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Third Choice (Viktor/f!Reader)

another gift fic for the beautiful, wonderful, sweet lil @arcanescribbles. if you aren't following her you're dead wrong - the artwork is TO DIE FOR (especially Viktor sdjfkaljhdf).

Viktor/f!Reader 2,353 Words - NSFW Breeding Kink, Possessiveness, Semi-Public Sex

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It’s not something that comes up in conversation. Not even when you’re laying in his bed and wrapped in his sheets, when you’re quietly discussing the things that you’re carnally interested in, does it come from either of your mouths.

You think it’s because you mention something vaguely similar in passing shortly after you first put your heart on the table and begged for him to pick it up. When Viktor is explaining to you his plans for the future, the dreams he wants to pursue and the mark he wants to leave on the world in hopes that someone will remember him as more than a passing memory.

“I do not want children,” You say it plainly, with no fanfare - Viktor knows of your life, knows your plans, but this is one that hasn’t come up before. It’s important to be on the same page about these things, and it brings you immense relief when Viktor lets out a long breath and a little smile.

“Neither do I.”

And it’s settled, it never comes up again. It’s implied that since neither of you were interested in bringing extra lives into this world, that neither of you would fantasize about it during the act that would make it possible if you were careless. But you were not that, and Viktor was even more meticulous than you were.

So with that in mind, that solid line drawn in the sand, it comes as a startling shock when you’re mingling with investors and simpering toward their wallets in a valiant effort to secure more money for the development of hextech, that Viktor’s eyes are on you with a heat you typically only see in one particular situation… and that is not this gala.

There’s never any outside notions that Viktor gets jealous - once in a while, when you’re smiling with a bit too much teeth or when you’re leaning a bit too close to Jayce as he shows you some tentative blueprints, you’ll feel eyes on the back of your neck that soften as soon as you acknowledge them. It’s a push and pull, and he only speaks of it when it’s in the heat of the moment - as he stakes his claim on you in a million little ways while coaxing you to speak your affections with his fingers, tongue, and cock.

But this doesn’t go away when you bat your lashes and wave with your fingers in his direction. If anything, it only does something else, and he’s jerking his chin toward one of the doors to direct you to follow. As if you would need to - the moment he’d start walking toward those doors, you’d have been on his heels in seconds.

Viktor doesn’t speak until you’ve caught up with him down the dark hallway. With a firm hand on your back, he’s guiding you into an alcove and crowding you against the wall with his body, your back warming with the way he leans on you. It’s less about support and more about the closeness, the way he’s blocking you from moving away, as if you ever would.

“Their wandering eyes weren’t sitting well with me.”

“Are yours the only ones that can wander?”

“They do not wander - not from you,” Viktor’s answer is simple and honest, and it makes your breath catch in your throat when he emphasizes it with a hand at your waist, wrinkling the fabric of your dress with clutching fingers, “I would simply prefer that mine be the only eyes that look at you with yearning.”

And who are you to deny him that, when it’s all you’ve ever wanted? Instead of answering verbally, you tilt your head enough to offer your neck - and Viktor is more than willing to take what belongs to him as he presses the lightest kiss against the pulse point on your skin. It’s like a calm before the storm, the small bits of affection he offers before it grows in intensity.

“I want there to be no doubt,” Viktor says with a tinge of warning, a promise of what’s to come, and you swallow harshly before nodding in approval. His crutch is leaned against the wall, and he’s leaning further into you to support himself as he tucks your hair out of the way with his suddenly-free hand. The next words are spoken directly into your ear, soft and low, “No mistake that you are mine, in every aspect.”

Fingers trail down your spine, pushing into each groove in turn before he’s at the lower curve with fingers slowly pulling at your skirts to raise them inch by inch, “What would you prefer? I’ll allow you to choose - should I mark you physically? Perhaps leave my imprints on your skin as you stumble through those doors with trembling legs?”

The skirt is high enough that you can feel the brush of cold air against your wetness - you’re already aroused simply by his suggestions, you wonder what his actions will do to you. His hand still curls on your hip, kneading into your flesh even as he tucks your skirt into the band of your underwear and leaves you nearly-bare before him.

“Or,” Viktor is still at your ear, still breathing steadily against your skin and giving you goosebumps, “Should I take these and let my release drip down your thighs. To show that you have someone you’re so willing to give yourself to that you’d shamelessly show the results of your misdeeds?”

You think that’s the end of it - that there are simply two choices, and you’re going to be returning to the party with obvious signs of having been ruined by this man whose callused fingers are gliding down your ass cheek to the space between your legs. When his fingertips graze your wetness, you feel the brush of his teeth as he smiles and pushes against your arousal.

“Perhaps I should let you keep it inside, fill you up more than once, until it takes and there will be no doubt in a single mind that you are mine.”

That gives you pause, your fingers that had been flexing against the wall freezing. To his credit, Viktor is perceptive, and he is patient, watching the way your breath hitches and your mind stalls in the wake of his suggestion. You want to question it, to simply choose one of the other options he’s provided and drop the subject entirely.

Viktor would leave the subject behind if you asked, he’s already eyeing you and waiting for a sign of your approval or denial. But there’s something inside you, something wicked and understanding of why he’s suggested it, and it’s the sole driving reason for you to slowly nod your head.

“Use your words, I want to hear you say it.”

A harsh swallow punctuates your agreement, your plea.

“P-Please fill me up, Viktor.”

“I do that already,” Viktor almost sounds bored as he rubs you through the soaked fabric of your underwear - it’s wonderful, but not enough friction to make you do more than feel good. His fingertips move to your clothed clit, brushing it maddeningly light as his thumb keeps pressing against your hole. Obviously, he wants you to continue, to complete the thought and acquiesce to what he’s proposing.

To consent, you realize. To step over the clear line that had been drawn months and months ago.

“Fuck me until I’m full,” You gasp, just as he rewards you by pressing a bit harder as he circles your clit, “U-Until I’m pregnant, until I’ve got your child inside me.”

“Good girl,” Is all he says, kissing the top of your shoulder and hooking his fingers around your underwear to pull them to the side and finally touch you how you needed, “You’re dripping. I bet you’re already prepared for me, aren’t you?”

“Always,” You plead, your cheek pressing against the cool wall to calm yourself in the wake of Viktor’s fingers parting you open and finding your clit with the precision of a man who knows your body intimately. One of his hands removes from you just long enough to hear the sound of a single button and a zipper, and relief floods through you as you feel the nudge of his cock against your folds.

Viktor pauses, poised and ready to slide into you smoothly. You think he’s waiting for approval, but instead he’s kneading his thumbs into the divots in your lower back and urging you, “Do it yourself. I want to see how badly you want this, how badly you want me to fuck you until you’re full of me.”

Maybe it’s too over-eager, but Viktor has never faulted you for it, and you have a feeling he’s not about to start now. Immediately, you’re rocking back against him, pressing your forehead into the wall to ground yourself against the overwhelming feeling of Viktor’s cock stretching you to the limit. It’s familiar, but you marvel at the initial stretch every single time. Viktor’s voice is tight behind you, strangled in his throat as he groans under his breath when you squeeze around him.

Taking Viktor all the way inside isn’t easy, and it always feels endless, up until the moment his hip bones are pressing into the backs of your thighs, his brace cold against your skin as he supports himself a bit too heavily against you with the loss of his crutch. You relish in it, appreciating the myriad of sensations happening.

Always patient, but never infinitely, Viktor presses his fingers against you to hurry you along. You think about taking it slower, about dragging this out until he’s just as ragged as he’s making you feel, but it strikes you that you’re in a public place and someone could come walking down this deserted hallway at any moment.

You pull off him, pushing closer to the wall and whining below your breath at the feeling of being empty once more - and then you’re filled with a sharp lean backwards, his cock stretching you sharply with a grunt of his own. The pace you set is harsh, using the wall as leverage as you rock back into him with quiet moans of his name - they’re more of a plea, urging him to do anything, really.

