Operator
Viktor x Fem!Reader - NSFW
AU where you are a phone sex operator, and needing a double income, you applied to an internship at Piltover Academy.
2.8k words
TW: phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk
Looking forward to a brighter future, you finally mustered the courage to submit an application to Piltover Academy. You graduated from a local college, but ultimately struggled to find a well-paying job. So, as an intern, you figured that would at least get you one foot in the door to a better life. You promised yourself that this would be the change you needed. You kept telling yourself: Everything will be smooth sailing from here.
When you initially set up the interview with Piltover's esteemed inventor, Professor Heimerdinger, you assumed the work would take place underneath him. You graciously accepted an internship position--definitely whilst internally screaming--and readied yourself for an intensive program. You believed that this was the correct path for you to take, although working two jobs pertained to a lack of personal time and perpetual exhaustion, your determination overshadowed your need for relaxation. Even thinking about entering the academy made anxiety wrack your body. You told yourself there was nothing to worry about–your intrusive thoughts needed to be put on the backburner in order to focus.
The laboratory you stepped into for the first time was frigid: sterile machinery whirred away, a blue hue the only light source that illuminated the room. Curious objects were strewn about the countertops, papers scattered in various places, and some hefty chunks of metal sat on the floor. You recognized some of these items as original Hexcore technology, but other pieces looked positively foreign to you. Sparks flew by a sole figure's body, who was hunkered over a project you couldn't quite make out yet. You cleared your throat a little, expecting them to turn around. A single yes? emitted from their seat.
You cleared your throat again, hoping it would dislodge the anxiety building up in your chest. "Uh, hi, my name is (y/n). I'm here to begin my internship under um," you looked down at your introductory paperwork, "Viktor?"
"Ah, yes, one moment, please," they replied.
Gripping the cane next to them and standing to their full length, then turning around, they flipped up their goggles and locked eyes with you. There stood one of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes on. Chestnut hair framed his face that flipped up at the sides, looking unkempt in an appealing way. His smile appeared crooked; a mole placed above his tight lips, another one underneath his right eye. His nose was rather prominent but fit his face. A beige vest sat atop a dark striped dress shirt with a red tie tucked underneath. You traced the lines on his sleeves to his exposed forearms, a tad dirty from grease. His legs were long and slender, and you couldn't help giving him a long once-over. Okay, twice-over.
All potential situations that could have possibly gone poorly came down like an avalanche when you met your true supervisor, Viktor. Fawning over him forewent your previous plan to have a trouble-free internship. Showing off your intellect became the least of your worries, and instead the desire to appear to be a normally functioning human being replaced it.
"Welcome, Miss (y/n). I'm Viktor. Pleasure to have you here. Come in." Viktor waved his arm to beckon you.
Such a heavy accent. It was alluring. You entered further into the room, wandering around with more curiosity. Glancing back towards him, he had pulled up a chair next to his. He looked at you expectantly. As you approached, he handed you another pair of goggles that were discarded to the side.
"Lesson one: laboratory safety. Keep these on while you observe me, unless I instruct you to take them off," he stated.
You hurriedly put on the goggles and patiently sat to await your next instructions. Viktor continued welding small plates of metal together in the quiet. The only sound between you was fast crackling, almost like bacon in a pan. Being in such close quarters to him made you work up a bit of a sweat. Your eyes drifted from his busy hands to his face, focusing on the fine lines surrounding his lips, underneath his eyes, and between his furrowed brows. Just waiting for words to come out of his mouth. After about ten minutes of waiting, you broke the silence.
"So...what are you making, exactly?"
"A lazer."
You scrunched your eyebrows together. "A lazer."
Viktor sighed and set down the contraption. "Yes, for this."
He hefted a robotic claw from underneath the desk and pointed to an empty center console in its palm. Placing the arm back down, he continued on, tinkering away. Irritation bubbled up inside of you--he was so dismissive. But damn, was he easy to look at. You fidgeted around a bit, letting out an unintentional sigh.
"Bored?"
The suddenness of his voice jolted you. "Oh, no! I'm just, uh…" You trailed off.
Viktor rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Miss, I am not entirely sure how to approach this situation. Would you like me to explain my thought process?"
You nodded. "Please."
He addressed various sections of his project, pointing out why he put this and that which and where. You listened intently, finally engaged in something entertaining. And God, you soaked yourself in his words, wanting to swim in every lilt of his accent. The passion he had for his experiments shone with his expressions and wild gestures. You swore you could listen to him for hours. And...you did. The two of you chatted until late into the night, your yawn pulling you back into reality.
"Ah, are you tired, Miss (y/n)? You can leave, if you would like."
