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I’ve been seeing a lot of wireplay on TikTok and decided who not better than Vox himself. This can be a stand alone but I’m also adding it to my Vox x reader fic (My Underworld on AO3)
Also I’m not rly updating the fic atm bc of some health issues but I just want to post something yk. If u see any spelling mistakes lmk and don’t be afraid to leave a comment!!
You and Vox were in a relationship for quite some time. Not the healthiest, as he always lied and was a manipulative narcissist asshole who also happened to take some of your memories away to keep you “happy”. But of course it didn’t last, and when you inevitably remembered you lost your shit. You broke things off and made a life for yourself in hell without him. Tried to at least. After quite a long time of not speaking, only in the same room for overlord meetings and a few words for interlinked clients, he shows up to your private office (that he shouldn’t be able to access) in dire need of your help.
What will you do?
Decisions Decisions
You've always had headaches. When alive you were always staring at screen, 24/7, 365, for work and basically everything else in your life. And afterlife as it seems. Only now, in hell are they much worse. Cause of death and all. This one was especially aweful. You rested your elbows on your desk and rubbed your temples for any sense of relief, but to no avail.
You should call it for the night, but there's just so much work to do. Just as you were about to push through and go back to work, a frantic knock echoed throughout your quiet office. You looked up with furrowed brows. Everyone in this part of the building should be gone. Not many people had access to your hallway either. 'Probably important,' you thought. So you let out a soft groan as you pushed yourself out of the chair and walked across the room.
When you opened it, you saw your ex, Vox, leaning against the doorframe, hunched over, trembling slightly. He slowly lifted his head, and you noticed his face contorted in pain.
"Vox?!" You shouted. "What the fu—" before you could demand an answer, his screen glitched, and he toppled over again with a painful groan. It took a few seconds to end, but after he looked up again. "I need your help…" he begged
"What?"
"I was replacing some damaged hardware and something went wrong and I—"
His words were cut off as he groaned and hunched over again. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot repeatedly, believing it was just some ploy. But then he fell to his knees. Your hands uncrossed, twitching his way to help before realizing that it was him. Vox suddenly grabbed your hand. Quick and desperate but gentle. It sent a shock down your spine. You convinced yourself it was his powers messing up. When y'all made eye contact, you saw his face glitching uncontrollably—pops of color and all his other faces flashing and mixing together.
So he wasn't lying…
"Please…" he whispered in between his panting breaths. "You're the only person I trust enough to do it."
All these years and he still trusts you… You stared for a moment, considering your decision. Reluctantly, you sighed and ripped your hand away.
"Fine… Just this once."
You turned around, walking back to your desk. Vox struggled to stand up from the floor. His claws dug into the frame, fighting hard not to lose his balance as he tumbled over his feet as he followed you inside. The door shut quietly behind y'all once he was in. You used your wired tail and pulled your rolling chair from behind your desk for him to sit on.
He plopped down in the leather seat with a groan, rolling away the slightest bit. You set a small tool kit on your desk, pulling out a screwdriver. Vox was too far, so you grabbed the top and pulled him closer. His eyes widen but quickly returned to pain. His arm twitched when you began unscrewing the first one. You unfortunately noticed, and without thinking, you paused for his sake. Only for a heartbeat, though.
With a surprisingly gentle touch, you began unscrewing all the other parts. His breathing stuttered as you did. Once done, you set the metal sheet beside the toolbox. When you came back, Vox tilted his head further down, giving you a better view of his control panel. Every wire, every switch, every outlet was at your fingertips for your disposal. Just lying there in the open. On display. Exposed.
You stared at it for a good while. Something about it was so strange and intimate. Your heart grew louder in your ears as you reached for the first disconnected cord. Your hand lightly grazed it. Vox flinched again, letting out a shaky breath. His fans sped up as you analyzed the cord, looking for any further damage.
Why were you going so far to help him?
'I should've ignored him,' you thought, realizing your mistake. Yet you continued and did nothing to distance yourself.
Vox's throat went dry. A large lump formed in his throat as you gently ran your fingers along the other wires, running your eyes over them with such intent. He could feel the bulge pressing against his pants. The fans working harder just to keep him sane. Even you heard the gulp he swallowed.
His hands gripped the armrest tighter, the leather groaning under his touch while he squeezed his eyes shut to focus on his breathing. Every touch he flinched, jerked, or let out a barely audible whimper.
"Sit still," you lowered your voice and tugged the wires in your hand harder. " Or I will rip these out of you." Vox's reaction was more apparent— more vocal. He let out a higher-pitched whine that he quickly quieted by biting his lips.
He swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking. "How do you expect me to be still when you touch me like that?" He finished with a breathy laugh.
You raised a brow. "It doesn't hurt?"
"Quite the opposite."
You don't know why, but you weren't disappointed by his words. In fact, it excited you more than you liked. With this new revelation, an idea came to mind. You extracted your wire tail and slowly brought the aux end to one of his ports. Before pushing it in, you paused.
All the other times you've plugged into anything, it was as a weapon. Into a device to hack it or steal data. The only person you've used it on was Vox. As part computer, you could receive his data, his thoughts, intentions, etc. You could also use it to send your data. Shoving your hurt and betrayal into him to make him feel what you felt, since that was the only way you thought you could get him to understand.
Never once did you think to use it to share an emotion such as pleasure. Until now. With his hardware slightly better than it was before, the pain was gone, and his sensor was overflowing with bliss. You wanted to feel it too.
So with a deep breath, holding it at the end, you pushed your tail into his port. Both of y'all moaned when you finished. It was so much better than you expected. Everything Vox was feeling, you felt. His physical and emotional feelings. However, for Vox, it was just physical, but still, he absolutely loved it. Always has. And always will.
"God, you have no idea how much I've missed this." He sighed while reaching a hand up to grab yours.
You smacked his hand away. A slight sting went to yours. "You don't want me to mess up, do you?" You playfully scolded.
Vox quickly put his hand back on the armrest. All logic and reasoning was quickly slipping away as you continued to play with his control panel. Stroking the wire, twirling it between your fingers, or rubbing it around his other ports. You knew which were fine to play with, which ones would actually cause problems, and even the ones he liked you touching, like the back of your palm now. All the sensations you were causing felt like pleasuring yourself. But of course, it just wasn't enough for either one of you.
"Fuck…" Vox whimpered, his claws moments away from ripping the handle off.
You could feel your own fans whirring faster. Every part of your body growing hotter despite it. You should stop this before it goes any further. This was a mistake—a disaster waiting to happen. But the way he moaned and whimpered while struggling to keep his body still is just too damn hot.
"Please…" He begged. "Touch me more."
Fuck it.
"You mean like this?" You asked while leaning in closer and purposefully letting your breath hit the back of his neck. Your hand slid down the slope between his neck and shoulder before going around to the front. His shoulders relaxed, and he lifted his head to let your hands roam. You felt his Adam's apple bob as you gently squeezed his throat.
"You know damn well what I mean." He groaned again.
You let out a light giggle and guided your hand further down, loosening his tie and slipping your finger under his shirt to rub your hand over his chest and nipples.
"If you want more," you slid your hand out of his shirt and turned his screen 180 to face you while making sure the fist full of wires in your hand didn't tangle any further. Y'all were inches away from each other. Stealing each other's air. Vox stared with his eyes slightly wider. "You gotta earn it first."
Vox basically fell out of his chair when he heard those words. He leaned back in the chair, pressing his lips to yours. The chair was quickly disregarded. Vox stood up, turning the rest of his body around and stepping into your space. You took a few steps back, and he followed until you hit your desk. His hands gripped your hips, sliding down your ass and scooping you up onto the surface.
He settled himself between your legs and kissed you with fervor. So many years apart, yet he still remembered every sensitive spot of your body. Small gasps escaped your throat as he greedily nipped and sucked your neck. Desperate to leave marks and show all of hell that you were still his. His hands ran over your thighs and your waist, settling just under your ribcage and pulling you closer. You felt his hips grind into you, both of y'all groaning at the friction y'all so desperately craved.
Before going any further, the wires still in your hand tugged him away. It sent a wave of pleasure and pain down both of y'all's bodies. His hands gripped you tighter despite it, not wanting to be away any longer. The kiss broke, and neither of y'all said anything. Silence so loud you could hear each other's racing heart and hot panting breaths.
"I said," you began, still breathing hard. "You have to earn it first."
Vox wordlessly fell to his knees, and the two of you ignored the pain that followed. You tilted your chin down and watched as he slowly began removing your bottoms. The rustle of fabric as he undid the button, the zipper following after, was all too exhilarating. You were sure you were already soaked. His hand gently caressed your calf and over your shin until it reached your knee. His touch was softer compared to how tense the air is in the moment.
