Surrender (Vic x Reader) [18+]
a/n: there is cnc so if u don't like that then don't read :} this is for lovely teehee she didn't ask for it but i just did it for her, that's my beloved
The night had been a blur of neon lights, loud music, and an endless stream of tequila shots. It was your birthday, and Vic had made sure you felt every second of it. But while the rest of your friends were focused on the celebration, Vic had been focused entirely on you.
Throughout dinner and the drinks that followed, he’d been a constant, simmering presence. Under the table, his large hand had claimed your thigh, his fingers dug into your skin, sliding dangerously high toward the hem of your dress. Every time you tried to focus on the conversation, he’d squeeze, a silent reminder of what was waiting for you at home.
When you stood up to go to the restroom, he’d stepped up behind you, his chest flushing against your back, his arm winding around your waist to pull you flush against him. You could feel it - the hard, thick ridge of his cock pressing firmly into the small of your back, pulsing with a need that mirrored your own. You had spent the last three hours practically vibrating with anticipation, your pussy aching and dripping wet just from the way he looked at you.
But by the time the Uber dropped you off at your place, the alcohol had finally won. The world was spinning, your limbs so heavy, and the moment you stepped through the door, the adrenaline crashed. You didn't even make it to the bedroom; Vic had to help you to the room where you collapsed onto the bed in a heap of tangled fabric and exhaustion, slipping into a deep, drunken sleep before you could even utter a word.
Vic, however, was far from tired.
He watched you for a moment - your chest rising and falling in a slow, heavy rhythm. "Fuck," He muttered. He was still wired, his blood boiling from hours of teasing. He leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear. "You're not getting off that easy, birthday girl," He whispered, though you were too far gone to hear him.
He moved with a focused intensity, his hands slid under your dress to peel it upward. He worked slowly, savoring the sight of your sleeping body. He slid your panties down your legs, tossing them aside to reveal your swollen, glistening folds. He didn't stop there. He stripped himself bare, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing, leaking a bead of precum that glistened in the dim light.
He didn't wake you. Instead, he parted your legs wide, draping them over his shoulders to open you up completely. He hovered over you for a second, the head of his cock brushing against your wet slit, before he drove himself inside in one slow, agonizingly deep thrust.
You let out a soft, unconscious moan, your head lolling to the side, but you didn't wake. Vic groaned, the tightness of your sleeping body gripping him like a vice. He began to move, his thrusts rhythmic and heavy. He fucked you with a primal sort of patience, his hips slapping against your ass with a wet, meaty sound. He watched your face, fascinated by the way your features shifted in your sleep, the way your lips parted as he hit your G-spot over and over again.
He leaned down, his tongue licking a path from your collarbone to your nipple, sucking the peak hard into his mouth while his cock continued to plow into you. The friction was intense, the heat between your bodies building until the air in the room felt thick.
As the pleasure peaked, the sensation finally woke you up from your sleep. You gasped and your eyes fluttered open to find Vic hovering over you, his face strained with lust, his body buried deep inside you. "Vic...?" You breathed, your voice raspy and confused.
"I've got you," He growled, his voice a low rumble. He didn't slow down. If anything, the fact that you were awake made him fuck you harder. He gripped your hips, his fingers bruising your skin, and began to hammer into you with violent urgency.
"Oh god, yes... right there," You cried out. The drunken haze had transformed into pure arousal. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. Your pussy clamped down on him with every thrust.
The pace became frantic. Vic was no longer being patient. He was claiming you, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking heat with a rhythmic, wet sound. He leaned down and bit your shoulder as he drove himself into you one last time, his body stiffened as he let out a guttural groan, spilling hot, thick loads deep inside you.
You screamed into the pillow, your own orgasm crashing over you in waves, leaving you both shaking and breathless in the quiet of the room. Vic slowly slid his cock out of you. A thick string of cum leaked from your pussy and trailed down your thigh, marking you as his. You laid there, limp and glowing. The drunken haze now replaced by a warm, buzzing afterglow.
Vic didn't pull away for long. He shifted, his heavy chest brushing against your breasts. His eyes were dark and hungry. He looked down at your drenched slit, the sight of his cum mixing with yours made his cock twitch and harden almost instantly. "I'm not done with you," he rasped, his voice sounding like gravel. "It's still your birthday, and I want to make sure you remember every single second of this."
He slid down your body, his tongue licking a trail from your belly button down to your pelvis. You gasped and your hips instinctively arched off the bed as he buried his face between your thighs. He didn't hesitate and his tongue darted out to lap up the excess cum, tasting you deeply. Then he found your clit.
Vic began to eat you out with a focused intensity. He used his tongue in broad, flat strokes, licking from the bottom of your opening up to the peak of your clit before switching to sharp, flicking motions that sent electric shocks through your entire body. He used his fingers to stretch you open and slid two deep inside you while his tongue worked your clit.
"Vic... oh god, please..." You whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. He sucked your clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it with a suction that made your toes curl. You were cumming again. The tension built rapidly until you let out a sharp scream, your walls pulsing and clamping down on his fingers as you spiraled.
As you came down from the peak, Vic pulled back, his chin glistening with your wetness. He shifted and laid flat on his back and let his cock - now fully erect and throbbing again - spring upward. He looked up at you, a challenging smirk on his lips. "My turn to watch," He commanded. "Get on top. Ride me."
Still shaky from your orgasm, you crawled over him, your knees flanking his hips. You looked down at him and saw the raw hunger in his eyes and slowly lowered yourself. You guided the head of his thick cock to your opening and felt the heat radiating off him. With a slow, deliberate sink, you pushed yourself down and took him in inch by inch.
You let out a long, shaky moan as you bottomed out, your pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. You stayed there for a moment. Chest to chest, feeling his heart hammering against yours. Then you began to move.
You started with slow, grinding circles. Rotating your hips to ensure every ridge of his cock rubbed against your walls. Vic let out a guttural growl. His hands came up to grip your waist. His fingers dug into your flesh to help guide your rhythm.
As the friction built, you picked up the pace, bouncing on him with increasing urgency. The sound of the wet slapping against his thighs filled the room, a meaty thud. You leaned forward, your breasts brushed his chest, and your nipples hardened as you looked down at him. "You like this?" You gasped, your voice trembling.
"Fuck, yes," He groaned, his head hitting the pillow. "Ride it, baby. You take all of it like such a good girl." You sped up, your movements becoming frantic and wild. You were riding him like you wanted to break him. Your internal muscles squeezed him tight with every downward thrust. Vic’s hips began to thrust upward to meet you, the impact becoming violent and raw.
The pleasure was overwhelming. It was like a tidal wave of heat that threatened to drown you. You could feel him pulsing inside you, his cock swelling as he neared his limit. You leaned back and arched your back, giving him a clear view of your heaving chest and the way your body moved on his.
Vic reached up, grabbing your hips and pulling you down hard for one final, deep plunge. He let out a moan, his entire body stiffening as he came inside you for the second time. You felt the hot, thick streams of his cum fill you to the brim.
You collapsed onto his chest, sobbing with pleasure, and your bodies were slick with sweat. Vic wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. His breath hot against your neck as the birthday celebration finally came to a crashing, exhausted end. "Happy birthday, baby girl." He kissed your temple while tracing lazy shapes on your arm.
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