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okay but viktor finding out the reader likes to read/write nsfw stories. he asks what book you're reading one evening during a particularly raunchy part and it sends you into a slew of stutters. Your entire body burns as you slam the book shut, attempting to hide the smut, trying to peer up at Viktor like you weren't reading about Character A's fingers plunging deep into Character B.
"You look rather engrossed in the novel, is it any good?"
And you cannot for the life of you tell if he's being facetious or if he's genuinely unaware of the novel you're reading. There was no way he hadn't read any of the story. He was peering over your shoulder when he spoke, leaning over the back of the chair and whispering softly in your ear. But his cane gave him away. Even the carpet in the library gave away the gentle thuds that accompanied him. So as soon as you heard his hand rest on the back of the chair, you started to close the book. But there'd been that few seconds. Just enough to see.
"Yes," you squeak out. "Uh, yeah, great book."
"Would you recommend it?"
You hid the title from him. Eyes wide, mouth pinched shut, teeth digging into your cheeks as you tried to formulate how exactly to get yourself out of the situation.
"Y-Yeah, I mean no." You swallow. Laugh awkwardly. "I mean, I don't love it. I wouldn't want someone else to waste their time on it. But I like it. But I have bad taste. You know, I'm just kinda into this book. Or, uh, I am enjoying the idea of it."
And Viktor just ponders your words, trying to follow them as if he's following a stretch of yarn between a tangled assortment of points. So he smiles and nods.
"Jayce has been telling me to relax more, perhaps I should read it and see if you are selling it short-"
"No." You have never said a word so quickly. You rise up and shove the book under your arm. "I'm sorry. I mean, Viktor, I really don't think this is something you'd like."
More nervous laughter. A desperation to hide any distinguishing features of the book. You felt tingly and floaty as you stood there, only the chair working as distance between you. Viktor's brows are pinched but his crooked smile shows confused amusement.
"Are you this secretive about all your pastimes?"
The memory of him finding you scribbling in your journal, horrible timing as ever, as you detailed the way your main character thoroughly enjoyed hearing their partner moan as their tongue worked a swollen, wet, sensitive spot between their legs. You closed the journal much like you had the book, reacted to Viktor much like you were reacting to him now.
"No, yes, it's...I..." You bit back your words and nodded as you felt the nerves burn. "I have to go."
He said your name, but you were already halfway out of the space. Determined to flee. To avoid yet another what are you reading, what are you writing conversation.
But, you'd be damned if Viktor wasn't an observant fuck. And it takes a week of tiny smiles and quick glances for Viktor to namedrop the book title. You're in the library once more, writing in your journal, an angsty scene between lovers who are destined to never be. You, out of habit, still close the thing as Viktor sits down at the table beside you.
He waits for your eyes to meet before speaking. He's surprised to not see you reading the book. The book that he knows the title of. Then he drops his gaze down to where his hand rests on the table just a few inches from yours.
"I must say, I think you discounted the story. It was a rather enjoyable read."
There it went. Your soul, right out of your body. Gone. Obliterated. Any words you tried to speak didn't leave your mouth. Didn't even make it past your mind. You felt like you were moments away from combusting, meeting Viktor's golden gaze. And he smiles that crooked smile, a glint of mischief in those damn eyes.
Based on thirsty historical love letters bc it's cute.
Reader really hopped on a ship for a booty call lmao
Set before the events of Act 1 bc it's easy and I had writers block
Viktor smiled to see the carefully penned addresses on the envelope he pulled from his box. There were certain letters that he wished to find whenever he checked his mail. This was one of them. He opened it carefully and pulled out the parchment inside.
‘My dearest Viktor,
‘I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve been seeing you in my dreams, my love. The dreams of you are vivid and I can feel the ghosts of your fingertips on me when I wake. I see all of the things I have missed of you; the gentle slope of your nose, those half-lidded golden eyes looking at me late at night, and best of all the weight of you in my arms.
‘I miss you most at night. I wake alone and reach for your form but there is never anything there for me but cold sheets. I miss the way you would draw circles on my bare skin with your soft fingertips. I miss the softness of your hair in my hands when you would make my back arch with tender kisses. Until I can see you again I will wait for you in my dreams. I will dream of the day when I can feel you in my arms once more.
‘Endlessly yours,
‘(y/n)’
His hand raised to his hot cheek when he read of the sex he shared with you. It wasn’t the first time you mentioned it in your letters, but it always made him blush. You had been his first and only thus far. Of course, you had been more experienced but the way you so carefully taught him what you needed had only made it better. He bit one of his knuckles and reached for a pen and parchment.
