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My Love Will Never Die - Part 3

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No under 18's, this is rated Mature

I'm planning one more part after this. For this part I will be adding pictures further down of a dress and shoes the reader will be wearing; it's for a Hex-Tech event where Viktor and Jayce need to try and win over donors and the reader will be attempting to "win back" Viktor from his new mistress, the Hex-core (but things rarely, if ever, go as planned). I felt it was easier to show the dress rather than try and fail to describe it. I hope you all like it, I felt it was the perfect dress to seduce Viktor in. ;) The colour will be that of the darker dress image, closer to his maroon shirt from the first arc of Arcane. I hope you all enjoy.

Tag List: @dedicated2viktor

Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Yandere F Reader

Warnings: Jealousy. Flirting. NSFW. Dom Viktor. Murder threats. Tension. Sexual tension. Choking. Spanking. (I'm sorry)

Jayce Talis. Fucking Jayce Talis, he just had to show up and ruin everything. You had Viktor all to yourself, spending almost every night with him and now? Now Jayce and Hex-tech occupy all of his time. What even is Hex-tech?! No one really knows, since Jayce and Viktor are the ones who invented it and now all of Piltover is looking at them like gods. Well, more at Jayce than Viktor, because golden boy is from Piltover and Viktor is from Zaun. Really, they should be falling at Viktor’s feet, without him golden boy would have been kicked out of the academy and his Hex-tech experiment destroyed. But no, Jayce gets all the credit. And for some reason Viktor doesn’t seem to mind; he’s happy to spend his every waking moment in the lab, working instead of loving you. This simply won’t do. And you have a plan. In a few days there’s some kind of function that’s being hosted by the Academy to celebrate Hex-tech and try to acquire some sponsors so that the two men can continue their work. As heir to the Azure family, you’ve also been invited and you plan on making sure that Viktor remembers you exist. First on your agenda; shop for the perfect dress, one that’s sure to steal the show and thanks to Mel Medarda you know exactly where to go for that. As soon as you get to the shop however, your good mood comes to an end; inside is Sky and a few other women, giddily talking about the function. You push open the door and walk in, head held high. Everyone knows you and Viktor were close before his new love took over his life, and people love to talk; you’ve heard the whispers in the halls, after all. But you’re not about to let the old ladies get to you with their idle gossip, you’ll show them; and if they’re not careful, you’ll make sure they miss the function all together. A shop assistant quickly comes up to you, offering to help you find what you’re looking for and you notice Sky and her friends deciding to leave; Sky has been avoiding you since that first night with Viktor, hurt that her crush chose you instead of her. It’s a pity, really; you enjoyed the tour she gave you and now you won’t be able to get another one from her. But, back to the matter at hand. You spend a good two hours in the shop, trying on dress after dress before settling on the perfect one; and you decide to get a nice cape to go with it as well, perfect for a dramatic entrance.

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The next few days pass excruciatingly slowly, almost like time itself was wading through molasses; and you find yourself in a pattern of going to class and then back to your room, your heart aching for Viktor. But finally, the night of the function arrives and you feel almost dizzy with excitement. You do your hair and makeup, making sure everything is perfect before pulling on your stunning maroon dress and black heels, tying the small clasp that goes around your ankle. You do a few turns in front of your full-length mirror, admiring the way the dress spins around you as you twirl and how the slits show enough skin to make even the dirtiest minded of folk’s blush. Stopping by your vanity before you leave, you put on your favourite earrings and bracelet; the ones your mother gave you on your eighteenth birthday. The bracelet looks like a vine wrapping around your arm from wrist to elbow with fine leaves all along it, and the earrings are little dangling vines that match your bracelet. With a final check in your mirror and a steadying breath for confidence, you pull on the deep red cape and walk out; making sure to lock your apartment behind you as you leave.

