#haven't written a multi chapter in forever yeeeehaw

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

About Last Night (Chapter 1) - Viktor x Reader (Explicit)

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One night stands are supposed to be simple, but then again, nothing has ever been simple in Viktor's life.

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You awoke to quite possibly the most annoying sound in existence.

"Ah, shit," you mumbled, haphazardly trying to hit the alarm clock with your hand, knocking off piles of books and god knows what else in the process. "What time is it ?" you groaned. A slim arm went above your head, turning the alarm off. "Nine thirty."

You lazely turned to the man next you, trying to stabilize the pounding in your head. The bitter taste lingering on your tongue was rancid. What did you even have to drink last night ?

"I'm warning you," he said, moving his body closer to yours. "If that was my collector's edition of The Laws of Physics just now, I won't be very happy."

His features slowly came back to your mind, last night playing in your head like a grainy black and white film. The golden eyes, the chestnut hair… the smile, the hands, the touch…What was his name again…? Something russian sounding.

"Viktor." you said, almost surprising yourself. He smirked knowingly: "Glad you remembered me. I wasn't quite sure you would. "

You looked away, unwilling to show him your embarrassment. A moment of awkwardness passed before he cleared his throat.

"So…last night was fun, no ?"

"Yeah." you replied, flashes of memories coming back to you in pieces. Him, everywhere around you, in you, wrapping his hands around your neck… a painful headache interrupted your train of thought. "God, I really need to stop getting hammered like that…"

Viktor smiled, his warm hands snaking around your naked body. "I don't have anywhere to be this morning. Maybe we could… keep researching each other a little more."

You let yourself be tempted for a moment, feeling his teasing touch against your bare breasts, before pushing away from him with some difficulty. "I can't I'm… I'm really late, I really gotta go…"

You got up, immediately missing the warmth of his bed, collecting your scattered clothes on his floor. Why was your bra on his floor lamp ?

"You forgot this." his voice called you back. You turned around the see him toy with your lace panties, making them spin around his index. He ran a finger on the still damp spot at the bottom, inspecting them with sly interest. "Not going to get far without them, are you ?"

Your ears went red and you snatched them away from him, putting them on almost bashfully.

"I don't remember you being this shrewd yesterday." you grumbled.

"I'm even surprising myself."

When you were fully dressed, he got out of bed, grabbing a refined cane thrown next to his nightstand to go get his underwear. You saw big marks of red lipstick covering it's handle and oh God, had you done that ?

"I'm not an expert at these kinds of things." Viktor confessed, looking around for the rest of his clothes. "Is this the part where I ask for your number?"

"I guess it depends if you want it or not."

He smiled at you, genuine, and you felt your heart tug. "Then I would like your number."

You grabbed a pen on his study, writing it down on a piece of paper. "So… I'll see you around?"

"I hope so." he said.

You threw one last look at the man, hair dishevelled, scratches along his torso, love bites all over his body. His smile was heart shatteringly sincere.

You closed the door to his apartment and left.

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"Fuck," you thought. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

You were already an hour late for your first lecture. The way back home was nothing short of a walk of shame, yesterday's drunken confidence all but forgotten. You kept tugging on your too short skirt, unsuccessfully trying to hide the bluish marks already forming around your thighs and ass. You felt everyone's stares in the bus, and the high of last night seemed very, very far away. Images flashed occasionally, the club, the bar, the drinks, the dancing… and him. So different from anyone you had ever met, so strangely alluring… You shook your head, chasing the memory away.

You threw on fresh clothes as soon as you came home, grabbed what would have to do as breakfast, and tiredly headed towards a long day at university.

The rest of your first lecture passed in a blur; you slept through all of it, pretending to bury your nose in your textbook as you snored. Your vague dreams were filled with amber eyes and exasperating sweet nothings whispered in your ears.

