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Just Friends
V insists that she and Viktor are just friends, despite the overwhelming evidence that suggests otherwise.
Inspired by this beautiful artwork by @tekstelart.
I haven’t written anything in YEARS and I am super nervous to post this but my fellow Viktor simps have inspired me <3
Read it on ao3 here!
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“Bein’ careful is a concept that is entirely lost on you, isn’t it?” Vik grumbles, wiping the last of the blood away from the already healing wound on V’s forearm, thanks to the nanites the ripperdoc had injected into her just a few minutes before. It wasn’t a concept that was lost on her, not completely - she’d made it this far without getting herself killed, so she figured she was doing something right. The gig hadn’t really been all that different from many others; she and Jackie were outnumbered 4:1 by gangers that were sloppy fighters and lousy shots, and V had been taking on a guy twice her size when he’d pulled a machete and sliced her arm open.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” She flashes him a grin, and the corner of his lips turn up as he shakes his head and throws the rag down beside them.
“Lemme get’cha a Maxdoc, hold on.” He rounded the surgical chair and disappeared around back - V watched him walk away, letting her eyes trail over the curve of his large, muscular back, before turning her attention back to Jackie who, incidentally, was smirking at her.
“What?” She said, and he immediately started fluttering his eyelashes, clutching his hands together under his chin.
“Oh, I don’t know what you’re talking about, doctor,” He mocked in an unnecessarily high pitched voice, before laughing. “You got it so bad.”
V rolled her eyes and tossed the bloody rag at him. “Fuck off, we’re just friends.”
“Whatever you say, chica,” Jackie chuckles, and Vik returns to V’s side.
“I trust you know what to do with this?” He asks, leaning his hip on the chair beside V, holding out the inhaler. V took it from him, took two puffs of the medication and thanked him. Vik patted her thigh, a signal to get off the chair, and she hopped down, trying not to focus on the warmth of his large hand. She quickly headed over to his desk where she'd left her jacket, hoping Vik hadn't noticed the blush creeping across her cheeks.
“Vik, you comin’ to Misty’s tonight?” Jackie asked the ripperdoc as he cleared down his station. V pretended not to really pay attention as she pulled on her jacket, though she held her breath waiting for his answer.
“Nah, you kids go on without me,” he said, and V’s heart sank. “I got another client, anyhow.”
“Yeah, so,” Jackie said. “Come after!”
V looked over to Vik, and he looked up at her.
"C'mon, doc," she pleaded. "It'll be fun." He hummed, kicking his stool over to his desk. "Even if you have one drink, just swing by." Vik settled down on his stool, looking up at V. She flashed him her winning smile, and he looked down, shaking his head with a chuckle.
"Fine."
"Fuckin' A!" Jackie hollered. "Catch ya later, hermano. Let's hit it, V." Vik waved a hand as Jackie headed out, and V followed, turning to glance over her shoulder. Vik sent her a wink, and she bit her lip in an effort to contain her smile. She followed Jackie out of the clinic and he turned to smirk at her.
"Not a word." She warned, and he laughed, shoving her shoulder.
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Vik would be lying through his fucking teeth if he said he wasn't having a good time. A few hours earlier, he'd made his way up to the roof above Misty’s Esoterica. He could hear the music from outside his clinic, and felt it vibrate in his chest as the elevator got closer to the top. He'd headed up the last set of stairs two at a time, and stepped out onto the roof to find a large group of people yelling over music, dancing, drinking. He'd scanned the crowd until he'd spotted Jackie and Misty, but V was nowhere in sight. As he'd made his way through the crowd of strangers, he was greeted by a few familiar faces, and high fived by a guy he’d never seen before.
He'd immediately had a beer thrust in his hand as Jackie greeted him as though he hadn't seen him in months.
"Viktor fuckin' Vektor!" He had yelled over the music, clapping him on the back and pointing over to the other side of the roof, telling him that it was about time he showed, cause V was waiting for him.
Donning a long line black bralette and tight, black jeans, she was a fucking vision; her lustrous, black hair cascaded down her back in waves, and she'd looked over at Vik with eyes of purest amber. She'd jumped up from her seat when she'd spotted him across the crowd, and had forced her way through the makeshift dance floor to greet him.
