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Feign Lust to Fool the Masses

(A/N: first off, if you see the excessive amount of swearing, specifically fuck, that's because my friend dared me to make the word count for "fuck" to be 69. So, count all you want, and you'll find out that it is indeed 69-- excluding this note. AND ALSO. HOW DOES ONE MAKE OUT WITH A FUCKING TV I'VE BEEN LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND)

Let’s get one thing straight: you fucking hate Vox with every fiber of your being.

And you know that he felt the same about you. The only reason that you were together would be because you, too, were a media overlord, specializing in interactive media such as VR headsets and such, and that if you were to partner up with someone with as powerful as Vox, then the quality of your technology would significantly increase as well as his ability to brainwash people.

And because of the numerous projects the both of you would work on, many of those intently waiting for the next upgraded piece of technology had assumed that you two were, well… in their words, boning.

You’d have to blame Valentino for that; the demons under him use your mechanisms for sexual reasons so much to the point they’d assume that the overlords who made VR happen in Hell are as horny as them.

And with that, you compromised with Vox. Feign dating in public, to attract more people hence more power, and to also make them shut the fuck up. 

Seriously, everywhere you used to go it was always just “are you and Vox dating?” or “what does his dick taste like?” 

Like, did they really fucking think you’d settle for a TV head? 

Either way, it had been around 6 months since the whole “fake dating” charade started, and now the both of you were invited to this extravagant ball that Velvette had arranged.

How she was able to afford it, you weren’t quite sure.

“Are you ready?” Vox asked absentmindedly, scrolling through his Voxtek phone, not even sparing a glance at you.

You glanced down at your champagne cocktail dress, something Vox had gifted you in public a week ago in preparation for the ball, along with the red bottomed heels that you personally loved. “More than ready, dear. Ah, wait,” you walked towards the overlord before lifting his head up so that he had to rip his eyes from his phone and look at you instead. From his TV head, you could see your reflection slightly, and the moment Vox realized what you were doing, he tensed, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

“What have I told you about using my head as a fucking mirror?” You just scoffed, rolling your eyes as you fixed golden necklace number 3. 

Your lack of a reply ticked Vox off immensely; he fucking hated it when you did that. Everyone always obeyed his sense of superiority; you never did.

You finally took some time to study what Vox was wearing, and grimaced. “Is that really what you’re wearing to a ball? Didn’t Vel give you anything to wear or something?”

Vox groaned slightly before finally standing up from the couch, fixing the lapels of his usual coat. “Fine, I’ll change.”

“Make sure you’re matching with me! Everyone has to be convinced!”

“Fuck off!” 

And you might as well have tried Charlie Morningstar’s idea of redemption just for the Lord to take you because Vox took so. Fucking. Long. To change.

You pinched your nose bridge, walking towards his bedroom. You both had separate rooms, after all, just in the same apartment in the tower to not attract unwanted attention. 

You gripped the doorknob and sighed loudly; just what was taking him so long? “Vox? What the fuck are you doing in there?-” You cut yourself off, staring at Vox’s mess of a bed, heaps and heaps of clothes on it. “Are you seriously fucking kidding me right now?” You deadpanned, leaning on the door frame.

He glared at you, and you took notice of how the only garment he currently had on were his pants. “Oh, shut the fuck up; give me another 10 minutes.”

“It’s been 30!” You exclaimed, heaving in a deep breath before walking towards the bundles of suits on his bed, scouring through it to find a navy blue —almost black— suit, along with a champagne tie; you knew Vox of all people had one.

You finally fished out exactly what you were looking for, and glared at him, the coat and its pair of pants in one hand and the tie in the other. “It took me less than a fucking minute, max. Now, go,” you threw the suit at him, which he successfully caught. “I’ll be waiting outside. And I swear to fuck, if you take another 30 minu—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He retorted, rolling his eyes.

Dear God, this ball is going to be insufferable.

“Oh, (Name)!” A familiar voice exclaimed from the mass crowd of people, causing you to perk up with a grin. “Rosie!” You turned your head, exchanging kisses on the cheeks with her. You had no idea where Vox went, and honestly, you couldn’t care less.

“So, how’s your new lover?” Rosie asked, her signature grin plastered on her face. You tilted your head, placing a hand on your chest. “Well, he’s been such a darling to me! Always giving me beautiful gifts and such.”

The overlord you were talking to raised an unconvinced brow. “But how is he in private? Does he really treat you as well as he does in public?”

Your mask almost broke for a second. Does Rosie know? 

You shrugged it off with a small laugh, trying to sound as convincing as possible. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear Rosie. He’s such a gentleman behind closed doors, too.”

She laughed the same way you did. “Well, I’m sorry for askin’. I just want to know if my friend is being treated right, that’s all.” You nodded, agreeing with her statement. Nothing wrong with wanting to know if a dear companion is doing well with their new partner, right? 

“And besides, he always looks at you with such formality; I almost thought he was using you.”

…Pardon?

Your eyes slightly widened when you looked at Rosie before you quickly recovered. “If you’ll excuse me, Rosie.”

“Oh, of course!” There was confusion in her voice, but she didn’t pry.

Swiftly, you searched for Vox in the large number of people currently at the ball; seriously, how the fuck does Velvette know this many sinners? 

You and Vox needed to be more persuasive in terms of being a “couple”. If you two were claiming to be lovers and yet none of that micro body language bullshit that you’d hear some of the “Vox and (Name) enthusiasts” would be talking about on some social media platforms was happening, you might as well fake dump him right then and there.

You spotted him conversing with some people in the media, and rolled your eyes, cursing internally. He saw you just as you walked towards him, and Vox’s brow raised in confusion. “(Name)? What are you doing—?”

“Vox.” You strained a smile, your voice sickeningly sweet. Your hand gripped his arm tightly, making him wince ever so slightly. “A word in private?”

The sinners he was previously talking to snickered to themselves and backed away, giving the two of you some privacy. 

When they finally left, Vox’s smile disappeared from his screen. “What the fuck do you want, (Name)? You know we don’t have to stick toge—”

“We aren’t convincing enough.” You simply stated, causing him to stare at you. After a couple of beats, he laughed, a hand on the one gripping his other arm. He picked it away from his coat with ease before letting his hand linger on yours to save face. “Oh, (Name), I show my ‘affection’ for you everyday; how is that not—”

“The way you look at me, apparently—” “Oh my fucking God, stop cutting me off!” He exclaimed, smiling at those who were starting to stare at you. Vox took a deep breath before tightening his grasp on your hand, making you wince this time. He cleared his throat before speaking. “What do you mean, ‘the way I look at you’?” His voice was incredibly forced, as if he was trying his very best to not explode at that very moment.

You sighed, pinching your nose bridge with your other hand, the one not being gripped by your fake partner. “I was just informed by someone that you look at me like I’m just a business partner, and not a romantic one. And I’ve read some comments, and people in paparazzi say that you barely touch me when we’re in priva—”

“Oh, like this?” Vox suddenly grabbed your waist with one arm, the other one finally releasing your hand from his grip. “How should I look at you, hmm?” His now free hand hooked a finger under your chin and lifted it, making heat rush to your cheeks.

Jesus, he’s never actually done anything this physical… ever. And you can’t believe you’re saying this, but it horribly turned you on.

