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Lizard - Chapter Fourteen - Viktor/OFC

Pairing: Viktor/OFC

Synopsis: After ten years of working as a hired gun in the pits of Zaun, Elizabeth (Lizard, for some) finds her way back in the company of her childhood best friend who has thought her dead for the past five years.

Or, two idiots are in love and are too emotionally constipated to admit it.

A/N: I've said this before, but I really consider this story an origin for Lizard. So, let's pretend that Lizard's a champion in LoL, huh? And we all know how fun and happy the origin stories for our heroes are!

Insert here: glorious evolution! let's make everyone robots!

Rating: Mature audience only.

Chapter Fourteen on AO3

Viktor tells me exactly what he is thinking from that moment on.

Is both my nightmare and my dream. I find myself losing the grace of an assassin, and instead tripping over my feet and bumbling over my words every time he pays me a compliment. It is even worse when he does it in the company of Jayce.

‘When did you realise?’ I ask him one day, as we walk from his rooms to the lab. ‘That you didn’t like me as a, uh, as a friend’.

Viktor hums, his gaze pitched forward as we walk, and shrugs one shoulder. ‘I do like you as a friend, Elizabeth’. After a moment, he casts my annoyed expression a small smirk. ‘There has never been a moment that I have not been entirely aware I am besotted with you, dorogoy’. Viktor watches form the corner of my eye as my expression melts from exasperated to frustrated, his smirk lifting. ‘And you?’

I watch him, as his eyes drift forward and his mouth flattens. He was always so careful. Always so protective of his own weaknesses. ‘I’ve already told you this,’ I murmur, as we round the corner to the lab. ‘Since the day I found you with that boat on the riverbed’.

Viktor huffs a sudden laugh. ‘You make it sound so romantic. That river was so full of chemicals, that I am surprised we are still breathing today’. He pauses, the only sound his cane hitting the stone floors. ‘Imagine,’ he hums. ‘What could have been avoided if we had both been brave enough to admit this to one another’.

I look at the floor. ‘There’s no point in thinking about what could have been, Viktor,’ I murmur in return. He looks at me, and I him. ‘I spent five years thinking about if I had gone with you; if I hadn’t made you think I was dead-’ I shake my head. ‘Thinking like that will only make us ill. Ruby taught me that’.

Viktor stays silent as we pause before the lab door. With a sigh, he nods. ‘You are right. I would like to meet this Ruby one day, in the future. She offered you kindness in those years I did not see you’.

My smile lifts as I look up at him. ‘She did,’ I agree. I duck my head and bite back a smirk, thinking of the other things Ruby had taught me. ‘She taught me other things, too,’ I add, gaze creeping back up to Viktor’s politely interested one. ‘Things that might come in handy, one day’. My words are breezy, but my tone is decidedly not.

Viktor, who is well aware of Ruby’s profession, swallows and cocks a brow. ‘Oh?’

I smile, place my hand on the door, and push. ‘You’ll see,’ I tell him brightly.

Jayce greets us with a smile and a, ‘You just missed Sky’. I nod, whilst Viktor expresses that he has hardly seen the girl the last few weeks. I duck my head, knowing full well why the kind girl hardly lingered around Viktor anymore.

I feel selfishly pleased, the undercity in me rearing its ugly head.

Forty minutes later, in the wake of Jayce plopping a pair of goggles over his eyes and working on a loud machine, I feel hot breath at my ear and low voice murmuring, ‘It is unfair to tease me like that in public, Elizabeth’.

I jump and turn, finding Viktor leaning on his cane behind me. His mouth quirks at my attention, and I fight a blush as I reply airily, ‘Oh?’

Viktor smirks, gaze narrowing. He leans forward until our noses brush, and adds, ‘Especially when I am so very aware of what you sound like when you beg’.

This time, I do blush. Somewhat aware of the game we are playing, I swallow, gaze jumping to Jayce’s turned back, and reply, ‘I’ve been thinking about that’. My voice is low, my nerves jumping as I try desperately to appear sultry. ‘It’s unfair, that you’ve made me come, and I haven’t returned the favour’. Viktor’s eyebrows knit, his eyes widening and pupils dilating in apparent surprise at my words. I was growing brave. ‘I am quite curious to know what sounds you’ll make when I finally get on my knees and-’

Viktor rushes to press a hand against my mouth, his form straightening as he looks wildly over at Jayce. With his gaze flashing back down to me, he widens his eyes as if to say shhh!

‘I grew up in a brothel,’ I whisper when he pulls his hand from my mouth. Behind us, Jayce swears as he drops something, the whirring of the machine coming to a brief close. ‘I know things that would make your hair curl, Viktor – well,’ I had, reaching up to finger the stray curl from the nape of his neck. ‘Curlier’.

‘Will you two stop flirting for two seconds, please?’ Jayce shouts across the room. ‘Viktor, I’ve broken something. Help’.

Viktor, the tips of his ears red, turns and walks swiftly over to Jayce as if nothing had been said. ‘What have you done?’ Viktor drawls. I turn away, my smile hurting my cheeks, and revel in my one flirtation attempt that seemed to be a success.

The library becomes to me, what I am sure the lab is for Viktor.

Growing up, I had very few books to read. Every so often, a kid in our neighbourhood would die, usually from chemical poisoning from the air. In those instances, what few items that child had would be handed out to the other kids – books were often included.

I loved to read; to fit myself into a world of imagination. The older I got, the less chances there were to read such things. Lucky and The Bloody Body took over. When I would climb up top to see Viktor, sometimes I would flip through the dusty books he would have on his shelf.

I remember liking the ones on language.

Language was so much more than the words that came out of our mouths. The books spoke of linguistic frameworks and how these can be used to analyse and interpret language. It fascinated me, that things beyond Viktor’s science had cause for explanation. Up here, knowledge truly was power.

Sometimes, the library made me feel sad.

I was surrounded by academics of the highest calibre. In the Languages section, where I often huddled, I would overhear conversations on the topic. Half of them went over my head. I would peer at them, at these worldly students, most of them the same age as me, and desperately wish for a world in which I could have been one of them.

You should have followed him when you had the chance.

‘Y’see that there was another brawl down the south sector – I’m telling you, it’s not even the rats from the undercity. Topsiders acting like they have a chip on their shoulder’. I deftly peer away from my book, dark hair a curtain between me and two young men have a conversation in the aisle to the left of me.

The second man huffs a laugh. ‘Places are getting rough. The enforcers are spread so thin with Zaun roaches crawling up from the grottoes-’

‘Yeah. Hey, speaking of, did Jeff ever tell you about that undercity girl that turned him down?’ I freeze, my gaze turning slowly to the pair of them. They slouch against a nearby bookcase, uniforms looking oh-so neat. ‘Yeah? Turns out, she’s fucking Heimerdinger’s old assistant – y’know, the crip-’

‘-Violence,’ Heimerdinger says, fluffy face pulled into a cross expression. I stare forlornly from the other side of his desk, but hands clasped between my knees. ‘Is not tolerated here at Piltover Academy, Miss Elizabeth’.

My knuckles thrum. ‘I understand, Professor…I lost my temper’. I choose my words very carefully. Behind me, Viktor shifts his stance. I bow my head, the imagine of remorse.

Heimerdinger’s noise twitches. ‘Of course, Miss Elizabeth, I understand that you have settled into Piltover quite well. We will not let this one hiccup ruin that, hm?’ I nod, mouth twitching. ‘Very well. Now, I hear that you have been frequenting the library quite a bit?’

I nod, pious and polite. I can practically feel Viktor’s internal scoff. ‘Yes, sir’.

‘Brilliant!’ The Yordle trills. ‘You carry that on – you never know what passions you might discover!’

I deign it inappropriate to mention that I in fact had found a two passion in the library. Firstly, in punching the first boy in the mouth, and slapping the second in the chest with my heavy book. Secondly, in overhearing that Piltover was experiencing crime in lower parts of the city, where the enforcers rarely roamed. A web of ideas begin weaving through my mind.

I thank the Professor with a bright smile. It mellows somewhat when I turn to Viktor, who thanks the Professor with a nod of respect. When his eyes dart to mine, I am half nervous of what I will find there. The moment Heimerdinger’s office door slams shut behind us, Viktor is turning to me with a raised brow. He stares for a moment, scanning my face for any evidence of real upset. Finally, his mouth twitches and my innocent expression. ‘Did they deserve it?’ he drawls.

I don’t hesitate in replying. ‘Yes’.

He smiles, eyes twinkling. ‘That’s my girl,’ Viktor quips, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to my forehead. ‘Now, come. There is something I want to show you in the lab – do not think I haven’t seen how bored you have been, Elizabeth-’

I nearly trip over my own feet.