They'd spent the entire night together; drinking, laughing, and even dancing. Vik had insisted that he did not dance, but V wasn't having it. She'd grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the dance floor, and they got lost in a sea of people as she threw her arms around his neck and swayed her hips, keeping him close. He didn't dance so much as shuffle, hold her hips tentatively, and focus on anything other than getting hard.
It was an impossible task. V had thrown her head back with a laugh, running her hands down his chest and turning around, leaning back into his chest and holding his hands on her hips, moving in sync with the music. Vik had tried to think of anything other than the small beads of sweat trickling down her chest, her stomach… fuck, she was killing him.
It was utter torture but eventually his salvation lay in V deciding she needed another drink, and had dragged Vik over to a couch.
Hours later, as the party was winding down, the music was quieter and the two of them hadn't moved from their seat at the far corner of the roof. They had been exchanging stories - Vik of his boxing days, reminiscing tales that V had heard many times before but never got bored of hearing, and V of her days as a Nomad, what her childhood was like and how she ended up in Night City.
Vik had also heard these stories before but never said a word. He was lost in the way her eyes shone with excitement, and the perfect shape of her lips that he just knew were as soft as they looked.
V trailed off when her eyes met Vik's and she took a moment to just look at him. It was the early hours of the morning, with only the glow of the surrounding blue and pink neon lights outlining his features amongst the pitch black of night. She had memorised every single detail of his face back when they first met; the freckles that dotted his nose, the scar on his chin and the brilliant blue of his eyes.
God, she thought. He's fucking beautiful.
"V?" His voice was liquid velvet, and she sighed. "You all right?"
"Yeah, just… tired, I guess." She said, stretching and shifting to lay on her back, resting her legs over Vik's lap. He smiled down at her, leaning over to set his beer down on the table in front of them. He sat back, one arm resting over the back of the couch and the other stroking her leg.
She reached out a hand, and Vik raised an eyebrow.
"C'mere," her voice was husky now from all the yelling and alcohol she'd consumed, and Vik swallowed thickly. Her smile fucking melted him.
"All right," he said. "Scoot." V grinned and shuffled over as Vik got settled between the back of the couch and V's side. She lifted her arm, and he snuggled into her side, resting his chin on her chest. Wrapping her arm around his neck, she stroked his collarbone delicately and he hummed, breathing in the sweetness of her perfume. V was sure she'd never heard a more gorgeous sound in her fucking life.
"Thank you, by the way." She says suddenly. "For patching me up. Again." Vik chuckled, and she felt it reverberate through his chest and into her side. His arm hung lazily over her hips, and he sighed against her skin, tucking his leg between hers.
"Always."
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When V wakes up a few hours later, there is nothing but the distant sound of traffic and the warm glow of the sunrise to greet her. She rolls onto her back, opening her eyes when she meets the back of the couch instead of a large, muscular chest. She sits up, pressing a hand to her head, cursing at the dull ache.
Over by the edge of the roof, Jackie and Misty were sleeping soundly, with Misty tucked into his side. V smiles, stifling a yawn when a gravelly voice says her name. She looks up to find Vik approaching her, four coffee cups in hand. Whether it was the soft glow of neon in the dark of night or the light of a sunrise that illuminated Viktor Vektor, he left her fucking breathless.
He set down two coffees in front of Jackie and Misty, and kisses the top of V's head before he takes a seat beside her, handing her a cup.
"G'morning," he said, and she took a sip of coffee, sighing as the hot liquid pooled in her stomach.
"Morning."
He sat close by her side, taking the top off of his coffee cup and taking a large mouthful. V watched as his throat bobbed when he swallowed, and the way he licked his lips and let out a content sigh. When their arms brush against each other, Vik looks down at her with a smile, leaning his knee against hers. She can't fight the lopsided grin that spreads across her lips, and tries to hide it behind her coffee cup. Vik leans forward to rest his forearms on his knees, looking over to Jackie and Misty.