“What, speechless already?” Vox’s voice was low and sultry, which was a contrast to how he normally talked to you in front of people. It was as if he was only talking to you, not the masses. 

His hand on your waist trailed down lower to your hips, and with the way the dress hugged your body, you could feel every crevice of his claws. 

Vox pulled you closer to him from his grip on your waist, grinning when he saw the way you raised your brows. The hand on your chin began to cup your cheek, and you cursed at yourself for instinctively leaning on it. “You want to be more convincing? Let’s be more convincing.”

You could feel the hundreds of eyes on the both of you as he slowly hooked your leg up and around his thigh, his hand at the bottom of yours. You couldn’t help but shiver at his touch, your gaze darting everywhere to find out who was watching you two.

“Eyes on me, (Name).” Vox ordered, but it wasn’t the kind that he would bark out to his subordinates. It was gentler, more to capture your heart than your attention.

What the fuck are you doing, Vox?

You decided to play his game, so you quirked a brow up as a smile ghosted your lips. “Yes, sir.” 

And at the moment, the both of you realized that this was a game of who will break first. 

“You know, I must say…” You whispered, your hand resting on his chest. “You looked better without this on.”

“(Name),” he chuckled tightly when you traced the way his coat fell on his body. “Are we really doing this?”

“Doing what?” You smiled innocently, messing up his tie ever so slightly; you knew how much that ticked him off. How much untidiness could quite literally be the end of him. Hell, when his room was a mess, he took another 20 minutes to fix everything. “Well, we have to convince the masses, don’t we?”

“You’re playing a dangerous fucking game,” Vox warned.

“Now, who’s to say I don’t know that?” You tilted your head, leaning forward with a smug smirk. 

Vox’s eyebrows raised humorlessly before sighing. “Alright, so we’re doing this.” And with that, the hand on your cheek brushed against the line of your jaw before wrapping itself around the back of your neck, the tips of his claws slightly digging into your skin. You choked down on a moan, not ever wanting to give him the satisfaction of actually melting in his touch.

He noticed the way you held yourself back, however, and he stared at you, amused. “Well, I didn’t know someone here had a thing for pain.” He teased, chuckles escaping his throat as he did so. 

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” You snapped quietly, making him hum. “No, I don’t think I will.” He calmly stated, the fingers of the hand on the bottom of your thigh lingering somewhere higher, causing your breath to hitch. “I’m sure you love the sound of my voice.”

“You’re fucking egotistical.”

“And you love the way it gets stroked. Though,” he grinned, his face slightly lighting up when your leg stayed wrapped around his thigh even when he removed his hand from yours. “I’m sure you’d like to stroke something else, no?”

Your eyes widened at his boldness; what the fuck was he implying? You barked out a nervous laugh, your cheeks heating up even more. You cursed at yourself when you felt the way Vox’s words traveled straight down to your arousal. “You’re insane.”

“Oh, yeah? It’s your fault for driving me so fucking crazy.” His hands roamed around your body, and you’re suddenly incredibly aware of the amount of people not staring at you, half of them hoping you two would fuck right in front of them.

Your jaw tightened as you tried to regulate your breath. “Vox, don’t you think this is a bit much for the public eye?” You attempted to reason out, but he only tilted his head before grinning. “You’re right. They wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

With that, he grabbed you by the wrist and started to drag you to somewhere private, leaving a trail of gasps and whispers behind.

“Vox!” You exclaimed, shock coating your voice. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Well, you said it was a bit much for the public eye,” he explained, looking at you with a grin, his eyes half lidded. “Then we’ll do it in private. Plus, it looks good on camera. I saw a couple people taking pictures of us.”

You snorted; you noticed them, too. “Yeah, they’re not really discreet—” You cut yourself off with a yelp when Vox yanked you closer to his body by your waist, his knee slotted right in between your thighs. It was only then that you realized that he had you sandwiched between him and a wall. 

From this angle, you could barely see the faint glow of the event a couple of feet behind Vox; it wasn’t so close that they could fully see what you two were doing, but it wasn’t far enough for sinners to not accidentally walk into a rather… scandalous scene.

That idea alone sent shocks down to your core.

“Oh, do you enjoy the idea of fucking me in public?” Vox laughed out, an amused grin plastered onto his face. It was just as shit-eating as the one who bore a smile all the time, and you couldn’t wait to wipe it off of his face. “Just shut your fucking mouth, will you?”

He rolled his eyes, his hands roaming around your body once more. You had to admit, he was… so fucking skilled with them. 

You almost immediately melted in his touch, but you stopped yourself from giving him the pleasure of a reaction. But nothing slides in Vox’s vision; he saw you. He saw the way your eyes fluttered closed before snapping wide open, as if your brain was shouting at you to not give in. Hell, he felt the way your body reacted to his hands, the way your hips slightly twitched up as he grazed them.

And to think the both of you were still fully clothed. Imagine how much damage he could do to you when you weren’t. 

Vox’s knee began to steadily rock you, causing you to purse your lips in a feeble attempt to stop yourself from making any noises of pleasure. Yet that expression of yours only fueled Vox’s desire to tease you, to prove to you that he can be as convincing as he can.

His hand hovered just above the high slit of your dress, his fingers threatening to slip under it. “What’s wrong, (Name)?” He taunted, the smug grin never leaving his face. “Why so silent all of a sudden?”

You let out a groan through gritted teeth; hopefully he would assume that it was one of annoyance. Though, you both knew it was far from that. “We aren’t an actual fucking couple, you know? Y-You don’t have to…” You trailed off, taking in a deep breath as he slightly quickened the pace. 

His laughter was rich and low, condescension dripping like venom. “Oh, but you told me that we needed to move the people a bit more. That I didn’t touch you when we’d be alone. That I didn’t look at you like I wanted to fuck you at every given moment…” He leaned closer to your ear, his voice nothing but a growl when he spoke. “You think I care if they find us here? Fuck, I hope they do.” You squirmed slightly at his words, shivering slightly at his voice. You hated admitting it, but it really was one of the main reasons you could even stand his ass. 

He rocked his knee a bit harder, pushing you against the wall. The small distance between your chest and his closed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, small yet strained moans coming out of you. You could feel the way your slick probably stained a spot on his pants; they were dark enough for it to be mistaken as black, anyway. No one would notice, right? 

As soon as your moans reached his ears (does he even have ears?), he groaned before letting out a tight chuckle. “You’re such a fucking freak.”

You scoffed at his words, clearly offended. “Excuse me? You call me a freak when we literally live with the freakiest fucking pimp in all of Hell?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

You opened your mouth to speak before hesitating. You grunted, heaving an annoyed sigh. That alone gave Vox a satisfactory answer, dropping his knee. You stumbled slightly, your body missing the feeling of his knee against your sex. You glared at him, though Vox noted the way your slight desperation tried to hide itself. “What the fuck, Vox? I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.” The overlord huffed out, his hands leaving your body and landing on his pants, unbuckling the belt that was snatching his waist even more. But before he could fully unzip his pants, he looked at you with a raised brow, his face entirely serious.

That was then you realized he was asking for your consent.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. He teased you for what felt like forever and he’s only now asking for your consent? Might as well slam it into you.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile gracing your lips. “Whatever. Do what you want, I guess.”