Viktor obliges, finally gripping your hips and guiding you with pushing and pulling motions to the pace he wants you to go at. All the while he’s muttering to you, low enough that it feels like the only person in the world that matters is you.

“I cannot wait to see you - round with my child,” Viktor’s hand slides around your hip to your lower stomach, fingertips pressing greedily against you there as he seemingly pictures it, “Then no one will doubt it, no one will look at you and think they have a ghost of a chance when you belong to be so entirely.”

You can’t speak beyond simple pleading, one-word mutterings before you’re back to sighing his name into the wall. Viktor’s fingers are tight against you, pushing harder into your lower stomach - can he feel himself there, fucking into you more deeply than anyone ever had before?

“I wish you could see yourself - you’re taking me so well, so beautifully.”

There’s a cadence to his voice that has you spiraling higher, pushing back against him quicker with little moans and pleas of his name that he encourages with a quick demand for you to tell him what you want.

“V-Viktor, please-” Your words are cut off by a sharp breath, triggered by a particularly deep thrust that borders on painful for a sharp second, “I want you to cum inside, fill me up and claim me, p-put a child inside of me so everyone knows-”

You can’t keep speaking, not while Viktor is pushing you into the wall with thrusts so vicious that you know he’ll be sore from it. You’re so close, clenching around him desperately tight, and Viktor at least has the presence of mind still to lower the hand on your stomach to run two fingers along your clit in time with his pace.

“Do not worry, I’ll give you exactly what you want. We’re not going back to the party, not until I’m satisfied you’ve had enough.”

There’s a thickness in Viktor’s voice when he’s close to finishing, his desperation and arousal clogging his throat and making his words strained and breathy as he leans closer, pushing himself further inside as you scrape your nails against the wall. You don’t last a second longer, your orgasm overtaking you like a riptide yanking you beneath the surface. It’s like you can’t quite breathe, can’t do more than roll your eyes back and scramble for purchase against anything that would keep you from getting swept away.

Viktor’s still talking, still murmuring in your ear up until his own release, and he’s pressed uncomfortably deep inside you with bruising fingers holding you still. You can’t linger long here, especially when Viktor is already twitching inside you at the sensation of his cum leaking out.

It’s cooling already, but as Viktor pulls out and pulls your underwear back into place, it’s already forgotten in favor of righting yourselves. You share a look with Viktor as you turn around and lean against the wall - he’s already got his crutch to lean on, holding it with both hands, and his legs are a bit wobbly.

“That wasn’t too much, was it? We didn’t talk about it beforehand, so I thought you might not have wanted to-… Well, I suppose you would have chosen differently if that were the case.”

You reach a hand out to steady his quick, sharply released words. His chin rests in the palm you’d presented in front of his face, and his eyelids flutter at the sensation of your thumb moving across his jaw.

“No, it wasn’t too much. But I haven’t had enough, have you?”

Viktor’s eyes - once tired and pleased - are alight once more as he stands a bit straighter. No, he hasn’t had enough - not until you’re entirely his own.

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Let Me Tell You A Story (Viktor x neutral!Reader) Fluff/Slight Angst

Rated T for depictions of death and slight depressive episodes. A/N: I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as I could this time, trying to be as inclusive as I could >-<, please forgive me for any inconsistancies, this was a 3 am kinda night. Word Count: 3.3k Tags: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn???, Before Viktor gets really sick

Fluffy angsy goodness because I really enjoy the thought of soft Viktor just wanting to enjoy the time he spends with someone. ^-^ A/N: Sorry for the format, I’m not a tumblr expert yet, so I just try my best to lean as I go, might come back after to edit it, mostly posting for a discord chat about the wording, enjoy!

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‘Mama, tell me a story like you always do! I love when you read me your fairy tales!’ Excited tiny hands shook the handmade book you held so dearly, your white night dressings faded by the pitch of night, you stood in your mother’s’ doorway. She smiled and patted her bed, ushering you over with a laugh, ‘Come then, take a seat, let’s read a story together.” Her body frail but sincere, her arms welcomed you despite her condition.

The last time that was said was a long time ago, your mothers’ words soon being replaced by someone foreign, not uninvited, but not the same. Ever since then, you always felt out of place, a little melancholy. Now, your book, always either under your pillow or clutched to your chest, your mothers’ words rebounding in your mind, ‘My treasure, someday, someone will want to hear these the same way you do, when that day comes, keep them close and don’t let go.’, and then she was gone.

