Reader how can’t even take victory’s fingers because of how big he is
i actually love this ask so much because it’s something i’ve thought about a lot.
warning: pure filth ngl, dominant vic, fingering, tease of p in v, size kink 18+
filled up - victory wembanyama
part 2
Victor had been home for an hour, but he hadn't left your side. He was in that specific mood—the one where his towering 7'4" frame seemed to take up every inch of available oxygen in the room. He was being incredibly sweet, his voice a soft, melodic rumble as he peppered your neck with lingering kisses, but the way he was pressing his hardness against your thigh told a different story. He was starving for you.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. He guided you toward the oversized velvet sofa, gently pushing you back until you were sprawled out, looking up at him. From this angle, he looked like a giant, his limbs long and powerful, his eyes dark with a hunger that made your stomach flip.
He stripped you slowly, his movements tender and deliberate, treating your body like something precious. But as he moved between your legs, the sweetness shifted into something more urgent. He wanted to prepare you, to make sure you were completely open and ready for him, but as he reached down, the sheer scale of him became the focal point.
Victor’s hands were masterpieces of athleticism—strong, steady, and impossibly large. As he slid his first finger inside you, you let out a sharp, surprised gasp. Even a single finger felt substantial, stretching you in a way that was both shocking and exhilarating. He paused, his expression softening, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit to soothe the sudden tension.
"You're so tight for me," he whispered, a small, needy smile playing on his lips. "So perfect."
He wanted more. He wanted to feel how much of him you could take. Slowly, with a focused intensity, he pushed a second finger in beside the first. You arched your back, your breath hitching. The sensation was overwhelming; his fingers were so thick and long that they seemed to fill you completely, stretching your walls to their absolute limit. It wasn’t like you were virgin but with Vic everything felt like the first time.
"Victor... wait," you whimpered, not out of pain, but because of the sheer volume of him. You felt stretched wide, your body struggling to accommodate the massive width of his hand.
He stopped instantly, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his voice dripping with affection. "I've got you, baby. Just breathe for me. I'll go slow."
But the horniness was winning. He didn't want to stop; he wanted to see you completely undone by him. He began to curl his fingers inside you, the hooks of his large knuckles rubbing against your G-spot with a precision that sent sparks through your nerves. You were whimpering now, your hips instinctively bucking upward, begging for the friction even as you felt like you were being split open.
Driven by a sudden surge of desire, Victor tried to slide a third finger in. The moment he pushed, you let out a choked cry, your internal muscles clamping down hard. It was simply too much. The physical reality of his 7'4" frame meant that three of his fingers were equivalent to most men's entire girth. You were stretched to the breaking point, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
"I can't... Victor, it's too big," you gasped, your hands clutching at his muscular forearms.
He froze, his eyes widening. He looked down at where his hand was buried in you, seeing how your delicate flesh was strained around his massive digits. A look of raw, primal heat crossed his face—a mixture of protectiveness and an intense, dominant arousal at how small he made you feel.
"God, you're so small," he groaned, his voice dropping an octave. "I can't believe how much I want to stretch you out."
He didn't pull out. Instead, he kept those two fingers locked deep inside you, using them as an anchor. He began to pump them in and out with a slow, heavy rhythm, the sheer size of them massaging every inch of your interior. He watched your face, mesmerized by the way you looked—overwhelmed, flushed, and completely possessed by him.
"Do you like how big I am?" he asked, his voice a commanding purr. "Do you like knowing that I can fill you up until there's no room for anything else?"
You could only nod, your mind turning to mush. He had no idea how much his size aroused you, no one compared to him. The feeling of being stretched so wide by his fingers was a precursor to the real event, and the anticipation was becoming unbearable.
He finally withdrew his hand with a wet, sliding sound that left you feeling empty and aching. He didn't give you a second to recover. He stripped off his clothes in one fluid motion, revealing the staggering length and thickness of his cock, which looked almost monstrous compared to the space he had just been prepping.
"I'm going to be careful," he whispered, though the look in his eyes was anything but careful. "But I'm going to make sure you feel every single inch of me."
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