Vox quickly studied your face before grinning; he knew what you meant. “I’m going to break you until your pride flies out of the fucking window.” He declared, finally freeing himself from his now too tight pants. His claws slipped under your dress from the slit, the pointy tips making your shudder in anticipation. Your stomach flipped when he grazed your soaked underwear, barely rubbing his thumb softly against your clothed clit with a grin. “Jesus Christ, (Name); you’re so fucking wet.”

You whined involuntarily, gritting your teeth together. “Just do it, Vox.”

“Do what?”

…

Holy fucking shi—

“You know what I fucking mean!” You exclaimed, the embarrassment of having to elaborate reaching your cheeks. Vox furrowed his eyebrows as his teasing smile grew, feigning confusion. “No, I don’t, (Name). Why don’t you tell me?”

God, this man is going to be the death of me. “Vox, don’t make me do this—”

“Fine then, I guess I’ll just—”

“No!” You shouted out, making Vox look at you just as he was about to re-zip his pants. You pursed your lips as he waited in expectancy. You cursed under your breath, your undead heart pounding out of your chest. “Goddamnit, Vox, just– just fuck me…”

“What was that? I didn’t get that, sorry—”

“Fucking Christ, Vox, fuck me!” 

Ah, there it was. Vox rolled his eyes exasperatedly, that shit-eating grin still on his face. “Fine, fine. No need to fucking shout.”

You deadpanned, staring straight at him as he swiped your underwear away, leaving your pussy bare. You bit your lip at his touch; the way he was subtly teasing you making you clench around nothing. He gave himself a tantalizingly slow stroke before aligning his cock to your hips, his tip easily sliding between your folds and just in front of your entrance. “Fuck…” You cursed under your breath, but you knew you had to do this. For the press, right? Totally!

Vox groaned at how wet you were, guiding his cock to rub against your clit, just to see you squirm. 

And squirmed, you did. You let out a strangled moan, your hand covering your mouth. But just as you were about to do so, Vox grabbed your wrist before making both of your hands wrap around his neck, something tying itself around your wrists, forcing you to keep your arms there. 

You stitched your eyebrows together, looking at Vox in alarm. He finally put his tip inside of you, moaning softly before answering the question you left unsaid. “Don’t try to muffle your pretty noises, (Name). We both know it wouldn’t fucking matter in the end, anyway.”

His claws gripped your hip before cupping your ass as he thrusted slowly into you, only stopping halfway for you to adjust. He glanced at your flushed out expression, your eyes already half lidded. It looked like you desperately needed this, and if you were to be honest, you really did. Ever since you announced that you were in a “relationship” with the overlord of media, it was like people were repulsed by the idea of fucking you, or more specifically, terrified of the idea of crossing Vox.

Remember, you two had hated each other behind closed doors for 6 fucking months. 

“Vox, you know damn well I can take more,” you growled, glaring at him with a sneer. He raised his brows in amusement at your sudden hostility, and inclined his head slightly. “Alright, then. You said so yourself.”

With that, he thrusted himself into you until your pelvises touched, causing you to let out a guttural moan. Jesus fucking Christ, this man was not playing.

“What, can’t take it all?” He teased, giving you a pout of pity. Your jaw tightened once more, using the fact that he had your wrists tied up to your advantage to pull him in closer, your breath heaving. 

The way his cockiness dissolved as soon as you reeled him in stroked your ego, and you smirked smugly. “I can. Don’t underestimate me, you fucker.”

Vox snapped out of his shock and laughed lowly, almost fully pulling out. “Feisty.” He snapped his hips against yours, earning a small shriek of bliss and surprise from you. He pushed you against the wall even more, so that your back was firmly pressed against it. 

His thrusts were slow yet hard, well calculated to hit your g-spot every damn time; it was making your mind fog up. Vox’s grunts at every thrust weren’t really helping you, either; in fact it was making you even more aroused. 

Suddenly, he quickened his pace, still pulling out until only the tip was inside before shoving his cock inside you with no remorse and no effort whatsoever; you were making this incredibly easy for him. “Fuck…” He let slip before gripping both of your thighs and wrapping them around his waist with ease, snaking an arm around yours afterward. 

With this new position, Vox was able to thrust in deeper, making you cry out in ecstasy. He groaned at your voice, and at the way your walls were tightening against him. “Holy fucking shit, (Name).” He almost laughed out, his hips finding an even quicker rhythm. 

You refused to actually concede, finally and fully immerse yourself in the intense pleasure that Vox was giving you. It was as hard as he was inside you, though, since you slowly felt your better, logical judgment leave you. Every single time he slid in and out of you like it was nothing, you couldn’t help but let out a stifled moan, trying to mask it with a gasp. He was genuinely so fucking huge it made you wonder how. 

Unfortunately for you and your pride, you felt that stupid fucking knot that you had tried to ignore tighten in your stomach, making your breaths heavier than you wanted it to be. Vox had taken notice of this, and grinned, staring at you with such arrogance you just wanted to rip his stupid head off of his stupid neck. “Are you seriously going to cum already?” 

You laughed in his face, a string of pants following suit. “You wish.” You spat, trying your best to not let any noises of pleasure escape you. 

Vox raised a brow before barking out laughter, nodding his head slightly. One of his hands removed itself from the bottom of your thighs and moved painfully slowly towards the top of it, and you immediately knew what he was going to do.

“No,” you muttered in horror, and he just cackled at your reaction. His fingers barely lingered near your clit as he spoke. “I did tell you I was going to break you, didn’t I? I’m going to make you so fucking dumb on my cock, you’re not even going to remember your own fucking name. Is that clear?”

Vox massaged circles against your clit, rendering you unable to think properly, or pull yourself together. Your eyes fluttered closed as his fingers do sinful things to you, all the while thrusting himself into you. 

When Vox spoke once more, his voice was slightly muffled, as if there was some sort of effect on it. From that, you knew what he was trying to do, despite him knowing that it doesn’t really work on overlords.

“Is that clear, (Name)?”

You decided to give into that at least, and nodded your head weakly. “Y-Yes. Yes, Vox.”

He brightened at your answer, his grin beaming. “That’s my good girl.”

At his paise, you clenched around him, your high just a couple of thrusts away, and—

Waves and waves of pleasure and pure bliss crashed into you as you finally reached your orgasm. You let out a throaty moan, which then turned into sobs when you realized that Vox wasn’t stopping any time soon. Or at least, wasn’t stopping until he would cum inside of you.

Vox’s fingers never left your overly sensitive clit either, which makes you tighten the way your legs wrapped around him. At that, he cursed under his breath, his hand finally leaving your clit and finding solace around your waist. “I’m going to fucking cum inside you, yeah?” He babbled, his screen dim and glitching slightly. Oh, so that’s what happens when he’s close. “I’m gonna stuff you with my fucking cum, you hear me?”

“Yes, Vox.” Was all you could respond with, your breaths turning into mere hiccups. You couldn’t help but whine at the thought, your breath hitching when you felt the way Vox’s cords against your wrists tighten. You didn’t want to admit anything you were thinking aloud, since what you were thinking right now (if you could even do so) would be how right Vox was at fucking you dumb. You were so incredibly close at losing your mind, and wait– no, not—

“Are you going to fucking cum again?” He asked condescendingly, his hips ramming into yours with such force, you could feel the way his tip was teasing your walls. You groaned at his words, frustrated at how good he made you feel. “Shut the fuck up and finish inside me already.”

