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Vic's been soooo good this season, and Bianca promised them a reward...

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Very Important People - Dropout.tv (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bianca/Vic Michaelis (Very Important People) Characters: Vic Michaelis (Very Important People), Bianca (Very Important People), Tamar (Very Important People) Additional Tags: Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Ass Play, Strap-Ons, Spanking, Biting, Submissive Character, Dom/sub, Dominance, vianca, Begging, Dildos, Smut, Porn, Host!Vic - Freeform, Host Vic Summary:

Vic's been soooo good this season of VIP, and Bianca promised them a reward for their good behaviour. Returning to their dressing room, Vic gets more than they imagined.

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Good Behaviour

“That’s a wrap on season three,” Tamar said to cheers. It was hard to know if the crew were celebrating a job well done or whether they were simply grateful they got to leave. Vic knew they didn’t want to spend another minute with them.

“How well do you think I behaved?” Vic asked Tamar with a childlike timbre. “On a scale between one to ten.”

“I don’t know. A seven, I guess. You were less of an insufferable asshole this season,” Tamar replied.

Vic’s smile beamed. “That’s a four-point improvement. Hopefully that’s enough.”

“Enough for what?” Tamar removed her headset as she walked away from the monitors in video village.

Vic pushed the hair from their face, a blush rising to their cheeks. “Doesn’t matter. Have you seen Bianca?”

“She left half an hour ago. You two fighting again?” asked Tamar, navigating through the busy set as crew began the tear-down, stripping away the props and set dressing.

“What? No. I’ve been good. Tell her I’ve been good.”

“What is this energy?” Tamar stopped to allow two production assists carrying a ladder pass in front of her. “This weird desperate energy. What is going on?”

“Nothing.” Vic’s response whipped out of them like somebody caught misbehaving.

“I don’t have time. Whatever’s going on here is your problem. I’ve got enough of my own.”

“Exactly. Just tell her I’ve been good if she asks.” Vic looked around the set, searching for Bianca.

“Fine. Whatever. Get out of here. You’re finished.”

“Okay. Just one more question. Would you say I was more daddy or baby girl?”

“Is this some uwu internet bullshit? I don’t know. Neither. Ask Tumblr. Stop bothering me. Go away.” Tamar gestured to the hallway and suggested Vic go that direction as she dealt with things on set.

Leaving Tamar to her work, Vic navigated through the crowded studio corridor to their dressing room. Nobody spoke to them the entire way. Opening the door, they went inside and hit the light switch. The overhead light didn’t turn on. Instead, only the hazy light of a lamp with a scarf draped over it illuminated the room in a dim feathery glow.

They tried the light switch again to no avail.

“It won’t work,” a quiet voice said in the shadows.

Spinning around, Vic found Bianca in the dark, the sheen of a long silk robe catching the meagre light. Her hair fell in dark tousled curtains around her face, and she wore a serious but inscrutable expression, eyes dark with intensity.

“What are you doing in here?” Vic asked, her breath catching and heart racing.

“I told you that if you behaved you’d be rewarded.” Crossing the room, Bianca’s footsteps sounded with the distinctive click of stilettos on the terrazzo floor. She approached Vic and forced them to sidestep her as she reached the door and locked it.

“I’ve done my best. Really, Bianca, I really, really tried. Please.”

“Are you begging?” Bianca asked, her quiet voice low and filled with amusement.

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t hate it.” Bianca tugged on the lapel of Vic’s jacket. “Take this off.” Vic unbuttoned their jacket, slipped it off and revealed their bare arms and the vest of their three-piece suit. “Vest too.”

Vic’s nimble fingers unfastened their vest, and they tossed it onto the island countertop protruding from the wall. Standing before Bianca in their sleeveless satin blouse, Vic’s sudden nervousness sent shivers through them.

“You seem anxious,” Bianca said.

“You’re wearing my robe,” Vic replied.

“Very observant. Have I ever told you how good you look in this suit?”

“Nobody has.”

“Especially these trousers,” Bianca continued. She hooked her finger in the belt loop of Vic’s dress pants and tugged Vic closer. “I’ve noticed how flattering they are in all the right places.”

“You have?” Vic’s voice quavered.

“Do you want to see what I’m wearing?” Bianca’s hand fell to the belt of the robe.