There wasn’t much to do today. Your class had just ended, and you took the opportunity to leave as soon as possible to avoid any unnecessary conversations with classmates. Right now, you were more concerned with a quiet space. The library was too loud, full of hopeless students attempting to study, the classrooms were dusty with chalk and acquainted faces that didn’t interest you, and the thought of going back to your room felt lonely and solitary. Plus, if you strayed back through the main hallways, someone was bound to catch you skipping off for some momentary peace. With your book in your hand, you somehow ended up back to the same place you always did, the lab. It gave you piece of mind, and occasionally a small conversation to keep you engaged in basic human need. You entered the lab with a soft knock, just to be polite, and ensuring whoever was there wouldn’t get spooked. You saw Viktor in his usual spot, writing some notes before going back to his tinkering. You used to do this with Jayce before Viktor came along, his presence emerging a few years ago when Jayce had his issues with his creation of Hextech. You and Viktor had common terms of wanting to be out of the view of people, just enjoying your habits without much fuss. As you got older, you found yourself less reliant on Jayce’s presence in the lab, comfortable enough to just spend time with Viktor alone. “Hi Viktor…sorry for the intrusion…. Ummm…,”, You played with your fingers a bit, not wanting to sound like a bother,” Can I just sit over there and read for a bit? I don’t want to go back to class….”. You nervously bit your lip, pointing to the loveseat that Jayce had been nice enough to bring in, saying it was for him to relax, but you knew it was for you, you’ve been coming here frequently. Viktor paused his work and turned toward you, offering a soft smile. The reaction eased your anxiety about the interruption. With a soft laugh, he ran his fingers through his hair, tired look on his face. “(Y/N), you ask that every time. Come, it’s okay, you do not need to ask anymore.” He sighed gently, knowing all too well that you would ask regardless of how close the two of you were. “Jayce isn’t in right now, but he should be back soon.” You nodded slightly and hurried over to the couch, placing your school bag on the floor. You sat down softly, fussing with the fabrics of your uniform before leaning over the edge of the loveseat to root through your bag. You felt accomplished once you found the item you needed, a crème wool sweater. Viktor had long turned around at this point, not wanting to invade your space just as much as you didn’t want to invade his. But you still felt comfortable wrapping the sweater over your body anyways, its warmth serving as a type of protection, as you propped your shoed feet on the couch, laying sideways and leaning on your arm, your book placed on the seat you rested on. You picked up where you left off in class, enjoying the story you’ve read multiple times already. You didn’t know how much time passed by, but the sudden rough opening of the door distracted you from the words on your page. You could have sworn you just got caught for skipping class but let out a staggered breath when it was just Jayce, carrying about half a dozen boxes of various materials and parts. He took no time to shout across the room toward his partner. “Viktor! Look what I got to help with the hext- “, he didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence when Viktor lifted a finger to his lips and pointed toward the lonely couch in the corner where you were currently lounging, effectively shutting Jayce up with an ‘o’ coming to his lips. Jayce chuckled and placed the boxes down, looking to you with a wave and a sheepish grin, “Hi (Y/N), sorry! I figured you’d still be in class….,” He gave you a suspicious look, knowing you were supposed to be exactly where he said. “Anyways…don’t worry, won’t be long.”, he finished. You reciprocated the wave and turned back to your book, flipping another page. Jayce turned his back to you and began talking to Viktor. You absentmindedly listened about him talk about Progress Day, and the continuation of hextech, never really understanding the words but absorbing them anyways. You weren’t really into much that involved partner work, but this wasn’t news to anyone who actually knew you. You ran your fingers along the page, lost in a thought you had quite frequently now that you were older, recalling how long it had been since you met Jayce. It must have been at least 12 years by now, right? You’d been living with the Talis’ for 10 of those years. You couldn’t even remember clearly, taking it as a mere guestimate. Had it really been 10 years since your mother died from sickness? You recounted the events, using a finger for each year; one, two, three, four, five…… all the way to current year, year 10, almost shocked at the passing of time. You panicked as intrusive thoughts convinced you that you had wasted those days, and you shook your head. Ultimately deciding avoidance of trauma was better than resurfacing it, thus you promptly put your hands back to where they were, convincing yourself that right now wasn’t the time for that. You peered back up when you heard the lab door slam again, both you and Viktor sharing an eye roll of how Jayce obviously didn’t get the hint about noise the first time. You were completely unaware of the curious gaze Viktor sent your way with how your eyes stayed glued to your book; most times he didn’t want to stare but this time, he wanted to engage. You wriggled in your spot slightly, readjusting your body and diving back into your story, only to be interrupted again, but by Viktor this time. It was almost as if he sensed you needed some closeness. He had shuffled over to the couch, looking at the empty spot; enough room for one to sit without causing discomfort. As if to signal that he had permission to sit, you set your body all the way to the back of the couch and nodded. When he sat, he didn’t cause much movement, his light body merely making your book dip down towards him slightly, nothing major. You were comfortable with the action. You and Viktor shared a healthy connection with gentle conversation; you enjoyed each other’s peace and accepted that bond between the two of you. Neither of you had admitted it, but the love you shared was special, and ran a little deeper than the brotherly love you had for Jayce. It was wholesome and sweet, never really needing much more than the occasional company paired with honey-coated words and small touches of endearment. “You know he’s going to scold you when you see him again, right?” Viktor chuckled, pushing a stray hair from your face behind your ear, your eyes never leaving your page as you flipped it again. He knew he was right by the pout that formed on your lips, letting out a frustrated huff. As you spoke he admired your features, your doe-like eyes and the soft concentrated look in them, your cheeks flushed with the slight heat emitting from the room, your hair neatly done with a slight wave, always at its best; and your fingers, small but nimble, careful to touch the paper as if you were scared they would crumble under your touch. He felt that too sometimes. “I know, but…. I just don’t want to be there right now. It’s always so noisy…” He gave a satisfied hum to your complaint, understanding what you meant. His hands slipping under your book and you watched it disappear from your vision. You never had thought to share your book, always opting to keep it like a diary more than anything. Viktor knew a lot about you, but not about the book, where you didn’t want to burden him with your past. You chose to stay in the present, enjoying what time you two spent together, now. But you were certain Jayce had mentioned things to him, perhaps a preface to your attitude toward school and people, but he never brought it up, so it was safe to assume he didn’t know much about your past other than the solid form of familial relation you shared with Jayce and his Mother. Viktor studied the page for a moment and raised an eyebrow with his hand under his chin. “What are these? Fairy tales? I did not take you as the fantasy type, (y/n).” His words embarrassed you as you hurriedly took the book back, closing it with a panicked snap. “My mother wrote them for me, I only read them as a memory to her.” You body stiffened as you felt like he judged you even with your explanation, but instead he smiled and brought the book back to its original position, open and ready. “Read them to me, (y/n). I could use a break anyways; I want you to tell me a story.” His body comfortably leaning into your abdomen, the feeling of his brace apparent but not something you hated. The sudden pang in your heart felt almost offensive, like he was playing with your heartstrings, albeit unintentionally, as you recited your mothers words in your head. “My treasure, someday, someone will want to hear these the same way you do, when that day comes, keep them close and don’t let go.” You felt more defensive than usual in this instance. You blinked and tilted your head, almost as if he was joking. He couldn’t possibly want you to read him a children’s story, could he? A short, abrupt laugh ripples your chest, “You can’t be serious! I promise they’re not that interesting!” You couldn’t say much, you were literally doing the same action he asked of. “Nonsense,” He argued, gently waving his hand as if it would get rid of your excuse, “I spend day and night reading and writing mathematic equations, I’m sure a children’s story couldn’t possibly be less interesting than that.” As he spoke, he pushed a hand under your chin, lifting it to look at him, golden eyes matching the smile on his lips.

“Besides, what a treat it would be. I’ve always been curious about what you read.” Your heart skipped a beat, wondering if he was being flirtier than usual, or just trying to shake your panic away and open up a little more, regardless, it couldn’t hurt. The sigh that left your lips told him that he’d convinced you to follow through, as his body relaxed into yours. He let out a small breath as his head hit the back of the loveseat, a hand coming to his forehead where he felt comfortable with his tired form.

You send him a glance to check if he was ready, confirming he was, then began to read softly,

“Long ago, nations often fought for domination. Going to war for the sake of wanting to be powerful, never really understanding the consequences of their actions. It was hated against hated, the yearn for love never reaching the bloodied borders. Except for two. Aera was a princess through and through, dignity, wealth, knowledge, always tending to her subjects in a manner her father couldn’t grasp. Her contrast to the harshness of Noxus made her kingdom loyal to her decisions, wanting more of the soft, radiant warmth she projected. On the opposite side of the border, there was a prince, just the same, except his dignity torn to shreds by Demacian citizens for being too soft.-“

You glanced up to see Viktor, whom was peering down at you with one eye open, as if you tease you, like he caught you at just the right moment; you both shared a giggle before he shut his eyes, turned his head, a small smile cracking on his face. You took a breath and continued reading, fighting back the urge to grin as you replayed that special moment in your head.

“Hammon tried to be stronger, never really understand the concept of hardness. One day in his travels for political reasons, he met Aera. Floored by her beauty, the prince quickly made excuses to get to know her whilst he stayed. They found they related more than they though, both of them kind and not interested in the outside world. While realizing they may be falling in love, Aera’s father found them one day in the garden, laughing and rolling around, stealing kisses whenever the other wasn’t looking. Aera’s father, enraged, banished Hammon from ever seeing her again…..”

The story went on for some time, detailing the unrequited love and the daring attempt to elope and run away, a classic trope in which stories were written.

You let out a soft sigh, closing your book only to realize Viktor was staring at your face again, seemingly lost in thought, his hand still on his forehead, his neck slightly turned toward you. With your eyes trying to look anywhere but his, a faint blush formed on your cheeks.

“Why are you staring at me?…” You mumble, fingers tracing the embossed lettering of the book cover.

This ended his trance, snapping his eyes to his desk briefly.

“Nothing! I just thought it was a really good story, - “, his voice was changed when he asked a question, “-Why haven’t you talked about them before?”

You shift uncomfortably, not really wanting to admit you were angsty and lonely, the feeling of not being included in anything growing up because you were an orphan, now that you had no bloodline left. Instead, you preface your words with the half-truth.

“My mother died when I was young, this book is all I have left, and it makes me feel loved when I read them.” Your soft eyes showed the loss of part of your soul as you spoke, “She was sick……when I moved in with Jayce’s family, Ximena used to read them to me, but it never felt quite the same…”.

His face looked at you with pity, understand the concept of lonely. Losing people that you shouldn’t have lost; letting go of them too soon. He almost felt guilty based on his current sickly state, fearing he’d bring back those memories should he die anytime soon. He pushed himself up with a soft grunt, supporting his body with one hand while cupping your cheek with the other, rubbing a thumb over the blush you still had.

“You’re so strong, I say that sincerely.” A smile sticking to his face, “I loved the story, (y/n), I love everything about you.”

You looked at him with awe,

this was why you loved him, he’s the one you can’t let go of now

; his voice soft, his accent prominent but his words engraving themselves into your mind. As if he understood anything you babbled on about.