“Oh, so you want me to do that?” He pestered you through pants, making you whine. “Vox!”

“Yes, ma’am. Jesus, you’re really fucking feisty.” 

Vox started to rut inside you as if the both of you didn’t have an event you had to get back to (which you totally forget about, by the way). You felt the way his aching cock twitched in you, accompanied by how soft whines were coming out of his throat.

Honestly? Hearing Vox like that made you reconsider this whole fake dating thing.

“I’m so fucking close.” He said through gritted teeth, and you couldn’t help but moan in agreement, feeling that same knot tightening and tightening, and holy fucking shit he felt so good inside of you, you just wanted to—

The both of you came with loud and guttural moans, your chests heaving. Vox’s hips allowed himself a couple more slow and hard thrusts as if fucked his cum deeper and deeper inside of you, causing some whimpers to be ripped out of your throat.

The two of you stayed like that for a hot minute, barely listening to the way you were panting your lungs out. Your tongue practically lolled out of your mouth, your eyes half lidded. You weren’t necessarily fully fucked dumb, per se, so you could rub that in Vox’s face later.

“Don’t think we’re finished, my dear.” Vox growled, his voice husky. Fuck, it was like he read your mind. You laughed nervously, looking at him in his eyes for the first time the whole session. “What do you mean?”

“What’s your name?” Was all he asked you, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You carefully placed your two legs on the floor again as you responded to him. “(Name), why?-”

“Exactly.” Vox concluded, slipping out of you with a groan. “You still remember your name. You’re lucky we’re not in private otherwise I would’ve done way more fucking things to you.” He fished a handkerchief out of his pocket and cleaned his cock of his and your juices before doing the same to your now swollen cunt, the texture of the fabric making you grimace. 

You looked down at the pool of cum that accumulated on the ground, and pursed your lips. Your head stayed tilted down as you stared at Vox, batting your eyelashes. “Is that a promise?”

He just scoffed at your words, shaking his head slightly. “We have to go back. Just leave it there.” 

You realized he was talking about the puddle of cum on the floor, and glared at him in disgust. “Excuse you? We have to at least clean this fucking shit up—”

“Leave it to someone else.” He ordered, making you roll your eyes. You allowed him to grip your wrist (which now had a red line from his cord)  and walk you back to the party. You stumbled on your own feet when you finally recognized what heels you were wearing, along with the fact that your legs were shaking violently. 

The overlord you had just fucked noticed it, and sighed irritatedly, hooking an arm around your waist to keep you balanced. “Don’t get fucking used to this in private.” He grumbled immediately before a smile appeared on his face, nodding at the whispering crowd that was finally coming into view.

“You didn’t answer my question before.” You muttered so that only he could hear it, smiling as you snaked an arm around Vox’s neck for the masses. 

“What, about the promise?” Vox snorted, a smug grin replacing his charismatic one. “You better hope it isn’t.”

“I don’t just hope; I fucking expect it.”

“Be careful with your words, (Name). You might regret it.”

You just shrugged. “We’ll see if you actually stick to what you say or not. Or maybe you’re just all bark, no bite.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Vox retaliated with a strain, though you knew he was now clearly enjoying your banter.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

And for the first time in a while, you heard Vox genuinely laugh. At your cockiness or at you yourself, you weren’t quite sure, but a win is a win.

Vox x reader smut?

potential plot (don’t have to do this): he catches you admiring him or recording his singing and fangirling over him. So later on, he invites you into his room to talk and ends up dragging you with him to bed or pressing you up against the wall

another potential idea: you make fun of him for glitching, so he shoves you up against the wall and bosses you around or smth

decided to go with the second plot bc I liked it more lol enjoy anon!!

WARNINGS: ( degrading, praise, dacryphilia, rough sex, maybe more??)

Vox deserved an award for all of his patience with you, truly. You were being such a tease all day, I mean you had it coming.

You two were playing some competitive games on some high tech gaming console that he made, it was fun and both of you were laughing and having a good time. You seemed to be winning a lot, and more specifically, rubbing it in his face that you won. Vox began losing his patience and started getting mad at the game. This however,  only made you keep teasing him about your wins. “Aww~ c'mon Voxxy! you mad cuz I won in a game?” You dragged out your sentence, laughing in his face. “Doll, if you keep talking like that I swear to fucking lucifer you will regret it.” he snapped at you. you couldn't help but find it funny though “Aww- will I? Will I regret it?? I don't think I will.” you giggle to yourself, smiling. after another match, which you of course won, Vox growls in anger. He throws the controller to the side and shouts “Fuck! ughh dammit.” you of course, tease him for this too, calling him a baby and stuff along the lines of that. he gets more frustrated with you by the minute

“Doll, I Zzt-swear to f-fucking satan.” he glitches out saying this. you can still comprehend him but you can't help but burst out laughing, Vox soon gains control of himself and grabs you by the hips, stopping your laughter. “Who the fuck do you think your making fun of, my love?” He chuckled to himself, not letting you speak “If you wanna be bratty all fucking day and be a tease, so be it. I told you you'd regret it” He slammed you into the wall knocking all words out of your mouth, you were speechless in the sudden change of mood. his point neon blue claws dug into your sides as he passionately kissed you. his lips crashing against yours. He growled into your mouth with anger, intertwining his neon blue tongue with yours. He grabbed your collar and threw you on the couch. you whimper at his sudden roughness, but some part of you loved it. his anger at you turned you on, you pressed your legs closed and rubbed your thighs together.

“get on your knees slut.” He spoke with such a harsh tone it made you quietly gasp. However,  you obeyed, getting down on your knees and looking up at him. Vox slowly zipped down his pants and the metal of his belt hit the ground, his cock right in front of you. Your eyes widened but stuck your tongue out and opened your mouth. taking in his dick, sucking and licking him. He grabbed a tuft of your hair and pulled your head down, his dick hitting the back of your throat made you gag, he did this a few times before pulling you away from his dick, you gasped for air, whimpering. he pulled you up back onto the couch and pushed your legs apart “You gonna be a good slut and take this dick for me doll?~” You nod desperately, needing pleasure. He slammed his cock into you, making you moan and shiver, he trusted himself into you at such a fast and rough pace tears started to well up in your eyes, falling down your cheeks because of the pain. “Aww is my pretty slut crying? Does it hurt hm? well that's too bad, take it.” a knot started forming in your stomach feeling your orgasm coming. you pleaded to Vox, begging him to cum, the tears falling down your eyes faster. drool rolling out of your mouth. “ngh- cum with me doll, be a good girl and cum with me..” Vox whispered to you. Your eyes rolled back and you felt the knot in your stomach snap, Vox groaned and came inside you at the same time, pulling out feeling the sticky white liquid running down your thighs. “g-good girl.. you're so good for me..” Vox fell down onto the couch with a sigh cuddling up to you and smiling, playing with your hair.

You decided it would be a good idea to jot make fun of him again. Falling asleep in his arms.