Viktor smirks every so slightly, before carrying on as if nothing had happened. ‘The runes, the ones on the Hexcore, Jayce and I believe we have found some order to them. We would like you to research to see if you can find any similar symbols in the books we have narrowed down-’

‘Yes,’ I cut in, almost embarrassed at my childlike eagerness. ‘That sounds – um, yes. Please. Thank you’. I huff at Viktor’s polite smile.

‘Are you quite well?’ he asks.

‘Shut up,’ I bite back waspishly. ‘Oh, shit. I’ve left my notebook in the library-’

‘Your notebook?’ I nod, omitting from the conversation that said notebook was where I jotted down things that I did not understand, only to remind me to look them up later.

I wave Viktor forward, insisting that I will meet him back at the lab. There is an odd spring in my step, and I try hard to pretend that it is all to do with Viktor’s research project, and not the fact that my knuckles still throbbed from punching that smarmy gits face.

(‘There was another brawl down the south sector’).

I pocket the words, duck into the library, and ignore the dirty looks like the librarian sends my way. I duck in and out, my notebook tucked underneath my arm, and hurry for the lab. Why Viktor and Jayce were trusting me with such a task, I did not know, but I was grateful all the same.

I walk quickly up the lab door, stopping short when I hear the voice of Jayce floating through the door. I was always careful to avoid them if they were in the middle of a spat – I didn’t think I could take the awkwardness, not after last time.

‘-Liz-’

I frown, well aware of my nosy nature, and slowly press my ear to the door. When I was in the undercity, I would sometimes trade secrets for gold. It was always so much easier to eavesdrop on important conversation, especially when you were small and quick like me, and had very little guilt about the situation.

‘Jayce, stop it – I’ve told you I do not like to talk about her like that-’

‘I just don’t get why you two can’t just admit that you are in love with each other. It’s sickening to watch, in all honesty. You’ve all but scared Sky from the lab-’

‘I have to-to be patient, she hasn’t-’

Jayce sighs sharply, the sound muffled through the door. There is a clang – he’s aimed and thrown something at the bin. A habit of Jayce’s. ‘I know, I know. She hasn’t had the best upbringing. I’m telling you – that girl grew up in a brothel, Viktor. She knows a thing or two-’

‘And that is precisely why I must be so careful with her!’ Viktor snaps, no real harm to his tone. I cast a nervous glance behind me, making sure that Heimerdinger wasn’t tottering up where he wasn’t wanted, before pressing my ear closer to do the door. ‘I saw the changes in her when we grew – from the ages of ten to sixteen, she became so much more…closed. I cannot imagine the destruction that killing so often must do to one’s soul, Jayce-’

Viktor pauses, before sighing heavily. ‘She speaks of her friend at the brothel with kindness, and I believe this, but…to grow around such mistreatment of women. She would fend for them, fight off the rapists and the beaters, you know?’ Another pause, longer this time. ‘Sometimes, she looks at my kindness, and I can see in her head that she thinks of ways to repay it. She thinks she is ready, but I see the way she tries to not cringe from touching me. I do not take it personally, but I need to take my time with her, not matter how much I, uh..' Viktor clears his throat, and Jayce laughs.

My heart thuds in my chest.

‘You’ve known her since she was a kid,’ Jayce says, his voice careful and tinged with sadness. ‘You’re going to wanna be careful. I’m sorry. I get it, I do’. There is the sound of a chair scraping, and a huff. ‘But you’ve also gotta remember – I see you two, and that girl is fully aware of how in love with you she is. Counsellor Medarda said so-’

‘Oh, did she?’

I step back quietly from the door, collecting myself. If there was any doubt in me that Viktor did not know me, inside and out, it was gone. His pace in our relationship, though I had my suspicions, suddenly made complete sense.

And I was quite prepared to prove him wrong.

I walk into the lab some ten seconds later, my smile breezy and my gaze travelling slowly over the two inventors. Jayce, with all the subtlety of a rabid rat, feigns sudden interest in his hands, before slapping Viktor on the back and clambering to his feet.

Viktor, with the patience of a saint, shows me the runes they had copied onto a bit of paper. He then presents me with a pile of books, his words careful and his hair ruffled as he explains to me the task ahead. There was no rush, he insists, but to find similar runes in other languages may prove helpful in finding the meaning of these runes.

Just as he is about to pull his chair away form perch beside him, I place my hand on his thigh and smile innocently up at him. Viktor pauses, gaze travelling slowly from my hand to my face. ‘It’s kind of like you’re my teacher, isn’t it?’ I murmur, well aware that was Jayce was nearly shoulder deep in a mass of parts they would be us using for a larger prototype.

Viktor watches me, eyes narrowing. They expand quickly, however, when I add, ‘Perhaps I should call you sir – or professor?’

He all but topples away from the desk in his hurry to skid his chair away from me. The dirty look he sends in reply to my innocent smirk has me feeling almost guilty – almost.

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A Drunken Confession - pt two

Viktor x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: You and Viktor run into each later that evening after you leave the lab, unable to focus as you keep thinking about what almost happened with him. But where you expect a confrontation, you end up with something entirely unexpected.

Warnings: sexual tension, dirty talk, more of viktor being a bit of a smug ass, mentions of first time, fingering, hand job, light nipple play, Viktor cumming on the reader, viktor and the reader both having a few (light) dom moments, lightly edited (sorry)

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Aight, here’s part two. I might have made Viktor a little out of character here but this is a very self indulgent piece so it’s purely for that reason and I am sorry. Regardless, I hope you enjoy. Potential part three in the future.

There were many problems with having to go back to work after that had just happened with Viktor. There was the analysis of whatever the hell happened between you that changed irritation and frustration into...well, that. Then there was the further analysis of why you'd reacted so enthusiastically to Viktor like that. Why you'd kissed him back, why you'd let him look and touch you where, prior to a few minutes ago, the idea wouldn't have crossed your mind. Not to mention that you were sitting there soaked after a fifteen-minute conversation with him.

Then, you had to figure out what the hell happened after. Sitting there in silence as he and Jayce worked, left painfully still as to not remind yourself of where Viktor's hand had been just a few minutes ago. Did you pretend it didn't happen or double down on it and just...get one out of your system? But that meant you were acknowledging that you wanted to sleep with him. And you weren't sure that was something you wanted to do. He'd already won once. You weren't sure you wanted to give him another one. But he'd said he was one who always made his partner cum and the only person you'd ever been with hadn't even accomplished that.

No. You took a deep breath and glared down at the page you hadn't been reading.

But his fingers felt so nice. And during your only time, the guy hadn't even inserted his fingers. Just some outside action and then the main event. Because-

You dropped the bookmark you'd picked up, staring at it with wide eyes as it fell onto the table. One thought, all it took was one thought for your conversation with Viktor last night to become a little clearer. It was still rather fuzzy, but you could fucking feel Viktor's tipsy whisper.

"I have to ask," he murmured as he leaned forward, empty glass on the desk. He had a leg between yours, knee almost touching you at the apex. You glanced down at it, felt your heart race. "Why did you offer me a drink?"

"Loney," you slurred, eyes closing for a moment, as if you were enjoying the moment. Or trying to, at least.

"I didn't take you to be the lonely type," Viktor soothed, leaning forward on his hand until it touched yours. Almost...tenderly.

"Oh, I'm not lonely, not when I always have you or Jayce around." You didn't even try to swallow back the words. They came out like water trickling from a faucet. "But in the bedroom? I haven't been with anyone since my first time, so something I get...lonely."

The memory is blurry, but you can see something sparkle in Viktor's eyes as his face morphs into confusion.

"One person?" His hand twitched on yours. "You've only been with-"

"And it wasn't even good." It was like a please continue button had been pressed so hard it stuck. "We barely did anything under the clothes, and he didn't even, you know, he could barely find...whatever. Viktor, let's just say I'm pretty sure you'd be better in the bedroom than him."

Viktor stared at you after that, his mouth parting for a second before he spoke.

"Now, (Y/N), do not tell me that you are thinking about me in the bedroom." He laughed, slurred and dark. "I do not think I would survive such flattery."

"Flattery." You laughed short. "That's funny. More like I can't get your aggravating persona out of my damn head even when I'm out of the lab."

"I must admit," Viktor muttered as he ran his thumb over your knuckles, "I suffer from the same fate with you."

The rest was fuzz.

Without thinking, you slammed the book shut, and the sound cut through the lab with an echo. Jayce and Viktor looked your way, both holding a differentiating expression. Jayce furrowed his brows and looked at you with concern. Viktor cocked a brow and studied you with a precision that was unreadable. Jayce started to speak, but you were already halfway off your stool.

"I'm going to call it a night. Night."

