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Tuck your innocence goodnight

Viktor x Male!Reader

This is for @bullsandthebones who realized we have a genuine lack of Vik x Male reader

Summary:

Somewhere between Act 1 and 2, you and Vik have a little on-and-off relationship going on. He has the key to your place, which he sometimes likes to take advantage of and come cuddle after a long shift in the lab...when you're on good terms...

Warnings:

Soft Dom reader, sleepy sex, fingering (reader receiving and giving), anal penetration, handjob, prostate stimulation (reader receiving), like a hella ton of fluff and foreplay, kind of a bitter ending, may be a bit OOC, and barely spell checked. I haven't done this in so long...

Word count: 3.100

It was late night, sunday. You didn't expect him to come around. Usually if he wanted to, he would've done that before dawn. He was so burnt out all the time, there wasn't a big chance he would be up to something. Burnt out people don't want dates.

But you knew what Viktor wanted.

Through the endlessly dark space of your room, you heard a quiet clank, so far away, that you played it off, although it immediately brought your thoughts back to him. Another clank. The floorboards were creaking. He was trying to be quiet, gently letting his cane hit the floor, and taking slow steps, until, through the darkness, you could see his scrawny silhouette looming over your bed. A hand approached your cheek, light like a feather, as if to check your temperature, then the silence was filled with the sweetest, most soft spoken voice you'd ever heard from a man. “Asleep already?” The touch of his hand intensified on the side of your face, cupping your face.

“Yes.” You whispered back, more to indicate how tired you actually were.

Now the thought who had kept you awake was leaning over you. Speaking of the devil, really.

With a quiet thud, he leaned his cane against the bed frame, moving the rustling bedsheets aside to take a seat. “Could I stay the night here?”

His hand left your cheek, but his presence never disappeared.

You raised your head, then propped yourself up against the cold headboard.

“Go ahead, but take off your clothes before laying down, they're probably dirty”

If you could've seen him, he would've surely shrugged, or made a funny face. You shifted closer to the edge to find the switch of your nightstand lamp. Once it was on and your vision had gotten used to the brightness, you found that Vik had already taken off his vest and shirt, the light reflecting on his pale chest and the support corset covering most of it. He tilted his head, and the parts of his face that weren't covered by hair were just as pale and miserably tired looking. “Can I leave those on?” The scientist tugged at the belt loops of his trousers to show off which garment he'd meant.

You shook your head. “Why?”

Vik shrugged.

“Not up for sex?” You asked cockily.

“No, I didn't mean it in that way, you know that.” He scooted closer. “But I'm cold, so if you do make me take those off as well, you'll have to keep me a little… extra warm”

Nevertheless, his hand slipped down to undo the buttons of his pants, and, with a little effort, to also unfasten his leg brace and slide it altogether down his scrawny leg, until the brace hit the floor almost a little too loudly.

“There” he whispered to no one in particular. The mattress tilted a little as he rested his thin body on it, but just briefly. He was light as a feather, you could barely feel his presence next to you, if there wasn't his breath.

Viktor rolled to the side, facing you from his position of being leaned against the headboard. You switched the lights off, drowning the bedroom back in its former darkness. It was just more comfortable like this, you both agreed on preferring the dark. Vik never switched on the lights in his lab, miraculously his eyesight had never worsened because of that. You might've not been able to see him through the darkness, but there were his breaths, the rustling sheets he pulled over his weary body, then the noise of skin and hair sliding down on the wooden headboard, another shift of the mattress…he was there. And that was all that counted.

You scooted down next to him and reached for him, pulling him closer. He must've indeed been really cold. His skin definitely was, covered in goosebumps, pricky, colourless hairs on his arms, that stood in an attempt to regulate his temperature. As you embraced him, a shudder ran through his body. The tiny hairs flattened on the parts of skin that touched yours. He pulled the blanket over the both of you, then let his head sink onto your chest. You rested like this for what felt like a long while, much longer than it actually was, probably, his cool breath fanning your collarbones with each exhale. Eventually he propped himself up on his elbows, hovering over you, his breath now brushing your lips instead. He got closer. You waited. You waited a long time, until he finally leaned in close enough for a chaste kiss. It lasted weirdly long. He wanted to pull away, but you had your fingers tangled in the crown of his hair, guiding your mouths back together. He softly took your lower lip between his, so you pulled his hair a little harder. Viktor snickered, but obeyed, his mouth opening to let you explore. He was playful, trailing off, tongue only touching yours briefly. His lips left yours, traveling down your jawline, your neck. It made you shudder. It'd been a mistake to teach him all the perfect spots on your body. Whether you wanted or not, he could have you wrapped around his thin, calloused finger.

Noone else would ever get to come by in the middle of the night, for a cuddle, for a fuck, anything Viktor needed. He may have come over, he may have spent the night, then became unavailable for a week, because he was so burnt out, but you stayed. You never locked him out or took the keys from him. He loved you for this, so much more than he could express, but he was bound to his work, there was no way around that. That's why those nights meant so much to him.

