Don’t Look at Me Like That (Viktor x Reader) sfw- suggestive
Summary: Viktor is scolding you for doing something reckless. Unfortunately for him he feels awful doing it. Fortunately for you, you think it’s a little hot.
Sidenote: extremely self indulgent. Slightly selfship coded. Might be slightly ooc. this has been sitting in my drafts since January and I'm sick of looking at it lol.
Content: pining, protective Viktor, mutual pining, fluff , suggestive thoughts, friends to lovers, technically dom!Viktor even though there’s no smut (yet)
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He had always known he should be stricter with you. He had a habit of indulging your whims too often, letting risky behaviors slide. But now he actually had to to it.
And he was failing miserably
He wanted to be upset. He was attempting to be upset. But now, as he glared down at you, he found he could not truly muster any sort of harsh feeling toward you. Not when you were looking up at him like that with wide, glittering eyes.
“…are you mad at me?”
“……”
It wasn’t fair. Not at all.
He was trying to be stern, to reprimand you for your reckless actions. You had tried to surprise him and Jayce by acquiring some rare metals to see how compatible they were with the new gemstones.
This lead you to the undercity, poking around where you likely shouldn’t have been. In your defense, you were also a Zaunite; but you hadn’t been back frequently for a long stretch of time, and it was evident in the way you carried yourself. All alone, too much of a bounce to your step, and no sharp edge to your voice.
A prime target
So when he came across you while out on his own errand, at a shady stall run by a large man with a crooked, rotten smile, he was startled.
He felt like a hypocrite for worrying, but he couldn’t help it. He makes trips to the undercity for supplies as well, but when it came to you it was…different. He almost felt childish for being too protective when it came to you.
His stomach lurched when he saw the way the shopkeeper leered at you while you were busy inspecting the metal for flaws. He was never one to judge based on appearances, however, he was nearly certain that you were dealing with a simple, honest merchant. He also did not like the way he began to notice bulky figures in the shadows, beginning to hover and slowly get closer and watch you innocently haggle.
A lamb in a lions den
How could you be so reckless, so carefree?
In that moment he was livid.
But that was short lived, and quickly replaced with a sense of urgency. He took the initiative to interrupt your dealings, coming up beside you to pluck the metal from your hands. There was a moment of shock and annoyance, as you prepared to argue with whoever would be so rude. But your expression immediately softened and warmed when she realized it was him.
“Oh! Viktor! Didn't expect to see you!”
The way you looked up at him, your smile surprised but no less warm than any other time that you looked at him. It was tender, like you were always pleased to see him. It was going to be the death of him, he swore it.
Oh, that face. The one that made him so incredibly weak. And those eyes. At times he felt like you could see him down to his core, through every wall he had put up.
It made something inside of him ache.
He had to quickly reign in the skipping of his heart, to complete his intervention and successfully get both of you back home. He said your name with a forced, stern edge as you locked eyes. He gave you a look of “you have some explaining to do later” and had to fight the urge to wince at the way you deflated, shrinking into yourself.
“A good coincidence. Come, we are going home, I need your assistance with something.” He kept his words short, to reduce the sting of saying it too harshly. He handed the metal back to the merchant, who cursed under his breath and grumbled as he put it away. His free hand found the small of your back, leading you away from the stall as quickly as his cane would allow.
The eyes peering from alleyways began to back off, but only shortly after he moved his hand from your back to your waist. He did not miss the quiet gasp you let out as he did, and he mumbled a low “sorry”.
Normally, he would had taken you by the arm, or by the hand, but in this instance he felt the need to assert himself; to say to everyone who could see: she isnt alone, she is taken-
That she was his.
His grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly.
He had to swallow down such possessive thoughts. Lock them away, never to be indulged or acknowledged. It was such an ugly, poisonous feeling to him- one that never failed to fill him with shame. He took a heavy sigh as the both of you walked in silence. He mentally recited again and again:
This isn’t about you, this is about her
You are doing this to keep her out of harm's way
He could feel your eyes wandering back up to look at him, no doubt with furrowed brows and concern painting your face. He couldn’t bear to look at you yet, not when you weakened his resolve the way you did.
