How Does Vox Angst Sound? Something Where The Reader Has To Take Care Of An Injured Vox?

How does Vox angst sound? Something where the reader has to take care of an injured Vox?

I’m a Bad Liar with a Savior Complex —

1.5k words,, Vox x reader

summary — After a bad fight with Valentino, Vox seeks comfort in his bootycall, you.

warnings — Toxic relationships, abuse, manipulation, Vox being a dick, Valentino is his own warning, hurt/comfort

a/n — I think I went way too ham on this one. The request was “Vox angst” not a poorly written shakespeare play.

You weren’t expecting anyone that night, let alone your self proclaimed bootycall, Vox. The knock at your door was surprising on its own, but your amazement only grew when you opened it.

“Are you going to let me in—ozzz—or are you just going to st—aa—are?” He spoke through gritted teeth and with effort.

“Vox,” you place your hand on his shoulder and usher him in, “what the hell happened to you?”

Already familiar with your apartment, he flips down on the couch almost immediately and leans in head back.

Under the dim lighting of your one singular lamp, you take him in; screen cracked at the right corner, shirt disheveled, and from what you could see in his face, eyes tired and sunken.

“Oh not much—chh—“ He sighed, glitching slightly, “—just a peachy day in the park.”

You didn’t know what to do. Vox was no picnic, unfortunately, you knew that better than most. But you vaguely wonder what could have provoked this?

Vox was a smooth talker, he usually didn’t fail to charm people and kiss ass to get what he wanted. You doubt Alastor had time to cause that kind of damage these days, not to mention the interest.

So the one culprit for the mess that sat in front of you had to be… oh.

“Jesus. How’d you piss him off this time?” You genuinely ask, coming over to accompany Vox on the couch.

“Well—bzz— he’s always pissed about something. Today’s tantrum had nothing to do with the likes of—mhh—me,” Vox sighed deeply and winced as he sat up.

“Why, do you like the new look?” Coming from anyone else, the comment would have been an attempt to lighten the mood. However, Vox only meant to condescend the baffled look in your eyes.

‘Why are you just sitting there? Help me,’ his eyes, well, what’s left of his eyes said.

You sigh and get up, stopping to stare down at him one last time, “So, what do we need to fix this?” 

He contemplated for a moment, “Well, I got the hell out of dodge before I had the chance to grab a spare—szc—screen so—“ he pointed to the area around his face, “anything to stop my fucking face from chipping off would be great.”

“So, like what? Fucking ducktape?” your attempt at a joke fell flat when the expression on his face didn’t move. 

He simply grimaced. 

You frown and look longingly towards your kitchen, “I’ll see what I have.”

You end up settling for ducktape after all. A purely comical solution to what can only be described as a miserable situation.

You patched him up gently, your hand resting on the bottom of his screen and covering the chipped part, as delicately as possible, with ducktape.

“You know, it would be kind of funny. The ducktape, I mean,” you try to smile, “…but it’s not funny.”

For once in his entire existence, it seemed Vox had nothing to say. No smart-ass remarks or egotistical words fell from his mouth. Only quiet silence as he breathed shakily in and out.

You couldn’t help but analyze his actions in your head. He must be getting sick of it, being treated like garbage by Val, by Alastor, by everyone who should respect him.

Except Vox’s empire, his power, any of it couldn’t help in this regard. Valentino was apart of his life in hell, and quietly it was dawning on Vox that even he couldn’t talk his way out of this.

Not entirely anyway. They needed eachother in some sick sense. Vox knew this, and now it seemed so did you.

Your heart ached for the man. In all of his terrible ways he seemed to be finding that cruelty was a double sided sword. Except this time, he got stabbed straight through.

You finished patching him up in silence, before leaning down and placing a kiss on the top, undamaged side of screen.

Your thumb caressed the area of his cheek softly. He shut his eyes and leaned into the gentle touch, frowning deeply.

You sit down next to him once again. “You’re staying with me tonight, okay?”

He nodded weakly, partly because he didn’t want to upset his head injury. But also partially to show you how vulnerable he felt at the moment. Although an upsettingly subtle que, he gazed up at you in hopes you would just take care of him without him having to ask.

Thankfully you catch on. You guide him up from the couch and rub his back gently while leading him to the bedroom and sitting him down.