You couldn’t help but sit up, turning your body to face him and leaned into his touch, heart beating at the secret, safe moment of

now.

You heard your mothers voice again, clearer this time, not sad. Almost as if her words ushered you to follow through with them. ‘

Keep them close and don’t let go.’

Burdened by the surge of emotion, you leapt into Viktor’s arms, giving him a tight hug, declaring the words that you were once too frighted to speak where they flooded out all at once,

“I love you, Viktor! I do, I really do-, you make me feel safe, -and-and…wanted.”

You dug your face into the crook of his neck, shaking your head, fear that even an inch of difference between you would make him leave forever.

You expected his body to be stiff, but instead he reciprocated the actions by snaking long arms around your body, holding you close, chuckling at your stuttering worded confession.

He grasped your shoulders, pulling you back to peer into your eyes, “(Y/N), I love you too.” The words feeling unfamiliar, but not unsolicited as they escaped his throat. You two looked at each other before balancing your eyes downward to each other’s lips, sealing the confession with a chaste kiss, full of love, but also awkwardness.

Viktor was the first to speak, his voice still playful, splitting the embarrassment between the two of you,

“Shall we read another?”, he beckoned, with the book now back in his lap, opening to the story after the one you had just read. You began to read to him again. You wanted to share the memory of this moment forever, the soft blue glow of the hexcore balance with the dim light of the lamp next to you making the moment all the more ethereal.

The two of you ended up reading for over two hours, exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you in the late evening.

Here you were, book and hand on Viktor’s lap the other resting under your head, Viktor’s head nestled against your shoulder, while yours laid against the arm of the loveseat, both of you asleep. A soft look graced your features, feeling safe and humble in the current situation. Nothing but the sound of your steady breathing and rising chests; peaceful. The pair of you not caring right now of the outside world, too exhausted to dissuade the situation if someone were to catch you.

Jayce came back around dinner time, wanting to ask if anyone was hungry when he shut the door behind him and stumbled at the sight of the two of you. He raised a brow in confusion, before taking the time to put some actual thought into what was happening in front of him. As he concluded, he wondered where his mind had been all this time to never catch on to the two of you getting closer, this close.

He laughed softly, trying not to cause much noise as he turned his heel to leave for something to eat by himself.

“I told them; all it would take was a story.” He shook his head, as if to say, ‘I told you so’, a hand running a down his face in slight disbelief, “But this better not interrupt our work too much.” The childish remark playfully left his lips as he walked into the hallway, leaving you two to wake up on your own, writing your own story chapter by chapter, that you’ll repeat to someone new, someday.

‘I wish your mother could be here to see this, (y/n). She would have been so proud of you.’

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A Night to Remember (Part 3)

ModernAU!Viktor x f!Reader x Jayce Talis | 4.2K | 18+

Viktor proves a point with his lips. Jayce gives a house tour and tastes a wet pussy. Everyone is really fucking horny.

A/n: all ur love on this series enticed me to make this part a little longer. enjoy x

PART 1 | PART 2

Jayce could tell something had happened between you and Viktor, just by the way Viktor was smiling. A giddy energy had breathed new life into his movements, his entire body turned to you at any given moment, devout and dedicated.

He was completely in his own world, where the only thing he saw was you; those sparkling eyes and that all-knowing smirk, with a waist and thighs carved specifically to be cradled by capable hands. Jayce couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that you hadn’t chosen him, but he could still manage to be happy for his friend.

But it was certainly strange, seeing his two best friends finally being so openly enamoured with each other. Viktor kept poking you. He kept letting his hands slide down to your hips, in front of everyone, his touches brazenly suggestive. And you were touching him back; just a lot more often with your lips. A peck to his cheek, a kiss laid on his hand – everyone could see exactly what was bound to occur by the end of the night.

Including Sky.

“Nope,” Jayce was firm as he moved the bottles of vodka and gins out of her reach. He had just finished making the wet pussy shots, and they were lined up in a fuchsia row, ready to be served only to the people who weren’t too far gone.

Sky was way too far gone.

“I just neeeeeed it,” she slurred her words, barely able to stand straight without planting her hands on the kitchen counter, “I need it for spin the- hic, bottle.”

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this is so cute, i love this so much <3

In Due Time- Viktor/ Reader

(A/N: Never wrote a story before, but I felt very inspired and really want to give Viktor the wholesome love he deserves, sorry if he’s a bit out of character, but the reader and him have been in a relationship for a while at this point, maybe 3 years or so if my math worked out right! Also heavily unedited so there may be many mistakes, this is just meant for friends but publishing on Discord is really difficult in text >_<) ———————————————————————————————————– In Due Time- The phrase in which is often said to people who lack patience but have the desire to be great. Everything will come to them when the time is right. ———————————————————————————————————– Tink. Tink. Tink.

You sit there, watching meticulous hands play with copper and gold, a screwdriver with a flat head, pulling a piece one way and then moving to another spot. You lay your head on the desk, flitting your fingers just to have some sort of sense of necessity as you continue to watch the man beside you furrow his brow, squinting at the blue core in front of you both.

You didn’t hate being here with him, it just got boring some days lately. You liked to have some contribution to the work being done, and right now, your brain wasn’t as stimulated as it could be.

Instinctively, as if to just change the pace, you reach out your fingers, eyes glancing up to Viktor, his goggles on and ignoring you meticulously trying to figure out the hexcore. As you reach towards it, almost entranced that just a little touch couldn’t hurt, a sudden squeeze to your wrist, Viktor’s hand holding it and using gentle force to push it away. He frowns quickly.

“You can’t touch that. It’s unstable.”, He says, words thick like honey but sharp like thorns; turning back to his work, nothing more to elaborate as you place your fingers back on the warm table where your head rested moments before, slightly embarrassed.

A few more minutes pass, and you’re doing it again, just because the world doesn’t stop for anyone, just because you’ll go insane if you don’t at least try to get something out of this experience (it’s been so long since you’ve actually helped with the core). He lets out a heavy, irritated sigh, taking your hands and placing them in your lap, resting his over yours as if it’s the only thing keeping them still now. You take note of his face, tired, frustrated, but trying to be understanding of your impatience.

“….(y/n)…I told you once, I’m trying to do this, and you wanting to pick at it, does not make things any easier.”

You bite your lip, embarrassment sinking in again before protesting.

“But Viktor-“, He stops you, and you huff and stare him down for a few seconds, as if challenging his aura, folding your arms and speaking out regardless, “ I want to do something” drawing you the last word for emphasize on your boredom, before starting again, “sitting at a desk while spectating wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when you asked for my help!”. The last part of the sentence came off as a little rude. Accusatory almost. But you try to hold a stiff posture regardless. It wouldn’t have been a lie to say you’re angry, the desire to be hands-on was incredibly engraved in your head. He knows. He knows you would much rather be helping.

Whether it was the puppy dog eyes, or the pout, he’ll never know which convinced him that you were just trying to feel included. And a small pang of guilt hit him, as he gently turned his chair to face the desk again, taking off the goggles that now forced his hair to slightly stick up as they pushed against the front of his head. The silence was thick, almost suffocating as you held your breath and subconsciously wheeled your chair back from him about half an inch. You felt bad, like you overstepped.

Sharply inhaling, you brace yourself to be told off, letting out a big exhale, only to be caught by hands on your chair, lurking you forward. The sudden jolt startled you to the point where wide eyes met tired, soft ones, but not before indulging in the playful glint that struck his features, making the adrenaline pump through your veins. He chuckles at your reaction and places a kiss against your forehead.

“Love, I’m not trying to be harsh, I have been incredibly focused lately trying to figure this out. It’s just not working….” the last sentence seeming more like a mumble to himself in exasperation than anything. You look at him, as if to ask why you can’t be of service, but he speaks again, soft voice, hand on your cheek.