So the walk and trolley ride back to the lab remained silent. He noticed you open your mouth a few times to attempt to say something, but each time the words died in your throat. It was only on the trolley that he let go of you, immediately missing the feeling of your warmth under his palm.
And now, presently in the process of attempting to scold you, he wanted nothing more than to chase that warmth once more. But he could not get distracted, not when it’s already so difficult.
“What were you thinking, going to a place like that alone? At best you would have been scammed, at worst-“
“But I-“ you weakly interjected
“Do not interrupt me.” He quickly cut you off, causing you to close your mouth into a pout. “It was reckless, no matter how much you think you had the situation under control”
It was easy to be cold and hard with everyone else, but with you? It was asking the impossible.
Seeing the way you bit your lips and avoided his gaze made him feel wretched.
“I thought my lead was solid! I’m sorry, okay?” You pleaded gently, reaching for his free hand to hold it soothingly. “I didn’t mean to worry you, I just wanted to help you…”
You did not play fair. You may not have realized it, but you absolutely were not playing fair in Viktor’s mind. And once again, you were gazing up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. He had to huff and close his eyes to maintain his quickly crumbling mask of anger.
Your hands were so much softer than his, so much warmer. His resolve was crumbling. When he pulled his hand away, you reached out for him again as if by instinct. The pleading look on your face was too much for him.
Before either of you knew it, he had seized your wrist, backing you up against his work table. A few pens clattered to the floor as the backs of your legs hit the table, your free hand quickly finding a place on the cluttered surface to stabilize yourself. His face was so close to yours that it nearly made his head spin, seeing the way your eyes widened with shock and how your breath quickened as he cornered you.
Many of his more sordid daydreams had begun like this; with you pressed against his desk and with him pressed against you. It was only the tangible feeling of your hand in his that cemented that he was not, in fact, dreaming. The line between friendly concern and his true feelings was getting blurrier by the second, as something stirred within him once more seeing you like this. How far could he go before you pushed him away?
“I will not be so lenient with you after this. What you did was reckless and foolish-
He had to ignore how your breath hitched as he brought his face closer
“-Not to mention the fact that you should have cleared this idea with me or Jayce before you decided to-
He had to ignore how your lips were slightly parted and your cheeks were starting to flush
“-And on TOP of that, you-
And your eyes. Heavily lidded, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight, glittering like jewels. As the sun painted you golden beneath him, he began to falter. He was lost in your eyes, no less adoring than they had previously been, but now clear and intense in the light. Your pupils were wide; much wider than usual.
“I…uh, that is to say….” He trailed quietly
An indication of affection.
Or arousal.
“W-well, uh…” he cursed his tongue for failing him.
He felt his face light aflame, pink spreading across his face to the very tips of his ears at the thought-or rather, the very real possibility that you saw him in that light.
He could not ignore it
Not when you were looking at him like that.
He pulled himself away before anything could escalate further, clearing his throat as he put a respectable distance between you.
“W-well you get it. No need to..eh, repeat myself…” he turned away.
What was he about to do? Was he truly so depraved? He mentally kicked himself for letting himself spiral. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were uncomfortable, and the mere thought of no longer bringing a smile to your face nearly broke his heart.
“I… I am sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted so severely…” he hung his head as he went to sit in his chair near the desk, still cautiously maintaining the distance.
“N-no it’s alright! Really! I uh…I needed it I think…” you timidly reassured him.
He could not help but observe the way you kept pressing your thighs together.
“…oh?”
“Y-yeah… you were right… I should be more mindful…and sometimes you should probably…uh…”
“I should probably what?”
You flushed, shyly looking over at him.
“You should be more stern with me…sometimes…” your voice trailed off as you bit your lip once more.