"I had a good time last night." He said, turning his chin into his shoulder to look at V. She made a mental note to thank late nights and alcohol for what it did to his voice.
"Me too." She said. "I'm glad you came." His lips turned up and he held out his coffee cup.
"So am I." She giggled and tapped her cup against his own, revelling in his smile lines and the way his skin appeared golden in the early morning light. Her eyes travelled down to his lips, and her heart fluttered in her chest. Fuck, she wanted to close the gap between them. She'd fantasised over how his lips would feel against her own since the day they first met, sure that they would be soft, that he'd kiss her so tenderly that she'd forget to breathe.
And she almost does when Vik's smile falters a little and he slowly leans closer to her. His eyes fall to her lips and fuck, is this really happening? Her breathing becomes shallow, her heart starts to race as she finds herself leaning into the ripperdoc. It felt like the air around them suddenly became electrically charged. The space between them was fucking magnetic.
A loud groan brings V back to reality, pulling back from Vik as she looks over to where Jackie was now stretching and cursing in Spanish. Vik let out a defeated sigh as he sat back, bringing his coffee cup to his lips.
"Mi maldita cabeza," he grumbled, as Misty sat up groggily, yawning as she looked over to the couch where V and Vik were perched.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"Too fuckin' early." Jackie said, spotting the coffee cups in front of them. "Oh, fuck yeah."
"Good morning, sunshine." V cooed, and Jackie flipped her off as he took a large, audible sip of coffee.
"That's the shit, right there." He hands Misty her cup, which she cradles close to her chest. V was all too aware of the rigid presence beside her, and looked over to Vik as he ran a hand through his hair.
"We should get goin'." He says, getting to his feet. Jackie protests but Misty jumps up, pulling him up with her.
"Come on, lazy," she says affectionately, and Jackie grumbles before kissing her forehead. V's heart tugs a little with jealousy, and glances at Vik.
"C'mon, lovebirds." He says with a cool smile, and heads over to the stairwell. They head down the stairs to the elevator, and V pulls out her phone as Vik pulls open the gate, stepping in and waiting for the others to join. She has a few messages, one of which is from Jackie from a few hours earlier. Curious, she opens it, and blushes furiously when she is met with a picture of herself and Vik, sleeping soundly on the couch, wrapped up in each other, and a message below that read:
"Just friends" my ass.
She suddenly became aware she'd stopped in her tracks, staring down at her phone, when Jackie asked if she was coming. She looked up at him, eyes wide, and Jackie looked down at the phone in her hands, back up to her eyes and a moment later a shit eating grin spread across his face.
"C'mon, chica," he said devilishly, and V entered the elevator, holding her phone tightly in her hand. She stood next to Vik, looking straight ahead, and saw in the corner of her eye that Jackie was leaning into Misty, whispering in her ear. Misty started giggling, to which Vik raised an eyebrow as he took another sip of his coffee.
It felt like an eternity before the elevator finally reached the ground, and V quickly exited, heading out into the alley behind Misty's store.
"V," came Vik's voice from behind her. "You gonna come grab your gear?” She nods, having forgotten about her weapons she’d stashed in his clinic the night before. After Misty wished everyone a good day, she headed into her store and Jackie crouched down to stroke the cat that frequented the alleyway, telling V he’d wait there for her. V followed Vik down the steps to his clinic, distracted by the fact she could see his back muscles even through his shirt. Once inside, Vik unlocked the gate and pushed it open, flicking the switch to turn on the lights and the AC. The familiar smell of sterilised equipment and Vik’s aftershave greeted V, wrapping her up as she headed for his desk, where her gun was waiting for her.
"So," he said, leaning back against the surgical chair. "What was all that about, back in the elevator?" V froze for a moment, her grip tightening on her gun, before holstering it and turning to Vik.
"Jackie," she said. "He, uh…" Vik raised an eyebrow and V blushed, pulling her phone out of her pocket. She held it out to him, and he walked over to her, looking down at the picture. A smile slowly spread across his lips before he turned back to the surgical chair.
"Send me a copy of that, will ya?" He says, and V's heart positively leaps out of her chest. She stares at his back, wondering if she heard him right. She hoped to fucking god she did.