“If you got hurt, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself, I wish you would understand that. I know it’s hard, to love someone who spends all of their time here..”, he trails off, his hand leaves your face and showcases the lab, dark. Except for the faint blue glow between the two of you.

You twirl your fingers, the serious conversation making you antsy, before deciding to bite the bullet and opening your mouth. “I’m sorry, I just- “, the audible frustrated groan leaving your lips was unexpected, “- I just can’t sit here and watch, I want to help, I’m capable..”, your hand coming to your chest, wanting to prove that you are as invested in Hextech as he and Jayce are. Viktor sighs, knowing you didn’t listen to his previous point, going back to his usual unspoken demeanour as he formulated the words he wanted to say. If you got hurt, what good would that do anyone.

He instead decides to get up, taking his cane under his arm, offering a hand. Instinctively you take it, as so many times, before, just because you trusted him and loved him. “Let’s take a walk.”. His tone sincere and as normal as it usually is when you are his only attention. You trail behind him, out of the lab, and into the dark hallways, the realization of the time finally setting in, leaving your inner thoughts to question why you’re arguing in the first place this late at night, it was long into the night, you two really should have been in bed…. Nevertheless, you pace behind him, still holding his hand as you walk down the hallway, recognizing the beautiful paintings and gold-plated trim.

You suddenly halt, him sitting on a bench in the corridor, patting the seat next to him. You sit softly and tilt your head, noticing his arm stretched out and pointing to something across the way, a photograph. Small enough to go unnoticed in the crowds, large enough to be seen in moments like now, the gold plaque shining, “Progress Day, Jayce Talis, Viktor, and newest, (y/n).” Confused as to why he was putting his attention on it, you got up and read the words that were too far to read a moment ago. “Young academy student, (y/n), aged 24, readily joins with Jayce Talis and his partner, Viktor, for the ongoing project with ‘Hextech’”

The body behind you gets closer, the sound of metal tamping the floor and you feeling warm hands pull your hair from your face from behind, over your ears, to the back of your dimly lit neck before letting it fall naturally.

“Amazing work, that (y/n), spent years researching Hextech and writing an incredible paper about it.” You laughed softly, leaning into his touch before speaking, “That paper took forever to write, I think from the time I started here until that day, 6 years.” You shudder at the sense of time loss, where did it go?

Viktor spoke again, soft and stern, “If you could wait that long to join us, I have faith that you can understand the wait to play with the hexcore..”, you turn around and nod lightly, somewhat understanding that your lack of patience could make things harder sometimes. The sudden ‘o’ forming on your lips at your own lack of awareness, cheeks heating up at the thought that you were acting selfish and unsafe, like a child….

He laughed softly, followed by a small cough, leaning away from you but placing a hand on your cheek. “I did not anticipate falling in love with you”, the genuine look made you melt, reddening the blush as he spilled his heart out, the intimate moment of just the two of you, heightened by the dead silence.

Viktor continued, “I have reason to protect you, you are smart, but if I lose you because you get overconfident, I will not be able to continue…”, the pleading look in his eyes spoke wonders. Instinctively, you now understood, he couldn’t bear to live without the one thing keeping him inspired. He’s scared, uncertain, and most of all….right. You shift your mind back to the other week, the scare you had when the core reacted unexpectedly, almost like it was going to blow up. Then you think back to the story of how Jayce and Viktor met, you just started at the academy, the lab explosion caused by the gems. It really wasn’t safe. The fast paced changes made it threatening to be in its vicinity, but

Viktor wants you involved, just not so up-close if something would happen. Feeling guilty for your childish behavior, you quickly pull him down for a kiss, slow but meaningful, reminding you of all the reasons you love him. He takes care of you, and you him, it’s simple yet wonderful. You pull back with content, meeting his eyes and staring into them intensely.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe, phrase almost becoming a whisper. “I didn’t mean to be impatient, but I understand a little better.”

Breaking the tension with a delighted reaction, you clasp your hands together, smiling widely. “Let’s get back to work then!”. Startled at the change it atmosphere, he raises a questioning brow.

“I’m just saying, Viktor, the sooner you iron out those kinks, the sooner I can get my hands dirty again!”

Viktor chuckled at you softly, knowing you understood the point of the moment but still so eager to be back to business, patience only thinning so much. As the eccentric, determined person you were, always finding a brighter side when you finally understood the reason behind the tension. A natural go-getter personality.

Walking back to the lab, you hastily sit down in your chair, patting his while you wait for him to reach you. A few moments passed and he was engrossed with his mindless muttering sand twirling of hair.

You take a glance at him, smiling as he worked, softly giggling to yourself like a love sick idiot.

Tink. Tink. Tink.

This time you didn’t feel anxious, impulsive to get into its’ business, instead diving your nose back in your journal. Making a note about the progress of Hextech, and how you will patiently wait for your time to come again.

The last two lines of the notes, ‘In Due Time.’, served as a scribbled reminder that one day everything will fall into place, properly.

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oh my-

Ego Death

Silco x gn!Reader | 3.4K | 18+

After a meeting with some chem-barons goes south and Silco gets shot, you return to Silco’s lair to patch him up. As his resident torturer, tasked with getting information out of people, you have the right tools to get him fixed up. Though, Silco seems more interested in keeping your hands on him than being sewn back together neatly.

A/n: there’s some blood and description of gore (bullet wound) in this fic so pls only read if you’re okay with that!

This one is dedicated to my dear Bear, who has been treating me to the most delicious jayce art in exchange 💕

Silco’s grunts hit the back of his teeth as he stumbled into the seat at his desk. Shaky hands fumbled for the glowing pink refuge that would dull the pain in his lower abdomen, the toxic iridescence drowning in his palm. Each breath that filled his lungs put pressure atop the bullet, lodged somewhere below his final right rib, eliciting a sensation that could only be compared to having barbed wire pulled through your body.

Your hands were comparatively steady as you unfurled your leather tool pack, fingers dancing over the assortment of steel as you searched for the right instrument to use. You slid a pair of small, clean pliers out as Silco injected the shimmer into his bloodstream, a long sigh falling from his parted lips, head falling back on his chair.

“Are those the same pliers you used to make that Piltovian enforcer talk?” He grumbled out, hooded eyes following you across the room as you went to the basin to wash your hands.

A dry laugh rasped the back of your throat. It had been a long day, and all you wanted to do was fall into bed and forget about all the blood you’d seen. But Silco had said he only trusted one person to stitch him up right, and that was his in-house “persuasion artist”. You had no clue what gave him the idea that you’d be as good at mending things as you were at breaking them.

“I always sanitize my tools, boss,” you reassured him, lathering soap over your hands. The running water kept a steady rhythm to his panting breaths. “Unless I want them to experience the pain of infection, and trust me, sometimes the feeling of rotting from the inside out is much worse than anything a sharp edge can do to you.”

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oh fuck ???

Open Schedule - Viktor x Reader x Jayce (Explicit)

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Jayce brings Viktor somewhere special for his 30th birthday.

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"Jayce, this is hardly necessary."

"Of course it's necessary! You don't turn thirty every day !"

Viktor sighed as Jayce enthusiastically led him through the posh streets of Piltover, grinning from ear to ear. The thinner man watched as his breath danced into the air, fading into the night. He shivered.

"I do not need any more reminders of my aging. Frankly, I would have been perfectly content with staying in the lab tonight."

"And that's exactly why I'm not letting you stay in the lab." Jayce countered, looking left and right before crossing the road. Viktor did not bother; Piltover was nothing like Zaun, the streets almost entirely empty at night, the few drunks carefully monitored by enforcers. Jayce threw constant glances back at him, as if to check he hadn't run off back to the academy with his good leg. "You need to learn to let go of the job a little. It's your birthday !"

Viktor sighed again, feeling another particularly strong breeze go right through him; his leg ached in response.