‘My beloved,
‘Any letter you send me will make the worst day one of my brightest. I, too, wish to hold you once more. I wish to hear my name between your teeth. I wish to feel your heart beating against my own, my little turtle dove. Fly south for the winter, little dove, and nestle into my chest and share the heat of the fire in my heart that burns only for you. Let me warm you and press my lips to yours. Let me feel you in my arms. I miss the way your head fits just so under my chin when you put your head to my chest.
‘(y/n), there are so many more endless nights I wish to share with you. So many more things I would love to do with you and for you and to you.’
Viktor felt his breath stutter when he continued.
‘I wish to kiss the soft skin of your thighs again and to feel them pressing against my ears. The way you cry my name is burned into the pages of my memory. Your touch is seared into my skin in an irreplicable scar. I would wait centuries just to be captured once again in your cauterizing embrace.
‘Always with love,
‘Viktor’
You smirked at the page as you read. It wasn’t like Viktor to divulge his desires on paper, he was a man of spoken words and sly glances. You rolled your bottom lip in thought, perhaps you were due for a visit. Since becoming an academy ambassador you hadn’t been requested to return from your post in Noxus, but you knew you would be welcomed with open arms.
With a flick of a page you penned another letter, this time to Dean Heimerdinger. When you finished you moved on to figuring out the logistics of your journey. It would take longer by sea, but would be more cost effective than an airship.
Viktor frowned at the empty letter box. It had been three weeks since he sent his letter to you. Normally, you would respond as quickly as you could. It only took a week or two for a letter to reach you. He slumped his shoulders and decided to head for the academy.
Heimerdinger walked out of the grand entrance and hurried toward the familiar shape of his assistant. “Walk with me my boy, we’re going to retrieve a visitor.”
Viktor turned and began to follow, he didn’t particularly like retrieving visitors. He especially didn’t like it when the dean didn’t tell him who they were fetching. It was a long walk from the academy to the port and that didn’t help either.
When they arrived he stood on the dock behind the yordle. It wasn’t like this visitor was here to see him. Or maybe they were. He smiled when he recognized your face with its bright (e/c) eyes and carefully brushed (h/c) hair. A green dress hugged your waist with delicate lace trim around your neck.
You smiled at him with squinted eyes. You were never able to fake a smile to Viktor, he knew the geometry of every plane of your visage. It was precious to him to see your eyes wrinkle with delight. It had always been precious to him and he knew that it always would be.
“Dean Heimerdinger,” you shook the dean’s hand and turned a warm smile to Viktor. “Viktor.”
His skin sizzled with delight when you touched his hand. “It’s good to see you again (y/n).”
“Yes, very much so,” Heimerdinger beamed. “Have you already made accommodations for your stay?”
You chewed the inside of your lip. “No, it was a hastily made decision. I felt that it was time for me to visit.”
The yordle nodded, “I see, let me put you up at the academy. I’m sure you have much to share with us.”
The three of you walked through the familiar streets of Piltover. The roads remained timeless and clean despite the year you had spent away. There was no worry in you that you could get lost here. Your gaze scanned the pale brick buildings and Viktor pointed out where a new restaurant had opened or where you could get the best cup of coffee.
There was a wistfulness in Viktor’s heart. It felt like nothing had changed with you, but maybe that was the wrong way to feel. Maybe things had changed and you felt different than you had before.
“Right, well I’ll have Viktor lead you to your room,” Heimerdinger had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “You can take the rest of the day off Viktor. It seems like you may want to spend a little time with our friend here.”
There was a devious smirk on your lips, your front teeth catching on your bottom lip. You waited until Heimerdinger left before you spoke again, “I can think of a few things I’d like to do today,” Viktor’s cheeks flushed and your smirk deepened. You leaned closer to his ear, your lips brushing it lightly. “I believe someone said they wanted their head between my thighs.”
Viktor looked away and choked on the frog in his throat.
“You’re blushing like a maid,” you teased.
He took your hand and led you down the hall, when there was silence in the air he pressed his lips to your ear. “And you’ll be screaming like one when I’m done with you.”
When he made it to the room you were to stay in he produced a key with a flourish. His hands were shaking when he put it into the keyhole. With a click he pushed open the door and held it open for you. As soon as he let the door close he wrapped his arms around you.