Lunch wasn't much better: you couldn't fully feel awake even after three cups of the cafeteria's water downed coffee. You headed to your last lecture feeling like an empty shell of yourself, ready to go home and sleep for the next decade.

You sat down at the end of auditorium, hoping to at least doze off for a while; that, obviously, was not what your two front neighbors had in mind. 

"And so, like, I told him "No way"," a bubbly, almost frantic girl said, arms swinging wildly. "And he was like "Yes way" and like, I said-"

You threw your hoodie on, bumping your forehead against your table, hoping to drown out the sound. Unsurprisingly, it didn't help.

"And did you hear ? Heimerdinger broke a rib playing with his dog. Isn't that crazy ? I think it's crazy."

You perked up slightly at that. Professor Heimerdinger was the one who was supposed to give this afternoon's lecture. Would it be cancelled ?

"Oh yeah, I heard that." the dark skinned man next to her replied, his deep black eyes glinting in amusement. "It's almost funny how much he looks like that dog." The girl shook her head in pity, her bright blue braids swinging along with her. "I kind of feel bad for him, but then again he gave me a C- last semester for "behavioral issues", so…" she grinned, tongue playfully sticking out. "Vi said we'd be getting his assistant for a while." 

"An assistant?" the man replied, visibly surprised. "I didn't know he had an assistant. What's he called ?"

Before she could reply, the class quieted down as someone walked into the room. "The assistant." you assumed, putting your head back down. You'd get to sleep a little in that case. 

You heard him before you saw him.

The repetitive, metallic clatter against the hall's concrete floor, reverberating all the way to you. In an auditorium filled with a hundred students, you heard it, the sound unmistakable even with yesterday's hazy memories. You remembered it close to you as you danced last night, on the way up to his apartment, all the way to his bed.

"Good evening class," Viktor said loudly as he came in, cane in hand. "Is everyone ready to start ?"

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For the next three hours, you stared blankly at the podium, trying to decipher the joke the stars had just thrown at you. It was him, although much more dressed than he had been with you, giving Heimerdinger's lecture on the ethics of science. Like nothing in the world was more normal than that.

"And so one must ask themselves, should you truly wait for permission to change the world? It is a position that many will argue against-"

His words went in one ear and immediately out the other. You couldn't stop thinking about the night before, about his smell, about his taste, about the way he fucked you into his mattress until you saw nothing but stars-

"Alright everyone," Viktor loudly said, "read up to page 60. I will see you all next week." You blinked, surprised, realizing class was already over. You had spent the entire time fantasizing about the man who would most likely be your teacher for the rest of the semester.

Slowly, you gathered your things, feeling dizzy as everyone else left the room. What could you even say to him ? You went down the stairs hesitantly, unsure of your next move. He had already sat back down at his teacher's desk, writing in a compact notebook with focus. His thick eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, biting his bottom lip. He had worn a similar expression the day before, when you were bent between his thighs and sucking his cock. You swallowed with difficulty.

He didnt even notice as you pulled up in front of him, trying to gather the courage to speak up. The pages of the journal he was writing in were overfilled with endless words and complex sketches, and you realized just how much more accomplished he had to be than you. Hesitantly, you said : "Viktor ?"

He looked up. For a second, it looked like he hadn't recognized you, and your heart dropped. Then his golden eyes widened the size of flying saucers; impossibly, he went somehow paler than he already naturally was.

"W-what- why are you here ?" he spoutted out, looking like a deer in headlights. Any words you might have thought of earlier had vacated your mind, and you stared blankly at him, trying to make any sound come out of your mouth.

"School." you finally said. "I have school here. I study. I'm a student. In this class."

He stared at you incredulously, as if you had just grown a second head.

"That is- I'm-" he stuttered. It was hard to believe he had just given an university lecture on eugenics to a hundred people. There was no trace left of yesterday's intoxicating charisma or this morning's impish candor. "This has to be a mistake. This cannot be happening." He massaged his forehead with his fingers, closing his eyes, almost like he hoped you were a mirage that would be gone by the time he reopened them.