"I do suppose you're right," he said with defeat. "Where are you bringing me ?"

"It's a surprise." Jayce beamed. "A buddy of mine recommended the place." His large shoulders shivered slightly, and he shoved in hands in his pockets to keep them warm. "It shouldn't be too far ahead. Man, it's colder than I thought today…"

They kept walking in companionable silence, Viktor's crutch echoing metallically on the cobblestone. Neither of them commented as the buildings slowly grew more decrepit, the chic homes morphing into seedy bars along their way. Eventually, it seemed like even the moon's comforting light didn't reach them anymore, kept out by looming buildings and dubious neon signs. After a few minutes, Jayce finally stopped, a look of worry now etched on his face.

"That's… strange." he muttered to himself, pulling out a small paper with an address from his pocket. "He said it was in Piltover. But we're…" he said hesitantly, glancing towards the dim, looming street. "Getting lower."

Viktor arched an eyebrow, taking the paper from Jayce's hands and glancing over at the scribbled location: "And do you have a problem with that ?"

"Of course I have a-" Jayce began indignantly, immediately realizing his mistake and putting his hands up to his chest in defense, "I mean- that's not what I meant, it just looks a little unsafe there, don't you think? Especially at night."

He threw another glance at the street, visibly jumpier than he wanted to admit. "Maybe… maybe we should just go back. I'll find another place closer to the academy. I can carry you back if you're too tired."

"Nonsense." Viktor scolded, handing the paper back to Jayce as he started walking down the pathway. "You have made me walk all the way here, I am not going back without seeing what you've been prancing around for the last hour." He looked back at his partner, amused despite himself at how Jayce, for all his size, almost cowered behind him.

"Come on now."

He followed hesitantly, and on they went into the dark.

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"Its… here."

Viktor looked at Jayce like he had grown a second head.

"A… brothel." he said dryly, perusing his lips in distaste. "You have brought me to a brothel."

"I didn't think it was a brothel!" Jayce protested before lowering his voice, like he was scared of being heard. "He just said it was a… gentlemen's club. I thought we could just see some girls dancing and have a drink!"

Viktor threw him a look. "Obviously, you were wrong." His hand reached for the front door's handle before Jayce hastily pulled him away by the back of his vest.

"What are you doing?!" He hissed.

"Entering. We have made it the whole way here. Don't you want to see what that friend of yours was talking about ?"

Jayce looked into Viktor's amber eyes, and his partner stared right back, unflinching. Jayce hesitantly loosened his hold against the clothing, and Viktor opened the door without a word.

The inside looked very much like the outside: dark, old wood from floor to ceiling, half ripped out tapestry barely covering strangely wet spots. The strong smell of mold was barely covered by the even stronger one of cheap incense. But it was warm, and much more welcoming than the temperature outside.

"Reservation ?" an old woman in heavy makeup grunted, not looking up from her magazine. Her small, chubby feet laid on the register, her graying hair in fat rolls a stark contrast with the uncomfortably revealing latex getup she wore.

"No," Jayce began, voice faltering, "but it's my friend's birthday, and we thought we could… book a dance ?"

The woman grunted, looking at them with disinterest above her magazine. Her stature made it difficult to know if she was human or yordle; she cracked her toes. "More and more of you big city folk coming here." She leered, her missing teeth more numerous than the ones she had left. "Lucky us."

Without ever moving her legs from the counter, she pulled out a large open book from under the registry, squinting at the scribbled writing. "You're in luck. Our best is free tonight." She grumbled, tapping a name on the sheet of paper next to an empty column. "She'll cost you extra."

Jayce looked at Viktor wearily, who only nodded his head curtly in response. He sighed, detaching a small pouch from his belt and handing it to her, carefully avoiding her exposed feet. She opened it and inspected it cautiously, tapping her pointed nails against the coins. "You forgot the Piltover fine."

"The Piltover fine ?" Jayce repeated in confusion.

"You pay a bonus for coming from above. That's fifty more."

Jayce sputtered, looking at her indignantly; she shrugged.

"If you don't like it, you can both grab your shit and leave." she said, already pocketing the gold Jayce had given her. "Good luck finding whores in the golden city."

Jayce gave Viktor a final desperate look, hoping his friend had finally changed idea, only to be met by his same stubbornly expectant gaze. Wordlessly, Jayce pulled more money from his pocket, slamming it pointedly on the register.

"Good." the old woman smiled almost sincerely, revealing more rotten teeth. "Room 245, second floor. Only rule is that there ain't any." she said, using her magazine to point towards a looming staircase. "You're paying extra if she has anything broken. After that, it's free game." she added, throwing them one last look before disappearing again under her magazine. "Have fun"

"Viktor," Jayce whispered as they slowly went up the stairs, tapping his shoulder urgently. "It's not too late to back out. I don't care about the cash- we can just go."

"And for a scientist, you lack a surprising amount of curiosity." Viktor responded as they made it to the second floor, his bad leg dragging against the creaky floor. He opened the door to the room without hesitation, and Jayce peaked worriedly over his shoulder.

The room was much cleaner than the reception. Where the paint had been chipped downstairs, it looked like a fresh one had just been applied there. The thick smell of roses was even more present, almost dizzying. Jayce spotted the burning incense next to an old record player, a slow tune coming out of it with difficulty. A woman in a light dress sat barely dressed in front of a dresser, brushing her hair, her alluring face partially obscured from the low lights.

Visibly surprised by your visitors, you put the brush down, a curious smile on your face.

"Welcome," you said, getting up from the small ottoman to greet them. Viktor let out an embarrassed cough, looking away, and Jayce stared a hole into the leaky ceiling. Your outfit hid even less than at first sight: like a cloud of translucent silk, the pink fabric draped over your breasts delicately, barely hiding nipples adorned with golden jewelry. It enveloped your hips like a loincloth, generously showing smooth, delicate skin.

"I wasn't told to expect anyone else tonight," you said softly as if you were speaking to frightened animals. Summoning all his fortitude, Viktor made a step forward and willed all his focus to look straight at your face, Jayce still too embarrassed to move an inch. His cheeks were red as he muttered: "We've made a last-minute appointment."

"I see. And what should I call you gentlemen ?" you replied more playfully, taking a certain pleasure in their visible awkwardness.

"Viktor." he breathed out, eyes quickly darting down and right back up as your breasts slightly swayed underneath the transparent fabric. He shoved his hand in your direction and you shook it, throwing him an amused look. You looked behind him expectedly; Jayce finally mustered the strength to look at you, his cheeks burning. "I'm Jayce."

"First time here ?"

Neither of them replied. You let out a small, crystalline laugh, motioning for them to sit on the bed. They seemed to relax slightly as they both sat on the edge, Jayce anxiously shuffling his feet.

"It's alright to be a little stressed out. I have something just for that."

You hummed to the broken record's tune as you went back to the drawer, pulling out a small glass vial. The liquid inside swirled with an otherworldly glow, a deep, almost neon purple. Jayce looked at it suspiciously, eyes narrowing in lack of recognition. But a knowing look glinted in Viktor's eyes, and he watched the tiny container with fascination as you sat between them.

"What… is that ?" Jayce whispered distrustfully.

"A little something most topsiders don't know about. Helps us keep ourselves afloat down here. We can't afford the pure product, so this is mostly watered down," you said, shaking the bottle with caution before taking the cap off, "but it works wonders on stress and stamina."

You handed it towards Jayce, who moved back, raising a cautious hand. "No, thank you."

"It's not poison." you reassured him, taking a small swing of the bottle yourself. You licked your lips as you closed your eyes, a small tremor shaking your body. When you opened them again, they shimmered brightly with a purple hue. You handed the rest of the vial to Viktor expectantly, who promptly drank the same amount.

"Viktor !" Jayce protested.

"Not to worry." he said calmly, body going tense for a second before promptly relaxing. "I know what I am doing."