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Walking towards the double doors of the great hall, your heels clicking on the floor as you go; you can just barely hear the lively music coming from behind them, the event already in full swing. You decided to be fashionably late, knowing this would make your entrance that much more dramatic as all eyes would be on you. You lick your blood red lips in anticipation, the butterflies in your stomach swirling around and making you feel almost giddy. As the doors creak open loudly to reveal you to the gathered crowd, you undo the clasp of your cape; and in true Prima-Donna fashion, let it drop behind you just as everyone turns to look at you. A hush falls over the crowd, a few audible gasps coming from the back of the gathered masses. Perfect. Your eyes easily find Viktor who seems to be frozen in place, staring at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. You must admit, he looks very debonair in his onyx suit with matching shirt and tie, the only splash of colour to break up all the black is a wine-red waistcoat. It’s hard not to swoon at the mere sight of him and you feel your heart doing cartwheels, but you manage to keep your composure and give him a small and a polite nod, before making your way into the crowd; in the opposite direction he’s in. Everyone knows who you are; your family may not have a seat on the council, but the name Azure is known by all for the medical breakthroughs made by your father and other past family members. Being a doctor kind of runs in the family, but you’re the first to break that streak; instead choosing to study music and botany, both great passions of yours. Luckily you have a cousin who was more than happy to take up the mantle and uphold the family name by studying medicine, but that doesn’t change the fact that knowing you could still offer a boon to anyone lucky enough to garner your attention. And thanks to this small fact; it doesn’t take long for a slew of young men to gather around you, each trying to woo you or ask you to dance. You honestly don’t care for any of them, but for your plan to work, you laugh and pretend to be having the time of your life. You can scarcely make out Viktor through the crowd, but every time you laugh you could swear you see his head just ever so slightly turn in your direction. The music that fills the massive room picks up a bit and you see people starting to dance, enjoying themselves as the night progresses. There are a few people walking around with trays of finger food and other carry trays covered in glasses filled with fine wines or champagne. Clearly the alcohol is overpowering the small portions of food everyone is consuming, a fine tactic to get people to open their wallets more easily for your cause. It also means adults start acting like teenagers, giggling and dancing like no one is watching; at least the ones who can’t hold their liquor or haven’t been pacing themselves. Well, it seems now is the perfect time for the next part of your plan and you decide to finally take one of the dashing young men up on their offer of a dance. Walking over to the band you place a request for the next song and as the music changes from upbeat and fast to intense and sultry, you make your way back to your dance partner. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer than necessary, and you both start to move in time to the music; a simple tango. People gather around to watch as other couples join, enjoying the show and the excitement of all of you moving around the floor with grace and sensuality; clearly you know just how to liven things up. Your dance partner spins you out and letting go of his hand; you start to dance around him, sliding against him as you move your hips from side to side and your hands rub up your arms before twirling in the air above your head. He grabs one of your hips to spin you back around, hugging you to his body before dipping you right at the end of the song. As your head falls back during the dip your eyes land on Viktor, a pained expression on his face as the knuckles of the hand holding his cane have turned

white from the force he’s clenching it with. Standing back up you thank the young man for the dance and try to walk back towards the crowd, but he grabs your arm to stop you.

“Another dance. You can’t say you didn’t enjoy that as much as I did? And we dance so well together, it would be a shame to rob the other people of the opportunity to watch us some more.”

You give him a curt smile as you try and pull your arm free, but he’s holding on tightly enough to leave a bruise.

“I agreed to one dance. Now, please let go of my arm before I make a scene.”

With a smug look on his face, he moves closer to you, making sure you can’t move away as he leans in to whisper into your ear.

“Come now, I promise you’ll enjoy what I have in mind.”

Just as you’re about to tell the prick to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine, a familiar hand reaches out to grasp his wrist. You can almost hear the bones crack beneath Viktor’s grasp and the man quickly releases your arm as Viktor stares him down.

“I believe the lady made it quite clear that she doesn’t want to share another dance with you. Now make yourself scarce.”

The venom dripping from his words surprise even you, and the young dandy realizes it’s probably safer if he leaves. You turn to Viktor and smile sweetly.

“Thank you, but I had it under control. I don’t need you to swoop in and save me.”

Playing with fire, the thought rushes through your mind as you look into his eyes; his irises reminding you of molten gold. He leans in to whisper into your ear, his voice thick with need.

“No. What you need is a good fucking to remind you of who’s in charge.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you take a step back, glowering at him and crossing your arms.

“Wouldn’t your Hex-core get jealous?”

A knowing smile flickers across his face as he straightens slightly at your remark. His hand reaches out to cup your cheek, but you don’t move or react as you continue to stare him down.

“So that’s what all this is about? You feel neglected.”

You reach up and brush away his hand, finding it hard to think when his touch is so tender and caring. Looking up at him you find yourself scoffing at him.

“Viktor. It’s hard to feel neglected by someone who never really cared in the first place.”

Immediately you turn on your heel and stride away, trying to put some distance between you and him, hoping your words hurt him like he’s hurt you. You can hear the familiar clacking of a cane following you, and steadily catching up. Damn, he’s fast for a man with a cane. You’re about to turn to the door when an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into a small storage closet you hadn’t noticed, making you swear as you’re almost pulled off of your feet. The door clicks shut and you’re thrust into darkness, suddenly VERY aware of the man firmly pressed against your chest. You can feel every inhale and exhale as his chest moves against yours, his breath is warm against your cheek and neck and it takes all of your self-control not to grab onto him and pull him into a kiss.