You sprinted back to your room. Footsteps carrying down the hall with loud clacks as you sped to your door, fumbling with your keys until you got it unlocked. You fell back against it once you got inside, panting like you'd spent the last hour running. A shower. A shower was surely what you needed. A cold one.

But it didn't work. You'd started with cold. But that was a little too cold for you, so you turned it a little warmer. Then an even little more. And then some. Until steam filled the bathroom and you leaned back against the cold tile wall, fighting the image of Viktor in there with you. The idea of his hands traveling your body with yours even when you tried to swap it out with all the memories of your arguments. With the irritation you'd felt. The raised voices, the heated stares, the insults.

You sat on your bathroom floor wrapped in just a towel for a while. Until you didn't even need the towel to dry yourself off. Contemplating solving the ache between your legs like you had so many nights before. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it, not when you felt like you were going to twist into a ball of stress, shrinking to the size of a pebble.

So you didn't. You laid in bed instead. Tried reading, tried writing, tried studying and brainstorming. Gave in to sleeping, tossing and turning, frustrated on more than one account. But the closest you came was crossing your legs and groaning into your pillow. Scrunching up your blankets in your fists and banging them against your mattress.

Tea. Tea would certainly soothe you. So you threw on a coat over your off-white pajama set--short shorts and a cotton tank top--grabbed a mug and tea bag, and went to the shared kitchen on your floor. It was late enough that barely anyone was out, so entering the empty kitchen wasn't a surprise. Neither was the silence that filled the space as you placed a kettle on the stove and dropped your bag of tea into the mug. You closed your eyes and listened to the water begin to boil, standing a little too close to the stove to feel the heat off of it.

The kettle's high-pitched screech pulled you from your thoughts. Not that you were having many. It was one of the few moments that evening where you weren't drowning in thoughts about Viktor. About what to do, how you were going to go back to the bickering friendship you had before, and how you were going to get rid of the throbbing between your legs.

You sighed and dropped some sweetener into your tea, stirring it with a wooden stick, mesmerized by the swirling liquid. The chair was cold through your coat as you sat at the small round table kept in there. You dropped your chin into your hand and let your mind turn off, turning your focus to the whirlpool in your mug. But it wasn't working. And a small--no, a large--part of you wanted to throw your mug across the room. Instead, however, you shoved your chair back and stood up. Whispering a fuck as you kicked the piece of furniture, unbuttoning and shrugging off your coat when it got caught on the chair.

"The last time I saw you this violent was when you threatened to throw a wrench at my head. Good to know not to call your bluff in the future."

You spun towards the open door, huffing as you stared at Viktor.

"Hi." He waved a hand as he leaned on his cane. "I am surprised you are not asleep. Although from what you are wearing, I might venture a guess that it was not without trying."

"I'm a little restless." Your voice was weak but nowhere near soft, and you took note of how Viktor's eyes trailed over you. "Thought tea might help."

"Has it?" Viktor asked, unmoving, knuckles white on his cane.

"Haven't tried it yet."

"Ah." He nodded. "I was coming in to attempt the same."

You ground your teeth. The frustration you felt when looking at him felt normal. It swirled around you the same way it did whenever you argued about things as small as where tools were left or how books were stacked. How you managed to get so hypnotized by him earlier was beyond you. Well, not entirely, but you were grateful for the change in thoughts as you glared at him.

"I'll leave you to it, then." You reached for your jacket, ignoring Viktor entering the kitchen. He was beside you by the time you picked it up from the floor and held it up to shrug it on. He put a hand on your arm before you could put it through the sleeve, making you freeze at the direct contact. You took a ragged breath as you peered at Viktor.

His hair was wild from hours in the lab, shirt wrinkled and sleeves pushed up a little further over his elbows. The bags under his eyes were a little darker and his brows created a firm crease between them. His eyes held a mixture of emotions you couldn't quite place. A bit of frustration or irritation, maybe a dash of curiosity. A dollop of something and a pinch of...heat?

"Tell me, is the only way for us to have a civil conversation to include alcohol?"

It was a challenge, but you weren't in the mood to take him up on another one. Not when the last one led to you completely letting your guard down and letting something happen with Viktor that never should have. But as the two of you remained with very little space between you, that argument wasn't holding. And whatever resolve you were trying to feign was wearing down.

"I do believe we've had many civil conversations when Jayce is involved." Your voice lacked the edge you wanted it to have.

"And since he is not here?" There was an implication behind his words. Of what happened the last time the two of you were alone. But he didn't dare make a move.

You had to be the one to draw the line, it seemed.

"What happened earlier cannot happen again."

Viktor took a slow breath before straightening and dropping his hand from your arm.

"You are just afraid of losing again." Mischief usually reserved for tinkering flickered behind his eyes. "I did not take you for such a sore loser. You are usually much better about it when we argue."

"I didn't lose," you snapped, taking a step towards Viktor. "Forgive me for not wanting Jayce to walk in on...whatever the hell was happening in there. I don't exactly want a colleague to see me with my skirt up."

"Jayce," Viktor said quietly.

"What?"

"You don't want Jayce to see you with your skirt up." His mouth twitched into a second-long smirk.

You brought a hand up and grabbed Viktor's collar. He stumbled slightly as you yanked him towards you, glaring at him like you wanted to set him on fire.

"You kissed me."

"I did." He brought a hand to your wrist and held onto it gently. "How astute of you to notice."

You narrowed your eyes. "Why did you kiss me?"

Viktor tipped his chin up. You could see the words turning over in his head, trying to formulate his next rebuttal. You should've let go of him already, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so. The close quarters was, selfishly and secretly, too enjoyable. Even if that sense of enjoyment was one you were desperately trying to ignore. One you'd spent the last few hours forcibly trying to ignore.

"Why did you let me touch you after you said I was only allowed to look?"

"You're deflecting," you seethed.

"Then let me ask you another question, one I did not get a chance to ask you earlier."

You thought over his words before you eventually nodded in response. Tightened your hold on his collar. Your tea was getting cold on the table, but you'd long forgotten about it as you lost yourself in Viktor.

"Would you have done it if Jayce had not come back when he did?"

"Would I have done what?"

You blinked at him as you answered your own question, remembering his hand atop yours between your legs. The pressure teasing and the lack of friction utter torture.

"Touched yourself...with me watching."

Hearing him say it aloud brought a whole new level to what the two of you had gotten yourselves wrapped up in. It'd been different in the moment. Two people ignited by tension and an unexpected spark that hadn't made itself known until then. But when it was in the fully-lit white-tiled kitchen, there was a clarity that made your skin burn all the way down your neck and up to the tips of your ears.

You had an answer for him. One that came immediately. Yes. You were so enthralled in the moment, you knew you would've continued to push the boundary and would've gone until either Viktor or an outside force called it for you. Because you were spiteful. Desperate to win even an arguably pointless challenge.

But you couldn't say that to him here. Not when you felt ultimately more vulnerable. Insanely so. Your clothes felt too small, too little, too short. Thin and breezy in the cold room. And incredibly so close to Viktor as his hand slid up your arm ever so slightly.

"Why?" You let out a shuddering breath and winced. "That something you want to see, Viktor?"

He stepped closer. Hand slid further up your arm, around your elbow. You couldn't hide how heavy you were breathing anymore. You just hope that he couldn't tell.

"What if my answer is yes?" Your heart skipped a beat and your knees felt a bit weak. That was not the response you were expecting. And Viktor picked up on that almost instantly. "What if I wanted to be the one touching you?"

You swallowed hard. Viktor was playing a game that you didn't know the rules for. And the last thing you were going to do was pretend you did.

"You win." You stepped back, out of Viktor's grasp. "Whatever game we're playing, you win."

"No game." Viktor followed in step behind you, stopping behind your back, a hand reaching out and resting on your bicep. "No winner."

No winner. But Viktor was winning. He had you in the palm of his hand. Especially when he slid his hand up over your shoulder and you felt his mouth ghost over your skin. First along your shoulder blade, then over the curve of your shoulder, and into the crook of your neck. Only there did he finally let his mouth fall to you, gently kissing your pulse point until you practically collapsed back against him.

"There's always a winner with us, Viktor."

He smiled against you before he dragged his teeth over your skin. And the bastard's smile deepened when a soft moan slipped from you. You'd tried to hold it back, but the damn thing snuck out.

"Then how about both of us coming out as winners" He licked over the indentations he'd left. "I get to feel you squeeze around my fingers, and you get to cum by fingers other than yours."

Fuck was all that left you as Viktor kissed up your neck, ran his fingers underneath the strap of your top. You were putty in his hands, something you'd never thought would happen with him. Hell, until recently, he was probably the last person you expected to feel anything...intimate...for. But you were hanging on by a thread that he was about to snap.