"I-" She stops herself. "Okay." She taps away on her phone, and forwards the picture to Vik. His phone beeps, and he pulls it out of his pocket. It's then that she realises she'd been holding her breath, and her heart was thundering in her chest.
He looks over his shoulder, smiles again and walks over to her. Placing a hand on her cheek, he leans down and brushes his nose against hers.
"Just friends, huh?" He says lowly, and her knees almost buckle beneath her. She sighs against his lips, running a hand up his chest as he at last presses his lips to hers in an electrifying kiss. Her entire body practically fucking melts into his touch, and she parts her lips to deepen the kiss, bringing her hand up to hold his cheek. He shuffles closer, pressing his body against hers, his hands cupping her jaw, fingers gently threading through the hair above her neck.
The kiss is utterly dizzying and it takes everything she has to hold herself together. She clings to him desperately, and a quiet moan escapes her lips between kisses as the heat began to rise between them.
"Yo, V!"
They pull apart suddenly when Jackie calls down to her, and she stares at him, their noses brushing, neither daring to move. They breathe heavily against each other's lips, and Vik chuckles.
"Better get goin'." She nods, but doesn't move. He pulls his fingers along her jaw and tucks her hair behind her ears. She nudges his nose with hers, and he connects their lips again.
"What's takin' so lo- oh,'' Jackie stopped at the gate to the clinic. V and Vik break apart, turning to find him leaning against the doorway, arms folded across his chest, grinning like the cheshire fucking cat.
"Fucking finally."
#cyberpunk 2077#viktor vector#viktor vektor#v x viktor#victor vector#viktor vector x v#tekstelart#viktorsvector#tagging you guys because you inspired me!!#fuck i'm so nervous this is the first fic i've posted in YEARS#kdjfmjdsklkfm
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My half of an art trade with @viktorsvector 💖🖤💙
Thank you so much for letting me draw your beautiful V
#cyberpunk 2077#v cyberpunk#cp 2077#viktor vector#victor vector#viktorsvector#my art#art trade#i love them both#thank you again for letting me draw them for you :3
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@lyrium bro i never finished the final act either 😂 mostly because some people had said the ending disappointed them, so I got scared and dropped it sjkdfb I really should finish it too
@viktorsvector you’re absolutely right. I love that you connected the dots immediately 😅😳
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my hand deadass slipped nd i accidentally unfollowed for a second my b anYWAY give me some Vik/V involving a birthday OwO
SEND ME A PAIRING + PROMPT & I’LL WRITE A 3 SENTENCE FIC.
“I’m not hearing anything about ‘aging gracefully.’”
“Look at it this way, V — it’s another year you’ve survived this city and all the shit it's thrown at you, and you get to show that off.”
“...Crows feet does look good on you.”
#viktorsvector#inbox.#mine.#my fics.#cyberpunk 2077.#viktor vektor.#v : francisca valleau.#ship : v & viktor vektor. comin' through.#lol don't worry about the accidental unfollowing#francisca...... cares a lot about her vanity#needs her older boyfriend to assure her she'll look great and he'll still love her
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🌈 owo
jules! ashamed to say we haven’t known each other for very long, but all of our interactions have been nothing short of lovely!
what strikes me most about you is your loyalty, your encouragement, and your empathy towards the people you love. you seem to truly care for people and you always try as best you can to get others to see their worth where it lies, and that’s such an admirable quality in a person.
you’re also hilarious! thank you for all the laughs over the last few weeks, be it from a stray tag to a whole ass post. i’ve needed them, and i appreciate them.
much love!
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4 + 7 for basics, 9 + 10 for personality, & 5 for appearance!
BASICS
4. nicknames or aliases
v, obviously, and for most people that’s all they call her. only a few people even know her real name, and fewer still are allowed to call her del. only jackie and misty ever used to call her del, and only in private, but the list has expanded to johnny now too.
7. affiliations [corporation/gang/themselves/etc]
she’s more loyal to herself and her friends than anything in night city. she’s worked for the mox in the past, and is very loyal to padre and his followers, but tries not to tie herself down to one gang or group. veers as far from corporations as she can.
