#viktor & reader

Reader who was just freshly been employed as the lab illustrator, sitting diligently at their new desk whilst Jayce fetches the research folder and Viktor tinkers away in the background.

Reader who lets Jayce set down the heavy folder on their desk, which holds all of the pair's research as well as hundreds of cruedly drawn sketches of inventions such as the Hexclaw and early drafts of the Hexgates, drawn by both himself and Viktor. (They are not drawn well, and it is only because most of the drawings are labelled with big, obnoxoious arrows that you actually know what you're looking at).

Jayce pausing in his explanations of the tech on each page and his promises to pull everything out of storage when you need it for a refence, slowly trailing off when he catches sight of your reaction to the drawings: "Why are you making that face?"

Reader who is diligently flicking through the pages and trying not to crack up at the poorly drawn stick figures, and the messy, uneven parallel lines of wires and robotic arms, and the scribbled oblong that is supposed to be one of the gemstones. They're not half bad attempts from people who focus their energy and time into math equations and flowery research papers, but that doesn't mean they're not amusing to look at.

"What face? I'm not making a face."

Reader turns all of their attention down to the pages and proceeds to fail at smothering their snort as the concept sketch of one of the Zaun suits. They push the folder back along the desk, to create enough space to prop their elbows on the table, to pinch the bridge of their nose hard to try and school themselves into some form of calm.

"Why are you laughing?" Jayce asks, sounding geniunely confused.

Whilst Reader tries to save face by responding, "I'm not. I'm just- uh, coming to terms with how much work I have ahead of me."

Jayce frowns.

The commotion has caught Viktor's attention.

"Well, it is a lot." Jayce allows, "but we won't rush you. The deadline is months away after all, and if-"

His words fade into the background in your mind as Viktor chooses then to roll over on his wheelie office chair to see what's going on, only to immediately grin in understanding. He rolls his chair up on the adjascent side of your desk, mouth pulled into a wicked smirk as he points to a particularly wobbly zaun suit drawing. "That would be one of Jayce's masterpieces."

Jayce lets out an offended noise, whilst Viktor takes malicious joy in flipping through the folder to point out which other drawings were done by Jayce. Most of them are wobbly and uneven, but have clearly been mapped out with steady, slow care.

In retaliation, Jayce swipes the folder out of Viktor's gleeful hands, and pointedly flips to a fresher page dated back to a couple of days ago. You catch a glimpse of the title 'hexcore', scrawled across the top in confident letters, before Jayce is turning the folder back to you and loudly proclaiming the work of art as Viktor's.

[The ‘hexcore’ has been drawn with wobbly, uneven lines that lacked the sleek, parallel look of the actual subject, with poorly recreated runes that did not at all take into account perspective or foreshortening.]

Reader loses it at the attempt, whilst Jayce and Viktor continue to squabble with one another in the background.

I just NEED all three of them to spend countless hours in that laboratory getting stuck in their respective tasks (creative Vs Scientific) and all three of them come out aching and satisfied by the time the janitor comes round to kick them out for the night, despite doing jobs that require different parts of their brains. The overlap of countless, almost unsolvable equations, with the hours of staring at a blank page and slowly but surely coaxing out an image, it just so precious to me somehow.

Bonus points of course, if Jayce and Viktor are getting really into a scientific debate across the room by the chalkboard, flinging enormous words back and forth at one another, whilst Reader slowly dies inside trying to make the metal part of an invention LOOK like metal.

I just need Reader allowing the background muttering and excited exclamations to sooth them as they carefully draw another diagram above a neatly scrawled out text box of the pair's latest concept.

Jayce: “Yes! That could work! What do you think, Y/n?”

Reader: Head snaps up at being addressed. “Uh…”

They blue screen as they come back to reality and realise they haven’t moved in hours and their back and neck desperately ache from the movement. They're suddenly starving, and hungry, and really need to pee, but didn't notice before because they were so engrossed in their work. Kind of like how the other two get about their research.

Viktor being a night owl and working on projects late into the night.

Jayce being smart and taking cat naps on his desk because he's an early bird, but a deadline is coming up and he refuses to be defeated by exhaustion.

And then you have Reader. Who is not being supervised in the kitchen, where they've made their fifth coffee and with shaking, caffeinated hands, they begin pouring in a generous helping of a Piltover energy drink.

Viktor hears the can pop.

He says your name warningly. "You better not be making that culinary monstrosity again."

Instead of responding, they knock back the whole mug in desperate gulps, ignoring the rancid taste and shivering from the mix of burning liquid with the pop of hundreds of tiny bubbles.

The mug gets slammed loudly back on the counter. Viktor sighs heavily and pushes his wheelie chair towards Jayce's desk.

He wakes him up, with a prod of his cane into his side.

"I'm about to have a breakthrough." He explains quickly motioning to his desk. Blary eyed and clearly not fully awake yet, Jayce nods along. Viktor points dramatically to Jayce and then in the direction of the kitchen. "You're on assistant duty for the next half an hour."

The tiredness leeches out of Jayce's face. "They didn't-"

"They did."

"But they've already got caffeine shakes!"

"Tell that to the sound of the kettle bubbling away and the pop of a can lid. It has already happened Jayce. All we can do now it keep the damage to a minimum."

On silent feet, Reader's shadow appears on the other side of the desk. Both men jump. The light overhead casts their face into shadows and somehow makes their eyes glow. It is a terrifying sight.

Viktor recovers first. "We need to put a bell on you!"

"Kinky. Now, whatdoyouwantmetodrawnext?!" Their assistant rushes out in a single breath.

And both scientists pale. It was already beginning then.

The next four hours consists of Jayce struggling to keep his eyes open whilst Reader pokes fun at him and offers up their 'creation', Jayce firmly declining and trying to get on with his work, whilst Viktor keeps to himself and snorts periodically at the banter.

Reader draws and draws and then rubs out, before diligently getting back to drawing again. There is a frenzy to their marks. A wildness to their eyes. The scratch and scritch of their pen, getting lost amongst the sound of cogs turning and screws tightening and Jayce's yawning. So much so that when it suddenly ceases, neither of the scientists notice at first.

Not until Viktor asks for a warm tea, only for the previously eager assistant not to respond. He lets out a fond sigh, Jayce straightening up from his own work.

Reader is passed out on their sketchbook, having FINALLY crashed.

Viktor gets up to make his own tea.

Jayce shrugs off his jacket, and puts it over their shoulders as a makeshift blanket. The man has such broad shoulders that it practically swallows the assistant from sight, but they do not stir.

"That'll give them an awful neck ache tomorrow." Viktor observes aloud.

Jayce snorts. "Maybe it'll be enough of a punishment to stop them making that foul concoction."

"Unlikely."

Jayce just shakes his head and collapses back onto his desk and lays his head down on his arm. "Ten minutes." He mutters out before closing his eyes.