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sorry im trying to get to everyones asks as soon as possible, writers block and life in general have been kicking my ass lately lmao 😭 anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story hun!! <3

-xoxo, Ari

hiii could I request a vox x f! reader with fluff, mutual pining, and smut? tysm <333

OFC YOU CAN I LOVE MUTUAL PINING 😭

I didn't have a lot to go off of so I kept it simple, I hope you enjoy my dear!!

WARNINGS: SMUT, NSFW (Minors please go away) PRAISE, [DUB-CON???] FINGERING, MAYBE MORE IDK MAN?? word count = 1,000

A blush spread across your face as vox put his shoulder around you, he always did shit like this but usually he was just joking or teasing you around, but something about this time felt different. maybe it was all the alcohol you two had drank but something about this small touch just made you crave Vox. you always were into vox ever since you laid your pretty little eyes on him.

Vox chuckled while sipping some whiskey, while turning to talk to Valentino. Of course he was talking to Val, they had some on and off relationship- and while you didn't really ever have that big of an issue with Valentino, you were jealous. So, so Incredibly jealous. Sometimes you'd hear them having sex and your anger built up against Val. God even hearing his voice just pissed you off. your nails dug into the couch you were sitting on out of anger as your eye twitched. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? 

Vox seemed to take notice of your growing anger and spoke up about it “Dollface,  you okay? the fuck is up with you?” He spoke in a concerned tone, despite his words.

You shrugged him off and just mumbled “I'm fine. get off my case! fucking christ Vox why dont you go fuck Val while your at it?”  you spoke in such a sharp and stern tone, different from how you usually presented yourself. You stormed out of the club and went into the apartment you stayed at. Vox and you were the only ones who had keys to said apartment, I guess he was just the only person you really trusted. ironic isn't it? The man whose whole motto is to “trust us” while deceiving people is the only guy you trust in hell. It was fucking pathetic and you knew that very well, but some part of you just- needed him. Like some drug he was impossible to live without.

as you delved into your sorrows of loving such a pathetic man, a knock was at the door which snapped you back to reality. It was quickly followed by the jingling of keys and vox shouting from the outside “Doll, I'm coming in to check on you, it's not like you to do that. I know something's up” Vox opened up the door as his view drifted to you, sitting on the floor looking all sad and pathetic, the strap of your dress falling down to the side as you looked up at him with a pissed off face. 

“So, whatd I do this time?” You almost choked on air, he really didn't know what he did? god this dumb fucking man, If you didn't love him your sure youd kill him instead. “What'd you do? you fucking treat me like some side peice! you act like you're into me and love me but then you go and fuck that stupid moth man!”

Vox smiled for a bit, an evil smirk from what you could tell. He picked you up off your feet and dragged you to your bed. “So you're jealous huh baby? well fuck if you wanted me to fuck you this bad.. you could've just asked~”

You felt your heart race, you felt your heart race so fast you couldve sworn it fucking stopped, your face turned red as you muttered out a response “p-please do..”

and that was all Vox needed, that was all Vox ever needed to hear. That you want him. and you need him. He always longed for you- he just tried to push away his feelings.  But now? Now he can show you how he really felt.

He crawled in between your legs, while grabbing your chin and kissing you. the kiss felt needy, and desperate,  like this had been needing to happen since the start. he unzipped your dress as he ran his hands up and down your figure, mumbling a small “Fuck..” He ripped off your dress in seconds, as he pulled down your panties his long blue claws slid into you pumping in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

“mmph- please vox go faster i-i cant take it anymore-”

You immediately regretted saying that because vox's fingers didn't only speed up, but he added another overstimulating you. “That good enough for ya doll? hah?~”

He took his fingers out of you, making you buck your hips towards him, trying to chase the pleasure you were once given.

Vox chuckled at the sight beneath him. “Relax my dear, I'll make sure I'm the only one that is gonna be able to make you feel this good m'kay?” he unbuckled his belt, the metal hitting the floor before you heard the zip of his pants. “Be a good girl and take this cock for me.” He shoved his dick into you, giving you a few seconds to adjust before moving at a fast pace, breathing heavily.

Trying to get a accustomed to the brutal pace he set you bit your lip, you bit your lip so hard you could've fucking sworn you were bleeding. both of you were so indulgent in the pleasure neither of you could barely speak, all that came out of your mouths were moans and sighs of relief, like this had been fate. After what felt like yours of that fast pace and your tongues intertwining, you both came together. you shivered at the pleasure and Vox fell on top of you shaking and trying to catch his breath without lagging or glitching out. he wrapped his arms around you with a whine, repeatedly saying “Thank you, thank you so much my dear..i-i love you”

“Mmph.. I love you too Vox..”

falling asleep in eachothers arms, before waking up the next morning with a hangover, so vox called off work and you two stayed in bed, your legs wrapped around him and mumbling lots of “I love you's”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LOL, I BLACKED OUT DURING THIS ISTFG IDK WHAT HAPPENED (sorry for the late post)

-xoxo Ari

Omg this is gold!! I've been searching for more alastor/vox smut and I'm so glad you wrote another one! 🤩

Can we get one of Alastor fucking you in his radio booth and broadcasting it to fuck with Vox~ pretty please with a cherry on top💕

God thank you so much for your request and this idea, it really inspired me so much and I might do even more with this cause I find it inherently hot hehe. I'm so happy so many people enjoyed the first part of Alastor x Fem!Reader x Vox and I'm a degenerate so I wrote a second. I hope you guys like it too! Enjoy my fellow degenerates! o/

I would also like to thank @wipmoop for their amazing art cover for this smut! They're truly the best you can check them out !

And with this, I present you, drumroll please :

Alastor X Fem!Reader X Vox 2 - Rematch !

Summary : You're tired of waiting for your rematch and decide to take things into your own hands. Are you ready to face the consequences of your actions ?

Warning : 18+, Smut, dirty talking, oral, oral creampie, creampie, threesome, sum swallowing, praise kink, teasing, overstimulation, rough, cunnilingus, hair pulling, bondage, spanking.

Word Count : 4883 words (Yup, it's worse than the first one.)

After the events of the party Alastor brought you back to the hotel, explaining to Charlie that you might’ve hmm…had more than you could handle. She was delighted at the idea of you residing at the hotel and extended an unlimited invitation to you. You had your own room and actually enjoyed the people there more than you thought you would. You thought you’d give redemption a shot. However, you had been dreaming of your rematch with Vox and Alastor and it occupied most of your daily thoughts, as much as you hated to admit it.

It had been 2 weeks since you moved in and you hadn’t really been seeing Alastor since the party, he was a busy man after all, he was usually very polite when he saw you and would give you a hand kiss or wink at you. You hadn’t seen Vox at all since the party, but it wasn’t too surprising. Slowly, you started realizing that you were okay with what happened being a one-off thing.

This day you had just finished exercises with everyone and was chilling having some tea when Charlie exclaimed: “Oh Alastor is hosting his radio show! We should bring him some tea! Where’s Niffty? She’d be super-fast.” She looked around unable to find her.”

“She was chasing a family of roaches last time I saw her.” You explained drinking your tea. “I can bring him if you want.” You offered, not thinking much of it, but knowing the idea of seeing Alastor brought a slight smile to your face.

“Really?” Asked Charlie with sparks in her eyes. “That is such a selfless act I love it!”