"Tell me no, and I will leave. We can forget yesterday and today ever happened. We can go back to arguing until we run out of air in our lungs and our heads hurt." His nose nudged your ear. "Tell me yes, and I will give you everything your last partner did not."

You clung onto the fraying thread like your life depended on it. Because there was one thing you needed to maintain, and that was the possibility that this was all just a game. You didn't take Viktor for a liar, but you couldn't stop the worry of just what if.

"One time." You shuddered as Viktor's hand guided your strap just enough to the side that it nearly fell from your shoulder. "We do this one time."

"Define this." Viktor pushed your strap the rest of the way off and let his hand dip down your chest. The tips of his fingers skimmed the top of your breast as you both exhaled shaky breaths. "Tell me which ways I am allowed to make you cum."

You reached behind you and grabbed fistfuls of Viktor's pants. His fingers dipped a bit lower, hidden beneath your top. You could feel how smug his grin felt as he kissed your neck, nipping at the skin. As he kept a firm line on your chest as his fingers skimmed it, never going lower, never pushing your shirt down.

If he was going to be a tease, then you'd be damned if you weren't going to be one back. You slowly unclenched your hand and brought it up, hooking it around so you could grab a fistful of Viktor's hair. You angled yourself to face him, peering at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Tell me, Viktor, which ways you want me to make you cum."

"You're deflecting," he whispered against your lips. "The one who says there are guidelines must be the one to share them. So tell me, if we're only allowed the one time, what constitutes that?"

You tried to tug Viktor closer, to shut the bastard up with a kiss, but he didn't budge. His fingers, however, did dip a smidge lower, grazing just above your nipple.

"If this is just about getting each other off, perhaps only our fingers should be used." He drew his fingers over the swell of your breast. "And perhaps it should be done over clothing only."

He pulled his hand from your tank top and cupped your breast, swiping his thumb across your nipple. It was the lightest touch, but it drove you wild. The first and last person to touch you there was yourself, and the effortless swipe he gave you made you wonder how his fingers work elsewhere. You wanted them inside you, but if you admitted that now--which was exactly what Viktor wanted--it meant you were admitting to how much you wanted him to finger fuck you.

"Fine," you breathed out. "Clothing on, fingers only."

"Then get on that fucking table," Viktor practically said through his teeth before taking an abrupt step back. "And open your legs."

You blinked at him, processing his words, watching as he moved towards the kitchen door. The lock clicked softly and he flicked the lights off, leaving the only light source to come from the gold bulb above the stove. You were on the table by the time he was facing you, barely given enough time to catch your breath before he was back in front of you, hands beside your hips, mouth next to your ear.

"If you want more," he whispered as he skimmed a hand up your thigh, dancing his fingers along the bottom of your shorts and avoiding where you were positively soaked for him. "Remember, you were the one who agreed to what I said."

He kissed your pulse point as his fingers slid over the crouch of your underwear. Where the seam was thick and hid Viktor's touch the most. But you could still feel it, traveling the same slow line, adding a little more pressure as your body tensed.

You kept your hands on the edge of the table, gripping like your life depended on it. It did. You weren't going to touch Viktor, not yet. Not when it was because you wanted to pull him closer and beg him to just touch you already. He was going to take his time to try and get you to break. And he got close. Your knuckles were aching by the time he finally pulled the crotch of your shorts to the side.

He groaned into your neck as he ran his fingers over your underwear. The white cotton soaked as his fingers pressed against the fabric. He ran the length of it like he did over the seam of your shorts before he pressed his fingers against your entrance, making you gasp as he teased it through the cotton.

"I feel as if I should apologize." He teased the tips of his fingers before sliding them up, searching for your clit. "Making you sit there soaked after Jayce came in." You hated yourself, but you whined when his fingers grazed your clit and he honed in there. Testing the waters for what you liked. "Although it would have been a lot worse had you not set the no touching rule."

His fingers ran slow circles around your clit, pulling waves of pleasure that only you'd ever drawn from yourself. Your walls squeezed around nothing as Viktor's fingers continued to work you, and you desperately wanted him inside you.

"Had you let me, I would've had your underwear around your thighs, my fingers here." He dropped his fingers back to your entrance, and you felt yourself gush around them. "Fucking you until you came around them." He pushed them in as far as your underwear would let him, and you gave in, reaching up and grabbing onto his wrist until your nails dug into his skin. "I don't think we would have been able to recover fast enough from that. And I am not sure I could explain why I had my fingers in your cunt to Jayce had he walked in and saw. I do not think he would take because I wanted to as a sufficient answer."

Viktor was doing all the talking, you realized, as his fingers went back up to your clit. Working faster, harder, enough to make your head spin.

"As if I would've let you," you stuttered out. "Why do you think I made the rule in the first place?"

"Because you did not want to lose." He bit down on your collarbone, and you shuddered, enough so that the straps of your tank top slid down both your shoulders. It held itself up by your breasts, slipping down bit by bit as you shifted against each other. "You never answered me earlier. Would you have done it if we'd had better time management?"

He slowed his movements, drawing thick waves of pleasure through you with each circle of your clit. It drew you taut and you cursed under your breath. You knew what was asking, and you hadn't answered him for a reason. But he was already touching your clit, fucking you better through your damn underwear better than your last partner had fucked you with his cock.

"Yes," you tried to add a hint of irritation to your voice, but it came out way too breathy. "I would have."

You felt Viktor's grin. "That's my girl."

You absolutely loathed how you melted at his words. You hated Viktor. Well, hated was a rather strong word. Both brilliant minds who, when you weren't arguing, were rather decent colleagues. Sort of friends. Similar academics. But you weren't typically anything other than professional with each other. Except when you were tipsy and asked him to drink with you. Except today, where he had you in the palm of his hand not once, but twice.

You had to return the favor before you came undone.

Viktor's movements stuttered as you finagled your hand around until you got to his crotch. He was rock hard beneath your touch, and he cursed as he pressed his hips against you. Like he'd done it subconsciously, hating how his body reacted to your touch. Just like how yours reacted to his.

You gave him the same treatment he'd given you. Palmed him over his fly, running the same languid line as his breathing grew heavy and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Only when his fingers stalled on your clit did you unbutton his pants and slide your hand inside, humming at how hot he was against you. His underwear was thin enough to let you feel every inch of him like he was practically bare. You swiped your thumb over his tip as best as you could and Viktor cursed.

"Remember," you cooed, "You were the one who said over the clothes."

Viktor's hand left your cunt, and before you could protest, you felt him grab your cheeks, thumb digging into one, fingers into the other, before his mouth was on yours. Hungry and almost possessive as he kissed you, no hesitation in deepening the kiss as he pulled you close, forcing you to let go of his cock and grab onto his shoulders. You gasped when you realized what he was doing, and you felt his erection press against your cunt. But he didn't move his hips, just gave you the tease of his full length pressed against your cunt. And you'd be damned if you didn't want him inside of you. So much so that you couldn't stop yourself from grinding against him.

"That's not your fingers, (Y/N)."

"Tell me," you breathed, ragged and desperate, "that you don't want to be inside me right now."

"Tell me that you want me to be, and maybe I will consider bending the rules."

Viktor pulled back from the kiss, licking his swollen lips, eyeing you as he rocked his hips once. His expression wordlessly repeated his sentiment. Tell me. But you wanted him to be the one to crack.

"I never took you to be someone who followed the rules so strictly, Viktor." You pulled back as much as you could and lifted yourself up from the table, carefully pulling your shorts down your legs. You did not stop, despite how your nerves were twisting in your stomach, the way your top fell over your chest and pooled around your stomach when you sat back up. Fully exposing your chest to Viktor. "Guess there's a first time for everything."

"There are some games where the rules must be followed." Viktor's voice was barely there as his eyes dropped to your breasts. Your clit ached for more contact, body desperate for the release he'd been building you towards.

"Tell me, do you want to break the rules?" You pushed your elbows against your chest, eyeing Viktor with an innocence you loved to pull when he asked you benign questions during debates.

Viktor's smile fell and his mouth pressed into a fine line. He closed the gap between you so slowly, you worried he was going to call it. His voice was barely audible as he ghosted his lips over yours.

"You win," he breathed. "I want to break the rules and fuck you until you can't cum anymore."

A shameless wave of excitement coursed through you at his first words. You won. But a wave of anticipation quickly washed it away at his next set. You'd gained the tiniest bit of the upper hand as Viktor held himself back. So you grabbed onto it like your life depended on it and used it to your advantage, hoping it'd drive him at least half as crazy as he'd driven you earlier.

"Then break them."