“Yes, please.”

“You’re so polite. Ask me.”

“Can I please see what you’re wearing?” Vic asked, having trouble breathing.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Untying the belt, Bianca opened the robe and let the silk cascade off her lean body, revealing her figure wrapped in black lingerie, her skin peeking through the lace and the silhouette of her nipples visible behind the mesh cups of her brassiere.

“Oh my god,” Vic managed as their brain short circuited. “What is happening?”

“I promised you a reward for good behaviour. Watching you strut around the set, the fabric stretching across your ass, truthfully, I hoped you’d behave. But I don’t know if you’ve been good enough to deserve a reward.”

“No. I have. I’ve been so good. I want the reward.”

“Beg.”

“Please,” Vic said, her voice wavering. “Please, I want the reward.”

“That’s not how you beg. Get on your knees.” Bianca directed Vic to the floor.

Vic immediately knelt before Bianca. “Please, I deserve the reward. Please, Bianca. Please.” They wrapped their arms around Bianca’s bare legs, bowing their head against her stomach. Vic was on the verge of tears, their voice breaking as they begged, a single word repeated in a whisper as though in prayer. “Please, please, please…”

Biana pushed Vic back, and cradling their chin in one hand tilted Vic’s head back as though they had lifted her gaze to heaven. As far as they were concerned, the view was better. Leaning over, Bianca kissed Vic’s brow.

“Please,” Vic continued in a hushed tone of reverence. “You can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.”

“What if I want to strip you down and parade your through the studio in front of everyone?” Bianca asked, a hint of sadism biting in her question.

“Whatever you want,” Vic repeated. “I’m yours.” They imagined the horrified and shocked faces of their coworkers as Bianca led them on a leash through the studio, crawling on all fours like a dog.

“It’d ruin you.”

“I’d let you destroy me completely.” The heat of Bianca’s body so near was excruciating. Vic’s desire was a physical agony, a blaze burning between their legs.

“Tempting.” Bianca pulled Vic back to their feet and slammed them against the door of their dressing room. She kissed Vic hard. “But I think I’m just going to fuck you.”

Bianca ripped open Vic’s blouse, the buttons scattering, soaring through the room. She spread the shirt open to kiss Vic’s chest and discovering their white lacy bra. She dragged her mouth along the lace border of Vic’s bra, pressing the warmth of her lips through it to Vic’s skin. In response, Vic arched their body towards her.

Dexterous hands ran down Vic’s body to their pants and unfastened them, pushing them off their waist and over the bloom of their hips, causing the trousers to fall to Vic’s ankles. Vic’s panties matched their bra, scalloped lace and soft ivory white fabric laying against their pale complexion.

“I’m shocked there’s so much lace,” Bianca said.

“Only in interviews,” Vic replied. Usually, they preferred the comfort and utility of cotton briefs or bikini cut panties and a bralette or sports bra, anything without an underwire. Their everyday underwear was about practicality, but shoot days were an exception. Wearing the expensive lingerie under their suit gave them a sense of confidence, the high status secret of luxurious French-made undergarments. “It gives me power.”

Running a hand up Vic’s thigh, Bianca stroked a finger along the crotch of Vic’s panties. “Do you feel powerful now?”

Vic shook their head. “Completely helpless.”

“I’m glad we’re understanding each other, finally.”

Bianca closed the remaining distance between them, their bodies touching, skin against skin, each breath pulling Vic away from Bianca only to quickly return. Opening their mouth to Bianca’s amongst the barrage of kisses, Vic tasted the mint on Bianca’s tongue. Bianca scarcely gave her time to enjoy it, kissing her furiously.

Kicking off their heels and pants, Vic remained pinned to the door as Bianca groped them. Bianca’s fingers carded through Vic’s brunette hair with its auburn highlights, and fell down their spine as though counting vertebrae before lustfully pawing their ass. There was nothing gentle in the manner with which Bianca handled them. A handful of Vic’s ass, she pulled Vic’s hips forwards until Vic stood astride Bianca’s thigh and began rocking their hips back and forth. They rutted against the smooth skin of Bianca’s thigh until the wetness soaked through their panties and smeared onto Bianca.

Pulling Vic’s panties aside and tugging roughly on the chestnut wisps of hair beneath, Bianca kissed Vic, biting their bottom lip. “Keep going,” she commanded.