Viktor hums. And by the time he gets his tea back to the desk, his partner is out like a light, just as he had predicted.

"I CANNOT believe you're making me do this Jayce." Viktor exclaims sarcastically.

"Viktor. Please let me get that cog for you. Just this time. Please!"

"Oh no, no, do not get up on my account." Viktor firmly dismisses as he shimmies down his cane, one hand over the other all the whilst making exaggerated groaning noises.

Jayce is practically vibrating in place. "Please! It is literally all the way under that side board. Can I just slide it out for you? You can pick it up yourself."

"Oh no, do not strain yourself!" Viktor insists, sitting himself down on the floor, one hand holding his cane up as he shoves his other arm under the side board.

"VIKTOR!" Jayce all but whines, and takes a step forward.

"Ah!" Viktor immediately reprimands. "Y/n get the spray bottle!"

You've been watching the entire scene in amusement from your desk. Quietly giggling at Viktor's ribbing and Jayce's desperation to be useful. They make a rather amusing duo.

Jayce's eyes have jumped up to you. Frozen mid-step, eyes pleading.

You grin, pointedly reaching across the gap between yours and Viktor's desks to grab said spray bottle.

On the floor, Viktor makes a triumphant noise, before straightening up and brandishing the cog above his head. "Got it!" He exclaims, before slamming the blasted thing onto the side board. Then he tries to clamber back up his cane to his feet. He is unsuccessful as his leg decides not to co-operate this time.

He sighs. "Jayce." He says heavily, "as punishment for making me get down here in the first place-"

"What?! I've literally been-"

"As reprimand for your dastardly crimes. You are obligated to offer me one hand. But ONLY one, or your punishment shall evolve into death by spray bottle." Dramatically, he holds out his hand to his exasperated partner.

In support, you give the spray bottle a little squeeze in Jayce's direction, to which he shoots you a dark look. You merely grin back.

Then Jayce offers Viktor his hand, their fingers wrapping around the others wrist. "Slow." Viktor instructs, as he readjusts his legs into the right position. Jayce nods.

Then Jayce gently pulls Viktor up as Viktor balances between his feet and his cane.

"Thank you." He says, patting Jayce on the cheek, before promptly turning on his heel to retreat back to his desk.

They're so silly, I love them so much.

The quiet request was actually what woke you up in the first place. Eyes scrunched, you peered aroun the room for any intruder, only to see nothing but your boyfriend in the bed right beside you. Every inch of him was bundled in blankets to keep out the cold, Piltover morning.

“Just let me sleep,” Vik’s voice pitched up in a desperate whine.

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up out of you. He was dreaming about someone waking him up before the sun was even over the horizon. You scooched a little closer, hand venturing through the wall of blankets to touch him. “You can sleep for today, love,” you murmured. “Jace went home for the weekend, remember?”

“Yesss . . .” The word sounded more like a snake’s hiss than speech, barely more than a strange exhale as you soothed him back into a deeper slumber.

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?"

You glanced up at the clock on the wall before perking up. Noon! You sprang from your seat and strided off towards the lab (and then had to take a few steps back to grab your lunch).

Your heels clicked on the floor. Breathing a little heavier than normal, you pushed the lab’s door open to find Jayce sitting near his desk.

“Hey!” Jayce smiled. “Whad'ya bring for lunch today?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not some feeding machine, Jayce.” You shuffled with your lunch sack. “Here,” you said, handing him a ham and cheese sandwich. “A honeycrisp apple too. You two desperately need some vitamins.”

Viewing around, you realized Viktor’s absence. “Hey, Jayce?”

“Hm?”

“Where’s Viktor?”

“Oh, he called to say he wasn’t feeling well, so I’m assuming he’s at his apartment,” Jayce offered.

You stiffened. Either he was nursing a hangover or didn’t want to see you. You cursed under your breath--you begged that it wouldn’t be the latter.

Peering up from his notes, Jayce said: “You should take that to him. I’m sure he’d appreciate a solid meal.”

You thought to yourself for a moment. “I’m not so sure he’ll want to see me.”

Jayce was taken aback. “What d’you mean by that? I know for a fact that he always looks forward to seeing you on your break.”

“R-really?” you blushed a little. “How would you know that?”

Jayce chuckled. “I see him looking up at the clock more frequently the closer it gets to noon, and he starts jiggling his leg a little. I’m sure it’s because he’s excited to see you.”

“Oh.”

“Go see him. I’m sure he’d love to have you.”

You nodded. “Thanks Jayce, maybe I will.”

----

The walk over was blustery, causing you to shiver to the bone. Curse this damn skirt. You knew this wasn’t the right outfit for the current weather. Roads recently paved and bare, you did your best not to stumble over nothing in your heels. Your stockings were just thick enough to save you from the wind pricking your legs. There it is. After a ten minute walk (or a bus stop away, but one wouldn’t be coming for a while), you arrived outside of Viktor’s apartment. Eyeing the overbearing tower of rooms, you entered its plaza and pressed the button on the elevator. Your chest was growing tighter and tighter the further up you rose.

Ding. The elevator announced your arrival, and you paced yourself towards his apartment, trying to settle your aggressive heart. You knocked on his door, waiting for an answer. About a minute later, you knocked again. Nothing.

Shit, maybe he’s not here. Putting an ear to the door, you heard sounds of shuffling and a thump of a cane. The door creaked open and squinted eyes peered out at you.

There he was. In all of his disheveled--really disheveled--glory. Viktor had on a tartan bathrobe, with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cane in the other.

“Oh,” his eyes widened. “It’s not Friday already, is it?”

You shifted in your heels. “No, but, you weren’t at the lab today, so I figured I’d pop by to give you your lunch.” You held out a paper bag in front of you.

Ah, he didn’t have a free hand. You began to return the bag to your side as he leaned towards you and grabbed it with his teeth.

You stifled a laugh. Viktor was so awkward sometimes.

“W’d y’ like t’ c’me in?” he said, with a mouth full of lunch sack. 

“I have to get back to work, but thank you for the offer,” you giggled.

He took the bag out of his mouth with the hand resting on his cane. “I insist.”

“It’s not Friday,” you opposed.

He kicked the door open a little more and gestured you in. “I obviously didn’t have time to clean, so apologies for the mess. But please come in.”

A mess it was. Notes scattered across his coffee table, various trinkets strewn about, and a few jackets, as well as ties, draped over his two armchairs. Coffee stains permeated the table, as well as a bottle of whiskey right there in the open. 

Viktor turned around and grimaced. “I’m...well...welcome to my home.”

You watched him with a questioning smile. Does he live like this? But it didn’t truly matter to you, it was only a trivial part of his warm and welcoming persona. 

“Where should I sit?”

“Anywhere, really,” he signaled to the two chairs and began to trudge over to one.