"Do we talk about this ?" you questioned worriedly. He opened his eyes again and threw furtive glances around, trying to see if any other students still remained. "Not here," he hissed "Come by my office after 5. I'm… using Heimerdinger's for now."

You acquiesced hesitantly, feeling like you were in some kind of strange, inexplicable dream. You stood silently in front of him for a moment, trying to make him say something, anything else. When that didn't work, you wordlessly left the room, feeling his eyes burn through your back all the way out.

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Viktor rubbed his temple. Twice, for good measure. You were late.

Seeing you in his classroom felt like getting hit by two tons of bricks. He had to wonder if his career, his research, could ever recover from this going public. All of his work…

"This is all Jayce's fault." he thought bitterly.

Like the majority of bad nights in his life, it had been Jayce's birthday. For the fifth year in a row, Jayce had insisted to celebrate in grand fashion at a nightclub.

"But why ?" Viktor had asked, incredulous. "You're already with Mel, what other things could you possibly…do at a club ?"

Jayce winked, dark brown eyes glistening: "Mel and I are together, but it doesn't mean we're exclusive." he explained slyly, crossing his legs. "And Mel never minds when I bring home another pretty lady." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively in the most annoying manner possible. "She's real good with them too."

Viktor groaned.

The actual club was about as bad as he expected. The strobing lights made him dizzy, the intense heat made his leg ache, the smell, nauseous. In record time, Jayce already had three women sitting at their table, ordering drinks like he wasn't also on a teacher's assistant payroll.

"And four more shots of vodka for the birthday man!" he shouted gleefully at the bartender; the women giggled.

Every year was the same. Jayce got hammered, convinced Viktor to drink with his frustratingly irresistible charm, and Viktor would end up chugging his own weight in vodka as he contemplated his loneliness and vomited in the ride back home. And yet every year, he still came.

Jayce had been his research partner for years now. Maybe the first person he could truly call a friend. As different as they were, they shared a similar passion for discovery, for science, for helping others with their research. He respected him both as a man, and as a scientist. When Jayce proposed doing their thesis together under Heimerdinger, he accepted. They could do wonders together, he knew it. Change the world for the better. Make things he could only have dreamed of as a child. That, however, implied he had to spend one day every year out of their lab and into the dark, overcrowded lion's den that was a club. He sighed.

"This…is not my speed Jayce. I'm no good here. I dont want to drink, I can't dance," he gestured frustratingly at his cane, "and I certainly can't attract women the way you do. Now, just this once…can I please go home ?"

Jayce seemed to consider him for a moment, expression comically serious for a man who was very surely getting fondled by at least one of the women next to him. "No" he said flatly.

""No?" Jayce, I dont think you were quite listening-"

"No, you listen to me now!" he said with conviction, and dear god, he was using his speech voice. No one could ever refuse him anything when he took that tone. "You've always helped me, Viktor. For as long as I can remember. Now, it's my time to help you." He decisively pushed the rack of shots to Viktor, staring him down. "This is not going to be like last year. Or the year before. What you're gonna do is drink this, go out there," Jayce pointed to the mass of dancing bodies, "and go have fun with someone. Got it ?"

"Jayce-"

"Viktor." Jayce said. "Please."

Viktor exhaled, feeling his will to argue leave him. "Fine." he conceded, chugging the shots of vodka one after the other. Nausea hit fast and hard, and he got up wobbly, holding onto the table for support. Jayce whooped in support. "But if anything happens-" Viktor started. "I know, I know," Jayce said. "Its going to be my fault for not letting you just work yourself to death all night in the lab, like you wanted. Got it. Now go have fun."

