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Victor x reader: rough lime,R.15: - Prove me wrong

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!WARNING!
Rough lime ahead. 
R:15+
Read at your own risk.

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4d3959477b5bdf6e32338ee524a69d58 by the-fatal-sun





"You're very beautiful, (y/n)!" Your beloved fiancé complimented you, leaning on the door frame of your shared room.
You thanked him with a smile, which he happily returned and you keep on brushing your (h/c) hair.
Victor walked next to you and in front of the mirror, while he was desperately trying to fix his tie.
"Let me help you" you giggled as you stood up and took the piece of fabric in your hands.
Victor actually took the chance to admire you once more.
You were really majestic tonight. You were wearing his favorite (f/c) dress, that you knew how much he loved. It became you and it complimented your figure so much that Victor couldn't take his eyes off you. This specific dress seemed like tailor-made only for you. You were like a true queen to him no matter what...
"There you go" your soothing voice interrupted his meditation.
He gently planted a kiss on your silky hair and rested his forehead on yours.
"You know... You should stop being such a cute distraction or else we'll be very late..." he pseudo complained.




The party was actually great!
You were talking to your friend Sara and her brother Mike, when suddenly an odd presence caught your attention.
"Oh Viktor! Long time no see!" a female voice was heard.
"Oh, Ania! How are you?" Viktor said with his well known goofy smile.
"Just fine, love. But, now that I saw you, I'm perfectly fine!" she purred at him.
"Oh! yes, yes" Viktor grinned.
You were piercing at them with your fierce eyes.

Ania spotted you looking at them and she immediately understood who you were.
 Ignoring your warning glances, she took Viktor's hand and leaded him away from you sight.
They started chit-chatting and laughing their hearts out.

You weren't the jealous type of a girlfriend, but the aura that female gave off and her actions were getting on your nerves.
She was flirting with your fiancé right in front of your eyes, even though she already knew he was engaged.
As for Victor, he just accepted that and kept on laughing. He wasn't even trying to stop her flirting!

“Victor, are you still single?” Ania suddenly said batting her eyelashes sensually as he leaned closer to him.
The girl suggestively bit her lower lip.
Viktor blushed and slightly stepped behind "Ania, I told you, I'm engaged..."
The girl held his hand, took off his engagement ring and threw it on the floor.
"Now, you're not" she seductively whispered close to his ear. " I don't see a ring on your finger"
Viktor was momentarily enchanted by her spell, while uncontrolled anger was boiling in your chest and jealously clouded your eyes.
You marched towards them and stood between to separated them.

"We're leaving." You declared "NOW!"

Viktor said nothing and followed you .
"(y-your name)"
"Don't you even dare to apologize"


Victor gestured you to enter the elevator first.
You stepped inside and Victor pressed the button for the elevator to start moving.

"I drank a bit more than usual. She started this."
"You never complained or asked her to stop.." your steady voice was heard saying
"She took advantage of me."
" You're the one bragging about your endurance at drinking contests." you stated.

Viktor lowered his head.
He was ashamed.
For the first time in his life was feeling... weak.

"You don't love me at all, do you?" you angrily muttered, breaking the long and tensed silence.


Hearing your words, the Russian pressed a button on the board and the elevator was immediately stabilized as its lights went off.
He was having a crucial debate with himself.
His blue icy eyes simmered playfully. 

"Victor, what are you-?"
Before you could even finish you sentence, the male had trapped you, the oblivious female, against the wall by pressing his body on yours.
"Ready to prove you wrong, love?" he purred close to your ear.
Without giving you any chance to react, Victor started hungrily kissing and biting your velvet flesh at random spots, just to tease you a little bit.
"V-Viktor... Not here..." you begged, being barely able to breathe.
Said man silenced you with a passionate kiss on the lips. "We will have a great time. I promise." he seductively told you and bit the crook of your neck harder.   