One leg slid out of the fabric, then the other. Vox put the clothing beside him and looked up at you as he placed even softer kisses up your leg. You gasped quietly when he reached your inner thigh and nipped slightly harder. You squirmed under his touch, trying to wait as patiently as possible and not seem desperate. But of course, he noticed. And of course, he decided to tease you a bit longer. His metal claws grazing against your legs while his mouth inched closer and closer, but not reaching the part you needed most.
"Hurry up already." You released a frustrated huff, tossing your head back slightly.
"Oh, you poor thing," Vox mocked and stopped kissing your skin to look up at you. "You're so pretty when you're needy."
You scoffed and lifted your head back to watch his reaction as you tugged harder at the wires in your hand. Vox's demeanor instantly changed. The smug cockiness from before vanished as he squeezed his eyes shut and moaned as he surrendered into your touch.
"Remember who has the advantage right now." You kept your grip for a few more seconds before releasing them. You and Vox panted. He opened his eyes and looked up at you again with a more pathetic look this time. A smirk tugged at your lips as you saw his face. Pupils blown, brows upturned, sharp teeth slightly showing as he panted. Your eyes trailed lower, going over his ruffled shirt and lopsided tie. All the way to bulge in his pants that was basically on display with the way he sat back on his legs, knees spread far apart.
He always was a performer, no matter the situation. Displaying himself to whoever it was he was trying to win over. A client or an audience. Or you. Vox finally stopped playing and pressed his tongue into your aching pussy. You moaned louder than intended and rested your head back. Vox licked and sucked your clit, shoving his tongue inside while rubbing his hands over your waist and hips and down your thighs. But then his hands slipped away, moving to his pants instead. He didn't even get the chance to palm himself over his pants before you caught his wrist.
"Please me first." Your voice was frail, almost sounding like a question rather than a demand. Still, he followed, but not with a little fight.
He rolled his eyes and groaned with false annoyance against your cunt. The vibration was sent straight through your body, causing you to arch your back and grind against his face some more. He caressed your body all over, settling on your breast where he pinched and massaged your nipples.
"Just like that…" you moaned again and met his gaze. "Such a good boy…great at following my orders." You watched with a knowing smile, expecting his next reaction.
His eyes widened, and a not-so-subtle blush spread across his screen. His mouth stuttered for a second before continuing with much more enthusiasm, his tongue digging deeper and curling inside to hit the sweet spots he remembered. Your whimpers grew louder and more frequent. You whispered praise and applause every now and then between moans and gasps. His cock throbbed with each one, growing more painful by the second.
"Fuck you're doing such a good job… keep making me feel so good."
And he did. The wires in your hand tugged harder than ever before, causing you and Vox to whine louder. The knot that had been growing in your core was too much to handle. Not long after, you were cumming all over his screen, back arching and head tossed back. Vox continued rubbing his tongue against you until your body stopped shaking. A few seconds passed. The room was filled with nothing but panting breaths.
You finally lifted your head and the two of you stared at each other for some time before you sat up more properly with legs still on his shoulders. With no warning you turned his screen to face away from you unplugged your tail and started fixing his panel like yall were meant to do originally.
When the metal sheet was back on, you swung your legs off his shoulder and hopped off the desk to put your pants back on.
"Cmon, don't tell me you're done." Vox teased sitting in the spot you just were at.
"We are." You answered coldly.
"I did what you asked. Can I please get my reward now—"
Vox glanced down at his crotch for a second to signal to you what he wanted, but had to do a second glance when he saw the large spot over his now non-existent bulge.
"Seems like you already got it." You smirked, looking back at him.
"I-uh—" his face was ten shades darker now with the blush. "n-no that doesn't count!"
"I came," you look down, "you came," and back at him. "I'd say that's pretty even."
He took a moment to recollect himself. He quietly stared as you put everything back the way it was before.
"Well, can't we just… hang out?" He asked quietly, fiddling with his fingers and glancing up just once.
"What are you, a teenager? No." You walked across the room and opened the door wide for him to leave.
He stood up and walked your way but stopped in front of you. "I meant more than the sex when I said I missed this."
"I miss you." He added while lifting his hand and placing it on your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheekbone, and he continued.
"I miss everything about you—your laugh, your care—you, all of you."
You stared. For a second, Vox believed you might ask him to stay.
"Well, you should've thought of that before you fucked everything up, huh." You smacked his hand off.
"I'm sorry."
You ignored his pleas and pushed him by his shoulders to have him back out of the room.
"And I don't believe you." You said just before slamming the door in his face.
