[ vik lives in my mind rent-free and i would do anything for this white man ANYWAYS- ]
+whenever he’s working in the lab (basically 24/7), you come in and pass out on the couch, you’re actually the reason why there’s a couch there, it would be cruel of him to let you keep sleeping in uncomfortable chairs
+the sounds of his pencils scratching his notebooks and the sparks and clangs of his tinkering are like lullabies, he used to try to be as quiet as possible whenever you fell asleep in his lab but you insisted that the background noise was nice
+nah bc this man would be trying so hard to hammer nails or use blowtorches in slow motion as if that would make it quieter
+when you get closer in your relationship, you spend less time laying on the couch and more time on his lap ayOOOO
+he says you’re distracting him from his work but if you dare try to get off of him he will pull you back down at the speed of light (he’s so touch starved but you probably are too LMAO)
+leaves little kisses on your temples and absolutely adores your light snores, sometimes pauses whatever he’s doing just to admire how peaceful you look
+he appreciates when you stay awake to listen to him talk about his observations and discoveries and mindless rambling, you rarely understand what he’s talking about but you enjoy hearing him talk nonetheless
+he thinks it’s kind of perfect how low-maintenance you are, all he needs to do is let you relax in his lap and narrate his actions in that beautiful smooth czech accent of his in your ears and you’re happy AND he can still get his work done (work is his spouse, you’re the side hoe who gets free asmr)
+when he (an extremely rare occurrence) finally takes breaks, you pull him onto the couch and force him to take a nap with you, this man truly needs it- have you SEEN his eyes
+most of the time he’s the big spoon bc he’s most likely taller than you and it’s more comfortable- but also because it makes it easier for him to escape your grasp if he needs to get back to work even though it pains him to do so
+hold him sometimes tho, he needs it
+jayce will sometimes walk in to talk to viktor but immediately halts in his tracks if he sees you two sleeping peacefully, he’s grateful that his fellow hextech partner has someone like you to take care of him
“(work is his spouse, you’re the side hoe who gets free asmr)”
NO BC THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT WHILE READING THE PENCIL PART
Viktor is fully aware of his limitations and doesn’t lie to himself (or you) about how much he has to offer. Of course, he has good days and bad days that also affect his overall stamina or strength.
However, Viktor has lived with his sickness for as long as he can remember, and not even once allowed it to stop him from doing what he has set his mind on.
On his good days, Viktor will take advantage of however much stamina he can muster, and try to please you in whatever way you want. He doesn’t have much experience, so he’ll gladly take any guidance from you.
He is quite open minded, even if easily embarrassed, and would encourage you to teach him what works for you best. A part of the reason why Viktor is so eager to try new things in bed is the happiness (and satisfaction) it brings you. He doesn’t have many kinks himself - he’d rather just watch you be happy and know he is behind it. It doesn’t take him long to finish anyway.
But Viktor has bad days too, when his leg or his back is acting up more than usual and makes simple things exhausting.
As annoyed as he is with his body, Viktor quickly learns how to best utilize those days.
He might be an amateur, but is making up for it with commitment. The first time he asked you to lay down on your bed and kissed his way down your body, Viktor wasn’t sure if his poor attempt at oral pleasure would go well, but it quickly became apparent what a great idea it was.
Viktor isn’t really into spanking, but he likes to use his hands on you. His long, slender fingers feel amazing inside you. His hands raise goosebumps when he brushes them over your stomach or holds your hips.
Not only does that position allow him to watch your every reaction, but it also strokes his ego - to see and feel what every stroke of his tongue does to you and see you come completely undone. He loves to hold your legs when you get close, just so he can feel them shake when he finally pushes you over the edge.
It’s also great for his back and leg. It turns out, when Viktor can just lay flat on his stomach, settled between your legs, he gets comfortable enough to stay there for hours.
And he does.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Jayce sighed when Viktor finally marched back to the lab.
“I was busy.”
“For 3 hours?”
“Well. I was thorough too,” Viktor shrugged with the proudest little smirk.
The Piltover Academy, though built to impress and show the grandeur of the city, was in its depths a labyrinthine place, full of corridors leading supposedly nowhere of importance, and rooms once used for storage and promptly forgotten.
It retained its charm though, especially during the busy days when all Viktor wanted was a few quiet moments to gather his thoughts. Even in the laboratory wing, swarming with academics and their projects, a few rooms had been conveniently forgotten over the decades.
Viktor often found reprieve in one of them.
It was the size of a closet and all it could store was a dusty floor-to-ceiling bookshelf against one wall and an ancient desk on the other, with a tall, narrow window spilling light in between. The day was bright enough to paint the dust gliding lazily through the air gold.
Viktor quieted his cough, but had no intention of leaving. When he leaned on the edge of the desk, the bottom shelf in front of him was the perfect height to rest his leg on and bring some relief to the pain he’d been walking with throughout the day.
Most of the books tightly packed there were ancient enough that the ink had become unreadable, and many others were written in languages Viktor couldn’t even name. Still, Viktor enjoyed the quiet hours spent learning something new and completely outside his usual field and the sheer randomness of it.
The door creaked open. Viktor froze.
“Oh, dear,” you smiled and slipped inside the room. “And here I was, promising Heimedinger his favorite assistant was busy rechecking the calculations.”
Viktor closed the book in his hands. “They won’t be any different whether I do that three times or three hundred. The fault must lay in the quality of the materials used, but I don’t have access to that.”
“He never listens, huh?"