PERSONALITY
9. five positive traits
loyal, energetic, charismatic, optimistic & intuitive.
10. five negative traits
dependent, clingy, impulsive, self destructive & argumentative.
APPEARANCE
5. describe their style
honestly, it’s kind of all over the place. lots of big fluffy jackets, sparkly heeled boots, bralets, booty shorts, fishnets, crop tops, figure-hugging satin dresses, chokers, leather skinny jeans. you can definitely see her coming.
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red, cyan, purple 😌
FHFHHF <3 EN GARDE
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Do you still do prompts for Cyberpunk 2077??
solid maybe. I love the game dearly but I'm entrenched in other fandoms rn. if the prompt sparks enough inspiration I'll probably write it
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he’s a little flustered
(art trade with @viktorsvector)
#fancy party and guess who is V's hot date?#it's been a min since i last drew vik#it was really fun drawing someone else's V#viktor vektor#viktor vector#marina velum#cyberpunk 2077 v#cyberpunk 2077#v/viktor#krispyart
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Art for a trade with @viktorsvector
#cyberpunk 2077#cp2077#viktor vector#victor vector#V#Marina Velum#I HOPE U LIKE IT KLJDSFFHGKLSDHHG#my art
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@viktorsvector for you
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when you're followed by cyberpunk royalty 😔✌
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7 + 8 in basics, 8 + 15 in personality, 3 + 4 in combat, 4 + 7 in appearance 👀
CYBERPUNK 2077 OC QUESTIONS
basics — 7: affiliations [corporation/gang/themselves/etc]
answered for the other cp 2077 meme here.
basics — 8: what languages do they speak?
english, french, japanese. bits of mandarin and spanish. she has a translator installed, so she isn’t too concerned with actively learning languages she doesn’t come into contact with daily.
personality — 8: theme song
fletcher’s last laugh.
personality — 15: what is their biggest weakness?
her guilt complex. :c
combat — 3: primary stats [ex: intellect]
body and intelligence are maxed out. technical ability is third.
combat — 4: primary skills [ex: handguns]
athletics, breach protocol, quickhacking.
appearance — 4: describe their body type
tall, slender. not much of a bust or ass. athletic from years out in the field and regular workouts. she has muscle-tone, but she’s still soft enough that you can rest your head on her stomach.
appearance — 7: tattoos? any significant ones?
before johnny’s “boys’ night out,” francisca didn’t have any tattoos. she always wanted one, but because she worked in counterintel, she kept her body clear of ink so she’d be as difficult to identify as possible. she’d considered a few options to celebrate her break from arasaka, but there was never enough time or money. the morning she woke from johnny’s fun, she asked him what she did to deserve the “johnny + v” tattoo. went on a rant about how vik would freak about what johnny did to her body. he told her she could get it removed if she wanted, and that he “thought she liked hearts.” “it was that or the billy goat.” and “wasn’t she looking to get a tattoo?”
now, she looks at it to remember she has to keep living.
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It’s been AGES since I’ve written anything, and with all of the amazing fic lately from @viktorsvector and @eurodynesass, I thought I’d try and add my own smut piece to the fandom. Written on mobile at 1 am, so apologies if there’s a ton of typos or formatting weirdness. No real plot to speak of. Just good ol’ fashioned F!V/Viktor smut.
When V accidentally finds out that Vik likes it rough. Dirty talk, vaginal sex, biting, hair pulling.
Wild Fire
The atmosphere in Vik’s clinic was charged. The gentle hum of the various monitors and machinery was punctuated with sighs and breathy moans. The usual smell of antiseptic, chrome, and oil tinged with the heady aroma of sweat and arousal. Their little sparring match had ended with Vik pinning V to the wall at the back of his clinic, her legs wrapped around his waist as he ground the sizable bulge in his pants into her jeans. One arm was wrapped under her ass, the other braced against the wall as he nuzzled his face into her neck, stubble scraping the sensitive skin. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, V?” he murmured into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
“Hmm? How -hard- you make me, watching you like that? Wild-eyed and practically fucking feral during a fight?” Another roll of his hips. “Watching the sweat drip down your body and wantin’ to chase it with my tongue?”