You rubbed your eyes. "That might be a good idea. I have work, after all."
Viktor raised an eyebrow. "Do they not...pay you here?"
"No, that's, well. They do. It's a little easier to stay afloat with double income these days, y'know?" you replied.
"Unfortunately," he sighed. "What is your profession?”
In your exhaustion, you didn't think about the repercussions of telling others that you worked outside of your internship. Your career wasn't necessarily something to be ashamed of, to say, but you preferred to keep it tucked away. Face turning pink, you scrambled to recall your cover-up.
"I'm in a consumer service position at a call center," you choked out.
“I see.”
“Well,” you stood up from your seat and smoothed the creases out of your skirt, “it was a pleasure meeting you. I’ll see you around the same time tomorrow, right?”
“Correct. And the pleasure is all mine, Miss (y/n),” he dipped his head as a goodbye, and returned to fiddling with his new mechanism. “Goodnight.”
Hearing him say your name with that unique voice of his made you blush. You ushered out a quick goodbye and excused yourself.
Strolling home underneath the starry sky helped you relax, the chilly night air nipping at your nose made you feel more in touch with reality, instead of getting lost in replays of today’s events. Although mainly focusing on the night’s tasks ahead, you found yourself drifting towards thoughts of Viktor. His glimmering eyes. His radiant smile. Yes, he was a little cold towards you at the beginning of the work day, but as time went on, the two of you fell into a rhythm of asking each other questions, entertaining discussion over instruction. It felt so natural, so comfortable. You wrapped yourself up in those emotions, warming your night-air stinging body.
As you arrived home, you discarded your satchel and keys and stripped out of your uniform. Looking at your watch, a pang of panic struck as you realized you were over fifteen minutes late to the job you were so secretive about. You whipped on a pair of grey sweats and a loose tank top and plopped down next to your laptop. Putting on your headset, you tapped "available" on the screen and waited for the calls to roll in.
Weekday nights tended to be slow, maybe 5 minutes in between calls instead of the usual thirty seconds on the weekends. The most interesting part about your job was how impressive your acting was--moaning in the mic whilst doing absolutely nothing with your hands except for twirling around the drawstring of your sweats. You'd explore these men's--and occasionally women's--wildest fantasies, taking them on a ride of their life with a faceless person on the other end of the line.
Approximately two hours into your shift, you answered the phone with one of your recycled phrases, expecting another random, lonely Piltover citizen.
"Hi, lovely. How are you feeling tonight?" you purred.
"Ah, well, fine, I...I just need someone to talk to, really," a heavily accented voice replied.
You gulped. The richness of Viktor's voice was immediately recognizable. Your fingers shook as you readjusted your headset, sitting up a little straighter. Clear your mind. Treat him as any other customer.
"Okay, sweetheart. What would you like to talk about?" your voice came out uncharacteristically shaky.
"I…met someone today, and I was enamored by her presence. I cannot stop thinking about her. I was hoping to metaphorically blow off some steam, perhaps.” He paused. “I don't quite know how to go about this. I am not the particular type of person that would usually partake in this activity.”
Shit. Okay, focus.
"I can help you with that,” you cooed. “First, how about you tell me what you’re wearing so I can take it off for you?”
Silence permeated the call for a moment until Viktor coughed out a response. “A long-sleeved button up and slacks. Do you…wish for me to remove them?”
Your head spun with excitement, imagining him removing those layers to display his willowy, naked figure.
"Yes. I’m also going to pull down your boxers, is that alright?” Your skin tingled.
"Eh, yes, I suppose.”
Hearing shuffling on the line, you grasped your breast, massaging it. What would he...look like? You wondered if it would be lean like he was, or if it was something so thick you could barely wrap your lips around it. You felt the pit in your stomach fill with warmth.
"I’m kissing your jaw, giving little licks here and there. Wow,” you took a breath in, “your skin is so soft. So tender. I’m biting down on your neck, sucking it…leaving marks so others know you’re mine.”
"That's...wonderful. What is my next course of action?” he questioned.
"I’d love to see how you stroke yourself with that big cock of yours,” you professed. “I want to kiss those beautiful lips…so I’m going to lean in and plant my mouth on yours. I want a passionate kiss, not just a quick one.”
You heard a breath escape Viktor’s mouth.
"We can…we can do that,” he said. “Are you, eh, touching yourself?”
You snapped back to reality as you realized your hand had snaked its way past your waistband and lazily stroked the outside of your folds over your panties. You were already dripping.
"Y-yes, just for you." You looked down at your current outfit. Not exactly sexy. Time to use a dash of fantasy. "I’m just in black, thin lace underwear, and my tits are exposed. You should touch one of them for me.”
