Psithurism ||Viktor Oneshots||

Something Better-✨

Here you go you horny fucks, hope you enjoy it <3

CW: y'all I'm ngl, it gets graphic, n e ways, eating out, thigh worship, lil rough, kinda bratty/cocky Viktor

It was the annual fundraising banquet for hextech products and services.

You were an inventor who began sponsoring Hextech early on, before its creation really (if you count helping Jayce and Viktor break into Heimerdinger's office late at night as you were still working two doors down), and were really only there to support your friend Mel in scoring a date with Jayce. Correction: you had already helped her in that sense, you were just there for emotional support. Either a. it was going to go great for her and you would go home knowing she had a great night, or b. it was going to go to shit because Jayce was an absolute dumbass and you'd be there with a blanket and champagne in hand to help her through it.

In any form it was going to be a lose-lose situation for you. It's not that you were jealous of Mel, really you were happy for her, it's just that you were always the third wheel. Always the matchmaker. Always the single friend. It wasn't that you didn't want a relationship, no you in fact longed for one. It was more so that you would pick and choose your partners carefully.

Your standards weren't necessarily high, the bar was essentially on the ground, more so that most in Piltover were so low that they may as well have been limbo dancing with Hades. (Greek mythology bc heck yes). What felt like even more of a punch in the gut is that you'd date anyone, man, woman, nb, gq, gf, etc, (I'm saying etc. because this could literally end up being 10000 words talking about different gender identities and I am one of those many anyways, so pls don't get offended) and yet here you were: single.

You'd just decided to stick to one night stands after your first intimate relationship ended with them being a cheating, abusive bastard. Yet, you did want that feeling again, not being abused,  but to feel loved romantically, to be able to come home to someone who would kiss you on the nose and hear about your adventures of the day, someone to be able to sneak into the astronomy tower at night with, someone who'd listen to your rambling ons about the world, and then give you their opinions to just hear what they had to say, just someone.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt a small tap on your arm, it was Viktor.

"Good evening y/n," he greeted calmly.

"Good evening yourself," you said, looking over. Oh shit.

He was wearing a lightly colored cream suit, one of the rather nice ones he had, with golden accents that matched his eyes more perfectly than you could imagine.

You tried to suppress a blush but failed greatly. Damn he looks good tonight.

"I see you finally got those too to speak outside of funding," he said, gesturing to Jayce and Mel, "it was annoying really, the amount of tension between those two and neither just starting a relationship when a perfectly good candidate was right there."

You giggled, was Viktor jealous of those two? You couldn't blame him I mean, they were pretty much perfect for each other and with the way the world was it was really a disservice for them to not date one another.

"What?!" Viktor questioned your giggles that had slowly turned into laughs. "I am not wrong! Finding someone these days is so much tougher than people allude it to be."

He WAS right in that perspective.

You smiled at him, not a shit-eating grin type of thing, more of a "I understand why you feel that way and hope you can find someone that you're happy with" kind of smile.

These two beautiful idiots.

"Tell me how hextech has been going," you said, smiling at how beautiful Viktor looked.