Whatever thread he was hanging by snapped instantly and his mouth was on yours. It lingered long enough to devour you, swallow the moans that slipped out as his hands skimmed over your chest. His mouth, as his fingers tweaked your nipples, was soon to follow, leaving love bites along your neck. A hand pressed against your stomach as his mouth hovered over a nipple. He locked eyes with you as his hand dipped beneath your underwear and he took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

He went for your clit first, humming against your chest as you twitched beneath his touch. He did short, fast circles as your hands went into his hair. Relishing in how you were reacting to his touch. You'd tried to hold back, but Viktor was incredibly skilled with his hands, and it was showing here. Incredibly so.

And then his fingers dipped south, leaving your clit throbbing. They pushed your folds aside, and he groaned at how wet you were. He repeated the action until you whimpered, and then he pressed the tips to your entrance.

"I am a rule-breaker," he mused as he pushed his fingers in. "But only to an extent." He gave you one knuckle worth before he pulled them out. "If you want more than my fingers, you will have to beg for it."

You would have laughed if he hadn't pushed his fingers back in, giving you a moment to adjust to them as he pumped them deeper and deeper. Instead, your face fell to his shoulder as he started to move them, experimentally at first, but when he found the spot, the one that made you hastily say his name, his movement became precise.

You weren't going to beg, no matter how fucking good his fingers felt inside of you. No matter how badly you wanted him to fuck you on the table. You'd said one time, so part of you wanted to go all the way. But you could go back to disliking each other easily if all that you had inside you were his fingers. His cock? That was a different story. That felt more...intimate.

He angled his hand a little differently, and you felt his palm brush against your clit. Almost too much at once, you cursed, tried to pull back, but Viktor threw his free arm around you, held you close. His mouth went to yours as he continued the same motions, smirking against you as your thighs began to quiver.

You were close. You were so damn close. And Viktor knew it, too. He could feel the way you were squeezing around him. You tried to blindly reach down to relieve him of some of the pressure he must've been feeling between his legs, but he stopped you. Worked his fingers faster, deeper. Held you closer as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, nails digging into his back through his shirt.

"Don't stop," you stuttered out, barely able to speak as your orgasm raced towards you.

"I have zero intention of doing so." He tightened his hold. "Now cum around my fingers."

You did. Hard. Harder than half of the times you'd edged yourself. You squeezed his fingers, muffled your moan in his shoulder, clung onto him as your body tensed and his fingers continued to fuck you. He didn't stop until you tapped his chest and he pulled out, resting his head against yours as he let you catch your breath. He was about to take a step back when you dropped your hand to his crotch, slowly pulling down on the waistband until his erection popped free.

"(Y/N)," he whispered, a hint of a warning. He repeated it as you guided his hips forward and opened your legs.

"Fingers only," you muttered as you stopped him in front of your cunt, languidly wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He was huge and you were desperate to have him inside you. But even in your post-orgasm daze, you weren't going to beg. So in response to him setting the new challenge, you decided to push the rules to their limits. "You sure my hand is all you want? You already felt how good I feel around your fingers."

He scoffed, hips jutting in time with your fist as you pumped the length of his cock. "What? Worried you do not have the experience to make me cum with your hand?"

That struck a chord, one you'd been ignoring until then. It made your hand stutter, but you quickly continued, trying to cover it up. But Viktor was perceptive. But, unexpectedly, he said nothing, just dropped his hand to yours and worked it faster. Gasping when he pulled away and dropped his forehead against yours.

"Just like that," he breathed. "Fuck, do not stop."

You didn't. You had absolutely no intention of doing so. Not when he seemed to be melting in the palm of your hand. Not when he was tensing and shuddering and his mouth came to yours in a heated kiss. Nor when he cursed and whined your name, hips jutting faster into your fist. He was close; the edge in his voice when he said your name accompanied with his desperate thrusts told you so. So you did the only thing you could think of. You shifted back, hand on his cock as he continued to thrust into it, and pulled your shit up and underwear to the side, fully exposing yourself to him.

Viktor cursed louder before his eyes closed, and that was the only warning you got before he came, covering your cunt and stomach as his groan echoed in the room. You gasped as it dripped down over you, as Viktor trembled in your hand. His hair stuck to his forehead, brows pinched, cheeks a soft pink. Slowly, his eyes opened, dropping instantly to where he'd painted you. He visibly shuddered, and you let go of his softening cock.

It took a matter of seconds to realize what the two of you had done to catch up with you. Both half-naked, sweaty and panting in the middle of the kitchen, your mug of tea spilled and cold. He'd just...you'd just...You followed Viktor's gaze and you'd be a liar if you said you didn't like how you looked right then. But it was Viktor. And you'd wanted him to fuck you. You'd let him finger fuck you. He was the first person to ever do that. First person to ever cum on you. First person you'd made cum with your hand.

Oh no.

Viktor's eyes made their way to your face and he whispered your name gently. But you were already jumping from the table, dressing yourself. Ignoring how your clothes stuck to you from more than just sweat.

"One time, there. Done." You pulled your straps over your shoulders and pulled your shorts back on. "This never happened."

"(Y/N)," Viktor spoke a little louder this time, but you ignored it.

You threw your jacket on and pushed past Viktor, unlocking the kitchen door.

"I look forward to whatever dumb argument we have tomorrow." You swung the door open. "Night, Viktor. You win."

It closed with a harsh slam behind you as you took off towards your room. Panic swirled around you as you panted, replaying the entire day in your head. He'd gotten what he wanted, you moaning his name like the desperate bitch you were. Putty in his hands, like you often were verbally during your debates.

You had no idea how you were supposed to walk back into the lab tomorrow and pretend you hadn't had his fingers inside you. Like he hadn't made you cum so quickly and so hard. But you had to. Even if you were expecting smug smirks and lingering gazes because he'd won. He'd gotten you to open your legs and take every inch of his fingers. And you'd wanted more; you'd played along like you were winning.

You closed your bedroom door, leaned your back against it and closed your eyes.

And the worst part? You wanted to do it again.

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the angel who got too close to the sun

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Can u do a smutty one shot of viktorxfem!reader where viktor gets jealous at reader for laughing at someone else’s jokes and decides to “punish” her in the bedroom? Pls and thanks !!!

A/N: love this! thank you so much for this request - I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: spanking, dirty talk, Viktor being a bastard. 18+

Viktor could make you do many things.

He could make your eyes crinkle and as you smiled at one of his quips. He could make your eyelashes flutter in surprise at a particularly heartfelt sentiment towards you. He could, with a curl of his fingers, make his name leave your mouth in a whine and a sigh.

He had never, however, made your laugh to the extent of which Professor Karlsson was.

Karlsson was a beautiful woman, her knowledge of biomedicine beyond anything Viktor could comprehend. Hers was a different knowledge to his, and one that you had praised on more than one occasion. It had never bothered him, not really - that is, not until he stood at the other end of the hall, glaring daggers into the profile of the woman who made you laugh like that.

What is most unfair about the situation, is how angry he was with you.

You were at no fault. Viktor was under no pretence that you were flirting with Karlsson - and yet, he felt a flare of annoyance at the sight of you with the other woman.

He bids Jayce farewell the moment you step away from Karlsson, and he watches your eyes roam the room until they land on him. Viktor, much to his delight, notes the way in which your mouth quirks at the sight of him.

And yet...and yet he wanted to bruise that mouth with his own; to truly show you that he was the only one who could make you smile.

Make you laugh.

He is a child, petulant and wanting, and he does not care.

The walk back to his rooms from the small charity event is a short one, made only uncomfortable by the monosyllable answers Viktor’s offers to your questions about his night. Once you reach his door, you are flushed with annoyance.

Viktor’s enjoys the sight.

‘What is it?’ you ask, watching as Viktor shuffles into his living room. You follow after him, your beaded bag thumping against the floor. He turns, eyes the bag, before his gaze slides slowly to your flushed face and crinkled brow.

And, because Viktor has only ever been honest with you, he replies, ‘You have never laughed at my jokes like that’.

You pause, eyes fluttering in realisation. He watches you; watches the way your chests stills and the cogs whir in your brain. ‘You’re angry at me,’ you realise. ‘Because of her?’

And he is pleased, so sickeningly pleased that you do not utter her name in his presence. You know him. You know that whilst Viktor is kind and giving and treats you like you hung the stars yourself...you also know that he has a jealous streak; a need to own you in his moments of weakness and envy.

You have never been anything but gracious in these moments.

Something twitches in Viktor upon seeing the knowing smirk settle across your features. Before you, he had never thought to be so...so domineering. It was not in his nature to manhandle or to punish and yet, sometimes, he was utterly convinced that you would flirt with others on purpose, just to draw this rare reaction from him.