"I...take one of them in my hand. I massage it...and circle your nipple, then tweak it with my fingers.”
You shuttered, taking the hand not on your underwear and copied his statement. A little whine escaped your throat as you rolled your nipple in between your forefinger and thumb. You hooked around the crotch of your panties and began stroking your clit.
"Fuck…that feels so good,” you spoke with fervor. “I’m grasping your cock and I begin to pump it, do you want my lips on you?”
He huffed. “Please. Please, fuck.”
You hummed. "Mmm, you taste so good. I can barely fit you in my mouth."
You imagined how Viktor would look, splayed out on his bed, begging for your mouth to be on his length. His face flushed, his chest dripping with sweat, mouth gaping in a half-”O”. Looking up at him with his cock down your throat. Swiveling your tongue around his tip. You needed him inside you, one way or the other. Still stroking your clit, you sped up a tad, flicking it. You circled it with your fingers, letting out a whimper.
"You sound incredible,” he panted. “Will you moan a little more for me, my dear?”
"Yes, yes,” your whine was authentic, not forced like it usually was with your other customers.
A groan escaped Viktor’s mouth, sending chills up your spine. Your mind spiraled too far to keep coming up with lines to feed him. His grunts sounded out more and more often, the two of you trading fucks and desperate begs. Rubbing your clit with more vehemence became your main focus. Your other hand traveled from massaging your breast to dip into your entrance, beckoning yourself internally at a rapid pace. The visual of him pleasuring himself, stroking fiercely up and down, thinking only of you, nearly sent you over the edge.
"Hah--W-will you keep talking, please?" you begged. "I want to hear your voice."
"Erm," Viktor paused for a moment. "If I were there with you, I would lavish you with kisses, all across your body. I'd start with your soft lips, then across your jawline, t-then--fuck--then down your chest, on your breasts, licking and sucking down to your navel."
You waited for him to continue. "A-and?"
"Then I would dip my fingers in your cunt...and begin caressing you. Sucking on your clit and--hah--not stopping until you cum."
Hearing him say cum shook you, your breathing erratic at this point.
"Please, I-I want you inside me," you pleaded. "I want you to fuck me."
He choked out another hearty moan.
"You dirty little girl,” he puffed.
Hearing his ragged noises made you cry out his name into the microphone, your body filled with ecstasy. Your core trembled and toes curled, gripping into the mattress below.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you sunk down into your bed, overwhelmed by the onslaught of emotions. After a few seconds, your fluttering eyes widened. Oh shit.
"I…do not believe I told you my name, no?” Viktor said quietly.
Complete and utter silence filled the air. You had no idea how to respond. Ums and stutters of gibberish was all that you could produce.
"Consumer service, hm?” he chuckled. “I thought I recognized your voice. I put my money on it not being you, however.”
“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–um–I don’t know. I’m sorry,” you blurted out.
"No, I was the one who called. You simply provided me with the services that you offer. I should be thanking you,” he said.
“Will this…will this make things weird tomorrow?”
“I am not certain of how either of us are going to feel when we next meet, but I doubt I will be able to keep my eyes off you,” he answered. “Or hands, if you do not mind.”
You squirmed in your seat. “I…I wouldn't mind."
“I will see you tomorrow, then. Farewell, Miss (y/n),” he said.
"Bye, Viktor.”
You hung up the call and sighed. Four more hours of work ahead of you, and all you wanted to do was think of Viktor, stroking himself with his graceful fingers, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. Him, naked, putting himself on display for you. You had met the man this morning, and you were already infatuated. Apparently, he was as well.
Your next call came in, and frustration struck your heart as you had to answer and continue on with the night like nothing had happened. Tomorrow, then. I can wait.
—-
When you entered the lab the next day, Viktor was tinkering around with his tools, which seemed to be his only state of being. The heavy door shut behind you, and Viktor swiveled around to meet your eyes. He smirked, and his golden eyes squinted.
“Hi,” you said breathlessly.
“Hello, Miss (y/n),” he replied.
You awkwardly hovered near the doorway, not quite knowing where to go or what to say. However, you didn’t have to make that decision on your own.
“Come here.” Viktor beckoned you with his long index finger.
You strode towards him, landing next to his slim figure. He leaned towards you and whispered in your ear.
“I had a wonderful time last night.”
You blushed. “A-as did I.”
“Maybe you would like to…” he trailed off, tracing one of your shoulders with his finger, down to an unopened button on your blouse. "Try something, and leave less to imagination?"
"...Like what?"
"How about I fuck you on this desk like the dirty little girl you are?"