“I have some t-shirts and sweatpants in the closet. I’m gonna go get you some water,” you say, soothingly rubbing his back before leaving.

When you come back, he already changed into comfier clothing and set his work clothes on a chair near your bed, in order to not wrinkle them.

He lays curled up on the bed with his eyes open, looking as if he was about to cry. You cringe at the thought. You’d been awkward enough tonight, Vox crying did not need to add to that.

You come over to him with the iced cold cup, sit him up right, and place it in his hands.

“Drink,” you command. He does, without hesitation. Jesus, you think, Vox taking orders. Thats new. 

After downing the whole glass in one large swig, he sets it on the bed side table. 

“He threw a f—fff—ucking wine bottle at me,” Vox said glumly.

You were just happy he was talking again. You cuddle up close to him on the bed, taking him under your arm, trying not to mind the less than ideal way the corner of Vox’s screen poked into your jaw. Oh well, Vox seemed comfortable enough.

He curled closer to you, sinking into your side and shutting his eyes, but not with the intention of falling asleep.

“I’m sorry. He’s such a douchebag,” And what? Vox isn’t? Your inability to comfort him was weighing unbareabley on your mind. Do better.

“But you’re safe now, sweetheart,” you pull him closer to you under the blankets, “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

Vox hummed, the sides of his mouth flickering down as the lump in his throat grew tighter. 

You kept going, “You handled it so well. You get to relax now, okay? Nothing bad’s gonna happen under my watch.”

It was stupid, Vox thought. He was an overlord, a powerful one at that. Protection was below him. But so was getting fucked up by his angry boyfriend and running off to his side pieces apartment, so who knows?

In hindsight, it was his fault. He was sloppy in his ways of manipulation tonight and Val had caught onto him. Well, in a figurative and literal sense, he supposed.

Oh, how the powerful fall at the feet of those closest to them. Serves him right.

He knows you aren’t stupid. You knew what he said earlier about how Val’s ‘tantrum had nothing to do with the likes of him’ was a lie.

And yet, here you were helping him. Vox couldn’t wrap his head around it. Just as he couldn’t understand why you continued spewing such comforting words.

Words that, if you asked anyone else, he didn’t deserve. He stopped himself from dwelling on it when he felt the tears brew in the corner of his eyes.

“I’m proud of you, Vox,” you speak softly.

He burrows his screen in your chest. “No, you’re not,” he whispers, grasping onto your shirt softly, “And I thought I was the—spzz— the liar.”

“I’m not lying. It takes a lot to survive that crazy ass moth. Let alone, everyday. I am proud of you,” you plant a kiss on the top of his head.

That was the breaking point. Vox tried to justify his tears in his mind; It’s not like he hadn’t already been embarrassingly vulnerable tonight, anyways. Could it get much worse? 

For you, maybe. As the waterworks flowed, you shushed him softly and rubbed his back. Honestly, you were a little worried about the tears fucking up his system, because of all the cracks in his head.

Thankfully, you didn’t notice any changes, basic bodily function-wise.

You found Vox’s outburst of tears specifically alarming. He muttered little apologies throughout. However, it seemed less and less about the tears themselves.

He clung to you and his the remains of his face in your shirt, hoping you wouldn’t get pissed off at the wetness around your collar.

You let him cry, and shush him with small gentle words of praise. He looks up at you, screen slick and shiny. You lean down to give him a watery, but gentle kiss.

The sad part, you think to yourself, is that you know exactly what’s going to happen tomorrow.

Things will go back to normal, Vox’s walls will come back up as if this never happened, and he’ll continue seeing Valentino. He’ll act as if he never confided in you, and once again, you two will only be an occasional good-fuck.

There was no lesson in any of this. Almost as if the whole experience was completely futile. Nothing would change, and Vox and Val would continue in their toxic, horny, power struggle. Vox using Val to his advantage, Val getting pissed off and fucking him up. 

What did you expect? Well, you’d just about accepted this fact when Vox, half asleep, all cried out, and sleepily drooling on your shirt, muttered three small words.