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I almost didn’t post this because MY DUMB FUCKING SELF DIDNT SAVE AND IT DELETED EVERYTHING!!! I was so sad I literally almost cried bc I wrote most of this in one night…
A scene from my 9-1-1 Royal AU fic I have(nt) been working on. I’m slowly getting back into 9-1-1 and Buddie so we’ll see where that goes…
Little context: Buck, Maddie, Eddie, Chris all royals. Maddie and Eddie arranged marriage but of course him and Buck still find their way to each other like always.
Warnings: Oral sex & semi public sex
“Hey there.” Buck quietly shut the door behind him, leaning back against it as he watched Eddie.
“Hi, did you need something? I'm kind of busy.” Eddie didn’t look up from the stack of papers underneath him, keeping his answer blunt and short. If he had, he probably would’ve noticed the mischievous smile growing on Buck's face.
“You’ve been stuck in here all day.” Buck kept his hands behind his back as he took a few steps closer to Eddie’s desk. “You must be bored, tired… pent up?”
Eddie finally looked up, eyeing Buck as he walked around the desk, trailing his finger along the hard wooden edge. “Where are you going with this?”
“Just trying to help.” Buck placed his hands on Eddie's shoulder, pushing his chair back to give him enough room to straddle Eddie.
“I could use a break…” A smile grew on Eddie's face as he wrapped his hands around Buck's waist.
The two leaned in and pressed their lips together. Sweet and light at first, just a few pecks in before Buck started to move his hips. Eddie groaned against his mouth. Buck took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into Eddie's mouth.
Buck kept grinding as they made out, running a hand through Eddie's hair while the other began to untuck his shirt. Eddie followed, moving his hands lower to squeeze Buck's ass before untucking his shirt as well. Both now had a hand underneath each other's shirt, rubbing all over the other's bare chest, savoring the moment.
Buck pulled away, evening his breathing as he lowered himself. Eddie stayed quiet, watching while he slid underneath his desk. Once Buck was on his knees, he ran his hands up Eddie's leg, smirking at the tent in his pants and looking up at Eddie through his lashes. He leaned in closer, placing a few kisses over the cloth, making Eddie shiver. Buck then wrapped a finger around the waistband and pulled everything down to let Eddie free.
Eddie swallowed hard as he waited in anticipation for Buck to wrap around his cock, practically squirming in his seat. Buck let out a small chuckle just before licking up Eddie's cock. He let out a shuddering sigh and melted into his seat as he continued.
Buck spat in his hand before wrapping it around Eddie’s dick. Slowly moving up and down, mixing and spreading his saliva with Eddie's precum. After a few strokes, Buck let go and lowered his mouth. He placed a kiss on Eddie's tip, licking at the slit, teasing Eddie before fully wrapping his mouth around it. Eddie lifted a hand, placing it over his mouth, trying to stifle all the noises that Buck easily drew out.
It was late. Neither thought someone would catch them, but you can never be too careful, right?
Buck hollowed his cheeks, going further until Eddie hit the back of his throat. He kept his pace steady as he bobbed up and down. Eddie leaned forward, resting his forehead on the edge of his desk, and watched Buck speed up. Eddie couldn’t help but admire how Buck looked underneath him, sucking his cock, lips swollen, eyes wet while licked and kissed all over his cock. He was going to grab a handful of Buck’s hair, caress his cheek and more, but he quickly shot up instead when there was a knock on the door.
He instinctively scooted his chair closer to the desk to hide Buck, pushing further into his mouth, making him gag at the sudden shift. Buck pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while Eddie ran a hand through his hair, trying to seem decent before telling whoever was on the other side to come in.
“Hello, Your Highness, you never came down for dinner.” A servant walked in with a tray of food. “I thought I’d bring it to you so you can keep on with your work.”
“Uh, y-yes, thank you, just set it—“ Eddie quickly shut his mouth, biting his lip to stop the moan from exiting his mouth. He bit down harder, almost drawing blood, trying to have the pain overpower the pleasure he was receiving down below.
Buck wrapped his lips around Eddie again, being slow and deliberate with every move. Teasing him far worse than before, driving Eddie absolutely insane.
“Is everything alright, Your Highness?” The servant set the tray on the side desk before walking closer, but stopped when Eddie abruptly raised his hand.
“E-everything is fine, just a stiff back from sitting down all day.” He dropped his head slightly, trying to hide his flustered face.
“Would you like me to bring the physician?”
“No!” Eddie replied a bit too fast, leaning back in his chair and digging his nails into his thigh to keep his last bit of sanity. Meanwhile, when he glanced down at Buck, he looked like he was having the time of his life.