You moved his jackets to the back of the chair and sat down. Observing around you, you noticed not just an utter mess, but some beautiful paintings. His home décor was interesting, to say the least, but not in an unpleasant way. A few planters, a statuette of a boat, and two bookshelves absolutely stuffed to the brim were the first few things you turned your eyes to. 

Viktor relaxed on his armchair and propped his cane against the side. He gazed at you with his usually-shining eyes, which were looking quite dull at the moment. The bags under his eyes were puffier than usual, and that worried you. His hair was askew and sticking out, and his bones looked tired and heavy.

“Are...you doing okay?” you asked.

Viktor shrugged. “As well as I can be. We stayed up pretty late, and other things may have gotten in the way of my slumber. And I’ve had a perpetual headache.”

“Right.” You studied your lap in shame.

“Dear, there is no need to be remorseful. I had a wonderful time last night,” he softly smiled. “Maybe I have not had the best morning, but I’m surviving. And now you’re here.”

You glanced up at him.

“Which makes my day even better.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. You could feel your face getting hotter as you brought your eyes back down to your lap. Recognizing you were embarrassed was only egging Viktor on, apparently.

“Would you like some coffee?” He brought up his cup and wiggled his wrist.

“No thank you, I already had some this morning.”

“Ah, yes. I’m sorry for leaving before you woke up. I...just didn’t find it appropriate to accidentally wake you up with my clamberings from a coffee cup,” his smile dropped. “I felt as though I should simply go home.”

You tapped your finger on your knee. “It was a little rude, but I understand.”

The two of you stared at each other longingly. It was obvious that there was tension in the air, and your thoughts began to wander to your actions of the previous night. The constriction between you two could be cut by a knife--so you decided to do something about it.

“Can I come over?”

“I’m not quite sure what you mean, my dear.”

“To sit in your lap.” You let out the hitched breath that you were holding for the entire conversation. “I want to be by you.”

Viktor gaped at you with bewilderment. “I suppose. Come here,” he drummed his thighs with his hands. 

You stood up and scooted towards him, setting yourself down on top of his lap. You felt the heat of your cheeks spread to your ears. Letting your head fall to the crook of his neck, you sighed. He felt so cold. You hoped you could warm him up, just a little, at least. He lifted one of his hands to stroke your hair, petting it with the utmost amount of gentleness. You were sure he could feel your smile grow as you placed your hand on his chest.

“This is pleasant,” he mumbled. “You’re very warm.”

“You’re just cold,” you mentioned. 

You lifted your head up and locked eyes with him, close to his lips, to his nose, to his freckles. You screamed a little inside. His eyebrows furrowed inquisitively, wondering what you were thinking. You moved in slowly, giving him a chaste kiss. Sitting back, you continued that longing gaze until you spoke.

“I really have to go. Heimerdinger will be upset if I don’t show back up,” you said, lamenting. “This has been nice. Thank you.” 

You rose from his lap, but a hand caught your wrist. You glimpsed down to see Viktor with his pleading honey eyes. 

“Kiss me before you go,” he urged.

You grinned. “I can do that.”

As you leaned down to kiss him, he grabbed your hips and replaced you on his lap. He smirked and cupped your face. He led you to a long, dragged out kiss. You hummed as he pulled your bottom lip with his teeth, tugging slightly. This was the same feeling in your gut as last night. Your unending desire to be with Viktor overcame you, pushing into his lips with yours. Both of your mouths opened to invite the other one in. His fingers became entangled in your hair as he pulled out your ponytail, letting it down. He moved the back of your head to draw you closer to his face. Tongues licked lips, lips became sore, and that soreness became elation.

Viktor gripped your jaw with his calloused hand and tilted it up towards the ceiling. He showered your neck with kisses and left--you’re certain--love marks on it. The room seemed to escalate in heat as he undid your tie, as well as the buttons on your shirt--he kissed your bare chest and slid his hands underneath your bralette. You shimmied your shirt off and pulled the bralette over your head, burning with hunger, aching with fervor as you witnessed how eager Viktor was to see your naked breasts.

Nipples peaked as Viktor brushed against them with his hands, making small circles around them with his fingers. He took a break from kissing your lips to latch on to one of your nipples with his mouth. He suckled on it, whirling his tongue around the perkiness. This elicited a profound moan from you, which made him hum with enthusiasm. He released that one, licking his way over to the other peak, where he made the same action. You burned this moment into your memory, one where a wetness soaked your thighs between your skirt and his erection moved against your cunt. 

You dragged your hand down Viktor’s chest to his aching bulge. “May I?” you questioned.

You weren’t sure what his response was going to be according to last night’s events, but you didn’t expect him to call you the sexiest colleague he had ever witnessed.

He nodded in anticipation as you stroked him through his bathrobe, moving to untie the tie. You opted to stand up to get him to shimmy off his robe, his entire body now bare. You let out a sigh, seeing his naked cock throb like that.

“Should we..?” you questioned.

“Lube is in my bedside table, in the bottom drawer. So are condoms,” he grumbled. “First door on the left.”

You hurried to his bedroom, tripping over yourself as you wildly scavenged through his bottom drawer. Aha! You rushed back to Viktor, seeing him stroke his length. He browsed your body with lidded eyes, letting little breaths out here and there as you stood, watching him move his slender fingers up and down his cock. After twenty seconds or so, Viktor broke the silence.

“Come here.”

“Y-yes sir,” you whimpered.

You made your way over to him, electing to shuffle over on your knees. You took the shaft for yourself, licking it across its length. Your lips wrapped around the tip as you slowly filled the rest of your mouth with him.

Oh, fuck, he’s big, you thought as you choked a little. However, you were determined to accept him, all of him, and ensure that he got the most pleasure out of it as he possibly could. You moved your head up and down, pacing yourself, getting groans out of him fairly consistently now. Using the lubrication of your spit, you gripped his cock and began to twist it below your bobbing head. You looked up at him, and he stared back at you, viewing your puckered lips. After a deep moan from him, you sped up a bit, and--

“H--hngnh.”

Your eyes widened with surprise as a bitter liquid filled your already-full mouth. You take Viktor’s cock out of you, and little lines of cum dripped out from between your lips. You used your hand to try and cup the droplets, and swallowed what you could, but all you felt was awe. That...hadn’t even been two minutes. You peered up and saw that he had a hand covering his face.

“Um,” you began.

“It’s...been a while,” he said sheepishly, hiding under his hand.

You gawked at his face as he peeked through his fingers. He glanced away, avoiding eye contact with you.

“It’s alright, I just wasn't expecting that, I guess?” you cringed a little, not knowing whether to call it a win or be embarrassed for him. “I...better get going, anyways.” You stood up and began to turn away.

“Y/n.”

You turned back towards him, blushes occupying both of your faces.

“This doesn’t change anything, right?” Viktor murmured.

