Identity V x Reader REQUESTS CLOSED

Victor <>

HI HI SORRY I DIEEEDDD But I'm back now a new person, maybe a became kokichi Kinnie in the process but that doesn't matter because we have Victor! :))

Contains: lovemaking, Revealing clothing (i think i wrote this a while ago), Victor talks a few times, Victor making noises not being mute, you call him baby boy at some point
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Dating Victor was a slow process, especially at the start he was selectively mute. So he took a while to figure out a way to confess, and by the time he was going to put his plan in action. You confessed to him via a note you left on the back of Wick. He would walk into your room flustered even if you two were dating for more than half a year. When you'd come to his room he'd be even more flustered, like his face would be red for the first 10 minutes of you in the room. He was also very particular on what you'd touch in his room. You've also learned sign language to make him feel more comfortable.

Today you walked into the postman's room and looked around, only to find he wasn't there. You sat on his bed and touched the sheets. He obviously brought his own bed sheets because they were nothing like the weird manor sheets, and the blanket on top was soft. You laid down on it and smiled enjoying the moment of your boyfriend's room, with no Wick licking your face or feeling like if you did something wrong he wouldn't be as happy with you. But everything nice must come to an end.

You heard the door open and you sat up from being half asleep on his bed. "Oh hey Vic!" He brushed and walked to you with a questioning look on his face. "Oh umm, I came in here because I wanted to hang out and you've been busy with matches. So I decided to wait in your room and not be nervous." You smiled at him as he sat down. He started to sign but in basic words knowing that you were still learning.

'You didn't have to.' He looked at you and you just smiled back. "But I wanted to! And don't worry I didn't touch anything." He let out a small sigh of relief. He stood up and walked backwards to the door.

'One second I need to do something.' He said before leaving the room. As he left curiosity struck you. As mentioned in a commonly used saying, curiosity killed the cat. You stood up and walked to the desk in the corner of his room. You looked at the two books, one was the book the manor gave out to tell how matches were going and a little bit about themselves, the other was a leather-binned book. You picked up the book and opened to the first page, there was nothing special about the book, only a few notes and addresses. Well until the addresses stopped. The page after the addresses stopped had doodles and notes about the day nothing was really long with the notes until you got to one page. It had a few paragraphs, and from the first paragraph you wanted to close the book.

'I didn't think he would write this stuff.' You mentally thought and as much as you wanted to stop reading you couldn't close the book. The blush on your face grew the more you read. Oh you're asking what it's about? When one line from it should tell, "she was under me, a moaning mess and her hair a mess but still so pretty." You heard footsteps coming to the room but by the time you closed the book Victor was already walking into the room.

"It's not what it looks like!" You quickly slammed the book onto the desk and backed away from it. He looked at you then the book and his face got redder than you'd ever seen it before. His hands were too fidgety to even make out what he was signing. You looked down and sighed rubbing your arm. "Um, was it a real experience? Did you actually have...." At this moment his face got so red and he looked like he was about to implode in embarrassment. You took a few steps to him and he soon covered his face, he shook his head as he was replying to what you asked.

"Oh, so who was the girl?" That question made him shy away from your voice. He moved his face away from you and with one of his hands touched your chest. His middle finger then tapped. You soon became a blushing mess and when the postman saw this he moved his hand to his chest and made a circle meaning 'sorry.' You looked at him and chuckled. "I didn't think you would think of me that way... god you're such a softy for being 5'11."