“Is it?” You questioned. She nodded furiously before handing you a tray with a cup of tea, some milk, sugar, and some biscuits on it.

You left the group and started making your way to the radio tower. As you approached it you heard the demon speaking into his mic.

“And that my fellows, is why you should never trust a demon whose name starts with a V. I will return in a moment, enjoy this musical break of electro swing.”

You arrived in front of the door and knocked.

“Come in.” You heard.

You entered the room to find Alastor sitting in front of his station, his legs crossed.

“Oh, Hello Dear!” He exclaimed seeing it was you at the door.

“Hi! Charlie asked me to bring you some tea. How’s your show going?” You smiled as you entered the room. Alastor looked at you intensely as you walked past him, his smile as wide as ever, you could feel his gaze on your body, you were wearing a short red dress hugging your shape and flared at the bottom and a pair of black thigh highs. You sat the tray on the coffee table he had next to him and poured him a cup of tea.

“The show is going as well as it needs to be.” He replied coldly, pausing afterwards. “But more importantly, this dress suits you very well, I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since that night at the party.” He proclaimed calmly.

Your face flushed lightly and he noticed. He hadn’t talked about the party since that night and the simple mention of it sent back embarrassing flashbacks to your mind. Not that you regretted it.

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed. This is more casual though.” You replied, not looking him in the eyes.

“Is it now Dear?” Asked the demon searching for your gaze then looking you from the bottom up.

“I'm glad you like it." You teased then presented the cup in front of him and thought you noticed a quick glance at your cleavage.

This was enough for you to decide that you had done progress at the hotel and that meant you deserved a little reward, and if you were honest with yourself, you had missed Alastor and Vox’s touch since that night, after all, they had given you a night you could never forget as promised. You had been a good girl but now it was time to drop the act.

You lingered giving him a good look. You then asked innocently: “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He took a good look at you, almost as if he was trying to gauge your intentions. “Actually, I do, would you grab me the mic from the shelf over there.”

“Sure!” You replied smiling. You made your way to the shelf and pretended to struggle to grab the mic which fell to the floor and rolled under the shelf. You then got on all fours and bent over trying to grab it, almost exposing your parts. After grabbing it you stood back up and turned around only to be met with Alastor smiling widely, leaning on the counter of his studio.

“Are you doing okay, Dear?” He grinned tauntingly before taking a sip.

“I don’t know, am I? Here’s your mic.” You handed him the mic. He put down his cup of tea and grabbed the mic slowly, not breaking eye contact with you. He then proceeded to pull swiftly on it, bringing you with it as you hadn’t let go yet. Your body ended up pressed against his.

“You know if you had been craving my attention this badly you should have mentioned it sooner.” He exclaimed looking deep into your eyes.

“Did I crave your attention, or did you miss giving it to me?” You asked smugly smirking back.

“Oh, I can give it to you alright.” He smiled wider, his mouth an inch from yours.

“Do it then.” You smiled back, holding the fold of his jacket.

You felt his lips crash onto yours, the both of you dropping the mic simultaneously. He grabbed your hips tightly pulling you into the kiss, kissing you even deeper as he moved one hand behind your neck. He then lowered his hands to your ass before grabbing both of your cheeks tightly, pulling you off the ground, you legs locking around him instinctively. He turned around, still kissing you while holding your weightless body and sat you on the edge of the counter of his studio. He grabbed both of your wrists and laid you on your back, pinning your hands above your head. He then proceeded to kiss down your neck and onto your cleavage.

“Coming here dressed this way was your mistake.” He smirked.

“Debatable.” You smirked back.

He kept both of your hands pinned together with one of his and took a good look of your flushed, panting, and eager body. While scanning down your body he noticed something that made his eyes widen slightly before he went back to looking into your eyes with a devious smile. His second hand travelled down your body making you realize how sensitive you felt already.

“You might not have missed my attention but this part of you certainly has.” His hand then rubbed against your womanhood, making you realize just how soaked you were already as you squirmed.

“Listen Dear,” he looked at you, still rubbing your pussy, “I’m going to let go of your hands, but you may not touch anything but yourself with them.” He then let go of your hands and pussy before bending over you, resting both of his hands on each side of your head.

“Understood?” He menacingly whispered with a very serious grin.

You nodded.

“Good girl. And be sure to make all of hell know how good you’re feeling.” He smiled before removing his jacket which he threw on his couch.

“Wha-“ You were about to question but then saw him casually turn on the mic of his station. The sign [On Air] turning bright red confirming what you thought.

Alastor then proceeded to kneel in front of you and pull you closer, to the edge of the counter, he then ripped your panties in one movement and started digging in.

You immediately felt his tongue dig deep inside of you, earning a loud moan out of you as he spread your walls. The moans kept pouring as he enthusiastically ate you out, alternating between the inside and the outside of your pussy that he was eating like the first meal he’d had in days. He kept moving his tongue in motions that sent jolts up and down your body.

Before you realized, your hands had made their way into Alastor’s hair, pulling slightly as the pleasure intensified. You only noticed when the pleasure stopped. You looked down, confused, and immédiat realized your mistake, letting go of his hair, as the tall demon stood back on his feet, looking at you calmly, which somehow made it scarier.

“Didn’t we agree on you touching nothing but yourself? See not only have you not touched yourself, but you’ve also touched me, and I am not part of you, yet.” He said menacingly.

“Sorry…” You muttered.

“Too late Darling, I’m afraid bad girls need to be disciplined.”

You stared at him as you witnessed him calmly removing his bowtie then grabbing both of your wrists once again, this time tying them together, in a very tight fashion.

“Good.” He exclaimed proud of his work.

And with that he resumed eating you out, this time more aggressively. You felt your walls tighten as he attacked them relentlessly, grabbing your thighs with both of his hands. Your moans were getting louder and louder as his name poured continuously out of your mouth until you felt the knot that had been building up break and the orgasm wash over your body, making your legs shake in the process.

“Holy shit…” You blurted, panting hard as you watched Alastor stand up and give you a quick kiss.

“See, you know how to be a good girl.” He whispered in your ear before licking your ear lobe. You felt his throbbing crotch press against yours.

Before any of you could add anything, you saw a glowing blue circle draw itself around the both of you.

“What is th-“You couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt yourself fall down through what had now obviously been a portal. The radio demon fell with you, though in a much classier and composed manner almost as if he knew it was coming.

You felt yourself land on something soft and looked around. It was a very large bed. Alastor had landed comfortably on his feet next to the bed.

“Took him long enough…” He huffed.

You scanned the room; it was very large and luxurious, like a palace. It was a giant bedroom with huge French windows, and tall wooden doors at its entrance. As soon as you laid your eyes on said doors they opened violently.

“The fuck is wrong with you !?” Yelled the handsome tall demon entering the room. It was a very furious Vox. Seeing him furious made you immediately crave him.

“Well, hello to you too.” Smiled Alastor, still in the same relaxed position.

“Why would you broadcast her for all of hell to listen to? Have you lost your mind?” He screamed unable to compose himself.

“I only did so long enough for you to notice.” He mentioned “And if you were so bothered by it, then maybe you should have noticed sooner.” He smiled wider.

