Viktor X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

The men surrounded me, hands and mouths exploring my body while Liam watched from his chair. But Viktor moved differently. He didn’t wait his turn. He stepped forward, cupped my chin, and kissed me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth while his hand slid under my dress to cup my already wet pussy. Liam’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t stop him. Viktor fucked me first that night. He bent me over the grand piano, lifted my dress, and slammed into me in one deep thrust. I cried out as he filled me, his thick cock stretching me perfectly.

Viktor groaned and fucked her mouth slow, praising her in that thick accent — how good she looked on her knees for him, how he knew she’d break so pretty. He didn’t come in her mouth. Instead he pulled her up, bent her over the wide windowsill with the city glittering below, and thrust into her from behind. Hard. Deep. One hand around her throat, the other between her legs rubbing her clit while he pounded her. “Look at it,” he growled against her ear. “All those people down there living their safe little lives. You’re not one of them anymore.” Valentina came so hard she saw spots, moaning loud against the glass. Viktor followed right after, filling her up with a low curse, hips jerking.

And they had none. Viktor crouched down in front of me, his pale blue eyes glittering with sadistic pleasure. He tilted his head, studying my face as if he were examining a work of art. "You know, Allison," he said softly, "I expected more from you. I thought you’d last longer before you broke. But that little scream? That was music. I wonder how many more I can get out of you." I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood. “Go to hell,” I growled, my voice barely more than a rasp.

When he realized I wasn’t pulling away, his finger finally moved, sliding in and out with a faint, wet sound. “Open your eyes and look,” he said. I did. His long fingers were slick, a thick liquid trailing down his middle finger. “Look… who’s the one who can make you like this? Dent? Or me?” he asked again. My hands clenched tightly. “Stop. I already warned you not to touch me again, didn’t I?” I snapped. “Did you forget? Someone saw us. Our relationship could be exposed any second.” “Then let it be. I won’t have to sneak around just to touch you anymore,” Xavier said lightly.

The teacher nodded with a slightly satisfied smile, "Thank you, you may be seated." I sat down and relaxed into my former position, this time with eyes open. That fucking teacher knew exactly what he was doing. Putting a target on my back. Fuck'im. The other two students did the same as me. Judging from the names of their "packs", one was a vampire, and the other was either a dragon or lion. As the last guy sat down, the teacher began again,

A arousal of sexual tension starts to form between the two of us – and if it were not for Britney walking in on us , who knows what we should of done. “Hmmm…what’s going on here?” Our eye contact is broken , as we both turn to look at Britney with pure horror in our eyes. I quickly push my self away from him – we both stand up and dust ourselves off. “Nothing…We just tripped and fell…” I say to her nervously. “Ah huh…I heard that one before…” she rolls her eyes playfully at me , making me blush in embarrassment. “I am sorry , I do not believe that we have me before…I am Xavier” he reaches out to her , after wiping his dirty hands on his pants. She grabs hold of his hand and shakes , making s

Viktor forced himself up, shaking like a leaf in a gale but standing tall, his eyes burning with a terrifying fire. “I came for my wife,” he rasped, his pride intact even as his face puffed with bruises. “Consequences be damned. I’ll burn this whole kingdom down to get her back from you.” I let out a harsh, dry laugh. “Your wife? Have you truly gone mad? Kari is my mate, by the very laws of the moon.” Viktor’s lip curled in a sneer that cut deeper than his claws. “Mate? You call yourself her mate, yet you're standing here talking up a storm while she wanders the woods alone? You couldn't even keep her behind a locked door, Titan!”

I exhaled and hurried to the shower. Deagon with Viktor Viktor is reading the text message from Ayira over my shoulder as his fingers are kneading my hard nipple. I exhaled deeply and he looked down. "Oh sorry baby, didn't realize that I was doing that," he grins. I rolled my eyes and frowned.

You taste salt, rain, him. Luka makes a rough noise from the dresser. “Fuck,” he mutters. “She’s good at that.” Viktor pulls his thumb free with a soft pop. Wipes it across your cheek, like he's marking you. Then he grips your chin, firm, tilts your face up. “You’re not cold,” he says quietly. “You’re turned on.” You can’t deny it. Your nipples are aching points under the shirt. Your thighs are slick not from rain. Your clit is swollen, pulsing with every second you stay untouched.