“I love you.” 

guys im so right

prove me wrong? you cant.

unpopular opinion(maybe?)

ignore me ranting abt velvette here I just needed to get theese thoughts out- feel free to do with this what you will

velvette cant be submissive. she has too much if an ego and is too used to bossing ppl around to sub, I'm just saying like- I could never even figure out how to write a sub!velvette (mostly bc I'm bad a writing dominant readers, or just smut in general) BUT STILL I DONT THINK VELVETTE BOTTOMS

-xoxo Ari <3

YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU ARE SO CORRECT. BINGO! RIGHT ON THE MONEY! this bitch HAS. HAS TO BE A DOM. like- okay, sure, i could def see an ego unraveling and especially if there is like- a scene switch, but i could never see her begging. oh, no, YOU'RE the lucky one here- she could get anyone. you need to worship your shot and worship HER bro and that. that is. mm..m m..m.m.m.mMMMHMMHM

Hi! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Blitzø x f!reader who's taller than him (like 6'5-7'0 and Blitzø is like 5 ft canonically 😭) but she loves to cuddle with him after a long day (she works at I.M.P. w/ him)

decided to make this a drabble because it was easier but I hope you enjoy either way hun!!

blitzø was always annoyed at how much taller than him you were, made him feel embarrassed and insecure 

of course, your dumb little teasing comments didn't help. calling him “Howww is my short king doingg??~”

“Christ on a fucking dick y/n. don't call me that shit!!” he said in a peeved tone.

“Oh come onnn you love me blitzyy~” you spoke in a condescending tone

“Shut up…” he mumbled under his breath, plopping down on the couch, rolling his eyes like some toddler throwing a tantrum.

you snickered and sat down with him “Sounds like you had a tough day at work hm?” you never really went with him on his assisnating missions, you were a secretary who worked at the front office so you never really needed to ever go out.

Blitzø kept on mumbling about his “bullshit day at work” and his “stupid and lame clients” while you nodded your head and agreed with him, attempting to give him comfort and peace. as you attempted to calm him down your arms wrapped around his waist cuddling up behind him, making him the little spoon. next you ran your hands up and down his body making him less tense. he breathed out a heavy sigh in his eyes started to flutter shut before mumbling a small “Thank you” you chuckled as you told him to just relax

before long he was out like a light. softly snoring in your embrace, but the tiredness and sleepiness finally caught up with you too, falling asleep with him wrapped up in your arms. 

You both slept peacefully before a bang on the door breaking down woke you both up with you standing up faster than you ever had, you got up so quick you swear you could've gotten fuckin dizzy

until you saw a wolf standing between the doorway. the same wolf blitzø let's man the phones, loona. you sighed in slight annoyance. as loona grumbled an angry “What?!”

Cant have fuckin shit in this office.

oh well, I suppose theres next time right?

-xoxo Ari

(s)creamed

You Were MEANT to be MINE.

HELLO??? HELP IM GONNA FUCKING CRY I LOVE YOU ALL SM MWAHMWAHMWAH TYSM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!! <33

-Xoxo, Ari

OH MY FUCKIN GOOD THIS WAS LIKE SO GOOD? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS WAS AMAZING TYSM FOR THE 5 STAR MEAL WAYING THIS UP

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚, 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.ᐟ pt1

ᯤ Vox x Fem!reader

ᯤ NSFW, pornstar!reader, sheep!reader, Valentino is his own warning, voyerism, fingering, unsafe sex

wc - 3k

˗ˏˋ You’re Valentino’s newest star and Vox just can’t get enough of you ˎˊ˗

Vox was going to break his phone in half if Valentino texted him one more time. He didn’t care about his colleague's newest plaything, especially since they would end up taking all of the moth's attention.

Days like today made him question his situationship with Val.

His cell suddenly rang, screen flashing Valentino’s contact picture and making Vox’s eye twitch.

He answered it with a glitch, “What.”

“Baby! Why haven’t you been answering me, you dick? I wanna introduce you to my newest star!” Valentino’s accent came through the speakers.

“Val, I don’t care-“

“If you don’t come here, I’ll just keep bothering you.~”

Vox let out a long, deep sigh, “Fine, I’ll be up in a minute.”

“See you soon, baby.~” Valentino said before hanging up. If it wouldn’t crack his screen, Vox would bang his head against his desk in frustration.

One elevator ride later, Vox dragged himself to Valentino’s studio. He hoped Angeldust wouldn’t be there, fuck did that spider piss him off.

Opening the door, Vox cringed at the scent of flavored lube and sweat, “Okay, I’m here, Val. Who the fuck is so important that I-“

“Fucking finally! Y/N, my sweet, come here!” Valentino didn’t even waste a second, immediately calling over his new living sex toy for him to meet.