Viktor threw him an irritated look, grabbed his cane, and headed towards the dancing crowd. The heat was unbearable, the air thick and heavy. He recognized the song as something Jayce would sometimes put when they worked together in the office. He advanced, weary, barely looking at the faces of those surrounding him. How was he even supposed to talk to someone ? The alcohol was already making him woozy and he almost tripped against a stranger's heeled foot, cane falling down. Before he could bend to pick it up, the woman he bumped against caught it, putting it back into his hand.

"Thank you-"

It took him a moment to register lips were against his. Even longer to understand those lips belonged to someone. Before he could fully process the situation, the woman pulled away, eyes half lidded, twinkling and very much drunk. She was gorgeous.

"You lost this." you said against his ear, caressing his fingers against the cane. Your breath smelled of cherries and at least twenty different kinds of alcohol he was quite certain weren't meant to be mixed.

He stared at you in utter confusion: "You just- I-"

"Wanna dance ?" you smiled like nothing had happened. He nodded hesitantly, still stunned, and you were against him again, swaying your hips to the rythm of the music. He put a shy hand against your back, gripping his cane with the other. "I'm Viktor." he said over the loud music. You grinned. "Viktor…" you breathed out, lips caressing every syllable, making his stomach churn. "It's a pretty name. It fits you." you said, bringing your body somehow closer to his. He felt his own heart beat to the rhythm of the song. "Tell me," you said with the bluntness only drunks could muster, "Why the cane, Viktor ?"

He stared down at it, unsure how to answer. "I've always had a… weak constitution. It's a necessary evil."

You stared at him, seemingly pensive, before bending out and kissing the handle between his fingers; he almost choked.

"Not so evil now, is it ?" you asked playfully as you came back up, bringing your lips close to his.

"I'm…" he started, voice strangled. He could feel the tip of his ears burning, the vodka already muddling his thoughts into incoherent garble. "You would be right, yes." You smiled again, honeyed and sweet, and he felt your hips begin to grind against his. He sensed his pants grow tight. He couldn't remember the last time he had let himself feel this way, with a stranger no less. If he didn't stop it now, he wouldn't be able to stop himself later.

"You look like a stressed man, Viktor." you said against his lips, interrupting his thoughts. He stared into your hypnotic gaze; was he so easy to read ? "How about you just let it all go for tonight ? I'm sure you deserve it." 

You kissed him again, sweetly, before pulling away, and he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could let his research go for one night. Maybe, he thought, staring at your still glossy, pink lips, maybe this was what Jayce meant by learning to have fun.

He grabbed you by the waist with one hand and crashed his lips against yours, feeling you tense in surprise. If anything, he was just as astonished at his own action. His worries dissipated when you quickly melted in his arms, slipping your tongue in his mouth, the feeling electric. In his fervor, he bit your bottom lip, any remaining fears shifting into satisfaction as he heard you moan against him. You wormed you thighs around his working leg, memorizingly rubbing against him. You bit his lip ferociously and he pulled away for air, slightly gasping. For a moment, he was alone with you in the club, faced with nothing but your beautiful, enamoured expression, licking your mixed saliva off your lips.

Then, the spell broke, and he realized you were still very much in public. He reddened, sheepishly putting a hand in his hair. "I… didn't expect that." you purred against his chest. "Me neither." he replied. In the background, he vaguely saw a brawny man drunklingly shouting something at him, waving two thumbs up encouragingly. He glared back, bringing you as far away from Jayce as he could. You looked up at him quizzically. "Dont worry about it." he mumbled.

And worry you did not; you wrapped your arms around his neck again, whispering in his ear. "Maybe we could go somewhere with a little more… privacy ?"

Jayce's words came back to him; he did ask him to have fun, but not where to have fun. Would leaving his friend behind really be alright ? On his birthday ? He glanced back at Jayce, finding him now intertwined with a woman from earlier, clearly very occupied if the way her skirt sat almost at her knees meant anything. Jayce would be fine.

"My… apartment isn't that far." he said, measuring his words. "We could take a taxi, if you'd want of course ?"