Vic did as they were told. Grinding their pussy on Bianca, they lacquered her thigh in their slick, rubbing their swollen clit into it. If they kept at it for a couple more minutes, Vic knew they’d come, already so aroused. Bianca didn’t let them.

Pulling away, Bianca strode through the dressing room, the sway of her hips making her ass wiggle lasciviously. Vic salivated at the sight, the way Bianca’s panties arced across her buttocks, the way her skin peeped through the holes in the lace, the way the rounded knolls of Bianca’s ass were so squeezable and bitable. Lust became an insatiable hunger gnawing inside Vic.

Bianca dropped into the plush armchair in the corner of the room, and when she fixed Vic with a steely glare, it was enough to summon them.

Without a word exchanged, Vic approached Bianca, stripping off their shirt, and fell to their knees in front of her. They glided their hands up Bianca’s thighs and over the lace front of her panties, curling their fingers in the waistband. Bianca lifted her ass off the chair as Vic peeled her panties off and brought them to their nose, inhaling the dense, damp scent of arousal trapped in the fibres. Bianca had trimmed the curls adorning her pubis into a neat heart shape, and Vic knew it was for their sake, an aesthetic gift for them to admire.

Swinging a leg over Vic’s shoulder, Bianca pressed her heel into their back and pulled them forwards into the embrace of her thighs. Vic kissed Bianca’s inner thigh, running her mouth along the crease formed where her leg met her pelvis. They pushed the hair from their face before their lips met the crux of the matter, Bianca’s roseate outer labia parenthesizing her pinker lips. Vic’s tongue traced the shape of Bianca’s flower. It never ceased to amaze them how much vulvas resembled some erotic blossoms, and how like a flower they opened and became receptive. Like an industrious pollinator, Vic wanted to bury themself in Bianca’s flower and coat themself in her sweet pollen.

Sucking on Bianca’s lips, they stroked their tongue over them before dipping into the fount of delicious nectar, tasting Bianca and breathing her into their lungs. Vic’s tongue climbed the beautiful edifice of their yearning and flitted over Bianca’s bud. In response, Bianca’s body jerked and she loosed a melodious moan that encouraged Vic to continue. Capturing Bianca’s bud between their lips, Vic flicked their tongue rapidly against the nucleus of nerves until Bianca’s moans strung together into a song. Their chin dripping with slick, Vic sneaked two fingers into Bianca and crooked them back, dragging their fingertips over Bianca’s g-spot, her sensual heat surrounding her digits as they became coated in her fluids.

Matching the rhythm of their lashing tongue as it dashed relentlessly over Bianca’s clit, Vic pumped their fingers into her. Their face buried between Bianca’s legs, Vic gulped breaths whenever possible, each more humid than the last. Sweat dampened their hair and rolled down their back between their shoulder blades, and when they peered up at Bianca, they found her equally coated in perspiration. Beads of sweat ran down her stomach and pooled in her navel, and Vic thought of drinking it as it pooled. In the soft light, Bianca’s skin glistened, highlighting her tensing muscles and the hollows of her clavicle.

Vic devoured Bianca like a glutton, their fingers sinking into her fully over and over. They worked with unrelenting fervour until Bianca’s moans chase each other without pause and she tangled her fingers in Vic’s hair, holding their head in place.

“Don’t stop,” Bianca said, breathlessly.

Vic obeyed.

Lifting her hips off the very wet chair cushion, Bianca fucked Vic’s mouth, plastering their face and fingers in cum as her body rose and fell, her shoulders pinned to the backrest as the orgasm rocked through her. Bianca’s pussy gripped Vic’s fingers inside her and clenched and released in the same manic cadence of her throbbing clit.

Finally, collapsing back onto the chair, Bianca gasped and brushed away the tresses clinging to her sweaty face. As Bianca recovered, Vic licked the sweet earthy slick from their fingers and rose to their feet to kiss Bianca.

Taking hold of Vic’s face, Bianca’s crazed eyes peered into theirs. “You really have been such a good host and the best little pet.” Pushing out of the chair, Bianca pulled Vic by the hand towards the island. “Let me show you just how much I appreciate your good behaviour.”

