A Tad Too Needy
Viktor x reader
Viktor and reader working hard in the lab. He’s been a bit distant, and it was always a certain way.
The lab was quiet except for the soft hum of the machines and the occasional sound of Viktor muttering to himself as he adjusted the delicate components of his latest invention. You leaned against the doorway, watching him work in his usual meticulous fashion. The flickering lights overhead cast shadows across his face, accentuating the intensity with which he focused on his work.
But it wasn’t the invention that caught your attention.
It was him—Viktor, so absorbed in his project that he barely noticed you standing there. The way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his fingers brushed over wires and components with precision, yet there was something off tonight.
You’d noticed it earlier—the way he kept glancing at you, his usually self-contained demeanor just a little more… eager. The way his hands twitched when they brushed against you, how his voice softened when he spoke. The way his gaze lingered for just a beat too long whenever you looked his way.
He was trying to focus, but it was clear that the tension between you two was building. And you couldn’t resist.
“Viktor,” you called, pushing yourself off the doorframe and stepping closer to him. Your voice was light, teasing. “You’re looking a little... distracted. Is everything alright?”
Viktor’s hands paused mid-motion, and for a split second, his eyes flickered toward you—dark, intense, a little guilty, but he quickly masked it with his usual composed expression.
“I’m fine,” he said, but the slight tremor in his voice betrayed him. “Just... working on the calculations.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? You sure it’s just calculations? Because it looks to me like you’re working pretty hard to avoid looking at me.”
Viktor’s lips pressed together in that tight line of his, but you could see the flicker of frustration in his eyes. He had always been so controlled, so precise in everything he did, but there was something about you tonight that was throwing him off—something about the way you looked at him, something about the way you teased him.
“You’re imagining things, y/n…” he muttered, though his voice held a trace of breathlessness.
“Am I?” you asked, stepping even closer now, the playful lilt in your voice making him swallow hard. You leaned over his shoulder, your breath warm against his ear. “I think I know a needy look when I see one.”
His body stiffened slightly at the word, and for a moment, his focus wavered entirely. You could see the conflict in his eyes—wanting to keep his professional demeanor intact but struggling with the undeniable pull between you two.
“I’m not... needy,” he said, his voice more strained than he intended.
You let out a small, amused laugh. “Really? You’re not needy, Viktor? Because it looks to me like you’ve been glancing at me every few minutes, as though you’re hoping I’ll do something. Are you sure you’re not just a little... desperate for attention?”
You could see the way his jaw clenched, but Viktor didn’t push you away. If anything, he seemed to draw you in with the subtle, almost imperceptible pull of his gaze. The tension between you two was palpable now, and he was fighting it.
“You think I’m desperate?” he finally asked, his tone lower, edged with something you couldn’t quite place. His eyes darkened as they locked onto yours. “Maybe I am.”
You couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto your lips. “I think you are,” you teased, your fingers lightly brushing over the back of his hand. “You’ve been so focused on this project, but every time I move, your eyes follow me. You can’t keep pretending you’re not aware of how badly you want something more than just that machine.”
Viktor’s breath hitched, his usual calm demeanor cracking. The little hairs on his neck rose like sunflowers. He shifted slightly in his seat, one hand moving to adjust his glasses, but you noticed the slight flush creeping up his neck.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, though his words were softer now, less certain. His voice betrayed a vulnerability you hadn’t heard from him before. “I’m just... focused on the task at hand.”
“Focused, huh?” You leaned in even closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Then why does it seem like you’re avoiding looking at me too much? Almost like you’re trying not to give in.”
For a moment, Viktor was silent, his breath uneven as the heat between you both seemed to crackle. He was so close now, yet still trying to maintain his composure. But his shoulders tensed, and you could see the internal struggle.
With a soft chuckle, you pulled back just slightly, but your hand lingered on his, fingers trailing gently up his arm. “You know—Viktor, it’s okay to admit you’re a little needy sometimes. You don’t have to hide it.”
The corner of his mouth twitched as he let out a soft, frustrated sigh. "You're impossible," he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. But there was no bite in his words, only the faintest trace of something else, something deeper. His obvious feelings HES BLUSHING
"Maybe," you said, your voice lowering, “But I think you like it."
And just like that, the barrier between you two broke. Viktor’s gaze softened, the cool, composed mask slipping just enough for you to see the raw need behind it. He finally turned to face you fully, his hand moving to gently cup your face, his thumb brushing over your lips as his breath caught.
"Don’t tease me too much," he warned, but the playful glint in his eyes told a different story. "You might get more than you bargained for."
You smiled, leaning into his touch, knowing that you’d pushed him just enough to make him let go of the control he held so tightly.
“Oh, Viktor,” you whispered, “I think I’m exactly ready for whatever you’re willing to give.”
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- enya