His lips were at your chest, the buttons of your shirt long undone, he gently pushed you back against the mattress, legs loosely entwining. His hand snuck down your stomach, but never quite left it.

They were almost within reach of your pj’s waistband, but stopped right above, grazing your navel. His head heavily rested on your shoulder, the outgrown locks tickling your skin.

You pulled him down by his bony hips, yet tenderly, as if he was a frail glass doll, that wasn't made for rough hands. His chin sharply pressed against your collar. “We don't have to y'know” He retracted his hand, his voice smooth like water. But you shook your head. He'd gotten you to that point, so sleepiness wouldn't stop you. Also you hadn't gotten to feel this way in a while. Burnout was really getting to your relationship.

“I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little exhausted, give it some time” You mumbled. Maybe it was that his body had just warmed up enough to be comfortable. The air in here wasn't as cold anymore now that you had someone to breathe with next to you, another organism right on top of you, the scientist's pointy bones, his disheveled hair, the dry but tender fingertips, that worked tirelessly for Zaun’s future day by day, that could ever so gently stroke you as well.

They were capable of tearing you from your thoughts within the matter of seconds, and they did. Gods, they did.

They hooked under the sleeves of your shirt, swiftly removing it. “Ask me. I haven't slept in days.” His hands dove under your arms, pulling you close to him. “But I also haven't had sex in weeks. So it looks like we'll have to set…priorities”

His voice dropped a little, it got breathier. He scooted down further, until his head was on your stomach, his hair tickling that area now, as he began placing little kisses along your V-line. “So…” he hummed, “Are you up for it yet?”

“Mmm”

He took that brief reply as enough of a consent to begin undoing the buttons of your pyjama pants. He let his head sink against your thigh as he gently tugged them down, until they were at your knees, then crawled further down to entirely strip them off. As he dove back up, he was grabbed from the side and pushed into the mattress. He let himself be easily flipped over with a little reluctant grunt. Not like he had the tension to fight back anyways, so your weight was enough to keep him down. For the next few minutes you stayed like his, entangled in each other's bodies. Viktor's hips bucked against you several times, desperately seeking friction, until it became frequent enough for you to let go, and finally grant him what he needed so badly.

Feeling you get up, he immediately straightened his posture, his legs spread, to give you best access to what you had to offer. He was rock hard, you noticed. No wonder the poor man had so needily ground on you.

Tenderly, you placed your hand on his thigh, trailing it upwards just enough for him to arch. Your determined fingers reached for the trapped tent in his pants, and all the scientist could do was seal his pale lips and follow your hand with his amber eyes, hooded and smoky in sleep deprivation.

“Hurry up” he murmured. You tilted your head to give him a smug look, and decided not to say anything, but instead do him a favor by hooking your fingers under the waistband of his underwear. As you finally freed him from it, he was already at full mast and flushed red. He hadn't shaved in a little, but wasn't sloppy or anything. You could trail your hands down, making him twitch and arch, but never close his legs. And if he would lose his composure and try to, you'd just pry them back open, it's easy as that. You'd just need to lube him up. His gaze followed your fingers as they scrambled through your drawers, eventually finding what you were looking for.

He was almost about to scold you for not going faster again, but swallowed it down as he felt your cool, oily fingers slide down his perineum. You were doing your best, and just as tired as him, so he had no right to be impatient, especially with your fingers soon buried inside him. His velvety walls stretched beneath your digits, and you could've kept them in there, but knew he didn't need a lot of prep after being with you for so long. You reluctantly removed your fingers from his pulsing insides and wiped them on his thigh.

He huffed.

“Patient now, I'm almost ready” You reached for the condom packet next to you, slipping out of your boxers and sliding the protection on. It was pre lubed—that would do.

“I'm not impatient, if you t’ink so” he sighed. “Just ..ehh tired”

You laughed slightly. That was nothing new to you. Sure you didn't have sex as much anymore, but most of the time, if you still did, you were both half asleep.

“So” he chuckled. “Go ahead, or I might just actually get impatient”

And you wouldn't let him tell you twice.

Bodies shuffling, skin rubbing on the thick bedsheets, until you'd gotten into the best fitting position, you allowed yourself to finally slide into him. Vik's hands clutched against your shoulders, hips rocking to introduce you to his tight muscle ring further. His knuckles turned white, as he held on for his dear life, feeling your stiff rod sink into him. You eased yourself past the muscle, feeling the wet walls grip on you and stretch, thin veins pulsing behind soft, tender flesh, and instinctively arched into him. He was on his back, you on top, settled between his legs. The scientist tangled them around your hips, allowing you to go deeper. His hair was already disheveled and his forehead sweaty. Worked up as he was, it'd take merely a few thrusts to completely screw him over.

You made sure he was alright, before you actually started moving, everything alright, you pulled out a little, feeling the walls cling on you, and causing him to almost painfully clench. Burying your head in the crook of his neck, you fought back any too loud noises, pushing back in. After a few thrusts he loosened up a little, allowing it to get smoother. It was just about to get good. You heard him groan and gasp for air, his pelvis lifting up and meeting your thrusts. You were able to fully penetrate him, but didn't quite hit his spot.