“Voxxy.~” Val smiled, pulling a half-naked girl into his side and making Vox want to punch him, “This is my newest star!”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you officially.” You greeted him with a nervous smile and tired eyes painting your features.

Vox nodded and eyed you closely, noting that your Hell form resembled a sheep. You were obviously just coming off a shoot if the way you held onto Valentino to keep yourself up on shaky legs said anything. Not to mention your fucked out face. The hooded, tired eyes, flush painting your skin, and sweat dripping from your wool.

Yeah, it wasn’t hard to guess what you had just finished doing.

“Always nice to meet one of Valentino’s employees.” Vox lied, trying to force his signature broadcast smile.

Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t. Instead, Vox couldn’t pull his eyes away from the heavy rise and fall of your chest, which was only covered by a silk robe. He wondered if you were wearing anything underneath or if you were bare.

Was there still cum dripping out of you, both yours and your screen mates? The sticky substance rolling down your soft thighs as you talked to him?

Were you actually satisfied after your shoot, or was your body still craving more?

He hoped it was-

“-ox! Vox!” Valentino’s shrill voice snapped Vox out of whatever trance he was in, “The fuck is wrong with you?”

Vox blinked and shook his head.

What was wrong with him?

His eyes met yours, and he noticed a curious expression on your face, making him instantly collect himself and turn back to the pimp, “Nothing is wrong, Val. Now, if that’s all, I must really get back to work.”

Vox didn’t wait for a reply; instead, he turned on his heel and headed back the way he had come. He did spare one glance behind him and saw that you were still watching him, curious look and all.

A low buzzing noise was in his head during his whole trip back to his monitor room.

What the hell was that?

He’s never spared one of Valentino’s pornstars even a second glance before, never mind whatever that was. Yet even now, Vox couldn’t get the picture of your weak knees and clinging on for stability out of his head.

You were almost… beautiful.

Who were you? Did Valentino even tell him your name?

Finally getting to his monitor room, Vox sat down in his large desk chair and winced at a tight pull on his crotch. Looking down, his eyes widened.

He was fucking hard? How did he not notice that?

Sighing, the Overlord tried to get back to work. He tried to finish these reports, look over spreadsheets, and monitor Alastor’s stupid hotel, but his hard-on wasn’t going away. Your stupid fucked out face was stuck in his head, and it stayed there as he unzipped his pants with a frustrated sigh, stuffing his hand inside them and stroking his hard cock until he came.

This has to be some kind of power of yours, has to be.

﹏

Vox never realized how fast Valention’s editing team was until he saw your debut film published the next night. He stared at the thumbnail on his center monitor for a good five minutes, his cock already stirring in his pants, trying to talk himself out of watching it.

He didn’t need to know what you did yesterday; he didn’t need to know if he was right, and you did have cum inside of you when talking to him; he didn’t need to know if you came or not.

He. Didn’t. Need. To. Know.

Clicking the video, Vox watched as all of his questions were answered.

You were fucked hard and fast in a ‘virgins first time’ type of porno, the standard first film for one of Val’s stars. There was a good chance you did have this guy's cum dripping down your thighs when he met you, but it definitely wasn’t mixed with yours. At least, not from an orgasm.

Vox didn’t know how he knew that you faked your orgasm, but he just did.

It made him want to see you cum. It made him want to make you cum, to be the only one to make you cum.

Without another thought, Vox opened Valentino’s schedule and saw that you were meant to film again tomorrow. He messaged his assistant and had them cancel anything he had planned for the next night, deciding that, for the first time, he was going to sit in on one of Val’s shootings.

He needed to see for himself whether you came or not.

﹏

“Hey, Voxxy,~” Valentino greeted him, and Vox had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m taking you up on your offer to watch one of your shoots.” He wasn’t technically lying; he was here to watch the filming, just for very specific reasons, “Is that a problem?”

“Of course not, Papito! Make yourself comfortable.” Val said excitedly with a smirk, but Vox could tell he was suspicious. He doesn't care what he thinks as long as the moth doesn’t kick him out.

Sitting on one of the couches against the side of the room, Vox does just as Valentino suggests and makes himself comfortable. He stretches his legs out and pulls out his phone, trying to look as casual as possible. In reality, his hands were shaking, whether from nerves or excitement, he didn’t know.

