HI:3
I saw ur req post (which was in mar) and im hoping ur requests are still open since I wanted to perhaps… send in a req for vox x f!reader….😓
if it is (which I’m hoping🤞🏼) I wanted to inquire if you could do like where vox is readers s/o and like he’s really like just stressed out and the reader decides to help him and smut ensues…..
Omg this is so cool! Absolutely
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That was the fifth person to complain.
Cue dramatic sigh.
Five people so far have complained about Vox lashing out. Wether it's a meeting, or even just because his coffee was too sweet. And every single one of them have come to you about it.
Your knock on the door goes unnoticed by the overlord, so you instead opt to just...let yourself in.
"Vox."
He spins round in a movement so sudden, you thought the chair would break. He opened his mouth as if to speak before pausing...waiting...registering who it was before he closed it again.
"What do you want, my dear?"
If only his name for you could mask his feelings of stress.
You approach, slow, careful steps, almost afraid to poke the bear in front if you. His eyes never leave you.
Your hands meet his claws in a gentle hold as your thumb runs over the back of his knuckles. Then, something shifts. His shoulders ease, his body relaxed and he seems calm now.
"You need to take more breaks, Vox. You keep lashing out at people."
His eyes roam your features, studying you. As fucked up as Hell has always been, you were his solace. You were his hope. His slice of Heaven.
He exhales, shakily, claws slipping away from your hands, just to find your hips.
"My dear..."
He pulls you gently, your thighs moving to entrap his as you straddle his lap.
"...only for you will I calm down. No one else matters."
The promise in that sentence is sealed with his lips against yours, in a softness unbecoming of an overlord. His tongue presses against your lips, adding a depth to the kiss that his lips couldn't (courtesy of him having a TV for a head).
Your hands absentmindedly dug into his back, gently pressing the knots into a lessened tension.
He groans, deep and gutteral into your mouth as his claws dig into your hair.
"Fuck, baby. Give yourself to me. Help me relax, love, please."
And who were you to deny him?
Your consent rang out in an eager reply, breaking the barrier he had made to contain his control.
His tongue entered your mouth, mapping out a path he'd memorised may times, only to pull you deeper into arousal. His palms cup your breasts, squeezing and massaging the mounds, drowning in desire from the soft mewls and moans you let out.
"God, you're so perfect."
His movements are desperate, breathing ragged, cock poking your thigh through his pants as he claws at your clothes.
Your hand trails lower and lower, into his pants before grabbing him and pumping teasingly.
He's breathless, words leaving him as he loses himself into the confines of pleasure.
"Baby...love...fuuuuck!"
Hips snap up, bucking to meet your hands as you increase your pace, moans and groans tumbling from his lips as you whisper sweet praises into his ear. He was putty in your hands.
Your nails drag down the back of his neck as you squeeze his cock tighter, feeling it twitch in your hand. Vox's head falls back against his chair, mouth dropping open and screen flickering as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.
"F-Fuck...love...g-gonna..." his voice cracks under the weight of his please.
"Go on, dear. Come for me."
And he does. Your name spills from his lips, like a mantra and his screen turns white for a few seconds as he paints you hand with his essence.
His chest heaves.
Slowly, you get off his lap, just to feel your face being pushed against the wood of Vox's desk, ass against his groin.
"Oh, my dear. We are nowhere near finished. By the time I'm done you won't be able to walk for a week."
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So so so sorry this took so long. I've just been swamped with life recently.
Thanks for your request ❤️