"Victor..." you moaned his name as a wave of pleasure hit your back.
Viktor licked all the way down your neck, until he reached your collarbone, which he showered with butterfly kisses.
Your heart was beating fast with anticipation as Victor was taking off the straps of your (f/c) dress and left a hickey on your right shoulder. The feeling of his lips caressing your skin was always so erotic to you. You momentarily hitched when Victor bended and sank his teeth into the flesh between your two breasts. You ran your fingers in his icy locks and firmly pulled one strand. 
"Hey! плохая девочка (Bad girl...) " he mischievously laughed with his sexy Russian pronunciation. He looked at you with a playful gaze as he held your jaw with his hand.
"I'm sure you know what follows next..." he grinned.

He was still working on your collarbone when he passed his hand inside your bra and started playing with the nipples of your breasts with his fingers.
you could feel a knot being formed on you stomach, that made you wet.
"Victor..."
Your fiancé looked at you with lustfully simmering orbs.

"Ready?" 

You involuntary nodded.
"I'm sure you are..." he smirked and slightly bended you legs.
He passed his hand from the bottom of your skirt and placed it on your hip. He caressed your butt and gave a firm grab of your thigh.
He lowered your underwear and with no delay he started caressing your clitoris with circled moves.
"oh..." you exclaimed, feeling your knees go weaker.
Victor supported you by your lower back and by bringing you closer to him. With his free hand, he separated your legs even more, so he could have a better access. 
You had rested your palms on Victor's back, being able to sense all his tensed muscles.
You inadvertently stroked his torso and his toned chest. 
"(y/n)..." Victor moaned.
You were a panting mess, while Viktor was skillfully doing his tricks to you.

"Victor, the elevator!" you panicked.
The lights were back on and it was moving.

"Quickly, dear!"
Victor helped you make herself presentable again, instead of the panting mess you both were.
You could hardly catch your breath and you had fallen on your knees.

"Come here, sweetie." being the gentleman he was, Victor picked you up to carry you bridal style.

The door of the elevator opened up, revealing two familiar figures.

"You're leaving the party already?" the abrasive tone of Yuri Plisetsky asked.
"Oh, Yuri! Yurio! " Victor cheered.
"DON'T CALL ME YURIO, D*MN IT!!"
"(y/n)-chan, are  you ok?" Yuri worriedly questioned.
"Yes, Yuri. I was just feeling dizzy, so I asked Victor to leave early, that's all" she sluggishly smiled
"Oh.. ok. Um... get well soon."
"Thank you, Yur-"
"Why is he carrying you?" The younger Russian interrogated.
"Yurio..." Victor warned.
"tch... идиот (idiot...)"
"Ok! Have a great time! Bye guys!!" The former ice skater bubbly said "And Yuri, don't get drunk. We have an ice skating practice  tomorrow, ok?"

The couple stepped outside the building and only when you reached his car Victor gently placed you on the passenger seat.
"Please, (y/n) forgive me." he begged
"We'll see..."
You were exhausted, so you closed your eyes to rest.
Viktor silently gazed at you for a couple of minutes, admiring your calm features.
He indulged in the temptation and kissed your lips. Despite your tiredness, you sluggishly returned the kiss. A tender and soft kiss, unlike the previous ones.  It was now pure love that both of you felt banging inside your chests.
You were both lost in each other's eyes. It was only you and him. Two loved souls talking without words.

You separated when the lack of air was insufferable.
Viktor got on the driver's seat and wore his seatbelt

"Sleep well, love." you heard his soothing voice wishing you as you feel asleep.

"I Love you, (y/n) and I'll make sure you'll never doubt that again, I promise."
Merry Christmas everyone!
I know that this is not y typical X=mas story that I used to write every single year, but I wanted to celebrate this baby's b-day!


This awesome pic (c) Haanakko
Haapy B-day Viktor Nikiforov!

Anyway, Thank you for reading~!!
Until next time,
Bb<3
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