He put the almost empty vial against Jayce's chest, looking up at him ardently, irises a deep violet. "Trust me ?"

Jayce's lips tightened into a fine line as he took it into his hands, still clearly weary. "You know I always do."

His muscles clenched the moment he drank it, a vein bulging on his thick neck; the world shifted around him, colors flashing, scents and visions overwhelming him. It was gone as soon as it came, only leaving behind a vague, drunken high. He shook his head, eyes wide: "Wow… what's…in that ?"

"Nothing you should worry your pretty little head about." you replied with a smirk, taking the vial from his unsure hands and tossing it into a can close to the door, where other identical empty bottles laid.

"So, any plans for the evening? Any requests?"

"Well," Jayce started, feeling suddenly more confident, "It's his birthday, so he should get the first dance."

"Oh, a birthday ?" you said excitedly. "I haven't gotten one of those in a while." You turned your body towards Viktor, trapping his thighs between your open legs. "But I can do a lot more than dance."

"Really now ?" he said, purple glowing into his gaze, bashfulness completely forgotten as he put his hands around your hips, "Show me then."

You smirked and snaked a jeweled finger inside his collar, beckoning him closer. His lips were onto you fast and wild, tongues fighting, your hands moving into his hair. He hummed into the kiss, throwing a sly glimpse to Jayce before bitting your lips. You moaned lightheartedly, and Jayce felt his throat dry up. The both of you finally pulled away, Viktor panting with difficulty. The blush was back on his cheeks, but the look in his eyes spoke differently than it had earlier: He wanted more.

"You wanted a dance now, did you?" you smirked, sweet breath tingling on his skin. He smiled back: "I do believe so."

You laid the top part of your body delicately against the bed, still straddling him. Slowly, you lowered yourself against his crotch, moving back and forth to the low beat of the record. Your jewelry clattered as you undulated above his body, and he watched, transfixed. A small whimper echoed in the room, and Jayce reddened furiously when he realized it came from him; you threw him a mischievous look. Viktor's hands started moving, going from your hips to your barely covered ass, sliding them under the thin silk. Something in his eyes studied you, like he was committing every detail of your swaying body to mind. His hands groped you with more purpose, pushing you down against him. Yet you kept dancing like he had asked, weaving a hand through your own hair, tantalizingly rubbing against the tent forming in his pants.

Jayce cleared his throat, suddenly feeling like he was intruding on something he shouldn't be. Viktor seemed to finally remember he was there, breaking eye contact with you to look at him; yet for the red tint his face had taken, his expression wasn't one of embarrassment. You smiled at Jayce, still moving against the other man: "Plan on staring all night, pretty boy ?"

"Well, huh," Jayce started, glancing down to the slight bulge in his pants. "It's his birthday, and there's just you here, so…"

You raised an eyebrow in mock offense: "So you don't think I can take more than one man at once ?"

He stuttered "That's not what I meant, I-"

"Jayce." Viktor interrupted, accent thick. "Just kiss her."

He let out a low whimper before grabbing your shoulders and kissing you. He bit harder than Viktor, more deeply, and soon, you tasted the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. He pulled away slightly, panting, a worried look on his face. "Was that too rough ?"

"Could have been rougher." you smirked slightly, licking off specks of red on his lips. "I can do that…" he replied, a strong hand cupping your neck. Viktor hummed under you, visibly content with the way things were heading: "I propose taking off clothing first." The bigger man stared at his partner and then back at you in question. Your eyes shimmered with something dark, rubbing against Viktor one last time before getting off him:

"Clothes off."

Jayce shimmied desperately out of his clothes, getting his arm stuck in his shirt's sleeve and almost ripping it off. Viktor seemed to take the calmer approach, detaching the buttons one by one, but his trembling fingers and the way he cursed under his breath betrayed him. He finished first, only leaving his underwear on as Jayce kept fighting with his clothes.

Beads of precum had already stained the front, his erection barely contained by the fabric. You led his body on top of yours and touched the clothed tip with a delicate finger, tracing its thickness and making the thin man hiss. "And here I thought Piltover was compensating for something. Guess I was wrong." you whistled as you pushed the last piece of fabric off him, letting his large erection spring free. "And I thought," he echoed, letting his own fingers toy with the small golden chain piercing your breasts, "that there was no such thing as perfection in Zaun. Yet here we both are."

"Don't start without me !" Jayce whined as he finally got himself out of the shirt.

"I cannot believe you need instructions to get out of your own clothes." Viktor glanced back at a now fully naked Jayce playfully. "Now, might I propose one for each ?"

Before either of you could ask what he meant, Viktor was onto you, sucking on your left breast with fervor, tugging at the chain with his teeth. Jayce followed suit, like he was scared of being forgotten, and tried to fit as much as he could of your other breast into his mouth. You sighed in pleasure, putting both your hands into their hair, tugging to make them suck harder. Jayce crooned against your skin, determinedly humping your side as he roughly shoved two thick fingers inside you.

"Eager, isn't he ?" Viktor smirked against your nipple, his tongue nimbly working the bundle of nerves.

"Is he always like this ?" you exhaled as Jayce started skillfully moving his digits.

"I'm afraid so."

"I'm right here you know?" the bigger man complained, adding a third finger in and pumping to the rhythm of his own hips. You moaned, his large hand fully covering your pussy, holding onto with so firmly with each thrust it almost hurt.

"Are you gonna fuck me like that ?" you whimpered, glancing into his eyes. That seemed to break any sense of self-control the shimmer had left him with: he flipped you on your stomach, ignoring Viktor's indignant yelp, bringing your ass up with the hand he had had in you seconds earlier.

"Viktor," he said, his voice utterly desperate. "Choose. Quick."

Viktor analyzed him for a moment, staring at the way Jayce seemed to unconsciously hump the air next to your thighs. "Front," he said simply, positioning himself in front of your face, the tip of his cock twitching against your cheek. "But wait until I say you can go."

"Viktor-!" he immediately objected.

"I remember you saying it was my birthday. Did I misunderstand ?"

Jayce made a sound of protest but obeyed, palming himself with urgency. Viktor focused back on you, fondly parting your lips with his long fingers and letting your tongue wrap around them. Smiling, he directed his cock into your mouth, sighing instantly at the wet warmth. You sucked on the tip first and then went further down, only stopping your progression when he hit the back of your throat. A small smirk tugged his soft features at the sight of you struggling only halfway around his length.

"Jayce." he said absentmindedly, petting your hair as you attempted to push through your gag reflex to take a few more inches, "you can go."

In an instant, muscled arms grabbed your hips roughly, pulling you right onto his rock solid cock and off Viktor's. You let out a surprised cry before it melted into a moan as he started pistoning into you, hands wrapped tightly against your hips. Your thoughts lost all coherence, mind melting.

"Fuck!" he shouted, moving you like a ragdoll, "fuck, fuck, good girl-!"

"Jayce." Viktor said drily.

When he didn't stop, he repeated the name with a tone of clear warning. Jayce finally slowed his pace to look at him, panting as he kept fucking into you. "Oh… sorry." Disgruntled, Viktor tapped your cheek gently for you to open your mouth for him again. It took you a moment to focus, the feeling of Jayce still deep into you overwhelming. You let your tongue loll out and he shoved it back into you, humming pleasantly as you moved up and down his dick with Jayce's trusts. Jayce slapped your ass roughly: "You're so tight, fuck-"

"Be nice," Viktor reprimanded, a comforting hand petting your head. "To think you'd be such an animal in bed. She's being such a sweetheart for us."

He tugged softly on the jeweled chain piercing your nipples, loving the vibrations of your moans muffled by his cock. With his free hand, he palmed what you couldn't fit of his dick, feeling warmth pooling into his stomach as drool escaped from the corner of your lips. "Getting close…"

"Me too. Can I -she's clenching so hard- can I come in you ?" Jayce asked weakly, fingers digging deeply into your skin.