“What a dumbass.” Vox walked past Alastor and arrived in front of you. He smiled for the first time.

“Long time no see y/n !” He leaned in front of you making you blush as you took a good look at his handsome figure.

“Hi Vox! I’ve missed you!” You smiled with your face still flushed from your orgasm. He held your chin up gently.

“Fuck I really missed that hot face of yours, I’m sorry you were stuck with such an ungrateful prick for so long, I knew you should’ve moved into my place instead. You’ve clearly gone way too long without getting some well-deserved action, which would have never happened here by the way.” He said that last part louder on purpose. He looked down for a second. “Dear, you are making my sheets wet already, did you really miss me that much?” He smiled looking at your exposed parts, dripping onto the bed.

“We could have settled on a date to have our rematch instead of you exposing her to every lowlife that would listen.” He turned to Alastor.

“Our dear friend couldn’t wait any longer and well I guess I had to take matters into my own hands.” He said innocently.

“You’re such a piece of shit.” Proclaimed Vox with a wide grin on his face, briefly glitching. “I see you’re unable to try and beat me without a head start you radio bastard.”

“It’s not like I was doing anything you could do anyways, Mr. Flat-screen-no-tongue.” The redhead smirked.

“Oh really?” He glitched lightly. “Sit back, relax and shut the fuck up.”

He turned to you, and away from Alastor.

“Y/n! Time to get that rematch baby! Get your ass on the edge of that bed and spread those legs for me!”

Your body moved on its own at this command, and you managed to sit up at the edge of the bed despite your wrists still tied together and sat with your thighs spread open, revealing your most intimate part which couldn’t lie about how much you wanted this. Vox looked at you intensely, taking in the sight he had missed more than he thought he had and bent over resting one hand on his knee, the other holding the bowtie tying your wrists together with a finger.

“Has someone been a bad girl~?” He teased.

“That’s entirely possible.” You smirked back. You could tell from his face he liked that. He let go of your wrists and grabbed both of your thighs tightly, making you lose your balance and fall back onto the bed. The next instant, you sensed something that felt like a tongue slide inside your pussy. It sent immediate literal jolts up your body, earning a loud moan out of you that surprised even you. You came a little from that but didnt say anything, you moved your head, looking at what was going on down there and saw a big blue tongue, sliding out of Vox’s screen and eating out your deepest parts.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed not knowing what to make of the mix of intense pleasure, surprise and shock you were feeling. A quick glance behind Vox and you saw Alastor roll his eyes unbothered having a cup of tea on the sofa not too far. You didn’t have time to really process anything as the TV demon kept eating you out aggressively, making your orgasm come sooner than you would have expected. You had absolutely no control over how fast it was building up, you just felt it snap and felt yourself come, arching your back embracing the wave of pleasure, grabbing your dress tightly as you did so.

You felt the tongue pull out of you and giving your whole pussy a good lick before Vox stood back up, wiping his face with a satisfied look on his it.

“Fuck you’re so hot when you come.” He blurted trying to keep his composure, but you could already see his member throbbing through his pants.

“Are you done with your ridiculous endeavor? An attempt to prove what exactly?” Exclaimed Alastor in a tone he tried to portray as nonchalant, but everyone else could tell he was ticked off. “Can’t you see she comes so easily you could barely even consider it a challenge.”

That statement pissed you off because as much as you were enjoying yourself you didn’t like being underestimated.

“I had no idea my enjoying myself would make you this insecure?” You responded smirking in your brattiest tone.

“Oh, I like you more and more.” Said Vox raising his brows and smiling at you.

You could swear you noticed an eye twitch on Alastor.

“You brat…clearly if you’re still feeling this confident then we haven’t gone hard enough on you.” He declared with a wicked smile scaring you as much as it turned you on. Alastor teleported onto the bed next to you, grabbed your hair firmly into a ponytail and pulled you further into the large bed, leaving you no choice but to follow him on your knees before pulling your face close to his. Your tied hands were hanging down in front of you as you looked up at the radio demon. “I guess we’ll have to fix that.” He kissed you deeply shoving his tongue in your mouth making your head spin. “Sorry Dear, I am but a terrible spectator.” He went back into the kiss making you dizzy as he pulled down the top of your dress making your breasts bounce out of it. He grabbed one of your tit with his free hand, pinching your nipple and making you whine softly.

"Now you’re going to use all that confidence you were so proud of just seconds ago and you’re going to take it all in.” He let go of you and you fell on all fours, now facing his crotch. You took a good look and immediately noticed how tight his pants looked around his cock, it almost looked painful. With your tied wrists you unzipped his pants, pulling out your reward.

‘Was it this big last time?’ you thought to yourself. A slight look of surprise covering your face for a brief instant.

“Yes, it was.” Replied the radio demon, as if he had read your mind. “You were just too eager to notice.” He finished. You blushed heavily before giving your best shot at taking as much of his member as you could in your mouth, it amounted to about 2/3 of his manhood.

“Not quite, Dear, here, let me give you a hand.” He chuckled before shoving your face down his member, lodging it all the way down your throat. You couldn’t breathe but it still felt good, you pussy was quivering and dripping, and Vox noticed.

“Damn, look at your cunt, don’t worry I gotchu.” You heard Vox who was right behind you and the moment after felt him give your ass a hard spank. That made you moan loudly, and you knew Alastor felt it when you heard a groan coming from him, you looked up only to be met with an intense and serious gaze filled with lust coming from the radio demon. His hands were both in your hair, guiding your mouth up and down, enjoying himself.

Vox stood right behind you, and you heard his pants unzip. Immediately after, you felt one of his hands rest on your hips and the tip of his cock rub against your entrance teasingly.

“Have you missed that?” He asked, lust exuding off his tone. After a few seconds of his teasing, you wanted to beg for him to insert it but you mouth was too full for that.

“Come on…” He teased, knowing he put you in an impossible position.

In one motion you pulled your mouth off Alastor’s cock and pleaded loudly. “Vox please I need your cock in me!” You looked at him with a lewd look on your face .

Seeing you in that state made him blush briefly before he composed himself again.

“Fucking finally! You’re so fucking hot!” He groaned loudly pushing all of him inside of you in one go making you scream of pleasure in the process. You immediately felt Alastor grab your hair in the same fashion he had moments ago, pulling your face close and squinting.

“Let’s not get distracted now, shall we?” He demanded sternly.

Vox felt you tighten around him as you heard those words, pulling an involuntary moan out of him.

“You naughty girl, you’re loving this aren’t you?” He spanked roughly you before starting to thrust at a rather fast pace.

“Obviously.” Declared Alastor smiling before shoving your face back onto his cock. He was the one thrusting now, in fact, they both were and soon enough, you felt that coil build up once again in your insides. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the knot snap.

Vox felt you tighten almost uncomfortably around his member as you came. He grabbed both of our ass cheeks tightly.

“That’s right, come for me!” He groaned throwing his head back and fucking you through your climax, holding your ass tightly then spanking it.

You had just finished coming when you felt Alastor pull out of your mouth. You exhaled loudly catching your breath.