He has a sneaking suspicion that you had not even been trying to make him jealous tonight.

‘Why don’t you show me how angry you are, Viktor?’ you all but purr, and he does not know what he has done to deserve someone as utterly made for him as you are.

His cane, smacking suddenly against the floorboards, is the only indication of his rush to get to you.

He stops just short of you, lips hovering over yours, and you inch up, mouth open and eyes heavy-

Viktor would never need food or water again, he is sure. He could survive solely on the looks you give him when he is in this mood; the kind of mood where he wants to wrap his hand around your throat and watch as your choke his name.

You know what you are doing to him.

He smashes his mouth against yours, your mouth opening and tongue coming to run along his bottom lip, and he is lost in you, angry at you for teasing him so often, even if you had not meant to tonight. He wants to show you that you are his, that no one can touch you like he can. You have spoilt him, the man who once had nothing.

Whereas Hextech gave him purpose, you gave him life.

Your mouth, open and hot against his, suddenly freezes when his fingers draw loosely around the soft column of your neck. You gasp, and he breathes the air back into your mouth, his thumb circling to press just a little tighter against your jugular-

‘Viktor,’ you moan, and he needs to hear it more. He needs to know that his name is the only one that will leave your mouth in such a manner.

He has an idea.

A very cruel, very evil idea.

Viktor steps away from you, collects his cane, and juts his chin toward the bedroom. ‘In there,’ he drawls, watching the smirk tug at your mouth as you nod. You flatten your dress, before turning on your heel and making for his room.

You were so sure of yourself. He was almost excited to show you your real punishment.

In the bedroom, you look at Viktor. You were strong, always so proud and intelligent, but here, with him, you were...subservient. Only when the situation called for it, but Viktor...Viktor loved that he could make you soft for him.

He watches you for a moment, before sliding his gaze to the mattress. ‘On there. Hands flat on the bed - yes, like that-’

You do as your told, leaning forward until your hands press against the soft bedsheets. Your back arches, and Viktor stands back, stopping himself from pressing a hand against the curve. You reach one hand behind you, pulling frantically at the silk of your dress as you tug it higher-

‘No underwear,’ Viktor muses, pretending that the sight does not make him weak at the knees. ‘Naughty girl’.

You huff a laugh, the sound nervous and flighty. ‘Fuck, Viktor, please-’

Your words break off into a sudden yelp as his hand lands suddenly against the meat of your behind. His fingers dig in, the desperation curling inside of him at the sound of skin hitting skin.

It is not the first time he has done this, but it was always during sex, when he fucked you from behind. Never had Viktor made you bend over before him, all with the intent on seeing how red he could make your cheeks go.

You fall forward, elbows catching you as you fall. ‘Oh, Gods,’ you moan, and it is perhaps one of the most erotic sounds Viktor has ever heard. ‘A-again,’ You gasp, when his fingers dig deeper into the meat of your bum.

‘You are not supposed to enjoy this-’ Viktor begins, amusement tinging his lie. His other hand comes to rest against your hip, both to support him and to keep you in place.

You huff. ‘You could do anything to me,’ you reply over your shoulder. ‘And I would enjoy it’.

It takes everything in Viktor’s power for him to not unbuckle is belt and have you right there, your arse sticking in the air, be damned the pain it would cause his leg.

His palm lands perfectly against your already reddening bum, and Viktor watches in fascination as the fat jiggles under his slap. He tries to hold back, to not hurt you, but then you turn again, eyes hooded and cheeks red, and bite out, ‘Harder - you’re punishing me, aren’t you? Perhaps I should find Karlsson to-’

The slap resonates around the room, your broken gasp so utterly ruined that Viktor leans forward, his erection pressing almost painfully against the curve of your behind, before he raises his palm and offers another smack.

Soon enough, you are begging for him to fuck you.

Viktor feels like a madman, entirely drunk on the feel of your round behind in his grasp, of the sounds you make when he lands a particularly hard slap, of how he can see, already, the wetness seeping from your slit-

And then, just as you are pushing back against him, desperate to find some kind of friction, Viktor does the most difficult thing he has ever had to do.

He steps away from you.

You all but growl, your head snapping to look over your shoulder at him. Were it not for the tent in his pants and the heaviness of his gaze, Viktor is sure his next words would have landed a bit more of a punch. ‘This is your punishment, solnishko ‘.

You gape, your elbows still planted on the bed and your wet slit presented for him to see, your bum red from his hits, and it takes quite literally every ounce of Viktor’s self control for him to not flatten your against that mattress and ruin you-

‘Don’t you dare,’ you snap, flipping over until you sit on the end of the bed, your dress hiked up to your waist. ‘Viktor-’

He smirks, scoops his cane from his rest against the wall, and makes for his bedroom door. ‘I will be in the lab, should you need me, love,’ he calls.

He wonders if he should be frightened at your lack of reply from behind him.

Only time, Viktor supposes, will tell.

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Lizard - Chapter Thirteen - Viktor/OFC

Pairing: Viktor/OFC

Or, two idiots are in love and are too emotionally constipated to admit it.

Insert here: glorious evolution! let's make everyone robots!

Rating: Mature audience only. Smuuuuuut.

Chapter Thirteen on AO3

That night changes things between myself and Viktor.

In the morning, I had lain there, eyes screwed shut and terrified of what I would find when I opened them. Viktor, however, had waited until my eyelids had fluttered open, before kissing my mouth very softly. I had stayed frozen in his arms, my skin alight with the feel of his hands drawing lazy circles on my forearm from where his arm encircled me.

When Viktor had pulled back, my brain had already all but short-circuited. I had quietly asked him, my cheeks pink, if he had been watching me sleep. The joke had fallen awkwardly from my mouth, any remaining brain cells all but feeling my head when Viktor had pressed his mouth to mine.

Viktor, in return, had shrugged and replied, ‘You are very interesting to watch, Elizabeth. Even when you are sleeping’.

And just like, his filter was gone.

There is no pretence that we are merely children from Zaun who have grown together; existing in a familial like relationship. It feels wrong, to allow myself to act on my affections for Viktor, after so long of pushing them to the deepest depths of me. From the way Viktor acts, he has no problem with this, his affection jarring.

We enter the lab together that same morning, quiet and smiling, and apparently this is all it takes for Jayce to put two and two together. Viktor tells me, later in the day when Jayce has gone to the bathroom, that most of the Academy had already assumed we were together. It was how I was allowed to stay with him at all.

‘Is that what we are then?’ I ask him, watching as he stands in front of another a large, new piece of equipment. Gifted, most likely, from one of Jayce’s many fans. He pulls is hand away from intricate mechanisms, and casts me a sideways glance, his own mouth opening at the question. ‘Together?’

Viktor pauses, pulls himself to his full height, and replies, ‘Is that what you want?’ I am reminded of the stubborn boy of my youth, so fully of ambition and want.

I pause.

There are two answers to this question.

Yes, and this is the truth. I want to be with Viktor in all ways; I have loved him since I was a child and to be in his life for another fifteen years would be…like nothing I had ever thought myself worthy of. It was a terrifying idea, to allow myself to be fully open to a person, and yet Viktor was the only person alive I could imagine such a scenario with.

And then, no. No, because it is selfish to be with him. I have ties in the undercity that could still be my ruin; enemies beyond my promise to Silco and a past so dark that I could scarcely see it anymore. I was dangerous and cold and not at all who Viktor deserved.

And yet, selfishly, I tell him, ‘You’re the only person I have considered a…part of me,’ I respond, eyes cast toward the machinery. I choose selfishness. ‘I won’t be…I’m not like…like, I don’t know - Sky, Viktor. She got out before it could - the undercity clings to me. The only reason I act so-so cold is because I…I have never been, and will never be, worthy of your feelings for me’.

(Because I am lying to you. Because I could be dead in a few years, and I won’t tell you that).

I peek up to find him staring at me, eyes wide and mouth open, before he clenches his jaw and uses his cane to turn himself sharply toward me. ‘I have known you since you were a young child,’ Viktor murmurs, amber gaze boring into my own. He steps closer still, his chin dipping low so that he can maintain eye contact with me. ‘And I have seen you do terrible things – but always in the name of the greater good; always in the name of helping others-’

I laugh, a bitter sound. ‘I was an assassin, Viktor-’

‘Because there were no other options,’ he all but hisses the words, his gaze narrowing. ‘And that is what my research is about. Bettering the lives of people who believe they have no other choice. You have always been at the root of my passions, Elizabeth, of my want to be better-’

I blink in shock, breathless as Viktor draws himself to a stop, his smile suddenly apologetic.

