Champagne Clouds
Viktor Hovland x gf!reader
Read on AO3 • 1.6k words
Written for/inspired by an anon vik/lud request! I feel like I have a better grasp of Viktor’s personality soooo
You watch as his throat works as he chugs straight from the bottle. His eyes slip closed for a moment and you have to force yourself to look away and remember where you are. Before your mind can stray too far, he begins to laugh all over again. Foamy champagne trickles from the corners of his mouth. The liquid trails down his jaw and drips from his chin to his already soaked through shirt.
He catches you watching him and grins wickedly. In a moment, he’s standing before you. “Open up, pretty girl,” he says.
Before you can protest, his left hand is gripping your jaw. His thumb digs into the hollow of your cheek and his fingers grip along your jawbone. He lightly squeezes and successfully coaxes your mouth open. The cold glass of the mouth of the champagne bottle meets your lips and he pours the liquid into your mouth.
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