You glared at him with mock irritation. “Of course it doesn’t, silly.” You sat on his lap again, ruffling his hair. “It just makes me feel proud that I did something right.”

He laughed. “You certainly did, I’ll give you that.” he took your hand and kissed your wrist. “Thank you. That was wonderful.”

You leaned in to give him a kiss, but he put a hand up to your chest.

“You have cum on your face.”

You internally screamed and wiped it off the best you could with his bathrobe’s sleeve.

“Hm, thanks for that,” he said with disdain. 

You shifted towards him again. “Now can I kiss you?”

Viktor didn’t answer, just tilted towards you and gave you a kiss that left you wanting more. You were still out-of-your-mind horny, after all. You might have asked to use his restroom, just to relieve yourself. Until he reached towards your thighs, lazily petting the insides of them. Prickling arose from your stockings, causing goosebumps to shoot up your legs. He instructed you to stand up and take them off.

“Take...what off?” you wondered.

“Socks. And skirt--and panties, if you don’t mind,” he said with a grin.

You shivered with anticipation as you followed his orders, shedding your stockings, skirt, and leaving yourself standing in front of him in just your underwear. Folding your arms over your chest, feeling too exposed, you stared at the floor, glancing up every once in a while. He ran his eyes up and down your body, humming quietly. 

He beckoned to you with his long index finger. Drawing you closer. 

“Sit.”

“O-okay.”

He dragged a finger sensually down your ribcage, stomach, and then landed on your vulva. He unhooked the side of your panties and slid his fingers towards the beginning of your entrance.

“Is this alright?”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you plead.

He angled your body to make access to your cunt easier and dipped one of his fingers in. Like being shocked by an electric eel, your spine tremored with energy as you rocked onto his hand. You were practically a blubbering mess as he used his other hand to circle your clit, rubbing it gently with the softest touch--and you could just wail.

You mewled at the addition of another finger inside you. 

“More is fine then, yes?”

“Yes,” you said in the most exasperated voice you could muster.

“Then stand up,” Viktor ordered. 

“What? Please, I just need--”

He led you off of him, using your arms to assist as he stood up as well. Twirling you around, he pushed you to a seated position on the armchair. Kneeling, he heaved your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself between your thighs. Panties were discarded off to the side as he rubbed your outer thighs.

Oh fuck, oh God.

Viktor motioned to you to spread your legs a bit further apart, and immediately dove in to lick your entire entrance. Dragging his tongue inside your labia, you cried out. Mercy, God, mercy. He dipped two fingers into your cunt and started the come here motion. Steady, steady. He sped up a bit with his fingers, circling your clit with his tongue, faster and faster. He flicked his tongue against you, masterfully pacing himself with every touch. You wailed out as he sped up his motions.

“Oh, fuck, I’m--ah--mmm!”

Your orgasm erupted through your body, and pleasure welled up in your gut as you cried out once more. He hadn’t stopped. Continuing to stroke your cunt, he dipped his tongue inside your entrance and swirled it, licking the insides while rubbing your clit with his fingers.

“Wait--please--” you begged.

Your insides felt as though they were going to burst as you grabbed his hair and pulled it back from you, breathing heavy. He still nonchalantly petted your clit with his finger, eyeing you with his amber stare. He was letting you ride the high. With an eyebrow raised, he leaned back, setting his hands on his thighs. 

“Feeling better?” Viktor’s voice was as mellifluous as ever.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you think?”

“Mm, my vote is a yes,” he responded mockingly.

You glanced at the grandfather clock near the doorway. One-twenty. Shit. Heimerdinger will be absolutely furious, or at the least, concerned.

You abruptly stood up, helping Viktor stand along the way. “I need to go. Now.”

He gazed over at the clock as well, pouting. “I suppose you do.”

“Will I still see you Friday?” you enquired.

“Well, you will see me tomorrow on your lunch break, won’t you?”

“Don’t tease me. Can I still come over?” you huffed.

Viktor smiled with those alluring lips of his. “I would like that very much.”

You gave him a lingering kiss. Then, you threw your clothes on, hastily buttoning your shirt and tucking it into your bottoms. You pulled your stockings up, tied your windsor-knot tie, and put on your heels that were discarded by the door. You turned around to see that Viktor had adorned his bathrobe once more.

“Have a safe walk back, my dear.”

You beamed. “I will. Feel better, okay?”

“Alright. I’ll plan on it.” Viktor returned a soft smile to you. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

----

As you blazed through the entrance to your work’s building, you unfortunately had the pleasure of bumping into Heimerdinger.

“Ooo! I was wondering where you were. Feeling alright?” he pried.

“Yes, just had some things to take care of,” you lied. “So sorry I’m late, sir.”

“You need to be more attentive of the time, yes? That might cause problems in the future.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He walked off in the opposite direction you were heading, thank God. “Also--you look quite nice with your hair down.”

You hadn’t even noticed that you forgot to tie your hair back up. You ran to the bathroom, inspecting yourself in the mirror. Lipstick smudged, hair disheveled, and a sloppily-knotted tie were a dead giveaway. You cursed at yourself in the mirror. You tried to comb your hair with your fingers, pulling it back into a bumpy ponytail. Oh well. Straightening your tie, you gave yourself a once-over, ensuring everything was set in place. Much better.

As you sat back down at your desk, the phone rang. You straightened your back, shuffling a little bit before answering.

“Mr. Heimerdinger’s office, how may I assist you?”

----

“Viktor!” You quickened your step into a hop-pace to land yourself in front of him. “I brought lunch, and you can’t squirrel out of eating this time, okay?”

Viktor blessed you with a soft smile (oh God) and took the plastic tupperware from you. “Thank you, my dear. Always a pleasure to have you around. I’m certain you must be busy with assisting Heimerdinger, but surely you might want to stay for the time being, yes?”

Nodding a little too furiously, you followed him to the wooden square table in the corner of his and Jayce’s lab. Viktor pulled a chair out for you and gestured to it. You graciously took up his offer, sitting down and scooting your chair in. He walked to the seat across from you and plopped down as gracefully as a man with a bum leg can. The two of you made eye contact--those beautiful, shining golden eyes that reflect the neon lights emitting from the Hextech devices behind you. You bit into one of the sandwiches you prepared and offered him a--let’s be honest--bit of an awkward smile.

Viktor chuckled a tad before asking: “Are you feeling quite alright? You’re...flushed. Are you ill?”

In a moment of panic, you choked on the snack. “Yes--no! Of course I’m alright!” You composed yourself before adding, “I just have something on my mind, that’s all.”

“Oh? Care to share?”

As if you didn’t think it could get any hotter than it was in here, the temperature rose. “You need to eat your sandwich, you know.”

“I know that’s not what is truly on your mind.”

You ran over this question time and time again, on loop, for the past few days. It had taken you this much time to finally muster up the courage to ask him.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Well, I was, um, wondering if you might like to, um, come to my place tonight? I have a bottle of Merlot that needs cracking open,” you said, bashfully.