You smiled, as if you had been waiting all night for him to say those words. "I would love that, Viktor."

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You kissed him until the taxi came, hands nimbly trying to explore as much of his body as humanly possible. A fleeting thought reminded him that Jayce might wonder about his sudden disappearance, but it all but vanished when you started fervently bitting the shell of his ear. He felt dizzy off the attention you gave him, drunken on your touch. He'd barely made it into the car that you were on him again, animalistic, pupils blown.

He absentmindedly gave the chauffeur his address, almost choking mid speech as you lowered a hand inside his pants. The car started.

"What are you doing ?" he hissed silently.

"Nothing much." you shrugged, slinding your hand deeper in.

"This… is illegal, no ?"

"Only if we're caught." you grinned, wrapping your fingers around his length. He flinched at your touch, breath shaky as you started pumping him with your hand; in front, it seemed like the driver hadn't noticed anything. His gaze went back to you, lingering on the way your hand moved under his pants.

"You're pretty big down there, Viktor." you whispered playfully. "Is that what the cane is for after all ?"

Before he could answer indignantly, you picked up the pace and he couldn't prevent a loud curse from escaping him. The driver, still completely obvious, threw a glance in the front mirror. "Everything good back there ?"

Viktor pursued his lips closed, knowing if he tried to open his mouth he'd undeniably moan. "Everything's good." you smiled brightly, as if you weren't stroking his rock hard cock right under the man's nose. "It's a little hot back here, would you mind opening the window a little ?" 

The driver grunted in agreement, opening your side window and focusing back on the road.

"You got bigger." you commented quietly. "Do you like that he doesnt know ?" Viktor cursed again under his breath, feeling his release build up.

"It feels like you do. To me, it feels like you  you're enjoying it. Maybe a little too much." As fast as it had been on him, your hand was off, wiggling out his briefs. You grinned slyly.

"What are you doing ?" he whispered with frustration, his erection almost comically stretching his pants.

"Making you wait." you replied naturally. "I figure if you should cum anywhere, it should be in me." Viktor's eyes widened, his dick twitching in frustration and want. "I will make you pay for that." he mumbled, trying to regain control of himself. You looked at him challengingly: "I'll look forward to it."

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You both limped to his appartment, a mess of limbs woven together. He tried to open his front door as best as he could, hand shaking as you sucked on his neck. You fumbled you way to the bed together, clothes flying left and right, and you pushed him on the soft linen, half naked, straddling his hips.

"Not too much on your leg, pretty boy ?"

He swallowed with difficulty: "No, I'm…quite fine." You smirked and bent down, letting your lips collide against his again. He worked the clasp of your bra, throwing it off in the dark room; it hit something with a loud thud. "Excited, aren't we ?" you said smugly. Instead of replying, he wrapped his mouth against one of your nipples, making you gasp. He sucked fervently, pleased at the sounds you were making, trying to find which angle would make you scream louder. He did truly love researching, after all.

He massaged your other breast with his hand, kneading it vigorously, watching with fascination as the imprints of his fingers marked your fragile skin. When he felt satisfied with his work, he pulled off with a loud pop, admiring what he had done with you. "I did say I'd make you pay for the taxi." he smirked. Your voice came out shaky, trying and failing to be defiant. "Was… that the best you could do ?" you said with pretend confidence.

"I must say, I don't think I've ever met anyone who has been dissapointed in my work. I guess I'll have to put in more effort." Your eyes glinted in silent satisfaction. He gently pushed you down on the bed, climbing on top of you. He slipped two finger inside you, pumping them in and out as you whined.

"So loose already…" he commented, letting a third finger in. "Tell me, did you prepare yourself before coming to the club ? Is this something you do often ?" You only whimpered in response.

"Had it not been me, would you have let someone else do this to you ? Spread your legs to get ready to be bred ?" You cried out as he put a fourth finger in, almost in tears at the sensation. "Viktor…!" you wailed, hands firmly holding his back, nails digging into his skin.