You leaned on the desk next to him, taking the book he held. The room was tiny enough that it put you shoulder to shoulder with Viktor.
"Not when it comes to his own projects,” he shrugged. He could feel the warmth seeping through your clothes.
Viktor tore his eyes away from you.
“So you decide to busy yourself reading an outdated agriculture manual?”
“It’s better than going through the same numbers again and hoping for a different result.” He waved his hand. “The word insanity comes to mind for some reason.”
The sound of your laugh sent the butterflies in his stomach flying.
You’d known each other so long he must’ve heard it a thousand times by now, but Viktor doubted he’d ever get used to it. He still had to remind himself that somehow you ended up together.
“You better be careful,” he said. “Someone might hear us and ruin our little break.”
“You’re the one slacking off!”
“As if you weren’t supposed to practice before your presentation tomorrow.”
You gasped dramatically. “How dare you say I can’t do that half an hour before the meeting, as I always do. Someone’s getting rude…”
Shivers ran down Viktor’s arms when he noticed the smile playing on your lips. He’d learned everything about it throughout the years.
Viktor glanced quickly at the door that was thankfully still closed when you squeezed yourself between him and the bookshelf. The light from the window erased the shadows from your face when you leaned in to look Viktor in the eyes. Your hands traveled up and down his thighs, sending goosebumps over his skin.
Viktor cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Love, I don’t think this is a good place for—”
You hushed him with a peck on his lips. “Of course it is. You just need to stay quiet.”
Viktor yelped when you caught him under his knees and pushed him further onto the desk. His shoulders hit the wall and his cane rattled slightly, but stayed in the corner by the window. He didn’t need it for once, though, not with his aching knee being in a surprisingly comfortable position—
Viktor’s thoughts scattered when you slipped between his legs, and he suddenly found you very, very close. His sweaty palms were braced behind his back, thankfully beyond your reach.
Your eyes dipped to the blush spotting his cheeks. Viktor could’ve sworn the rapid beating of his heart could be heard in half the Academy.
“What a curious reaction,” you whispered, placing a feather-soft kiss over his cheekbone. “I wonder what you might be thinking about, dear.”
There were very few things on Viktor’s mind when your hand squeezed his thigh and moved slowly upward, as if drawn precisely to the spot his pants felt the most uncomfortable.
With his mouth completely dry, even swallowing proved a difficult task. Viktor eyed the door again, trying his best not to moan when your hand brushed over his bulge. It wouldn’t be the first time the two of you decided to have a little fun in the middle of the day, but certainly the riskiest so far when it came to the choice of a spot.
Viktor liked it.
The fear of being caught was surprisingly thrilling. Viktor caught himself shivering as you undid the buttons of his pants one by one and had to cover his own mouth when you freed his length.
“Someone’s getting impatient,” you whispered in his ear, pumping him lazily with your fist. He was almost hard.
Viktor groaned when you kissed down the tense column of his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps lingering in every place you touched. His cock twitched when he felt you smile against his pulse. His heart threatened to burst from his chest, every beat faster than the last.
Viktor took a deep breath, trying to regain a semblance of control.
Somewhere beyond the wall, in the spacious but old laboratory, a door opened and two voices broke the silence.
Viktor tensed, listening to the people moving some equipment, unaware of being so close, and yet so far away from the rather intriguing scene. They talked about things Viktor couldn’t hear, their words mixing together. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the second pair of doors, the ones half hidden at the far wall. All it took was for one of the students to notice them and open out of curiosity, just like Viktor did when he first noticed the tiny storage room all those weeks ago…
You pinned his hips down with your free hand, holding him firmly in place when he shivered. Your grip on his cock tightened, making Viktor see the stars. A droplet of precum slid down his length and over your hand.
“Careful,” you whispered. “We don’t want them to hear, after all.”
Viktor was in no shape to argue, especially when you nipped at his earlobe, moving your hand further down. He felt his soul leaving his body when you slipped your hand inside his tucked down pants, massaging his balls in precisely the spot you knew worked on him like magic.
A moan slipped from his lips before Viktor caught himself, fretfully glancing at the doors that stayed mercifully closed. He was vaguely aware of people still walking around the other room, but couldn’t focus on what they were doing - not when his pulse was drumming in his veins and ears, bringing him closer to the edge with each movement of your hand. His breathing was labored, and the sweat rolled down the back of Viktor’s neck. Nothing had ever felt so good as the moment you took your lips away from his neck and closed them around his tip.
Your mouth was delightfully warm and wet. Viktor felt your tongue explore the underside of his cock, licking down the precum that leaked before. Your hand moved to the base of his cock, pumping him in tune with your mouth.
Viktor’s legs twitched when he came, and for the moment even the pain of his knee was forgotten. He had no idea if he made any noises when you kept on working him until he was spent and exhausted. His breathing hitched when he saw you lick your lips with a devilish smile and enough satisfaction to put more blush on his face. Viktor was happy he was already sitting.
“Enjoy your break, love. Remember about Heimedinger’s project,” you cooed before straightening up and squeezing out from between Viktor’s completely limp legs and the bookshelf. There was only silence coming from the other room by then, so you creaked the door open and quietly left before anyone from your team missed you.
Viktor closed his eyes, but it did little to calm him.
With a groan, he moved off the desk, trying his best to put himself together with shaking hands. He had no idea how he would look people in the eye once he left his little hiding spot.
Still, he couldn’t stop the half smile working its way onto his own lips. He didn’t think of himself as prioritizing fairness in most areas of his life, and yet he couldn’t stop wondering how he would repay your favor.
