office holiday party
victor x fem!reader
summary: the office holiday party slowly delved into chaos and you found some respite in the break room. luckily, someone joined you to keep you company
a/n: happy new years everyone!!
tags: fluff, first kiss, mistletoe kiss, alcohol, making out, grinding, caught, victor is a freak, poor malevola
ao3 version
while the thought of a quiet office party was nice, the phoenix program didn’t work that way. there was suddenly an abundance of alcohol that seemed to appear out of nowhere and in less than half an hour, 75% of the employees were sloshed out fo their minds. you’re pretty sure you saw prism making out with water boy in some poor soul’s cubicle (thankfully not yours).
seeking a little quiet away from the party to not have bass pounding in your ears of some strange remix of ‘last christmas’ by wham and techno music, you made a quick pot of coffee to ward off the sleepiness that alcohol usually gave you.
it was automatic at this point: coffee filter, pour in way too much ground coffee (what can you say, you like it strong), and press start.
standing alone made you realize just how tipsy you were. not quite world spinning, but it does somewhat feel like you're aboard a ship.
the small ding of the abused coffeemaker brings you back to dry land as you sift through a variety of mugs to find your favorite one.
just as you finished adding in the cream and sugar, the door opened and shut just as fast. you looked up and saw victor, smiling up at the bat hybrid who held a red solo cup that you could smell even a few feet apart.
“what the hell is in your drunk?” you asked with a scrunched nose, cupping your coffee close to your face and helped neutralize the smell.
“oh you know, a little of this, a little of that,” he said with a grin. “want some?” he offered, holding the cup towards you.
“i’m good, i’ve got my own,” you smiled and took a sip of your perfectly made coffee. somewhere on the drink table, you had snagged a shooter of coffee liquor, keeping your buzz alive while you tried to wake up a bit more.
victor chugged down the rest of his drink and let out a small burp, tossing the cup into the trash can that was across the room.
“did you hear flambae singing ‘santa baby’ earlier?”
you snorted into your cup and giggled, “i’m pretty sure the whole block heard his off key rendition of proclaiming his sexual relationship with santa. i wish prism would’ve given him her autotune mic.”
“oh believe me, she offered but he refused!” he exclaimed, shaking his head in disapproval with a chuckle.
a warm silence filled the room and you swore you could see a tipsy blush on victor’s cheeks.
right as you were about to break the silence, victor glanced up and you followed his gaze. in front of the cabinets, someone had hung mistletoe from the ceiling.
you would call it another hr violation, but it was after hours so who cares?
warmth creeped up your cheeks and you looked back at victor, who was already staring at your lips.
“it’s tradition to kiss under mistletoe right?” you commented softly, more for yourself than actually needing confirmation.
“yeah, we wouldn’t want to break tradition now would we?” he said with a wicked smile, practically vibrating in his polished loafers.
“no we wouldn’t,” you agreed and slowly closed the space between you two.
placing your hands on his chest as his found your waist, your lips met in an unsure kiss as you got lost in the taste of whiskey and coffee. you leans more into him and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. victor clutched at your shirt and walked you back against the counter. he easily lifted you up onto the slightly sticky surface, standing between your legs. your lips molded against each other as if you were made for each other.
keeping your hands firmly in his fur, you experimentally rolled your hips against the front of his pressed slacks, already feeling him starting to harden against you. victor let out a small moan against your mouth in response and bucked his hips up to your heat.
"fuck you're killing me sweetheart," he groaned and buried his face into your neck as the two of you fell into a clumsy rhythm. you could feel his hot breath and fangs grazing your skin as he pressed desperate kisses into your skin. one of your hands gripped the counter as he pressed his formerly crisp slacks against your inviting sex, a wet spot starting to take shape.
your mouth found his once again and just as you were starting to open the buttons on your uniform, the door swung open.
"hey vic, we're gonna-" malevola started and abruptly stopped as she said both of your dishelved states.
your face heated up and you attempted to brush your hair back to save some semblance of your dignity, but victor remained unfazed.
"be there in a sec, i'm a little busy right now," he said with an all too cocky grin.
"i see that, have fun you two," she teased with a sing song voice as she slipped out of the room, leaving you two alone once again.
he immediately leaned back in to kiss you once again, to which you leaned away and slapped his chest, "really? that was humiliating!"
"what? nah, she's caught me in way worse situations than this," he attempted to reassure you and trailed a few pecks down your jaw.
you huffed and shook your head, his touch once again persuading you to put down your guard.
"okay fine, c'mere freak."