“I’ll go visit a-after I’m done. Thanks again, but you can leave now.” Eddie’s breathing grew heavier feeling Buck speed up and getting closer to finishing.
“Alright…” They answered, slightly unconvinced. “Have a good night, Your Highness.” They finally left, shutting the door behind them. Eddie relaxed for a second, letting out a quick sigh as he looked back at Buck.
He could tell Buck was unbelievably turned on about what just happened, and he couldn’t completely deny his own feelings either. Eddie brought his hand to his mouth again, while the other was finally able to run through Buck's hair. Eddie lightly tugged, causing Buck to moan around him. It wasn't much longer before Eddie was a mess. A panting, flushed, sweating, and shaking mess as he came in Buck's mouth, who drank up every droplet and moan greedily.
After a few seconds, Eddie pulled Buck up from under his desk by his hair until they were just a few inches away. “You are such a fucking idiot.” He whispered, still catching his breath. “Why would you continue knowing someone was in the room?”
“Did you not enjoy it?” Buck raised a brow, staring into Eddie's dark, dilated eyes with the same flirty smile from before.
Eddie didn't respond immediately. He narrowed his gaze before ultimately sighing in defeat and letting his curls go. “I did.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Buck asked as he stood straight and tucked his shirt back into his pants, trying to hide his own bulge and make sure everything was the way it was before.
“We could have been caught.” Eddie did the same, looking away from Buck to fix his own outfit.
He grabbed Eddie's chin, guiding him to look over, and brought his face closer. “That’s what makes this all the more exciting.” He then placed a kiss on his lips. Eddie instantly sank into his gentle, very loving touch. Buck pulled away first, heading to the door, stopping just before exiting the office.
“If you want to go again without any interruptions this time, you know where to find me…”
“Good night… Your Highness.” Buck added and winked, closing the door behind him with a small click. Eddie gulped, face flushing all over again. Buck calling him that should not have been that hot…
I’ve been seeing a lot of wireplay on TikTok and decided who not better than Vox himself. This can be a stand alone but I’m also adding it to my Vox x reader fic (My Underworld on AO3)
Also I’m not rly updating the fic atm bc of some health issues but I just want to post something yk. If u see any spelling mistakes lmk and don’t be afraid to leave a comment!!
You and Vox were in a relationship for quite some time. Not the healthiest, as he always lied and was a manipulative narcissist asshole who also happened to take some of your memories away to keep you “happy”. But of course it didn’t last, and when you inevitably remembered you lost your shit. You broke things off and made a life for yourself in hell without him. Tried to at least. After quite a long time of not speaking, only in the same room for overlord meetings and a few words for interlinked clients, he shows up to your private office (that he shouldn’t be able to access) in dire need of your help.
What will you do?
Decisions Decisions
You've always had headaches. When alive you were always staring at screen, 24/7, 365, for work and basically everything else in your life. And afterlife as it seems. Only now, in hell are they much worse. Cause of death and all. This one was especially aweful. You rested your elbows on your desk and rubbed your temples for any sense of relief, but to no avail.
You should call it for the night, but there's just so much work to do. Just as you were about to push through and go back to work, a frantic knock echoed throughout your quiet office. You looked up with furrowed brows. Everyone in this part of the building should be gone. Not many people had access to your hallway either. 'Probably important,' you thought. So you let out a soft groan as you pushed yourself out of the chair and walked across the room.
When you opened it, you saw your ex, Vox, leaning against the doorframe, hunched over, trembling slightly. He slowly lifted his head, and you noticed his face contorted in pain.
"Vox?!" You shouted. "What the fu—" before you could demand an answer, his screen glitched, and he toppled over again with a painful groan. It took a few seconds to end, but after he looked up again. "I need your help…" he begged
"What?"
"I was replacing some damaged hardware and something went wrong and I—"
His words were cut off as he groaned and hunched over again. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot repeatedly, believing it was just some ploy. But then he fell to his knees. Your hands uncrossed, twitching his way to help before realizing that it was him. Vox suddenly grabbed your hand. Quick and desperate but gentle. It sent a shock down your spine. You convinced yourself it was his powers messing up. When y'all made eye contact, you saw his face glitching uncontrollably—pops of color and all his other faces flashing and mixing together.
So he wasn't lying…
"Please…" he whispered in between his panting breaths. "You're the only person I trust enough to do it."
All these years and he still trusts you… You stared for a moment, considering your decision. Reluctantly, you sighed and ripped your hand away.