You made a faint sound of agreement before Viktor pushed out of you, holding your mouth open with one hand and still stroking himself with the other. "Use your words, sweet thing. Tell us." he cooed.

"Please…" you said, hiccuping as Jayce made another unforgiving trust, slapping your other cheek. "Please cum in me…"

Viktor nodded, smiling, letting himself back into you. "Fuck, fuck !" Jayce cursed loudly, chest tightening. "I-"

He never finished his sentence, groaning as he unloaded into you. You came with him, sobbing with Viktor still down your throat. Jayce held you snugly against him for a few seconds, grip deadly, as if he wanted to shoot in you as deeply as he could. Cum immediately started dripping out of you as he pulled out, his softened dick now cozy against your ass.

"Mm…" Viktor praised you, "you took him so well. All his cum. Incredible." He guided your head up, making your teary gaze stare into his. "Do you think you can take all of mine ?" You mumbled something that sounded like a broken "yes", and that was his undoing. He came, a low, rough sound, and you swallowed, throat tightening after a few seconds. But he didn't move, waiting patiently until you drank it all. He motioned for you to open your mouth wide, studying the insides carefully to make sure nothing remained. "Perfect."

You collapsed onto his knees, breathless, the rest of your body only held up by Jayce's hands. He led your bottom carefully on the bed, feeling slightly guilty at how much he enjoyed the sight of the marks he had left on you. He felt a familiar tug between his legs, looking down with surprise.

"So," he began awkwardly, "I'm still hard. Like fully hard."

Viktor looked over at him, eyes wide. "Do you have no refractory period ?"

"You can talk, look at you !"

His retort died when he looked down, seeing his own cock already back to full length.

"It's the shimmer," you said reassuringly, getting up slightly to gently kiss the tip. "Don't worry, it's normal."

Viktor looked unsure, eyeing you with worry. "Are you sure you can take us both again? Do you not need a moment ?" His concern made you feel warm inside, and you gave another small kiss to his tip. "What I need," you started, looking at him alluringly, "is to know if I could take all of you... down there."

Viktor swallowed with difficulty, "There is… only one way to find out." he exhaled as you turned yourself around, now laying on your back, legs spread open in front of him. "Jayce ?" he asked, looking over at his partner.

"I'll take the front." he replied without hesitation, lowering himself before taking you into a deep kiss. It felt different than the first one he had given you, less urgent and lazier, but just as passionate. "You taste like dick." he said absentmindedly when he pulled away, eyes half-lidded.

"How surprising." Viktor muttered, amused, as he caressed the angry red marks that Jayce's hands had left. Your thighs trembled at the feather-light touch. He smeared the cum still dropping out of you onto the bruises, as if it would help them heal. "You have done a mess of her here, Jayce." he reprimanded gently. "Don't worry, I'll take better care of you."

Jayce grunted but ignored the jab, occupied by placing his dick between your breasts, grabbing them like handles before moving himself between them. The gold chain rustled. "Fuck, that's hot…"

You pulled your tongue out, trying to lick the tip of his dick every time it pistoned up to your chin. You looked at him from under your eyelashes, pleased at the strangled sound he let out. On the other side of the bed, Viktor slowly thrust into you, watching with fascination as your walls clenched around his tip, aching for more. He pushed in, inch by inch, teasing, listening carefully to each time your breath would hitch. Finally, he met some resistance, only a little left for you to take all of him. He took your hands in his, feeling their slight tremble. He wondered absentmindedly if it was because of the overwhelming stimulation, or simply a testament to the force with which Jayce fucked your tits.

"You've done amazingly so far. Can you take a little more ?"

You let out a breathy "yes", arching your hips, and he pushed the rest of his length in, making you both moan loudly. Jayce threw a look behind him as Viktor slowly started pumping into you, establishing a steady rhythm. "He's not that much bigger than me, is he ?"

Viktor smirked, pulling you fully off his cock as you moaned in protest, before slamming back into you. You let out a broken scream, eyes rolling back.

"It would appear I am."

"Whatever," Jayce grumbled, back to staring at the way his precum started to smear on your chest. "It's technique that counts."

"Whatever allows you to rest at night." Viktor panted, your moans echoing off the wall as you came dangerously near the edge.

"I'm close…!" you managed to breathe out, holding onto Viktor's hands for dear life.

"Me too." Jayce said curtly, his trusts now blunt and irregular, his fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of your breasts. "Can we…?" he asked, and Viktor acquiesced, lifting your hips a little higher to get even further inside you. "Yes. Cum."

And you did so, at the same time as Jayce did, tightening around Viktor and making him purr. He came only a few more thrusts, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out, spent, falling backward onto the pillows behind him. Jayce got off your chest, looking at your cum covered breast with something akin to pride. "Probably my best work." he said jokingly, and you smiled back at him, feeling the substance starting to dry on your skin.

"I've seen your work." Viktor said, patting the pillow next to him for you to join him. "This is the best thing you have done."

You laughed, going up to him and nuzzling against his side. You noticed he had gotten hard again, and you reached for his length before he stopped you with a tired wave.

"Thank you. I have had enough for the night."

"But you're still hard… the shimmer should let you go for another round or two." you objected, a finger toying with his wet slit as Jayce slid behind you, hands wrapping around your stomach. "I can take you again, you know ?"

"I have the restraint necessary to handle it." he smiled. "And I wouldn't want to be completely useless at work tomorrow. Him, on the other hand…"

As if on cue, Jayce's cock poked your inner thigh, and he kissed your neck, visibly ready to go at it again.

"One last ?" he said tentatively.

You smiled, moving to face him, but Viktor stopped you gently. "Stay like this." he whispered, looking into your eyes. "I want to look at you."

You nodded, and Jayce pushed back into you, coating his length in your shared juiced. He moved with purpose, face nestled against your neck as he held onto you tightly.

"Fuck…feels right at home." he mumbled. "Why do you feel like home? It's like your pussy is shaped for me. For us. How does it do that ?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but Viktor silenced you with two fingers, toying gently with your bruised lips. "He is talking to himself. He does that often."

Viktor kissed you, sweet, languid, and you kissed him back, feeling Jayce pulsate inside you with every move. It did not take him long to come; he only lasted a few more seconds before spilling into you again, a loud moan on his lips. He collapsed back against you, his whole body impossibly mushy.

"Can we sleep here ?" he asked drowsily, arms still wrapped around you.

"You paid for the night," you responded, pulling away from Viktor's lips. "You can stay here until morning."

"Good…" Jayce mumbled. A few seconds later he was out cold, snoring peacefully.

"That was fast." you whispered playfully to Viktor as he settled against your body, wrapping his arms around you like Jayce's. "He will never cease to amaze me." Viktor laughed quietly, letting his forehead fall against yours. "He is…still in you?"

"Still." you whispered back, biting down a giggle. "It's probably 'cause of the shimmer. It feels nice. Don't worry."

He closed his eyes, his porcelain features softening as he finally got ready to rest, and you hesitated to ask the question on the tip of your tongue.

"You're… from here, aren't you ?"

He opened his eyes tranquilly, amber gaze boring into yours.

"How did you know ?"

"No topsider would take shimmer without asking questions."

He hummed, eyelids fluttering close again.

"You know," he began "this was a wonderful birthday surprise. I feel as though I should repay Jayce for it in the same kind."

His breath was warm against your skin; Jayce let out a peculiarly loud snore, and somehow, strangely, for as many strangers as you had had in your bed, you thought there was no place you'd rather be that night than with these two men.

"Tell me," Viktor asked, voice heavy with sleep, "do you do home calls? I think he would love to see you again."

"And you wouldn't ?"

"I have never said such a thing." he smiled. You smiled back, finally closing your eyes, letting yourself drift off in the warmth of their bodies:

"I'll see if I can make some space in my schedule."

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