 Viktor seemed to ponder your words. “Hm.”

“If you’re not stuck in the lab all night, that is,” you added.

“I’ll consider it,” he said as he crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. “I have a little bit more work to do, so I’m not making any promises.”

You nodded your head. “Sure, I get it. If you’re still interested later today, eight, maybe?”

“Eight.”

---

You arrived home at seven on the dot, exhausted from all of Heimerdinger’s gifts of paperwork. Heels got kicked off, a tie came undone, and hair was let down. You flumped on your bed before letting out a dramatic sigh.

Time to get to the real work.

You brushed your hair for the second time today, choosing to put it in a half up-do instead of your usual tight, business ponytail. You reapplied your lipstick. Opting for a darker red this time, of course. A red dress? No, too blatant. Perhaps a white blouse with a red pencil skirt. That’s much better. You grabbed a bottle of Merlot from your wine rack and picked up two glasses along the way. You sat them down on your living room table, stood up straight, and hummed to yourself. It looked excellent. Yourself, as well, you may add. This would be a perfect night.

If he’s even coming, you thought to yourself.

Eight rolled by, and still no sign of Viktor. Eight-thirty, nine passed as well. You cursed. You felt yourself growing increasingly disappointed as the clock ticked on.

I might as well start getting ready for bed, you sighed as you let your hair down.

At nine-ten, a sturdy knock emitted from the door. You perked up. 

“Yes?”

A cough and a soft hello came from the other side. Viktor. You bounced up from your couch and half-jogged over to the door, opening it to see Viktor’s tired eyes.

“Oh, um, hello! Come in!” You grin. You ushered him to the leather chair seated perpendicular to the couch, uncorked the bottle of wine, and eagerly poured two glasses. 

“Here,” you said, handing him the glass. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Yes, I as well. I’m dreadfully sorry that I’m so late,” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just, the future in my hands and all--”

“I understand. You don’t have to make excuses, I’m just glad you’re here.”

His shoulders relaxed a bit. “Hah, yes, well, I’m not sure I’ll be much company. I’m quite tired.”

“No, no, please,” you blurted out. “I’m more than happy just to be in your presence.”

You squeaked and clapped a hand over your mouth. Viktor simply raised an eyebrow. He used the arms of the chair to readjust himself, leaning closer towards you. 

“Is that so?” He questioned.

“Well,” you took a gulp of wine. “I just look up to you...r work. I admire the precision and details of everything you craft, it’s like...like magic.”

His body softened when he heard you say this. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Sure,” you peep.

The two of you sat in an not-entirely-uncomfortable silence for a few moments. This was a common experience in the lab with just the two of you--him working so diligently on his project and you simply observing on your lunch break. You noticed Viktor...might have brushed his hair? He’s wearing his vest and black slacks from earlier today, but he seems a bit tidier, perhaps. His chestnut hair sat pleasantly in place, locks fluffing out from either side of his head, framing his angled jaw. He looked sharp in his suit--did he iron it?--and his tie wasn’t the usual sloppy four-in-hand knot. Yet, his face was pale, a little too pale to be healthy, and his under-eyes were darker than ever. You hadn’t noticed he had grown so thin, either. His muscles are atrophied, yes, but if he doesn’t look like the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, who might it be? 

You knew you were staring a little too long when Viktor cut in.

“You look nice,” he said.

You paused. “...Would you like some more wine?”

---

After a couple glasses, you felt as if the conversation was going along brilliantly. Both Viktor and you had advanced through the initial awkwardness of being at your place, alone, together, and began to traverse on calmer waters, making a little deeper conversation than small talk, cracking jokes, laughing. You hadn’t seen him grin that hard almost ever. Maybe once or twice.

Now, after a couple more glasses and another bottle, you felt charming. Bold. Sexy. You acted more confident than you were at the beginning of this encounter, for sure. The red skirt rode up a little bit more. You laughed harder than usual, giggling about how Viktor looked statuesque. He was too beautiful for you to comprehend. Eyes locked for an extended period of time again. Please, let this moment be real. I don’t want my heart broken. You took a sip of the wine--well, attempted to--and ended up spilling a good half a glass down your white blouse.

“Shit,” you grimaced. You grabbed a napkin and began scrubbing the shirt.

“Dab, my dear,” Viktor offered.

“What?”

He made a come here motion. You paced over to him, napkin in hand. He nabbed the cloth from your hand and dabbed the wine spill. The splash had cascaded down almost your entire shirt. You blushed with the intensity of a thousand suns as he pressed the napkin on your stomach, then your chest. He looked up towards you.

“Are you alright?” he enquired.

“Yes, but, I think this shirt may be toast.”

“Take it off, then.”

Did I hear him correctly?

“Ex...excuse me?”

“I said take it off. Grab a new one,” he restated.

You stood there for a moment, hazy from the embarrassment and the wine. You know what? I think I will take it off.

You untucked your blouse from your skirt and began to undo the buttons. The shirt cascaded down to the floor as you stood in front of Viktor in your lace bra. He stared at you intently, taking quick glances down towards your cleavage.

“Uh, I, didn’t entirely mean that it had to be so sudden,” he blinked, slightly perplexed.

You don’t know what compelled you to take this next action, whether it was intoxication or an act of newfound courage, but you took a step forward and plunked down on his lap, straddling him. His face, already flushed from the alcohol, reddened even further as you leaned closer towards him. Your breasts clearly engulfed his sight now, so it was either staring at them, or making piercing eye contact. He chose the latter.

“You know, you sure are passionate about your current projects. That’s why you spend all that time in the lab, right?” You got closer to his right ear as you whispered softly, “Could I be one of those...experiments?”

You pulled back from his ear to look in his honeyed eyes again. You ran a hand through his soft hair, fluffing it a little bit. Eyes heavy-lidded, you leaned in once more. His parted lips were a champagne pink, and you ghosted your lips with his, not quite touching.

“I want you, you know. You’re a smart man. I’m sure you’ve taken notice.”

Viktor’s eyes danced. “Yes, I suppose it wasn’t the most difficult thing to observe,” his accent heavier than usual. 

“So the question is,” you said as your hand reached behind your back, “if you want me too.”

Snap. You unhooked the latch of your bra and let it fall to his lap. You lost your eye contact with him as his eyes trailed down to your exposed breasts. He pursed his lips as he gripped the arms of the chair. It almost felt like a mistake to you as he looked away, just for a moment.

“Ah,” he breathed. “Fuck it.”