"Fine… Just this once."
You turned around, walking back to your desk. Vox struggled to stand up from the floor. His claws dug into the frame, fighting hard not to lose his balance as he tumbled over his feet as he followed you inside. The door shut quietly behind y'all once he was in. You used your wired tail and pulled your rolling chair from behind your desk for him to sit on.
He plopped down in the leather seat with a groan, rolling away the slightest bit. You set a small tool kit on your desk, pulling out a screwdriver. Vox was too far, so you grabbed the top and pulled him closer. His eyes widen but quickly returned to pain. His arm twitched when you began unscrewing the first one. You unfortunately noticed, and without thinking, you paused for his sake. Only for a heartbeat, though.
With a surprisingly gentle touch, you began unscrewing all the other parts. His breathing stuttered as you did. Once done, you set the metal sheet beside the toolbox. When you came back, Vox tilted his head further down, giving you a better view of his control panel. Every wire, every switch, every outlet was at your fingertips for your disposal. Just lying there in the open. On display. Exposed.
You stared at it for a good while. Something about it was so strange and intimate. Your heart grew louder in your ears as you reached for the first disconnected cord. Your hand lightly grazed it. Vox flinched again, letting out a shaky breath. His fans sped up as you analyzed the cord, looking for any further damage.
Why were you going so far to help him?
'I should've ignored him,' you thought, realizing your mistake. Yet you continued and did nothing to distance yourself.
Vox's throat went dry. A large lump formed in his throat as you gently ran your fingers along the other wires, running your eyes over them with such intent. He could feel the bulge pressing against his pants. The fans working harder just to keep him sane. Even you heard the gulp he swallowed.
His hands gripped the armrest tighter, the leather groaning under his touch while he squeezed his eyes shut to focus on his breathing. Every touch he flinched, jerked, or let out a barely audible whimper.
"Sit still," you lowered your voice and tugged the wires in your hand harder. " Or I will rip these out of you." Vox's reaction was more apparent— more vocal. He let out a higher-pitched whine that he quickly quieted by biting his lips.
He swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking. "How do you expect me to be still when you touch me like that?" He finished with a breathy laugh.
You raised a brow. "It doesn't hurt?"
"Quite the opposite."
You don't know why, but you weren't disappointed by his words. In fact, it excited you more than you liked. With this new revelation, an idea came to mind. You extracted your wire tail and slowly brought the aux end to one of his ports. Before pushing it in, you paused.
All the other times you've plugged into anything, it was as a weapon. Into a device to hack it or steal data. The only person you've used it on was Vox. As part computer, you could receive his data, his thoughts, intentions, etc. You could also use it to send your data. Shoving your hurt and betrayal into him to make him feel what you felt, since that was the only way you thought you could get him to understand.
Never once did you think to use it to share an emotion such as pleasure. Until now. With his hardware slightly better than it was before, the pain was gone, and his sensor was overflowing with bliss. You wanted to feel it too.
So with a deep breath, holding it at the end, you pushed your tail into his port. Both of y'all moaned when you finished. It was so much better than you expected. Everything Vox was feeling, you felt. His physical and emotional feelings. However, for Vox, it was just physical, but still, he absolutely loved it. Always has. And always will.
"God, you have no idea how much I've missed this." He sighed while reaching a hand up to grab yours.
You smacked his hand away. A slight sting went to yours. "You don't want me to mess up, do you?" You playfully scolded.
Vox quickly put his hand back on the armrest. All logic and reasoning was quickly slipping away as you continued to play with his control panel. Stroking the wire, twirling it between your fingers, or rubbing it around his other ports. You knew which were fine to play with, which ones would actually cause problems, and even the ones he liked you touching, like the back of your palm now. All the sensations you were causing felt like pleasuring yourself. But of course, it just wasn't enough for either one of you.
"Fuck…" Vox whimpered, his claws moments away from ripping the handle off.
You could feel your own fans whirring faster. Every part of your body growing hotter despite it. You should stop this before it goes any further. This was a mistake—a disaster waiting to happen. But the way he moaned and whimpered while struggling to keep his body still is just too damn hot.
"Please…" He begged. "Touch me more."
Fuck it.
"You mean like this?" You asked while leaning in closer and purposefully letting your breath hit the back of his neck. Your hand slid down the slope between his neck and shoulder before going around to the front. His shoulders relaxed, and he lifted his head to let your hands roam. You felt his Adam's apple bob as you gently squeezed his throat.
"You know damn well what I mean." He groaned again.