But where the fuck were you?

“Alright, everybody, let’s get this fuck fest started,” Valentino clapped his hands and gained the crew's attention, “We have a special live audience this time, so fuck like your jobs are on the line because they are!”

The sound of a door opening caught Vox’s attention, and he looked up to finally see you.

You were wearing the same silk robe as the other day, the material hanging off your shoulders. The lace lingerie you wore underneath caused the fans in his monitor to whirl.

When you passed by him towards the set, Vox watched you visibly stumble at his presence. Your eyes widened, confusion pulling at your features, and all he did was raise an eyebrow at you.

Casual.

You pulled yourself together and continued towards the set, and Vox watched you go, tilting his head and smirking inside.

That was an interesting reaction.

Things moved quickly after that. You and your hellhound screenmate went over the script quickly before you both took your places. Valentino yelled for everyone to be quiet, instantly shushing the room before the director called action.

Tonight you were filming a somnophilia-type porno, with the hellhound seeing you ‘sleeping’ in your new lingerie set and fuck the shit out of you.

Seeing you lying on the bed, a thin sheet only covering your calves, Vox knew he’d do the exact same thing. You just looked so soft, curled up, and so sexy in that lace; all he wanted to do was pull your panties to the side and slide a finger inside of you. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and balling his hands together under his chin. Nothing had even happened yet, and he was already losing it.

The hellhound came in and began touching you, running his claws gently along your skin and making you let out a fake sleepy whine. He hooked a claw through the seat of your panties and pulled them aside just like Vox had wanted to do. The overlord had to take a deep breath to stop himself from killing the wolf; there was no reason to; he was doing his job.

Vox didn’t own you. So why the hell did he feel and act like he did?

What were you doing to him?

As filming progressed, you pretended to wake up and began participating, running your hands along the hound's chest, pulling his cock out, and removing your clothes. Vox felt his dick twitch when you removed your lacy bra, revealing your bare breasts to him. Seeing them on a screen didn’t do them justice; even from a distance, he saw how perfect they were.

When your panties were fully removed, he finally got a good look at your pussy. It was beautiful, just like the rest of you, but he just knew it would look better wrapped around him instead of the furball you were paired with especially since he would actually make you feel good.

It was obvious you weren’t as aroused as you should be. Your nipples were only hard from being exposed, and your pussy was only wet from spit. It didn’t help that this fucker wasn’t even trying to please you, never touching your clit and only fucking you in a way that gave him pleasure.

Why did Val hire this guy?

By the end of the shoot, an hour later, Vox had watched you fake two orgasms, and each time he just got more pissed off. He so desperately wanted to know what you looked like when you came; he wanted to see your eyes roll back, your pussy spasm, his name on your lips.

“Cut!” The director suddenly yelled, pulling Vox from his thoughts, and he noticed you were done.

Valentino stood from his chair and puffed out a large smoke cloud, “Very sexy. Now get this place cleaned up; we got another shoot with Angel in a couple hours.”

Everyone in the room began to move, including you.

Vox watched you exchange a few words with Val and the hellhound that just badly fucked you before you grabbed your robe and headed off to Angeldust’s dressing room. It was interesting that you were allowed to use it.

Your legs visibly shook as you passed by him, and he had to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing you.

It was obvious that you weren’t satisfied and barely even enjoyed the experience. Vox didn’t know why he cared so much; if it were literally anyone else, he’d just tell them to suck it up, but not you. No, he wanted you to feel good.

He wanted to make sure you felt good.

Vox looked over to see Valentino was busy flirting with the hellhound you had just filmed with, and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t care. He was honestly just relieved, relieved that he wasn’t flirting with you, and relieved that the moth was distracted.

Without a moment to think this through, Vox stood from his seat and quietly made his way towards the dressing room. Slowly opening the door, he saw you sitting on the pink loveseat, head down and not noticing him at all.

He slipped inside, closed the door, and flipped the lock, “Is there a reason you're faking your orgasms?”

Your head shot up as you quickly got to your feet, staring at him with wide eyes like you had before the shoot.

Vox wanted to laugh at how scared you looked. He wasn’t going to hurt you, no quite the opposite, in fact.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, clearly meaning for him to repeat the question.

He had always been a little mean, “No need to apologize; I wouldn’t expect you to cum with a partner like that. I’m just curious as to why you fake it.”