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a tight kiss. Oh, God, it was more than anything you had imagined. Shivers ran down your spine as your tongues met, and you melted in his mouth as he caressed your jaw with his long, spindly fingers. A heat immediately engulfed you, your face reddening, your chest blooming with months-long yearning. This painful pining had previously gotten you nowhere, and now you had the man you desired all over you. The endless nights staring at the ceiling, daydreaming about him when you could be working, using your vibrator thinking only of him. Moaning into your pillow was the only option--and now here you are, doing so right in Viktor’s ear. Your teeth clash with his, sloppily kissing his puffy lips. Hair grabbed and pulled back, Viktor used it as leverage to open up the space between your jawline and shoulder. He peppered kisses down your neck, nipping and suckling every few moments. You attempted to stifle a groan, yet to no avail. 

In this moment, euphoria was all that you could feel. And you hadn’t even truly begun. 

Viktor’s hands slid down your spine, opting to move one towards the front of your body, gripping your left breast and landing the other one on the back of your neck. Pulling you in closer, chests touching, he kissed you with the passion of--perhaps--months of desire as well. Your nipples hardened as he tightened his grip on your breast. Fully peaked, he took your nipple between his fingers and rolled it, drawing a gasp from your mouth, still interlocked with his. 

“Mmm, I like that sound,” he murmured.

“Of--hah--what?” you sighed.

He tweaked your nipple once more, harsher than the last movement. You let out a soft moan. The look in his eyes darkened as he continued to do so.

“That, my dear,” he said with a smug grin.

His hands moved to your ass, encouraging you to get closer to his hips. You let out a small squeak of surprise as you slid onto his erection. The pressure of it was too much for your cunt and the pooling wetness between your thighs. Exhilaration arose from the both of you when you began rolling your hips, eliciting a deep groan from the man in front of you. 

A groan, a murmur of curses, and increasingly shaky breaths were all you needed to hop up from his lap and kneel in front of the chair. You palmed his bulge as you found your way to his zipper. Undoing the button, you slowly unzipped his pants, releasing some of the pressure that had built up. He hissed a tad before snapping back to reality.

“What are you--”

You kissed Viktor’s erection through his underwear, spotting a damp mark forming at the tip. You wanted to make this last as long as possible to feed your desperate hunger, but you became too excited with the thought of seeing him. Taking the lip of his underwear and sliding it down, his cock sprang from his boxer-briefs as he sighed a breath of relief. Already dripping with precum, you slowly began to stroke his length. Gentle hands, light touches, and your doe eyes looking up at him were all it took to make him throw his head back and grumble. You eye his cock, considering what you should do next. Then, it comes to you. You had never done this with anyone before, but you took the tip of his penis and wrapped your lips around it.

Viktor jerked and pushed you off of him. “No, this is...much too soon. You do realize that, right?”

“But--”

“We’re colleagues,” he lamented.

“I--I thought--,” you blushed, tears pricking your eyes.

“You need to stop and think about this.”

For some reason, that set you off.

“I have thought about it! I think about it every fucking day! When I stand by your side,” you whimper, “when I stand by your side all I can think about is what it would be like to kiss you. To make love to you. To fall in love with you.”

Viktor paused for a moment, taking this all in. He stuffed his now-softening erection back into his pants, zipped it up, and met eyes with you with a heart-aching smile. Smoothing out his vest, he patted his lap with his hands. His golden eyes looked regretful, which made your chest tighten even more. You got up and settled yourself in his lap.

“I wish you had just told me about this little plan of yours. I would have mentally prepared myself more,” he murmured. 

You winced. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize what...what could happen. Tonight. Trust me, I only invited you over for a drink. Nothing malicious, okay?”

He shook his head. “No need to apologize. We should just...take things a little slower, no?”

No, you thought.

“I understand. Okay.” You felt weak, a combination of the drinks and the overheating of emotions that just occurred. “We can still be friends, right?”

He was taken aback. “I was thinking we might be a bit more than that, but, if you want to remain--”

“No!” you exclaimed. 

Oh God, please no.

You softened your gaze. “No. We can definitely be more than friends.”

“That certainly works for me. You’re always welcome at my home, as well. Perhaps this Friday?”

You smiled. “That sounds wonderful,” you sway a bit on his lap. “Maybe not so many drinks, though.”

He chuckled. “That might be a good idea.”

If you knew anything about awkward goodbyes, this one may hurt the most. You prepared yourself for the worst type of parting. You got up from Viktor’s lap, and he gripped his cane to heave himself up. As soon as he’d done so, he keeled over and bumped into the coffee table. 

“Oh dear,” he faltered.

You tried to catch him, but you ended up overshooting and knocking heads with him. The two of you glared at each other. And burst into laughter. The richness of his laugh was like caramel for the ears, and you desired to engulf yourself in it. His smile was so bright, so brilliant, that all you wanted to do is kiss those lips all over again.

“Would you like to, maybe, sleep on the couch?”

“That might be for the best now, hm?”

You grabbed a blanket and pillow from the linen closet and handed it to him. 

“I’m gonna get ready for bed. I don’t have a spare toothbrush, so...sorry,” you mentioned.

“Not a worry at all.” He settled into the blanket, long legs spilling over the couch. “Sweet dreams.”

You gave him a quick kiss before returning to your bedroom door.

Certainly he’d be hovering over another one of his projects, and he’d turn to look at you, flip up his goggles, and smile that adorable little smile of his. When you opened the door to the lab, you stepped inside to view...nobody. It was empty. You took a look around, creeping in further, until you saw Viktor with his head resting on an arm. Softly breathing, he appeared as peaceful as one could be. Well, as peaceful as an insomniac with an obsession over his experiments could.

An idea sparked your brain. You closed the door quietly behind you and removed your heels to not make a noise. You crept over to him, eyeing his tired face and sunken eyes. This would be a treat for him, you’re sure. You crouched underneath the desk, positioning yourself between his thighs. Moving as slowly as possible, you undid his button, as well as his zipper, and pushed open the window to his underwear. Tenderly nudging down his boxer-briefs, you drew out his cock from under the fabric. You paused for a moment from feeling a shift above you. As soon as he settled back down, you took his length into your mouth, sucking slightly. You moved a bit more, steadying it with your palm and trailed your tongue up and down.

Viktor stirred above you, letting a quiet what the fuck escape his mouth. He suddenly jerked up and whipped his head around him, finally landing on your face full of cock below. His shoulders softened when he realized it was you.

“Oh, you dirty little thing,” he hissed.

“You’re not busy, are you?” you innocently asked, using your biggest doe eyes possible.

“Obviously not,” he glared. “I was minding my business and then awoke to a person with a dick down their throat. My dick.”

You giggled. “Are you bothered by that?”

“Mm. I don’t believe so.” He looked up to the ceiling and sighed. “Carry on.”

Viktor folded his arms and gazed down at you expectantly. You felt your face flush red as you continued your work, tasting his tip, moving down his shaft until arriving at the base of his cock. Bobbing your head, you minded your teeth, tightening your lips. You pulled off of him as he groaned. He had hardened in a moment’s notice due to your interference. You spit in your hands, rubbing the two of them together to create a makeshift lube. His cock twitched in anticipation. You brought your mouth to him again, taking in his entire length, to lubricate it once more.