You let out a light giggle and guided your hand further down, loosening his tie and slipping your finger under his shirt to rub your hand over his chest and nipples.
"If you want more," you slid your hand out of his shirt and turned his screen 180 to face you while making sure the fist full of wires in your hand didn't tangle any further. Y'all were inches away from each other. Stealing each other's air. Vox stared with his eyes slightly wider. "You gotta earn it first."
Vox basically fell out of his chair when he heard those words. He leaned back in the chair, pressing his lips to yours. The chair was quickly disregarded. Vox stood up, turning the rest of his body around and stepping into your space. You took a few steps back, and he followed until you hit your desk. His hands gripped your hips, sliding down your ass and scooping you up onto the surface.
He settled himself between your legs and kissed you with fervor. So many years apart, yet he still remembered every sensitive spot of your body. Small gasps escaped your throat as he greedily nipped and sucked your neck. Desperate to leave marks and show all of hell that you were still his. His hands ran over your thighs and your waist, settling just under your ribcage and pulling you closer. You felt his hips grind into you, both of y'all groaning at the friction y'all so desperately craved.
Before going any further, the wires still in your hand tugged him away. It sent a wave of pleasure and pain down both of y'all's bodies. His hands gripped you tighter despite it, not wanting to be away any longer. The kiss broke, and neither of y'all said anything. Silence so loud you could hear each other's racing heart and hot panting breaths.
"I said," you began, still breathing hard. "You have to earn it first."
Vox wordlessly fell to his knees, and the two of you ignored the pain that followed. You tilted your chin down and watched as he slowly began removing your bottoms. The rustle of fabric as he undid the button, the zipper following after, was all too exhilarating. You were sure you were already soaked. His hand gently caressed your calf and over your shin until it reached your knee. His touch was softer compared to how tense the air is in the moment.
One leg slid out of the fabric, then the other. Vox put the clothing beside him and looked up at you as he placed even softer kisses up your leg. You gasped quietly when he reached your inner thigh and nipped slightly harder. You squirmed under his touch, trying to wait as patiently as possible and not seem desperate. But of course, he noticed. And of course, he decided to tease you a bit longer. His metal claws grazing against your legs while his mouth inched closer and closer, but not reaching the part you needed most.
"Hurry up already." You released a frustrated huff, tossing your head back slightly.
"Oh, you poor thing," Vox mocked and stopped kissing your skin to look up at you. "You're so pretty when you're needy."
You scoffed and lifted your head back to watch his reaction as you tugged harder at the wires in your hand. Vox's demeanor instantly changed. The smug cockiness from before vanished as he squeezed his eyes shut and moaned as he surrendered into your touch.
"Remember who has the advantage right now." You kept your grip for a few more seconds before releasing them. You and Vox panted. He opened his eyes and looked up at you again with a more pathetic look this time. A smirk tugged at your lips as you saw his face. Pupils blown, brows upturned, sharp teeth slightly showing as he panted. Your eyes trailed lower, going over his ruffled shirt and lopsided tie. All the way to bulge in his pants that was basically on display with the way he sat back on his legs, knees spread far apart.
He always was a performer, no matter the situation. Displaying himself to whoever it was he was trying to win over. A client or an audience. Or you. Vox finally stopped playing and pressed his tongue into your aching pussy. You moaned louder than intended and rested your head back. Vox licked and sucked your clit, shoving his tongue inside while rubbing his hands over your waist and hips and down your thighs. But then his hands slipped away, moving to his pants instead. He didn't even get the chance to palm himself over his pants before you caught his wrist.
"Please me first." Your voice was frail, almost sounding like a question rather than a demand. Still, he followed, but not with a little fight.
He rolled his eyes and groaned with false annoyance against your cunt. The vibration was sent straight through your body, causing you to arch your back and grind against his face some more. He caressed your body all over, settling on your breast where he pinched and massaged your nipples.
"Just like that…" you moaned again and met his gaze. "Such a good boy…great at following my orders." You watched with a knowing smile, expecting his next reaction.
His eyes widened, and a not-so-subtle blush spread across his screen. His mouth stuttered for a second before continuing with much more enthusiasm, his tongue digging deeper and curling inside to hit the sweet spots he remembered. Your whimpers grew louder and more frequent. You whispered praise and applause every now and then between moans and gasps. His cock throbbed with each one, growing more painful by the second.
"Fuck you're doing such a good job… keep making me feel so good."
