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It was already dark out when Victor finished his work. Looking over at the clock on his desk, he noted it was well past your bed time. With a heavy sigh he stood up, smoothing his jacket out and sorting the files strewn across his desk.
He wandered through the now quiet halls, only the occasional beep of a machine and the hum on the aircon disturbing the silence. It was always nice, something he didn't realize he missed until he finished a long day of work.
The door to his and your shared bedroom creaked open softly as he stepped inside, his eyes searching the room and finding a lump in the bed. Covered by the heavy duvet and curled up on his side, was you.
Victor walked over, keeping his footsteps soft and unnaturally gentle for a man of his size. His hand raked through the soft strands of your hair, he smiled when you let out a soft hum in your sleep.
“So soft and quiet. Aren't you a sore sight, little dove?” Victor grumbled softly, his voice low so as not to accidentally wake you.
His hand lingered behind your ear before he slowly trailed it down your neck, revelling in the feeling of your pulse beneath the warm skin. He found himself grinning, fingers twitching, itching to explore, to feel more of your soft, pliant body.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled the duvet down your body. The cold air making you shiver, whimper and sigh, but not wake.
Victor sucked in a breath as he saw the nude state of your body. No matter how many times he'd seen it, every time was like the first. He admired the soft curves and gentle dips, the way your nipples hardened in the cold, the way you stretched and writhed to find warmth.
Both hands cupped the swell of your breasts, thumbs ghosting over the stiff peaks, making you whine out gently. Victor felt his pants tightening, his blood rushing south as his wandering hands gently groped and squeezed the unresisting flesh of your body.
“Mmm Victor..?” You sighed softly, eyes fluttering open for a moment, looking up at him with soft weary eyes.
“Shh shh sweet thing, close your eyes let me take care of you.” Victor purred, hand rubbing small circles on your hip. He watched as you nodded off again before he got onto the bed, looming over your body. Moving your legs to rest on his large hips and spreading your legs, he let out a soft groan at the sight of your small soft cunt, his pants practically bursting at the seams now. His large thumb ran slowly through the folds of your cunt, parting the already slick folds with practiced ease, teasing the entrance but not yet pushing inside.
“Fuck me…” Victor groaned, watching your body shiver, your breath hitch and feeling your cunt get hotter and wetter by the second. “Needy little thing, even when passed out, hm?”
Victor rolled his hips against your thigh, attempting to relieve the pressure in his groin as he thumbed over your clit moving faster, and faster. Testing how far he could use your body without waking you.
After a moment of consideration, he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out from his boxers, letting the tip smear over your thigh before he gripped it in one hand. He gave it a firm squeeze before replacing his thumb with it, rubbing his tip over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Your increasingly louder moans and whimpers fueled him on, his hips thrusting forward slightly as he found back the urge to push inside of you. That's not what this was about, no. Right now it was about you, pleasuring your soft body, making you feel so so good.
FUCK.
Victor growled out loudly, and with a final harsh thrust forward he came over your cunt and belly, painting your skin with his thick essence. He looked down, admiring the debauched state of your body before pulling back, sitting back on his heels. Victor reached forward, gathering his cum over your clit before beginning to rub it again, this time not stopping until your body shook and your mouth hung open, a gentle gush of clear liquid covering the sheets beneath you.
With a final hum he patted your thigh, getting up to clean himself. But he didn't clean you up, not yet. Victor grabbed the camera off the side table, snapping a few shots of your defiled, unconscious body before getting a warm cloth from the bathroom and cleaning you off.
He got into bed beside you, tucking you into his chest and pulling the duvet back up to cover you both. Victor gently kissed your forehead before he too found sleep.