You stared at him for a long moment before answering, “Because it’s my job.”

“Your job is to have sex, not stroke the ego of your colleagues.” Vox pointed out, taking a step towards you and watching as you took a step back.

You scoffed at him, “What? You want me to stroke your ego instead?”

Vox smirked and took another step closer. You were feisty, he liked that, “I want you to be a better actress.”

He made it fully across the room to you, and you moved back until your back hit a wall. You were caged in, and Vox didn’t waste a second reaching out and wrapping his fingers around your throat, effectively capturing you.

You let out a whimper as he squeezed his hand around your neck, taking the air from your lungs. He leaned closer, hovering his screen right next to your ear, “If I have to remind you what an orgasm feels like for that to happen, then so be it.”

Using his free hand, Vox parted your legs and slipped a finger between your folds, feeling how the hellhound's cum still dripped down your legs. It pissed him off, but it also made it easier for him to slide two of his fingers inside of you.

Your back arched, pushing your chest against his, and when he eased his grip around your throat, a little moan left your lips. It was the realest noise he’d heard from you all night.

“That’s better,” Vox muttered, trying not to lose himself in the feeling of your cunt clenching around his fingers. You were as warm and soft as he thought you would be, “Much more realistic.”

“Sir-” Your voice broke off into another moan when he curled his fingers, finding that spot inside of you he knew made you see stars.

Vox was focused on cleaning out the remaining cum inside of you, thrusting his fingers in and out and scooping out the sticky substance. He wanted you only to be filled with pleasure that he alone can give you. When he was satisfied that you were only filled with him, he brought his thumb up to rub at your neglected clit.

You gasped, hips bucking up to try and get more friction, and Vox watched you smugly, “Just how bad was that fleabag?”

Instead of answering, you let out another moan, louder this time, as he began to move his fingers inside of you faster. Your hands gripped tightly at his sleeves as you rolled your hips in time with his hand. It was obvious you were close, and Vox was more than willing to push you off the edge.

“After all of that,” Vox chuckled darkly, tilting his head toward the door, “You’re gonna cum from just a few fingers in your cunt?”

You nodded, and he squeezed your throat again, “Tell me why, Doll.”

“Because,” You whined when he slowed his fingers, “I feel good.”

“And who’s making you feel so good?”

“You!” A cry left your lips as Vox sped back up, fucking his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace while his thumb rubbed harsh circles on your clit. He felt you cum, your walls tightening around his fingers as your cum poured out.

Vox was captivated by the way you looked, though. Your eyes were watery as they rolled back, your mouth hung open with a silent cry, and your hands gripped at him desperately. Finally, he got to see you cum, and he already wanted to see it again.

He knew he couldn’t, though. Not right now. Instead, he pulled his fingers out of you and smirked as you slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

“There you go,” Vox said, sliding his hand from your throat to tilt your chin up, “Was that a good reminder?”

You looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes and nodded. Vox smirked and patted your cheek twice condescendingly. “Good, remember that for the next time. If I see you badly faking an orgasm again, I might just have to give you another reminder.”

“Sir?”

Vox didn’t stay to hear what you had to say, instead zipping through the surveillance cameras throughout the building until he made it back to his monitor room. His dick was painfully hard in his dress pants and the moment he was alone and in his desk chair, he unzipped them and pulled his cock out.

He wrapped his fingers still covered in your cum around himself and stroked, pulling a groan from himself. It didn’t take long for him to spill all over his suit, the feeling of your slick on his cock and the memory of your real moans and pleasure-filled face quickly pushing him off the edge.

Collapsing back in his chair, Vox panted and focused on not bluescreening. After he was sure he wouldn’t need to reboot, he cleaned himself up and opened the security camera footage. You were still in Angel’s dressing room, sitting on the pink loveseat again and just staring at the floor.

The sight caused him to chuckle, did he fuck with your pretty little head?

After watching you for another few moments, Vox opened up the security footage files on a separate screen and rewound until he found the footage of him finger fucking you. The two of you were placed perfectly in view of the camera as if you filmed a porno just for him.

He quickly saved it to a private file and went back to watching you.

Now he just had to wait and see how you responded to his little visit.

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I’m splitting this into 2 parts because it would be super long otherwise and take longer to post so here’s the first part