Kissing Vic gently, Bianca spun them around and bent them over the counter. She pressed herself against Vic, grinding against her ass as she lavished their neck and back in kisses, unhooking their bra before her hand rounded to take handfuls of Vic’s breasts. Bianca’s fingertips circled Vic’s nipples until they hardened, and then she pinched and tugged on them until Vic sucked air between their teeth.

“Does that hurt, sweetie?” Bianca asked, her breath hot against Vic’s ear.

“Yes,” Vic cried. “Don’t stop.”

“You like it when I hurt you, you little freak?” Bianca pinched harder and bit into Vic’s shoulder blade.

“I love it,” Vic whined through the pain.

“Good.” Bianca released Vic’s nipples and the pleasant relief of pain spread through their breasts. “My sweet little pervert likes when I hurt them. Ask me for it.”

“Please hurt me.”

“Again.”

“Please, please hurt me.”

“I don’t know if you deserve it,” Bianca replied, her fingers dancing over Vic’s back.

“I do, I do.”

“All right, sicko.” Pulling her body away from Vic’s left the host cold in her absence. Bianca tugged down Vic’s panties, pulling them all the way off, balling them in her hand and tossing the expensive lingerie away like trash. “Stick your sexy ass out for me.”

Vic leaned further onto the island countertop, arching their back to present their ass to Bianca. They waited for what happened next, but Bianca took her time. The short wait was unbearable.

“You have such a nice ass,” Bianca said, caressing Vic’s buttocks before squeezing and digging her short fingernails into the flesh. “I just don’t like the colour.”

The crack of Bianca spanking Vic filled the dressing room. Pain shattered in every direction through Vic’s nerves and they recoiled and whimpered. With her other hand, she slapped the other cheek just as hard.

“Is that what you wanted?” asked Bianca, massaging the handprints she’d left.

“More,” Vic cried. “Please, more, more.”

“Only because you said please.”

Bianca walloped Vic’s ass several times in quick succession, and each time Vic winced and yelped and repositioned themself for more. Tears welled at the corner of their eyes before flowing down their cheeks, and they loosed a sob they could not stifle as they searched for words, anything they could say, but never stop. Never.

“There you go. Now it’s a beautiful shade of red.”

Vic exhaled a heavy breath, taking solace in being properly punished.

Bianca planted sloppy kisses along Vic’s back, descending their vertebrae like a ladder until she reached Vic’s perfect pert ass and skimmed her teeth over her rosy buttocks. When her teeth sunk into the red marks, they left a pale imprint that faded slowly back to vermillion. Her hand rose between Vic’s legs, finding their pussy sopping wet.

“You’re soaking wet, you needy freaky. Did getting hit turn you on?” Bianca asked, drawing on Vic’s back with their own slick.

“Yeah.”

“What else turns you on?”

“Whatever you do to me,” Vic replied. They meant it. Bianca could take out a switchblade and eviscerate them and Vic would probably come then apologize for all the blood before begging for more.

“Good. I wasn’t really giving you another option.”

On her knees, sitting on her calves, Bianca lapped the pearly slick clinging to Vic’s holy vessel. For even the most salacious act could become divine in the communion of a kneeling priestess drinking of the sacramental outpouring in sapphic eucharist. What was Bianca if not a prophetess compelling Vic towards rapture? What was Vic other than a worshipper onto whom Bianca performed miracles? Bianca’s ministry uplifted Vic’s voice in a primal hymn.

Reaching around the front of Vic, Bianca scrubbed her fingers over their clit, the sensation like a lightning bolt through their nerves. Vic gripped the edge of the corner for dear life. They clenched their teeth as Bianca’s frenzied fingers nearly overwhelmed them, and once more they could not discern whether it was pleasure or pain. Either way, it was good.

As though reading Vic’s mind, Bianca’s hand stilled and allowed Vic to regain a modicum of composure. Her tongue slid from Vic’s wellspring and circled their ass, stiffening to probe shallowly inside. Vic moaned and cursed, the words tumbling from their mouth in an unintelligible jumble.

“Is that good, you pathetic creature?” Bianca asked, digging her teeth into Vic’s ass once again.

“Please, keep going.”

“Sorry,” Bianca said, standing. “It’ll have to wait. But I promise I’ll play with it more later. You couldn’t stop me. I told you I love your ass.” Bianca sucked the sweat dripping down Vic’s back. “I have a surprise. Stay just like that and close your eyes. Keep them closed until I say you can open them.”