He pulled his hand out, positioning himself between your thighs. His leg throbbed painfully at all the effort, and he gripped your thighs firmly, trying to regain his balance. You would definitely have bruises there come tommorow. You didnt seem like you cared much though; all your thoughts seemed to be focused on getting him inside of you, as you arched your back to get the tip of his hard cock in you.

"Darling," he whispered, caressing your bruised thighs apologetically. "Sweet thing. What do we say ?"

You looked up at him, moaning in urgency: "Please, please, Viktor…!"

He hummed in agreement, finally pushing his cock in you. You both moaned loudly at the feeling, holding onto each other for dear life. He slowly pushed more in and you hiccuped a cry at his size. "Shh," he murmured lovingly, "you're doing such a good job. Such a good job for me."

Finally, he was fully sheathed, cock throbbing inside you. Viktor took a moment to catch his breath, strenght failing him. Instead of the disappointment he expected, you looked up to him as one would a god, caressing his face with the tip of your fingers. "Your eyes are so beautiful…" you breathed out.

His throat tightened. Slowly, he began to move, driving your body into the mattress. You sobbed against him, and he captured your lips again, comforting you. Before long you were wailing his name, his rythm now faster, your hips working in synch with his. He cursed, groaning as he felt his release come. "Please," you said in a broken voice. "Please cum in me."

He broke down, body trembling as he came. Your nails dug in his back as you finally climaxed, and he thought he would forever remember the way you screamed his name.

He pulled out slowly, dead tired, dick still partially up from all the exertion you had put him through in one night.

"You're still hard ?" You mumbled against him.

"I would hardly say that's my fault." he complained back. "You're the one making me that way." You smiled coyly. Languid, you flipped him over and slid under the covers, resting your face against his inner thigh.

"What are you doing?" he said tiredly, slightly excited despite his own body quickly shutting down. You chose not to reply, and took his partially hardened dick in your mouth, lapping off the juices you had both left on him.

His face contorted in pained pleasure, the feeling too much just after his release and the night he had had. He mumbled incoherently, eyes shutting close at the intensity of it, and he whimpered as he felt a second wave come to him. He came again, hips pathetically trying to fuck your mouth, before coughing into his elbow.

"No more." he rasped, trying to keep his eyes open. "You'll kill me."

"And what a way to go." you replied with irony, coming back up and nuzzling against his side. Still, he felt your hand caringly go up his back, stroking it in slight worry. "Fine. I'll let you live for tonight. Goodnight, Viktor."

So this is what Jayce meant, he thought, looking at your naked form huddled against him, when he said to have fun. He smiled.

"Goodnight."

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His thoughts were interrupted when you knocked at the door. He inhaled, trying to center himself.

"Come in."

You walked in, hesitant. You looked quite different from yesterday, your sensual glow replaced by the tired, erased shadow of someone who wished they could be anywhere else.

"So, about last night…" he started, looking at the wall; neither of you picked up. The tension in the room felt palpable, living, as if he could reach out and touch it.

"I'm not ashamed of it." you muttered. "You never told me you were a teacher. And what's so wrong about two consenting adults having fun ?"

He massaged his temple, index anxiously twirling a wild strand of hair. "What's wrong with it is that you are my student. Which implies that I have responsibilities over you. Responsibilities which I failed last night." He looked down at the floor, not willing to meet your gaze. "It was a mistake. All of it. You have my sincerest apologies."

The room felt silent. He couldn't find the courage to look up and see the face you were making. "Coward." he told himself when he heard you swallow a sniffle. "Fine. Have a nice evening, sir." you said, turning around and slamming the door, making him wince. He grabbed his cane to go after you, but stopped himself midway.

This was the right choice. This was what he had to do.

He sighed, opening his research journal, and buried himself right back into his notes.