There was an expression he hadn’t seen before on that sweet face.
Longing. Yearning.
And your eyes? Desire.
….
Oh.
Oh…you sweet thing.
Viktor was not the kind of man to jump to conclusions merely when the outcome seemed desirable to him. But he was a man who could see and comprehend what was right in front of him.
You are not mad at him. Not at all.
You liked how he got authoritative with you.
He was reeling with this new information. The very task that tormented him was something that you were into.
Very into, from what he could deduce.
He could take a calculated risk. He could ask you directly, or…
He could get you to say it yourself.
He allowed himself to smile, finally, as he beckoned you forward. You came over immediately. Cute.
You shuffled over, standing before him with your hands clasped behind your back, awaiting his next request. He mustered up his stern voice once more, noting the way that it made you squirm.
“Elaborate. Now.”
You blinked slowly, carefully choosing your next words
“Well…you’re always so patient and kind to me, and I appreciate it a lot… but…”
“But?”
“But sometimes I feel like you’re holding back… so just then- when you got more assertive with me….i didn’t mind it.”
He simply allowed you to continue spilling your truth to him, noting your fidgeting. He didn’t want to scare you off with too many questions after all, not when he was so close to hearing what he wanted.
“It’s… a new side of you I haven’t seen before. It’s so…intense.” He could tell by the way you said it that you had a different word in mind, but deliberately chose a more benign one to spare further embarrassment.
He would be lying if he said it didn’t stroke his ego a bit.
“So…um…yeah I…would like it if you showed that side a bit more often…” you awkwardly concluded, hands still clasped tightly behind your back
You would like it.
You liked it.
The prospect rattled Viktor’s skull.
With that, he decided to take the risk.
“Tell me something.”
“Yeah?”
“If it were anyone else, would you still like it? The scolding.”
The silence that followed was deafening, as he watched you attempt to say something.
Until finally….
“No…no, I’m not sure if I would” you quietly admitted.
“Not even Jayce?” He was just teasing now, but his tone was as serious as a heart attack.
“No…only you”
Only you
Only you
Only you
Your voice echoed inside of him as his heart leapt.
He wasn’t the only one with these feelings; and that realization gave him a relief previously unknown to him.
He leaned forward and held his hand out for you to take, letting his stern mask fall a bit when he saw how you hesitated. You really were too cute.
“Come here” he murmured gently, beckoning you forward. You let your hand rest in his palm, and let him gently tug you forward until you were nearly straddling him. A shadow of a smirk graced his lips when he felt your pulse, your rapidly beating heart betraying you.
He slowly lifted the back of your hand to his face, planting a soft kiss and holding it there for a moment. When he looked up at you, what he saw was nothing short of perfection.
Your lips slightly parted as a sweet gasp left you, the eyes he was so weak to glued to his mouth against your skin;
It was too cute.
“I am not mad at you, despite how much I want to be.” He murmured against your hand before pulling away.
“Is it strange? I find I cannot remain upset with you for longer than a few minutes at a time.” he frowned, sighing and shaking his head “And now… you tell me you like it. How cruel.”
“I..” you weren't given a chance to speak before a high pitched whine escaped you as his lips brushed your hand once more. You could've sworn you saw him smirking.
“I was worried about you-” a feather light kiss on your knuckles “because I cherish you-” Another on your wrist “And the idea of anything happening to you frightens me-” another just below the cuff of your sleeve. “- so no. I am not mad at you.”
You sighed in relief, and felt ever so warm under his touch. His eyes darkened as he pulled away slightly, the serious edge returning to his voice.
“But you did scare me half to death. Never do something like this again without telling one of us, understood?”
You nodded, dazed and flushed; and satisfied with this response, he guided you to sit in his lap with a firm hand. The most miniscule of reactions were clear as day to him now, and he smirked as he noted the way you shivered in anticipation.
“Now, would you like to see how intense I can truly be?”