Vic shut their eyes and rested their forehead on the cool countertop. Bianca’s footsteps moved away from them to the other side of the room, and a bag unzipped. Vic heard the jingle of a bucket and wondered if Bianca planned to beat their ass with a belt.

A minute later, Bianca returned and set a hand on the small of Vic’s back. “Open your eyes. Look back at me.”

Bianca wore a black strap-on harness with a violet dildo. She rubbed lubricant along its shaft and stared deep into Vic’s eyes. “You want it.”

“Yes, please.” A quiver of excitement ran through Vic’s voice.

“Get back down there.”

Positioning themself over the counter, Vic waited, and before long Bianca placed the head of the dildo at their welcoming opening. She eased it in an inch, shallow, slow thrusts at first. Bianca’s cock was considerably larger than her father’s.

“I want you to back up on it and take as much as you can,” said Bianca, holding Vic’s hips.

Vic slid down Bianca’s cock an inch at a time until they had fully sheathed it inside them, the cool base touching them. Taking deep breaths, they felt incredibly full, Bianca’s cock touching them everywhere, its daunting girth stretching them. Vic’s mind went haywire, their body becoming a machine with the singular purpose of obtaining pleasure.

“Look at you taking it all,” Bianca said, and Vic heard the amusement in her tone. “You’re the perfect plaything.”

Bianca’s thrusts began at a leisurely pace, and each time it was almost more than Vic could take. Pleasure splintered out from their core to their extremities. Bianca plunged her cock into them a little faster, until they no longer had time to register each sensation before the next arrived. Vic moaned with abandoned, their voice breaking as they plead, “Harder.”

Bianca obliged, slamming her cock to its full length into Vic as she stroked their clit with one hand. They panted in unison, both dripping with sweat, and as Vic pushed their ass back to meet Bianca’s oncoming thrusts, Bianca’s sweat rained onto their back. Bianca forced a finger into Vic’s ass, and as the dildo surged into them again, Vic felt the appendages touch, only a thin layer of flesh separating them. Each time, Vic propelled themselves onto Bianca’s cock, they buried Bianca’s finger deeper. It rocketed their lust to new heights, their ardour burning like a star, their violent erotic voracity enough to incite nuclear fusion.

A wildfire began with a spark, flames growing and growing until it became an all-consuming inferno. Pleasure razed Vic to nothing but a primeval carnal flesh, a mindless fiend for whom pleasure became its exclusive exigency. Their whole world faced utter destruction in an unstoppable explosion as beatific orgasm consecrated them in fire, a whirling storm heralding an ecstatic apocalypse. Vic didn’t recognize the ragged scream emanating from them as their whole body writhed, and Bianca had to wrestle and pin them to the counter to remain inside them, pounding her cock into Vic like a ceaseless machine fucking them into an abyss of frenetic madness.

Cum cascaded down Bianca’s cock as she pulled it from Vic’s desperate grasp, and slick gushed from Vic’s fountainhead and poured down their legs until they stood in their own mess. They trembled and panted, still moaning as errant embers of pleasure bolted through them like shooting stars, making them twitch. Vic’s heart pounded like automatic gunfire on a battlefield. They lay on the island countertop on the precipice of complete annihilation, nothing left of them but aftermath.

Unfastening the strap-on, Bianca let it hit the floor with a wet thud before gathering Vic in her arms. Still in a daze, their mind reeling, Vic let Bianca lead them to the sofa and laid them down. It hurt to walk and their ass still stung from the beating it’d taken, and Vic enjoyed every step. Bianca lay beside them, their legs entangled, her arms around them. Vic’s stupefied gaze met Bianca’s, and as their world reassembled in a rush of fuck-drunk chemicals, Vic burst into tears. They pressed their face into Bianca’s chest and wept.

Bianca stroked Vic’s hair and rubbed her back. “It’s all right,” she said with novel tenderness, her voice hushed and warm. “You were so, so, so good, beautiful. You’re so precious. I love you.” She kissed the top of Vic’s head.

Through heaving sobs, Vic cried, “I don’t want it to be over.”

“There’s always next time,” Bianca assured her.

Vic looked up at Bianca. “Next time?”

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