After about a minute you had to pull out and angle differently. Your tip electrifyingly ground into the walls, until it met that one little nub, that swelling on his walls, that made his fingers scratch downwards and claw into the loose skin underneath your shoulder blades. That's when you knew you'd found the right spot.

Barely muffled whines escaped from deep in his throat as you picked up your thrusts again. His legs twitched, long limbs mindlessly tangling around you in the sheer need for contact, leaving his cock unexposed and sandwiched between your stomachs. With each thrust against the sensitive nerve bundle, his clench grew tighter, driving you wild. Not like he wasn't already incredibly snug. Wetness crawled up your cock, covering your soaked shaft, which was begging to be driven deeper into his very core, where he was the tightest, but you couldn't bring yourself to make him lose the friction against his prostate like it was right now. He looked like he was about to explode, eyes shut, just occasionally peeking up to lock into yours, lips parted, whispering, stuttering desperate pleads, not to stop. The burn in your cock crawled through all of your body momentarily, you couldn't help burying yourself inside, just to experience him all around you once more. His body had engulfed you, entangled the rest of your weary body in his scrawny limbs, but yet you kept going, hand squeezing between your stomach to reach for Viktor's aching member.

His lips parted in a silent scream as you reached for it, wrapping the arousal swelled organ in your soft palm, not before thoroughly lubing it up as well. His mouth produced a bunch of ragged moans, he convulsed, and that was when you felt a pair of moist fingers on your own entrance. Without warning, they dug into your own flesh, curling and rubbing to a point where you had to stop in utter surprise and overstimulation.

“Keep going” he panted, “don't edge”

Your hips fell back into their pace, smacking your balls against his backside gently, to produce these all too familiar noises that could for sure still be heard in the room next to you.

His fingers remained inside you, pumping in and out with each thrust of yours, until they also hit that certain spot inside you. Then he had you done for.

With a moan of exhaustion, you rammed into him, thrusts turning into a senseless rutting motion, now entirely fucking him into the matress. His fingers pressed against your sweet spot, knuckle deep in—a desperate act of overstimulation, and your pumps on his cock picked up their pace as well. Their rhythm was no longer matching your thrusting pattern, a mix of lube and precum spilling from between his legs against your balls. With each increasingly deepening thrust, his breath got whinier, higher in pitch. If you weren't tethering on the edge by now, the noises leaving his thin lips would have pushed you there. The last seconds were just a desperate attempt to bury your condom clad shaft as deep inside him as possible, and with each attempt, his eyes squinting and the whiny breaths heightening a pitch. Then the wave of your orgasm cut you off, tearing you away from the hypnotizing sight. Every nerve of your body seemed to flash, a sting of ecstasy shooting up your spine, as you felt yourself release, the thin latex of the condom being the only thing that kept you from making an absolute mess inside him. Arching and twitching, you lasted inside him, forgetting about everything else for a second. Right now, it was just you two, and you were bond together—sexually.

What pulled you back eventually, was Viktor's shaky breath in your ear. His body tensed up once more, then went lax, as the aftershocks stopped along with your thrusts. Your stomach, as well as his own, were entirely coated in a creamy white mess. You panted, wanted to get up to grab a tissue, but your arms gave in, and you were left collapsing on his bony chest, just enough energy left to pull out, the goo of lube and his bodily fluids dripping and staining your mattress.

“W-well” the lean man underneath you husked, “At least….you did amazing…as always”

He had to take little breaks to breathe, obviously at his limits of exhaustion and weariness.

Eventually you regained the strength to lift yourself off him and reply: “So did you”

Vik sleepily blinked, then smiled softly, rolling over to nuzzle into your chest, where you welcomed him with open arms.

Sure, the room smelled of sex and the sheets were a pure mess, so were you two. You'd thrown your used condom onto the bare linoleum floor, where you knew, was no carpet, but both of you were simply too tired to clean up, not even your own bodies, so you covered the scientist's cooling down body with a blanket, trying to ignore his drying cum on your stomach. You'd get to take care of it tomorrow, if he wasn't gone by then. Another bad habit of his. You just hoped he'd stay the whole night with you, not just head back to self-destroying in the lab. He was so comfortable with the soft blanket covering his bony figure, also he'd begun wrapping himself around you once more, yawning. So you simply slid under the blanket as well, embracing him to keep him ‘extra warm’ as you'd promised. A few last kisses of the night were shared, a few little goodnight wishes mumbled, then he fell silent in your arms, eyes closed, jaw relaxed, looking so extremely tender. Damn it, you needed this man, more than sexually, more than ever. Every inch of him needed to be in your life, else that hole in your chest would forever remain open, you knew. And that hurt.

You couldn't have him. He was married to his work and cheating on it with his nightly visits, and barely a few hours of sleep. It hurt.

#NSFW #Arcane #Arcane Viktor #Arcane Vik nsfw

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