“Y/N. My dove.”

His voice is soft and tender as his hands slide onto your hips, holding you in place so you don’t try to run away again.

“I admit; I have been lost in my work, but only because I see the potential it holds to help both Piltover and Zaun.”

One of his hands leave your hips to move up and cup your cheek once more, his thumb stroking your soft skin gently.

“I will try to be better at managing my time between you and my work. And please know, you have nothing to fear. While I enjoy my work, it could never take your place. I love you.”

His touch is intoxicating, making you feel like you’re floating and you can’t help but smile at his words as you lean in to place a featherlight kiss on his lips.

“And I love you.”

His hand quickly slides from your cheek to wrap around your throat and squeeze just enough so you know he means business.

“Now, if you ever flirt with another man again, I WILL kill them. Do you understand?”

You try to speak, but only a squeak escapes; so you just nod, and you feel his grip loosen around your throat before he leans in to kiss you.

“So, how about I finally show you my and Jayce’s lab?”

You both slip out of the closet and sneak out of the function, luckily most of the people seem too intoxicated to notice. He holds your hand as you both head upstairs to the new Hex-tech labs. His keys jangle loudly as he slips one into the lock, opening the door for you. The lab is familiar, in that it looks kind of just like every other lab, but you look around and your eyes land on a brilliant glowing blue orb in the centre of a small slab that’s lying on one of the tables. You walk over to it, studying it curiously.

“Is this it? It’s very beautiful.”

The door locks loudly and you realize that you’re alone with him, and him showing you the lab seems to have been a ruse. The sound of his cane hitting the cold floor as he walks towards you sends shivers down your spine and you look up at him, the heat back in his eyes and his voice is husky as he speaks.

“It is, but not as beautiful as you. Now, I do believe you require some disciplining for trying to make me jealous. Hopefully it will teach you not to try it again.

He walks over to one of the chairs and sits down, placing his cane next to him so it leans against the table as he looks up at you.

“Over my lap. Now.”

Your stomach knots, not sure what to expect; but you do as he says, walking over and lying across his knees. Is he going to spank you? Smack! You gasp as his hand connects with your ass, the impact stinging and sending a shockwave through your body as your stomach does a small flip. It hurts, but it also feels strangely exhilarating. His hand slowly rubs circles over the now red bruised area.

“Repeat after me, my dove. I will not get jealous.”

You hesitate for a moment and… Smack! He spanks you again, making you yelp softly.

“I… I will not get jealous.”

Smack!

“I don’t believe you. Make me believe you mean it.”

You take a few deep breaths, trying to steady your racing heart. He isn’t spanking you the way a father does a child, there’s an air of sexual tension behind the act and it’s making it hard to focus as your head swims. It becomes even harder when his hand starts to rub circles over your burning skin.

“I will not be jealous.”

He hums approvingly, and for the moment it seems your spankings have come to an end?

“What have you learned today?”

Fuck.

“Not to make you angry?”

He chuckles, but no spanking follows, that’s good.

“What else?”

“Fuck me. Can’t we just skip this part and move on to where you bend me over a table and screw me until I can’t walk?”

SMACK! That one fucking hurt and you yell out, grabbing onto his leg and digging your nails into the soft fabric as you start to curse under your breath.

“While I would enjoy that very much, my dove. I did ask you a question to which I expect a certain answer.”

Deep breath, focus. What else is there that he could be talking about?

“Don’t be jealous, because I have nothing to be jealous about?”

You brace yourself, not sure what to expect; but the spank doesn’t come. Instead, he helps you stand up and turns you to face away from him as he lifts up your dress and places gentle kisses all over your red skin. You blush at the strangely sweet and intimate act. He stands up and you turn to face him as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you against him, gently placing a finger beneath your chin to make sure you’re looking at him.

“How about we go to my room? I’ll bend you over a table another day. Right now, I’d rather have you in my bed.”

He kisses you sweetly, his lips warm and gentle against yours. This man is a walking contradiction, capable of both very kind and also very cruel acts. And you love him with all of your being.

“Ah. I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

He moves over to his desk, and you know it’s his, because it’s covered in notes written in his handwriting and strewn everywhere. He opens a drawer and takes out a small, simple box. He opens it before handing it to you and inside is a key. You cock an eyebrow at him as you pick up the key.

“Please don’t tell me this is the key to your heart?”

He chuckles, but shakes his head.

“It is the key to my room. I want you to move in with me?”