you sit next to him turning to face each other. âCan you pass me the purple tool beside you?â Turning to the small tray next to you, there are neatly placed screwdrivers, wrenches, hammers, and scissors, each with a different colored tape wrapping around the handles.
It seems odd to color code tools that he uses often, but you donât think too much of it. Placing the purple screwdriver into his much larger metal hand. He thanks you and places his opposite arm onto the table, unscrewing a small plate on the inside of his forearm.
âYou said you needed help, how can I be of service?â The plate is lifted off to reveal very organic looking muscles and tendons. Your staring makes him pause, âWould you like a closer look?â
âNo!â Shaking your head, âNo, thank you. I actually came here for advice.â He nods but you have a feeling heâs smiling at your panic under his mask. He reaches over to take a small pair of scissors from the tray next to you.
âAdvice? On what exactly?â He doesnât look up from his arm.
âI was hoping you could help me with- what are you doing!â Your exclamation makes him stop, scissors moments away from cutting one of the tendons within his arm.
âIâm simply replacing a faulty tendon with my arm.â He stated it so confidently that you nearly believed it to be completely normal.
âYouâre cutting out a piece of your arm!â
Shaking his head, he tries to put your worries to rest. âPain does not affect me, like it would you. I can barely feel it.â
âBarely? That still means you can feel it a bit.â He tilts his head a bit, while you canât see his face, his subtle movements give a lot away .
âI do.â Is all he offers in response, but he still stays frozen.
âThen why would you do this to yourself?â Placing the scissors down , he turns to face you, arm still laying on the workbench.
âHumanity constantly restricts themselves with certain morals or ethics. Why stop at âgood enoughâ when you can strive for greatness.â Itâs more of a statement rather than a question, his hand goes back to the scissors. âYou may turn away if it bothers you.â
Straightening your back, you stand your ground. He chuckles at your minor act of defiance, bringing the scissors back to the offending tendon and snipping it away. You flinch at the sound of cutting, but try not to avert your eyes.
âPlease, continue.â He keeps working on his arm, but you can tell his attention was mainly on you.
âOh yeah, I was hoping you could help me with my friend.â He hums in acknowledgement, screwing the plate back onto his arm.
âWhat is the matter with your friend?â
âSheâsâŠunhappy.â
He flexes his fixed arm, but tilts his head in confusion. âCould you elaborate?â
âShe lost her leg in a work accident a few months ago,â pausing to search for the right words, âand itâs been impossible for her to afford any proper equipment.â
âA noble cause,â the lights for his eyes dim, as if he closed them, âDo they wish for a prosthetic?â He gestures towards the metal limbs hanging behind you.
You gawk at him, âYouâd give me one? How much?â
He shakes his head, âMy creations are made to better humanity, it would be criminal to ask for payment.â
âYou canât be serious. Youâd really give something so expensive away to someone you donât even know?â
He nods, âIt would be an honor to be of service. No payment is necessary.â Watching him stand up, he studies a few of the prosthetic legs.
âWhich of these do you think she would prefer?â There are an array of choices, different shades of the different metals used. But you point to a grayish silver model, knowing she wouldnât want anything flashy.
âVery well.â He pulls the leg off of its hook, âI can make any adjustments necessary, but please bring me her measurements.â
You grab his free hand and shake it, âThank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to us.â
The giant metal man stands there awkwardly, hand limp in your grasp. Noticing his uneasiness you release him. âCan I come back tomorrow morning with all the info you need?â
His hand stays raised slightly, as if he hasnât noticed youâre no longer holding it. âY-yes. That would be perfect.â
Beaming up at the man, you walk over to the front door. âIâll see you tomorrow then! And thank you so much for this, I have no idea how Iâll ever repay you.â
âNo praise is necessary, I havenât even shown you the final piece.â
âIf itâs made by you, I know itâll be great.â And with that you pull the heavy door, waving goodbye as you shut it behind you. Leaving the scientist wondering if he were more man than machine.
Viktor doesnât realise heâs in love with you until his feelings slam into him all at once.
A/n: wanted to help spread the demisexual vik agenda with a lil something :P @arcanescribbles thanks for helping me with the cause đ€đÂ
The sunset was something Viktor viewed with no hint of curiosity from his window far above in the academyâs main building. His lab became swathed in golden light for a couple minutes every day, then plunged once more into artificial light; a fact he barely noticed, especially if he was engrossed in a project.
When you came into his life, becoming a constant presence in the lab with your new desk and shiny shoes, he barely blinked. You were polite and smiled a lot, something he attributed to your new job, since he had been absorbed by the same giddy feeling when he had been Heimerdingerâs fresh new assistant.
He wondered vaguely about how long it would take for you to lose that shine, to become acclimated to the reality that work here was hard and barely acknowledged.
But each afternoon, like it was a rhythm programmed into your limbs, you would stand up from your desk, stretch outwards like the unfurling flower of a plant finally watered, and move towards the sun.
It had been more than a year, and yet it was still a phenomena he watched with interest. After the first few months, observing how you would walk over to the window and take a seat on the ledge and bask your face in the fading light of the sun, Viktor had decided to place a pillow there.
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