Gripping his cock with both hands, you began to twist in opposite directions. Gentle at first, but sped up as time went on. Up and down, twisting, your hands moved together, creating a rhythm. You added your mouth, taking the tip of his length into your lips as you circled it with your needy tongue. You continued to pump your hands up and down. You took a pause with one of your hands to cradle his testicles, rolling them in your hands.

You glanced up at Viktor, who was watching every move you made, and appeared absolutely undone. He panted, sweat dripping down his forehead. His breath shook. You slipped one of his balls into your mouth, sucking on it. Your hands still moved at a consistent rate--hearing his hindered breaths only supported your endeavor. He strung together some moans and mumblings of curses.

“I’m not going to--hah--be much longer, my d-dear,” he choked out.

You pursued your task. Keeping one hand wrapped tightly around his cock--twisting and pumping at the same time--you added your soft lips back into the mix, kissing the tip. You swiveled your tongue along his dorsal nerve, then engulfed the rest of his head in your mouth. Your lips bounced up and down, stacked against your fist. One of your hands made its way to his balls to fondle them. His jerks and moans spilling from his mouth caused you to think that maybe, just maybe, he was almost over the edge.

Working faster, you wrapped your lips over your teeth to add more pressure. You moved up and down a few more times with this trick, and Viktor lost it.

His moans elicited a twinge of excitement from your lower region. You pulled your lips off his cock as his seed spilled out of him, landing on your nose, cheeks, mouth, and chin. It was a sight to behold, him wiped out like that. He used the arms of the chair to rest back on, his eyes fluttering, and released all the tension he’d held in his spine.

He gazed down at you, smiling gently. “Wonderful. You’re simply...wonderful.”

You must have been an interesting sight, with cum cascaded down your face, but all he appeared to see was your shimmering eyes.

“Go wash up, alright? You know where the sink is,” he stated, gesturing to it.

“Will do,” you agreed as you crawled out from underneath the desk.

“Good girl.”

You paused. “Hm?”

“What, do you want me to say it again?” He used a cocky tone of voice, one that he didn’t normally share. “You’ll have to wait for the next time you deserve it.”

Mouth agape, you stared at him. You felt dizzy for a moment. What..?

“Well, I have to thank you, that gave me some energy to get back to work.” He cracked his knuckles and began tinkering away once more. “Let me know if I can do anything for you.”

---

You felt giddy as you strode back to your post. You bumped into Jayce along the way, and you momentarily exchanged hellos before continuing on.

“Hey, you eat a sandwich or something? You got some mayo on your shirt,” he commented.

Your face felt impossibly hot. “Oh, thanks for the catch!” You wiped your hand across the ‘mayonnaise’, smearing it even more. You blushed harder. “Well, off to the washroom I go.”

“See ya later!”

“Bye, Jayce.”

You cursed Viktor’s name as you walked towards the bathroom. You would have been angrier if it wasn’t your fault. In the bathroom, you took a paper towel and dabbed at your chest, wiping off the remainder of the cum. Damn him.

You sat at your desk once more, filling out a stack of paperwork filled with odds and ends and jargon that made close to zero sense to anyone else but you. You still managed to make it through, however--you are a smart cookie. Plunged into your work, you didn’t notice a figure creeping behind you.

“Boo.”

You yelled, sat up straight, and promptly spilled papers all over the floor. You turned around with a fiery rage in your eyes, furrowing your brows and frowning to the maximum.

Viktor winced. “Now, I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that stare, would I?” He pressed a book to your chest. “Read this. You might like it.”

You looked down and accepted the book. The cover featured a three-tier serving tray filled with blue and purple cupcakes. Oh! A recipe journal! You had taken up baking a few months ago, mainly to get your two boys some needed calories. You swore, Jayce had the appetite of a starving peasant child and Viktor? Well, Viktor grew up in the Undercity. All he knew was hunger. His appetite was null and void, so you baked him something extra tasty now and then just to get him to scarf something down.

“Thank you!” you beamed. “Wait, one, I’m still mad at you, and two, why didn’t you just give this to me later?” You narrowed your eyes. “What are you up to?”

“Oh, feisty today, are we? Well, since you asked,” he leaned against your desk. “I also wanted to do this.”

He tilted down towards you and pressed his lips against yours. It lingered, and as the two of you separated, you wanted more. You grabbed his face with both hands and brought him back to you, kissing him harder. You had forgotten the warmth in your stomach from earlier today, but it swelled again immediately. Viktor pulled back, only to bring himself forward again to let your lips clash. You hummed with delight as your kiss deepened. Those lips of his were so damn delectable. Every kiss gave you another spark, lit another internal flame. Viktor stood up, supporting himself on his cane.

An ah-hem emitted from the door. The both of you glanced up to see a Yordle standing with a book tucked under his arm, a brow raised questionably at the two of you.

“Ah! Professor Heimerdinger. Pleasure to see you.” Viktor turned towards you and winked. “I’ll be on my way now.”

“So, since we’re letting a little love game get in the way of our work now, would you like to inform me on what is going on?” Heimerdinger nagged. “Are the two of you dating?”

Viktor interrupted your yes with a no.

You stare at him intensely. “I’m sorry, did you just say no?”

He hesitated a bit. “I sense I said something wrong.”

“Well, I can see there are some things that need to be worked out here,” Heimerdinger began picking up some of the scattered papers, “but I need y/n to focus. Alright?”

“Yes, sir,” said you and Viktor, simultaneously.

Viktor gave you a little wave as he limped out the door.

“Interesting development in your life, hm?” Heimerdinger noted.

You grimaced. “Very.”

----

“I don’t know what you meant by that!” you chided. “You put your tongue in my vagina. Many times. How is that not dating?”

“We’ve been fucking,” replied Viktor. “I didn’t realize that it had a title, necessarily.”

You raised your hands up in the air with frustration. Your heart pounded in your chest as tears pricked at your eyes. “I-I just,” you lowered your hands down with a sigh, “I thought it was more than just sex, y’know?”

Viktor was obviously taken aback by this. “It certainly is. That’s not…” he ran a hand through his fluffy head of hair. “That’s not what I meant by that.”

You scowled at him. “And what did you mean?”

“Listen.” He positioned himself in front of you, leaning on his cane. “If you want to date, then...let’s date.”

Tears began to cascade down your face. You had no idea why you were so torn up about this, but all you could feel was confusion, frustration, and irritation. “I don’t want it if you don’t want it.”

“Oh, dear, please don’t cry.” He brought you to his chest. “Shh. I’m sorry. You’re aware that it wasn’t what I meant, right?”

“Then tell me what you want,” your voice was muffled against his vest.