“How I’ve missed you,” he whispered into your hair, and tightened his grip around your waist. “You still fit perfectly in my arms.”
You twisted in his hold and kissed his jaw. “Don’t you know Vitya,” you mumbled against his skin. “I would have it no other way.”
He sighed happily as you tickled his neck with your nose. “And neither would I.”
Viktor could have sworn his heart stopped the moment his lips crashed into yours. It was a desperate kiss, all longing and loving. His left hand went to the back of your skull and held you close to him. His other arm trailed to the middle of your back. You pulled away and stared back into his half-lidded golden eyes.
“I need you,” his voice was low and husky.
You pressed another kiss to his lips and pulled away from his grasp. His honey eyes traced your shoulders and followed the slope of your body to your waist.
“Then take me.”
Viktor turned you to work the buttons holding your bodice closed. His breaths were ragged when he pushed the fabric of the dress off of your shoulders. His fingers followed the line of your spine and danced on your hips. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder and ran his hands over your waist. You were shuddering now.
You turned with red cheeks and a confident smirk on your lips. You watched his eyes explore your body. It was erotic to see them stop at your breasts before he moved down past your stomach. His eyes fluttered back to yours when you pulled the collar of his shirt and caught his lips in another passionate kiss. A playful ‘mmph’ escaped your throat when his tongue entered your mouth. He groaned when your hands found his hair and pulled lightly.
You didn’t break the kiss and you unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his torso. He tossed it to the side and let his hand rub your hip.
“On the bed,” he breathed when you pulled away. He smirked when you obliged. “At the end, spread your legs.”
He knelt with his head between your thighs and licked slowly, from bottom to the top of your entrance. You gasped when his tongue met your clitoris. He continued the movement until you whined.
“What do you want me to do?”
Your hands flew into his hair and pushed his face into your heat. He chuckled low in his throat and began to lick and suck with more fervor. The sounds you were making were slowly rising in volume and desperation. His lips came around your clitoris and worked there for just a moment before he pulled away.
“No, more,” you whined at him. “Please Viktor.”
His long middle and index finger pressed into you. You let your head fall back as he worked them in and out of you. He nibbled the inside of your thigh and began to beckon you closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm. Once more, his fell against your mound and he continued to devour you.
White lights danced in the blackness of your closed eyes as waves of pleasure flooded over you. He moaned against you when your thighs closed around his head. Viktor worked diligently through your orgasm. ‘More, more, don’t stop Viktor,’ was chanted like a spell on your lips. You panted and let your legs fall away from him.
You sat up and stroked his face, “Mmph, you’re still perfect at that.”
He laughed and met your eyes with a hungry yellow gaze. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Viktor’s eyes fluttered when you took off his pants. His hands trailed up your sides as you moved to straddle him. You swallowed his panted breath as you stroked his length. He whimpered when you slid yourself down to the base of his cock. Your hands were on his chest when he fell against the bed.
He cupped your breasts and let his eyes close when you began to roll your hips. Little sighs and moans escaped you as you rode him. His hand held your cheek and you leaned into it for a moment before turning to bite his thumb. He groaned and bucked his hips up into you.
You were smirking again. “You look like a slut.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by his own whimper when you sped up your pace. His hands were on your hips, guiding your movements on him. More little sighs fell out of his mouth before his thumb was on your clit again. He drew narrow circles, trying to pull you to orgasm again. And it was working. He relished in the cries coming out of your mouth as you worked him perfectly to hit your g-spot.
“I’m gonna cum again,” you moaned.
He bucked his hips into you as you fell on top of him, whining and moaning in his ear. When you finished he pressed a hand to your cheek and kissed you.
“I love you,” he whispered and rolled you onto your back.
You smiled weakly, “I love you too Vik.”
He brought your knees up again and pressed into you. Viktor was gentle as he thrusted into you. He knew you would be getting sore by now. His thrusts were slow and deep. He kissed you and groaned into your mouth. He was picking up speed now. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were fluttering. He was going to cum. You sighed as he filled you to the brim with his hot seed.
When he crawled to your side he wrapped an arm around you. “I hope that was okay.” He said, looking a little worried.
You kissed him and pulled him closer. “You were fantastic,” you whispered into his brown hair. “You’re marvelous.” You rubbed his bony shoulder. “Viktor, you're so special to me.”
He pressed his lips to your cheek and nuzzled you with his nose. “You’re precious to me. I’ve missed you so much, my little turtle dove.” Viktor thought for a second before muttering, “And not just the sex of course.”
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