‘I apologise. It merely…it hurts me, when you doubt your own humanity’. He looks at me, expression soft and the anger wearing way, and says, ‘You would have been a writer, were you born in Piltover. I have always thought this. You would come up with the most fantastical tales for the younger children in our neighbourhood’.

The memory sends a sudden pang to my chest. How innocent I had been, back when my parents were alive, and Viktor had not been swept away by the Academy. I feel a pang of longing at the memory; of a want to be back in that time, in that place. We would sit in the streets, Viktor tinkering at my side, and I would tell tall tales to the kids of our street, bidding away fears of sickness and violence.

My words fail me. I look at Viktor, at his bright eyes and sharp jaw and swept hair, and the only thing I can think to do is to lean forward and kiss Viktor solidly on the mouth, my hand coming to thread lightly through his soft hair.

Viktor hums in surprise, before I feel the tug of his mouth against mine. He’s smiling, I realise.

(And I choose selfishness. I choose saying yes to Viktor, even if that means lying to him).

Jayce bursts in moments later, grumbling about Councillor Salo. Viktor pulls away from me after just a moment too long, his fingers pressing hard line in my side as he drags himself from me. Jayce, wrapped up in ranting, turns his back to us, and Viktor smiles at me, rolls his eyes, and turns to his friend.

‘What has he done now, Jayce?’

We resume our work; the men clanging loudly with their recently donated machinery. I had very little interest in delving into it, despite their offers. Though I found their work fascinating and extraordinary, I knew where my strengths lay, and inventing was not it.

And, honestly, the Hexcore scared me a little bit.

Sky enters, at one point, her smile bright and her arms cradling a small box filled to the brim with letters. I gape at it.

‘You’ve got to be joking’.

She shrugs and dumps the box onto my table. It shakes under the weight. ‘Sorry, Liz,’ she says, her bright smile turning instead to the two inventors. Both greet her warmly, pretending as if they hadn’t just been in the midst of bickering. ‘Jayce – I have a small speech written for the luncheon the day after tomorrow. I’ve made sure to mention the progress you two have made with the prototypes-’

And as they huddle together, discussing elaborate things that I could not begin to comprehend, I feel suddenly so…undercity.

My lack of education, though not abundantly apparent (I did have Viktor for most of my childhood), became glaringly obvious when Sky was around. She was from the undercity and had escaped it, subsequently flourishing in Piltover.

And what had I done? I had been topside for months upon months, and still I opened letters for Viktor and Jayce like it was my life’s ambition. And yet…what choices did I have? I took a job I was offered, that paid more than most jobs in the undercity would, and was grateful.

But now…I was up here now. Like Silco said, it could be years before I was allowed in the undercity again. But what experience did I have, to do anything up here? I had no real schooling, no skills outside of killing and fighting and wielding my blades. I had no idea what I was even interested in, outside of reading, but even that I hadn’t partaken in since I was a child.

I feel a sudden pang of longing for the feel of roof tiles beneath my feet as I stalked the lanes of Zaun; of knowing that there was a fight coming. I was good at it – at stalking my prey and circling it, hunting for some kind of trouble-

I snap out my thoughts, blinking at the letter that I had been staring at for who knows how long, before ripping it open with numb fingertips.

I felt useless and stupid and unremarkable.

Bitterly, and without real depth, I think of how in the undercity I was someone.

After enduring a week of Viktor’s lingering touches and pointed kisses (always in the confines of an empty lab, or his apartment), I am decidedly…on the edge. I desperately want to mimic the intimacy of the week before, and yet…the encounter had somehow made me feel more starved than ever.

I wanted Viktor to me the one touching me.

And yet, he had made no move beyond kissing and touching. He was distracted, always so preoccupied with bettering the world, and I was…a fucking coward, really. Always so doubtful of pushing too hard, of being too much-

And yet, I was sure I was not the only one feeling so frustrated. On one night, I had awoken with a start into the dark quiet of the bedroom, suddenly alert and hot and half tempted to wake Viktor then and there. I had almost done so, but chickened out at the last moment, rolled over, and fallen back to sleep.

The breaking point comes during an argument.

Viktor had been busy in the lab, developing something he called the Hexclaw, whilst I had fallen into a quiet vat of simmering frustration and boredom. Viktor, though prodding often to find out what was wrong with me, allowed me to be quiet in my mood. Though he asked me if I was alright, he never delved too deep.

On a one occasion, he had thought my sour mood to be a product of my own demons.

‘I cannot pretend to know what it is like to have lived your life, dorogoy’. He told me, gently, one night as I lay in his arms. ‘You have faced hardships that I escaped. When you are ready, you tell me what is wrong’.

And I felt so guilty for even thinking that I was not completely happy; that I should be angry at Viktor for not making a move.

Viktor leaves me to my own devices when I slink off during that week, pleased when I report that I had visited the library. I found it to be quiet and massive, with tall ceilings and thousands of books – I used to dream of places like it, when I was little and hopeful.

On my first visit, I check out ten books.

When Viktor had seen them, stacked tidily on top my bedside table, he had chuckled at my guilty expression and kissed my forehead like I was made of glass.

That seemed a million years ago, considering how grumpily Viktor looked at me now.

‘I didn’t say I was going, I said I wished I could!’ I snap, the carrots I had been chopping long forgotten on the counter behind me. ‘I’m not stupid, Viktor. I wouldn’t go to the undercity – not with Silco specifically telling me not to!’

I had, without quite thinking, said that I wished there were a way that I could sneak into the undercity to see how Ruby was doing. I would give her some of the money I saved, insisting that she secure herself a better home away from The Bloody Body.

It had been a silly wish, one that I wished I hadn’t of said the moment Viktor turned to me with such a cross expression wrinkling his features.

‘Forgive me if I am wrong, but the last time you had Lucky after you - and yet you still went down there, Elizabeth!’ he snaps waspily. He had already stormed from the living room to the kitchen, his hair curling in the steam of my cooking.

The moment Viktor had come over, I had turned the cooker off. If I knew anything, it was that when he got going in an argument, there was virtually no stopping him.

I throw my hands in the air. ‘Because Silco was after me!’ I all but screech, slapping my fingers against my palm to reiterate just how many times I have told him this.

Viktor clenches his haw, eyes ablaze as he towers over me, his hair a disarray after a day in the lab. He inches forward, sighing deeply through his nose, and snaps, ‘Even after all these years, you’re still as-’

‘Insufferable as always,’ I mimic, thinking of the number of times he had uttered those words to a teenage me. I level my gaze with Viktor’s hotly, to which he narrows his own. ‘And you’re as predictable as ever-’

He hisses a breath sharply through his nose, casts his eyes at the ceiling as if praying for patience, and all but smashes my mouth against his. His free hand draws quickly to the back of my head, and my body sighs in relief at the feel of his fingers digging into the flesh of my scalp.

I briefly consider that if being insufferable gave me this punishment, then I would continue to be insufferable for as long as I lived.

And it is not akin to the soft kisses he had been bestowing me with all week. He presses himself against me, lips moving against mine in a desperate, hot fashion. He draws me flush against him and I all but scramble forward, tiptoeing to throw my arms around his neck and drag him to me. The motion causes Viktor lose his balance, his shoulder suddenly hitting the cupboard above the sink.

I pull away, apology on my lips, but Viktor shushes me in such a way that has heat coiling in my belly, before he ducks his head and latches his mouth onto the exposed skin of my jaw. He crowds me, his form bending over mine, and mine reaching to meet his. We are clumsy, uncharacteristically so, until I realise it is because Viktor is trying to push me toward the small kitchen table.

My mind, foggy with the feel of him, catches up slowly. I drag my hand from his shoulders, to his vest, and cling to him as the table hits my bum.

Viktor pulls away from my neck. My eyes flutter open, and I catch him eyeing my neck with a darkening in his eyes, before he jerks forward, cane clattering to the floor, and all but pushes me onto the table behind me. I scramble to push myself up onto the surface, my chest heaving and my eyes heavy.

My fingers curl tighter into the fabric of Viktor’s vest, and I blink, eyes focusing on his face, only a few inches form mine. In that split second, I see ruffled hair and amber eyes blown black, and waste no time in curling my leg around the back of his good one.

Viktor draws himself to me, mouth on mine, and flattens his palm onto the space of table next to me as he all but falls into me. ‘I want to…to touch you,’ he says with little warning, his body curved over mine. I blink up at him breathlessly, already nodding before he has added, ‘Like you touched yourself, dorogoy-’

He spies my nod and, with the deftness that only inventors hands could bring, he uses his free hand to untuck my shirt from my pants, his body leaning heavily against the table beneath me. My stomach flips, my shaky hands coming to already unbutton my trousers.