He lifted up your chin to stare into your eyes. “I would be ecstatic to have you as a partner.”

You let out a tiny sob. “Are you sure?”

“Truly. And,” he gave you a chaste kiss, “that means I would be your boyfriend.”

You looked into his honeyed eyes. You knew he was sincere. “I’d like that.”

He stroked your hair, grinning at you. “So, would you like cunnilingus on the couch as an apology?”

You shook your head. “You are the most intelligent person I’ve ever met, but I swear, you’re dumber than a box of rocks sometimes.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

----

“Fuck,” you whined out.

Viktor had weaseled you into his bed for another late night session.

Whimpering was all that you could do in place of words, cursing and squirming in place as your thighs wrapped around Viktor’s neck. He expertly caressed you, licking into your folds gently, grazing one side at a time. Deepening his tongue into your cunt, he brushed your clit with his nose, warranting soft moans of pleasure. He took his index and middle fingers and pushed it into your hole, adding to the ardency. Tongue and fingers working together to create perfect harmony. His other hand caressed the outside of your thigh, digging his fingers into your skin.

Your heart sang with glee as he kissed your clit, sucking and whirling his tongue around it. He sucked harder and harder, then let it go completely in favor of giving your labia soft kisses. Returning to more gentle motions made you squirm. You needed more intensity. More heat. You gripped his hair and forced him closer to your cunt, signaling Viktor to start fuckin’ working, buddy.

Writhing in a state of euphoria--the room spinning, eyes clenching, and vision blurring was what overtook your body as Viktor nabbed your clit with his lips and tugged. He drank in every bit of you, lapping your folds as his fingers’ pace quickened. Through ragged breaths, what you could express was jubilation and ecstasy. You grasped tufts of chocolate hair with your hands, throwing your head back and letting out another moan. He moved the hand that was on your thigh to your clit, circling it with his thumb. He tongued between your folds. His other hand was still beckoning within you, rubbing your g-spot. It was too much for you to bear. You felt a wave ride up from the pit of your stomach, cascading up your spine and buzzing in your ears.

“A-ah--aah!” you cried out. “Vik-t-tor, haaah.”

Mumbling wordlessly, you saw Viktor raise his head from between your thighs. He took one of your hands from his head and kissed the back of it.

“Was that pleasant, my dear?” His mouth tightened into a smug grin.

You stroked his hair with your other hand. “Yes...hah...yes.” You flopped your body back down to the bed and sighed a breath of relief. Viktor sat up and shifted over to his place in bed.

“Here,” he suggested, “come here.”

You scooted closer to him as he brought the blanket over the both of you. You laid your head on his chest and let out a small exhale. Being together like this, cuddling up to his body, brought a sense of relief. It was just the two of you, together. Wrapped in each other. He kissed the top of your head. Petting your hair, he lifted your chin up to give you an innocent peck. Pure, pure bliss. All you could do with the heart pounding in your chest was try to manage your breathing. In, out. In, out. You felt yourself drifting off as you heard a croaking snore from Viktor.

“Pfft,” you giggled, trying your best to stifle it.

“Hmm?” Viktor replied lazily.

You hid your smile in his chest. “You snore.”

“Ah, so I’ve heard. Sorry. Not much I can do about that.”

“It’s okay. It just means I have to fall asleep first.”

He sighed. “Good luck with that.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while, just listening to each other breathe. His arm wrapped around your waist, your head on his chest. If someone told you about this moment a couple weeks ago or so, you’d call them crazy.

“I really like you,” you said, tenderly.

Viktor shifted his head to look at you. “Well, I surely hope you do.”

“Do you like me?”

“Hm, let me think about that for a moment.” He paused. “I believe so.”

You let out a small peep. “Oh.”

“Did I say something wrong?”

You scooted your body closer to him. You nuzzled your head into his elongated neck, tickling it with your nose.

“I just...never thought this was even possible.”

“Ah. Neither did I.”

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

Viktor sipped in a breath. “Well, since you mentioned it, I did notice that you had some...feelings...for me, perhaps. When you started working for Heimerdinger, and he offered you up as a hard worker who enjoyed the idea of working with Hextech, I was already looking forward to meeting you.” He paused, blushing a bit. “Then I saw how beautiful you were. Are.”

You motioned your hand to get him to continue.

“And when you started bringing us lunch every day, I got to see you more. I recall how you flushed when our fingers grazed, or when our eyes lingered on each other. You weren’t the same around Jayce as you were with me.” He sighed. “I have no idea how you didn’t notice my affections as well.”

“Your...affections?”

“If you hadn’t realized, I actually took a break whenever you came in with lunch. I’d hardly do that for anyone else,” he chuckled.

You gasped. You knew he was in the lab late, and even slept there, but you hadn’t realized that it had meant so much for him to take some time off.

“I doubted either of us would make a move,” he said.

You giggled. “It just took a glass of wine.”

“Or four--five?”

“Whatever,” you grinned.

Both of you locked eyes and laughed. You waited for a moment, opening your mouth, but got cut off by Viktor.

“We should sleep then, yes? Friday is tomorrow,” he teased.

“Tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, my dear.”

It was a mourning holiday in Zaun, and you wanted nothing more than to be at home with Silco and Jinx to observe it. But you couldn’t. Instead, you had to play the diligent spy and gather all the information you could on the Man of Progress himself. So you had to observe the day alone and far above your home.

You were alone in the lab, heart aching for the chaotic company of your strange little family, as you lit the candle for the rickety old lantern that would hang in the window until morning to show the souls of the dead that they were remembered. Yes, you could have avoided any possible questions by hanging it back at your tiny apartment, but the Zaun-driven fear of the fire risk was simply too great for your mind to ignore even in the relatively fireproof city of Piltover. Back home, that would have been a great way to burn down an entire sector.

Of course, it was right as you were putting it in the window that Jayce and Viktor returned from their lunch.

“What’ve you got there?” Jayce asked immediately.

As if to counter that, Viktor asked, “Is it that day already?” Losing time was a specialty of his, you knew. He probably thought today’s date was sometime last week before now.

“Same day as it always is,” you teased quietly, heart once again panging at the lack of your family.

“Of course,” came the amused reply.

“You two wanna tell me what you’re talking about?”

“Undercity holiday,” Viktor explained patiently. “I would have done this with you if I’d realized.”

“Then why do you look so sad?” 

You didn’t answer him, too distracted by Viktor’s kindness. Maybe you weren’t alone as you’d thought, you realized. Jayce was of course an outsider, but Viktor was one of you. He would always be one of you at heart even if his desire to help his friend succeed outweighed his attachment to Zaun at times. Maybe you could include him in these little rituals while you were here. He wouldn’t replace your lover or your daughter, but, “Thank you, Vitya,” you found yourself whispering.

“Guys?”

“It is a day of mourning, Jayce. Not exactly a happy holiday.”