“Mmmm, fuck, Vik!” she ground out between clenched teeth, rolling her hips forward to feel more of that delicious pressure against her core. Her fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck and she gave an experimental tug. His entire chest rumbled against her as he let out a low groan. She pulled again, harder this time, and Vik’s hips bucked forward as he looked at her with fire in his eyes. “So, the doc likes it a little rough, does he?” she quipped with a smirk, using her legs to pull him closer. She leaned forward and kissed her way from his earlobe down his neck and when she found his pulse-point, she bit down - hard. Fuck, if the noise he made wasn’t the sexiest thing she’d ever heard in her life. The wet spot on her jeans grew noticeably larger as he cried out, hips stuttering and cock twitching against her. His knees almost buckled as she laved her tongue over the reddened skin, soothing the sting with that hot, wet muscle.
“Couch. Now.” Vik’s voice was rough in his throat as he readjusted his grip and carried her over to the worn leather couch. He practically tossed her down, eyes blazing and chest heaving, as he stared at her, palming his dick through his pants. V moaned appreciatively at the sight, grinding her own palm against her core to relieve some of the pressure. As much as V enjoyed being manhandled by Vik, though, she had other ideas in mind tonight. Shooting him a shit-eating grin, she leapt off the couch and lunged at him, catching him off guard as their lips crashed together. Almost losing his balance, she took the advantage to spin him around and pin him to the couch, her body pressed deliciously tight against him as she straddled his lap. Having the tables turned on him like that had Vik’s head swimming with desire. He’d always preferred being the dominant one in bed, but when it came to V pushing him around like that? Fuck, he’d almost come in his pants right there.
His hands went to her hips, fingertips digging in hard enough to leave bruises and V squirmed against him, plunging her tongue into his mouth as her hands went to the lapels of shirt. Bunching up the fabric in her fists, she yanked her hands apart, buttons skittering across the floor. “Hey! That’s my favorite...!” “Quit bitchin’, Vik. We have more pressing things to attend to, wouldn’t cha say?” as she ground down on his lap. Smirking, she reached down to tug his tank top up and over his head as he reached up to do the same for her. His thumbs circled her nipples, pebbled from the cool air, as she tugged his belt free and slid off his lap. He lifted his hips to help her slide his pants down, groaning as his cock sprang free, head red and weeping. V stepped out of her own pants and leaned down to swipe her tongue over his head, moaning as the slightly bitter taste of his precum met her tastebuds. Vik threw his head back, choking on a moan at the feeling of her hot mouth on him, hand instinctively tangling in her hair. Tossing him a saucy wink, V climbed back into his lap and carefully positioned herself over him. Without warning, she plunged herself down onto him, biting into the taut muscle of his shoulder and Vik’s vision whited out.
He yelled out, his whole body tensing as she set a brutal pace, her moans getting louder as she rode him. Her nails scraped against his chest and arms, leaving angry, red welts in their wake, muscles rippling beneath them. She nipped and bit at his neck, sucking purpling spots into his skin, never letting up her pace as she bounced in his lap. When his thumb found her clit, V yelped, burying her hands in his hair and tugging again. Vik was fighting a losing battle. He rubbed furiously at her clit, leaning forward to pull one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit down and V screamed, her sudden orgasm tearing through her like wild fire as she convulsed in his arms, her cunt spasming against his cock. He rocked his hips forward and cried out, coming deep inside her as he wrapped his arms around her body and pressed his face into her sternum.
His heart was still thundering in his chest as V slipped off his lap to snuggle into his side. They sat like that for a while as their breathing slowed, V’s fingers idly tracing patterns onto his belly. “So... about my shirt?”
#this idea wouldn’t let me go#I’m so thirsty for this man#my writing#smut fic#viktor vector/v#viktor vektor#victor vector#viktor vector#cyberpunk 2077
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Just scoRED A QUADRAKILL
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#Made my whole night LMAOOFHJFBDB#Simp City#Im just gonna start tagging our shits hfjfjf it deserve its own tag
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