Undercity Development Section

Weeks of Rumination

Viktor sighed, he sat at his desk at the HexTech Lab tinkering with a small device embedded with a blue crystal. He had been working on that device for two weeks now, based on a hypothetical prototype [y/n] sketched in one of her journals, but couldn't quite make it work.

The complexity of the project wasn't the problem, quite the contrary really - he had picked it up precisely due to its low intricacy level, almost like a hobby side-project to help him process some... things. It was said things that clouded his mind, making what would be an effortless endeavor way more convoluted than he anticipated.

It had been two weeks since the incident at [y/n] apartment. Two weeks since she abruptly stopped showing up at the HexTech Lab. Two weeks since he wouldn't try to reach her because he was still trying to understand what exactly happened and how to better deal with the situation.

But every time he tried recalling the whole incident for better analysis, his body betrayed him. Flashes of her on her knees between his legs, hair up in a bun and disheveled from the day, granting her that practical and charming appearance he loved. Her eyes looking up, piercing his from under thick-framed glasses while she carefully maneuvered the metal frame on his leg. The brief touches of her fingertips on his clothed skin that sent jolts of exhilaration from the point of contact through his whole body. The words "I'm just getting started." leaving her lips, compressing the already-well-pressured-down coil in his belly...

He'd look down in disgust at the vigorous bulge I'm his pants that always accompanied this failed analysis. At that moment, he'd try to focus on the task at hand in an attempt to keep the lewd thoughts away and concentrate on the solution he desired.

It's been two weeks and he couldn't reach any of these two goals.

Night had already fallen in Piltover, Jayce had called it a day for some time now. And, as what had been per usual for the last two weeks, Viktor struggled with his inner conundrum, [y/n] device in his hands and an almost unbearable pressure in his pants.

A week ago a solution popped inside his head, one that he quickly swatted away. If he could bring down the interference of his... desires, maybe he could better analyze the situation and a solution would become clearer. But that solution meant... mentally using her.

The thought of using her, even just mentally, to quench his desire seemed absurd. Especially because a solution to help repair a relationship that was torn apart due to his own incapacity to control his lust that rested on him acting on said desires seemed at least counterintuitive.

But then again, this indulgence could very well be the factor that could unlock the pathway to his goal.

He sighed, quietly deciding to give in to his more primitive side. He was a scientist, trial and error was in his very core, afterall. "My apologies" he mumbled under his breath before silently letting go of the device he was working on and leading both hands to his belt, unfastening it. He pulled his shirt up to his navel and pushed both his pants and his underwear down just enough to get himself completely out of them, the cold air of the lab hitting his swollen head, strongly contrasting with the heat it exuded. 

With a quick spit on his palm, he pressed his hands down the shaft, mixing up his saliva with the already formed pearls of precum flowing from his tip. He stifled a moan at the sensitivity - for two weeks he hadn't touched himself knowing full well his mind would bring her to the mix and he was desperately trying to fight it. Now, with two weeks worth of buildup, he felt that at least this would end fast.

With steady pumps, he let his mind roam free to savor all the thoughts he had previously refrained himself from even having. He imagined her on her knees, pupils impossibly blown out piercing him, but this time with a lot fewer layers of clothing. He fantasized about her fingers, swiftly working their way up his legs with the gentlest of touches, driving him mad with anticipation. Her tongue glistened wet out of her mouth, slowly steering closer to his erection. The following thought led to his undoing - he came in waves on his belly as the image of [y/n] fully taking him in her mouth flooded his mind. The sheer lewdness of the thought being his tipping point.