Viktor kisses me, flicks my hand away with his fingers, and takes over this task. I swallow tightly, body taut with nerves and heart hammering so loudly in my chest that I was half sure Viktor could hear it.

And then he is dipping forward, his nose brushing against mine, and I shift forward at the same moment his fingers trail over the exposed skin of my abdomen. I murmur his name without quite meaning to, my mouth running loose at the feel of his touch, and suck in a breath when his hand dips lower, fingers pushing breath the material of my underwear.

‘Viktor,’ I beg quietly. Me, the Lizard, begs. ‘Please’.

His mouth flattens against mine at the same moment his fingers dip lower and lower, cool skin suddenly finding where I am warm and-

Viktor says something softly against my mouth, a curse from his mother tongue, and slides his fingers against me. ‘Gods,’ he breathes, and I go warm at the sound. His breath mingles hotly with mine, my body arched forward and stuck as if suspended by the feeling his fingers were dragging out of me. ‘Elizabeth, you…are you always so wet, when we-?’

‘Yes,’ I answer blindly, too desperate to be bashful. ‘Shit, Viktor - please move your fucking hand’.

He huffs laugh, before doing just that. His mouth pulls from mine, and I try very hard not to whine at the loss of contact. Viktor’s head dips, suddenly, his body drawing back as if to look at something. He breathes sharply, fingers touching me once again, pushing further south this time. I blush scarlet, realising that he was looking at his fingers as they touched me.

‘Beautiful,’ he murmurs so quietly that I almost do not hear him.

And then, he delves in.

He touches me as he had watched me do to myself, his fingers drawing similar circles against my clit, so agonisingly slowly that it takes no time for me to begin murmuring his name like a broken chant. His other hand, once resting on the tabletop, comes to rest against my thigh, his fingers digging in and hitching my leg wider-

And there is an ache, one that I had never bothered to think about when I had touched myself alone. With Viktor’s fingers circling and teasing me, I was suddenly so jarringly aware of how much I wanted that ache to be filled. I gulp, every bit of control I had over myself falling and falling…and then Viktor’s fingers go lower still, prodding almost slowly at my entrance.

‘Oh,’ I gasp, eyes screwed shut and hips all but lifting off of the table. In response, his hand presses firmer against my thigh. ‘Please – yes,’ not even knowing if he knew what I was asking him to do, until he presses in, fingers only spurred on by the roll of my hips-

Viktor swears, and I whine.

(‘If it hurts,’ Ruby had told me. ‘Then he ain’t doing it right, Liz’).

‘Is this okay?’ Viktor asks me, and I must nod, because he hums and leans in, his mouth hovering over my neck, his lips tickling the skin there. I huff a gasp, and his fingers press in deeper still, and I am so wet and so desperate for him, that I can’t imagine this ever hurting – of him ever hurting me-

And then, like the over achiever he is, Viktor begins to move his fingers, and I am gone.

‘Look at you,’ Viktor mutters. I open my eyes to a squint and think, yeah, look at me. Legs spread, mouth open, chest heaving, and Viktor’s hand down my open pants. I think of the debauchery of it; to be doing this on his kitchen table, and decide that seems to only turn me on even more. ‘You take me so well, Elizabeth, always so good for me-’

The praise, as always, sings in my blood. ‘Could t-take more,’ I breathe, without really thinking, hips stuttering to move in time with his fingers. His hand on my thigh, though, keeps from me from pushing against him.

Viktor makes an odd choking noise. His fingers slide out, so fucking slowly, and then in. I can feel it, how wet I am against him, and in a world in which I was not bordering mad with lust, I might have been embarrassed. ‘Elizabeth. Don’t-’

‘I could,’ I say, and suddenly that is all that I want. I blink open my eyes and look at him. Viktor’s own expression is both stunned and downright wrecked, both his eyes and pupils wide. ‘R-right now. Your bed is just in there, or-or just on this table, like this-’

His jaw slackens, and Viktor looks at an honest loss for words. ‘Elizabeth-’

I am not entirely sure why I keep talking – whether it is from genuine want, or the need to continue to made Viktor say my name in such a manner, I’m not sure. Either way, there was no stopping me. I was alight and desperate, the thrum that Viktor was igniting inside of me with every draw of his fingers was slowly driving me mad. ‘I’ve-I’ve felt you,’ I rush out, chest heaving. Viktor looks down at me, eyes growing dark and darker. ‘You’re so b- fuck, I want you, Viktor-’

‘Stop it-’ he breathes, eyes wide as he stares down at me, apparently enthralled by the surge of words that continue to leave me. His words die as he thrusts himself forward, his mouth latching roughly onto my neck, teeth scraping-

‘I do,’ I tell him, desperate and close and I can’t stop talking. Viktor pulls his mouth from my neck, drawing back until he can look at me, and yet I still rant and rave. ‘Fuck – I do. I want it - you. After I - I felt you against me that night, all I can think about is how easy it would have been for you to have just pulled your cock out and fucked me-’

Viktor’s hand on my thigh takes on a near bruising touch.

I am a mad woman, entirely possessed by the feel of his fingers inside of me; of Viktor being the first person to touch me there, like this. His pace falters as he stares at me, mouth open and cheeks red and I almost come right there, just staring at how utterly destroyed he looks. He dives forward, suddenly, and kisses me hotly beneath the ear.

‘I have a theory,’ Viktor says, voice hot and warm. I jerk at the feeling, and his fingers slowly begin moving between my legs again. I stutter out a sigh, legs spreading and mouth open as his hair tickles my cheek. ‘That the closer you get to coming, the more you talk, Elizabeth’.

He curls his fingers unexpectedly, and I feel his mouth curve against my ear at the same time pleasure all but twists inside of me, so close to snapping-

‘There it is,’ Viktor mutters, almost to himself.

I am so gone that I can barely hear him anymore. This – this was nothing compared to the times I would touch myself, beyond even Viktor telling me to touch myself in his presence. I remember thinking, for many years, whether Viktor would truly be talented with his hands outside of inventing. The thought would make me blush and yet, now…

I am babbling again, spurred by the shaking in my legs and the agonisingly slow pace Viktor had elected to take on. He curls his fingers again, apparently noticing my mouth beginning to open, and I catch him smirk when I choke on my breath.

Viktor takes this as the perfect moment to flatten his palm over my mound, pressing firmly against my clit, and I all but shatter. ‘Viktor,’ I whine, and that isn’t me, it can’t be. ‘Oh, fuck, Viktor, please let me come, please j-just harder, please-’

His own breath hitches in front of me, and I watch his jaw jump as he delves suddenly deeper, his shoulders tensing as his fingers move deeper inside of me, his eyes calculating at he gauges my reactions. ‘Tell me,’ he all but growls, and were I not looking at him and were it not for the accent, I would not think those words had come from my Viktor.

And I am reminded yet again that Viktor is a man grown, and not the ambitious twenty-year-old I had left behind five years ago.

‘I’m almost- so close,’ I tell him, quiet and breathy and words falling out of my mouth in a rush. I cling to him, my fingers tight against his upper arm, his muscles tensing with every drive and curl of his fingers against me. ‘Shit – can’t you just – you could just-just fuck me right here, I-I can see how hard you are, you could-could just-’ I am shameless, the words a desperate plea to feel him, to fill this building ache inside of me.

Viktor’s pace picks up, cutting off my words in a sharp choke at the back of my throat. His forehead falls heavily against mine, his lips brushing against my own as I gasp his name. ‘Do not tempt me, Elizabeth,’ he rasps.

It is the sheer desperation in his tone, timed with a perfect curl of his fingers and a sudden pressure from his palm against my clit - and I am coming.

It snaps inside of me, my body clenching, my back arching. Viktor’s hand moves from my thigh to slide suddenly to the expanse of my neck, dipping my head back as his hot breath fans over my mouth. His fingers slow, and he so perfectly rides my orgasm out in ways that Ruby had told me men never knew how to do.

I think I say his name, though the sound gets lost in the murmurs he presents me with, his mother tongue lilting from above me as I screw my eyes shut and focus only this feeling – of knowing that someone else had brought me to this brink, to this euphoria-

I suddenly feel very much like crying.

Viktor holds me. I flop forward, and he moves until my forehead rests against his chest and hands rub soothing circles over the expanse of my back. It takes me a moment to come to, to realise what it is that he is murmuring to me.

‘-So good. So perfect. Everything I could have dreamed – you have no idea how you have surpassed all of my expectations, Elizabeth. You are so warm and responsive and-’

We cook, after Viktor has carefully buttoned up my pants and I have hopped off of the table to retrieve his cane from the floor. His kisses my forehead once, his thumbs rubbing over my pink flushed cheeks, and I stare unabashedly up at him with a bright, tired smile on my face.

We don’t mention the argument.

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