“Good job not suffocating, here’s your reward.” Said Alastor grabbing your panting figure and propping you onto his cock as he stood on his knees, you were still panting but it was now intertwined with moans as he effortlessly moved you up and down his member. You moved your tied up wrists over his head wrapping your arms around his neck and grabbing it gently, you kissed him softly yet longingly as the moans continuously flooded out of your mouth. You felt his member grow thicker inside of you, as expressed by your moans becoming louder. Your kiss was interrupted by the TV overlord who grabbed your chin, turning your face away from the radio demon.

“Now you can’t just give all your holes away so easily my dear.” He said calmly standing bent over next to you.

“My apologies.” You replied looking up into his eyes.

“You’re forgiven.” He added with a smooth voice before you felt his lips meet yours. You were surprised at how soft they felt, and you had just found out he could do such a thing. He probably didn’t do it every day, but he was such a good kisser, you were dazzled by the kiss before he pulled out of it.

“Now open up dove, we’re not done just yet.” He grinned.

He hadn’t finished his sentence that you had opened your mouth, eagerly awaiting him.

“My god you’re such a good little slut.” He laughed not able to contain himself any longer, he pushed himself deep into your mouth and moaned loudly as he did so, you started moving your head swallowing his member to the base each time.

You hadn’t noticed because of how gradual it had been, but Alastor was now moving much faster than how he had started, hitting your deepest parts each time.

“Are you going to come again and prove me right?” Alastor smirked at you, pausing his thrusting for a moment and spanking your ass roughly. You moaned loudly around Vox’s cock and stopped moving as he immediately grabbed your head and kept the thrusting going.

“Nuh uh, you can’t stop yet.” The TV demon said as he kept pumping in and out of your mouth.

You looked at Alastor from the corner of your eye.

“What is it sweetheart? The TV got your tongue?” He spanked you again this time harder. Your pussy tightened around him, and he felt it, making his grin widen even more.

You looked at him trying your hardest to stay in control.

“Aww you still think you can decide whether you come or not. How adorable…I guess it’s time I teach you a lesson.” He squinted his eyes challengingly before he spanked you one last time, harder than all the other time, this time immediately grabbing both of your ass cheeks very firmly not breaking eye contact with you.

“I…” He slammed you against his cock. “…decide…” He slammed harder. “…if…” He slammed even harder, digging his nails into your ass. “…and when…” He slammed hard and you felt yourself dangerously close to the edge. “…you come!” He grinned, slamming one last time harder than you had ever felt him thrust in you and he saw your eyes roll back as your pussy started pulsating around his cock. You moaned loudly around Vox’s cock, who pulled out just in time to hear it aloud. You were panting hard, your whole body going limp.

Vox grabbed your face and pressed your cheeks together bringing his face close to yours. “You’ll relax soon enough bitch, but we’re not done yet.” He then proceeded to grab you off Alastor and prop you once again on all fours. You were wobbly at best. “Come on are you already exhausted? After all this big talk?” He spanked you now red ass making you whine. You moaned softly and looked at him with doe eyes. Your legs felt weak from all this thrusting and climaxing, and he could tell. He let out a soft sigh.

“Here. Let me give you a hand.” He grabbed one of your legs and propped it on his shoulder. “Now you’re going to take it like a good girl?” He looked at you his eyes focusing intensely on you.

“Yes, Sir.” You pleaded. As soon as he heard those words coming out of your mouth he felt an irrepressible urge to take you and you felt all of him enter you once again, at this point your pussy being overstimulated felt so sensitive everything felt ten times more intense. You moaned loudly while your tongue hung out of your mouth, and you gripped the sheets tightly as Vox started thrusting more roughly than he previously had.

Alastor, seeing your tongue hanging and your mouth open, took this opportunity to push himself inside your mouth and started thrusting.

“Enjoy your own taste dear, because you’re about to taste me.” He declared with a lustful gaze on his now flushed face. You loved seeing the evolution of his boldness as lust took over.

“Shit you’re so fucking tight!” Vox thrusted hard, gritting his teeth, and digging his nails into your thigh, pulling it close against his chest as he lost himself in pleasure, his movement becoming more erratic as he glitched and he brought himself closer to the final release, nevertheless, he never failed to hit your G-spot with each thrust. You felt it coming, despite your best efforts, they both felt you tense up more and more. You still did a great job wrapping your tongue around the radio demon’s shaft, you heard his breath get shakier as he maintained composure fucking your mouth, one hand under your chin and the other in your hair.

You felt the knot about to snap as you hear them both declare as one:

“Are you ready?”

They both thrusted deep in you one last time, releasing simultaneously, filling you up from both sides as you came one last time, almost seeing stars at this point.

Alastor let out the closest thing to a moan as he emptied himself directly down your throat tightening around his member, slowly pulling himself out afterwards and enjoying the sight of your dazed expression.

“Good job.” He patted your cheek smiling and slightly panting, much more relaxed than a few moments ago.

Vox pulled out next and you immediately collapsed onto the bed, cum flowing out of you.

“Holy shit you felt so fucking good!” Vox also felt all sorts of dizzy after his orgasm. He quickly got a grip and they both grabbed what was necessary to clean you up, laying you down comfortably after Alastor removed his bowtie from your sore wrists and Vox handed you one of his shirts to wear.

You were fast asleep and woke up probably a few hours later to both of them having tea in the corner of the room.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you can’t talk your way into being better in bed, she literally blacked out after I made her come, that’s how good it was.” Expressed Vox with frustration.

“Maybe that or you were just so boring she fell asleep.” Replied Alastor calmly sipping his tea.

“Fuck off, weren’t you facefucking her as well? Wouldn’t that make you boring by extension?” He proclaimed, anger taking over his tone.

Alastor ignored him. You moved in the bed making it creak and earning their attention.

“Oh, looks like our friend has finally awaken from her great slumber.” Announced the radio demon.

They both arrived by your side as you fully came to.

“Hello beautiful.” Exclaimed Vox, with his usual smile and composure. “How are we doing?”

“Well!” You replied attempting to stretch then realizing how sore your whole body felt. “Never mind.” You added.

They both smiled with a satisfied look on their face, almost as if admiring their work.

“Yeah, you need to rest. Next time try not to bite off more than you can chew sweetheart.” Declared Vox with Alastor nodding approvingly next to him.

“Any idea who performed best this time Dear?” Asked the radio demon.

“I mean, it’s hard to give you an answer when you both do whatever you want at all times.” You said with a hint of frustrating. “Maybe if you both stuck to one hole I would be able to tell.” You added, genuinely trying to recall all the events in the right order.

“Hmm, No.”

“Nope.” They both proclaimed simultaneously.

“We will, however, keep fucking you until you give us an answer.” Gloated Vox with a hint of excitement in his voice.

“I’m afraid it’s the only way.” Added Alastor calmly.

“Fair.” You conceded.

‘Holy shit what did I get myself into…’ You thought to yourself.

“Now, rest my dear, you’re going to need it.” Said Vox still smiling at you before vanishing into electricity out of the room.

“I’ll see you soon Darling.” Declared Alastor before smiling and disappearing into a shadow.

Vox is genuinely so effortless to write. I love how versatile he can be, Alastor on the other hand is rough -.- but once I'm done I can fully appreciate it.

PS : I know Alastor is Aroace and I hope no one takes offense to my work. I genuinely take pleasure in writing smuts and I've been loving his personality that's all.

Peace out ! o/