Vic Fuentes x Reader TW: Somnophilia A/N: A tiny half finished thing for you guys to have with my return, I'm also working on big things guys so just you waittt and this is not proofread lol
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The concept of Vic laying on his side facing you, your even breathing that hitched every few seconds hitting his tensed face. His hand was gripping your leg over his hip, your shorts and panties only on one leg after he wrestled your limp leg out of them.
His brows were pinched and his lips pressed firmly together but there was an unmistakable twitch in his jaw every time you instinctively clenched around his weeping cock.
Every time he would bottom out, a choked whimper would creep up his throat before he would hold it back down. He had to stay quiet, well vocally he was quiet, your pussy on the other hand? Loud.
Wet. Gushing. Slick sounds filled the quiet of the room as he slid his bare cock in and out of you.
He hadn’t intended to fuck you in your sleep, it wasn’t the first thing he was thinking about when getting into bed for the night.
Actually, scratch that.
He thought about it all day. When he was preparing for meetings for the tour, when he was watching tv, when he was taking a phone call, when you kept smiling at him as if he wasn’t thinking about fucking you while you slept to see what would happen.
And now that it was— he worried he was going to cum too soon, that it was going to end before it even really started but he couldn’t stop moving. How was he supposed to when you kept clenching down on him when he angled his hips just right or when little unconscious breathy moans slipped past your lips into his face.
He wasn’t sure what was hotter the feel of you around him and getting so wet for him while asleep or the way your face was relaxed in rest, except for the occasional twitch or scrunch.
How was he supposed to hold off on filling you with his cum when, whenever he would roll his hips up in a certain way in your sleep your hips would jerk and rock back to meet that same feeling again, your eyebrows would pinch, and your lips would part.
He knew you would probably be pissed as hell with him later, especially since he wouldn’t be able to clean whatever cum drips out of you when he’s done and it would make a mess. He knew you be irritated with him all day over it but facing your wrath was increasingly worth it the closer he got to finishing.
The moment Vic finally came it was when your eyes fluttered slightly, you took a sharp inhale, and your pussy clamped down hard with awareness. It was then, that Vic's hand holding your leg over his hip gripped hard and his hips stuttered as his cock filled you with spurt after spurt of his cum.
The sound that left him that time was downright pathetic but he couldn't find it in himself to care when his eyes opened again and he saw you staring back at him with irritated sleep filled eyes.
"You perverted piece of shit-- you're gross." You said drowsily.
And Vic only flashed you a sweaty lopsided grin-- one full of little shame as he began to shallowly thrust into you again.
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