And he did. The wires in your hand tugged harder than ever before, causing you and Vox to whine louder. The knot that had been growing in your core was too much to handle. Not long after, you were cumming all over his screen, back arching and head tossed back. Vox continued rubbing his tongue against you until your body stopped shaking. A few seconds passed. The room was filled with nothing but panting breaths.
You finally lifted your head and the two of you stared at each other for some time before you sat up more properly with legs still on his shoulders. With no warning you turned his screen to face away from you unplugged your tail and started fixing his panel like yall were meant to do originally.
When the metal sheet was back on, you swung your legs off his shoulder and hopped off the desk to put your pants back on.
"Cmon, don't tell me you're done." Vox teased sitting in the spot you just were at.
"We are." You answered coldly.
"I did what you asked. Can I please get my reward now—"
Vox glanced down at his crotch for a second to signal to you what he wanted, but had to do a second glance when he saw the large spot over his now non-existent bulge.
"Seems like you already got it." You smirked, looking back at him.
"I-uh—" his face was ten shades darker now with the blush. "n-no that doesn't count!"
"I came," you look down, "you came," and back at him. "I'd say that's pretty even."
He took a moment to recollect himself. He quietly stared as you put everything back the way it was before.
"Well, can't we just… hang out?" He asked quietly, fiddling with his fingers and glancing up just once.
"What are you, a teenager? No." You walked across the room and opened the door wide for him to leave.
He stood up and walked your way but stopped in front of you. "I meant more than the sex when I said I missed this."
"I miss you." He added while lifting his hand and placing it on your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheekbone, and he continued.
"I miss everything about you—your laugh, your care—you, all of you."
You stared. For a second, Vox believed you might ask him to stay.
"Well, you should've thought of that before you fucked everything up, huh." You smacked his hand off.
"I'm sorry."
You ignored his pleas and pushed him by his shoulders to have him back out of the room.
"And I don't believe you." You said just before slamming the door in his face.
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I almost didn’t post this because MY DUMB FUCKING SELF DIDNT SAVE AND IT DELETED EVERYTHING!!! I was so sad I literally almost cried bc I wrote most of this in one night…
Summary: An event which causes unplanned interruption in operations or functions for an unacceptable length of time.
Warnings: Blood, blood kink, light somnophilia, Wireplay, belly bulge, demon x human relationship, choking, finger sucking, AFAB reader
Word count: 2517
A/N: I’m posting the entire chapter on here to try and get better at using the app and spread my fic out there to gain some more traction.
The entire thing is on AO3 and Wattpad if you wanna read more than just smut😅
Anyways hope you enjoy💕💕
Hot.
It's so fucking hot.
Why is it so hot?
Your chest heaved up and down as your sweat soaked the sheets. You felt something move in between your legs, grazing and teasing your clit. It gently pushed into you with your underwear still in between. A quiet moan escaped your lips and your back arched slightly. You went to pull the covers off to try to cool down and see what was going on but then you realized your hands were bound together.
Your eyes fluttered open as you started to wake up. You looked up and saw a wire holding your hands against the headboard. You looked back ahead when you felt the sheets slide off. One of Vox's wires pulled them off before he popped on the TV in front of you.
The one teasing you continued, gently rubbing back and forth against your clit. There was a faint buzz in the wire making it feel even more pleasurable.
Your lips formed a straight line as you tried to quiet your moans. You arched more to chase the feeling.
"Do you want me to stop?" Vox asked continuing to tease you.
All you could do was shake your head.
"Cmon use your words."
"No..." you whimpered.
"No what?"
"Please... " You swallowed the lump in your throat. It was embarrassing begging but it felt all too good not to. "Please don't stop!"
"That's what I thought."
The wire pulled away and wrapped around your underwear before pulling them down. He tossed them on the floor and went back to you. Against your bare skin, the wire felt ten times better.
You squirmed under Vox's touch, moaning as one slid inside and another kept its buzzing energy on your clit. The wire inside curled and poked at all the right spots, moving in and out. It was driving you insane. While Vox continued to watch as he fuck you. A knot started to grow in your stomach. You instinctively squeezed your legs shut not wanting to cum too fast.
"Uh-uh," more wires wrapped around each of your legs spreading them apart. "Let me see that pretty pussy of yours."
"Vox!" Your moans grew louder and more frequent as he quickened his pace.
The knot grew large until eventually you couldn't hold it in any longer. A long whiny moan followed, quick and heavy breaths as you came all over the wire.
Even after you finished Vox kept moving. Your legs shook as he sped up even faster. The pleasure slowly turned to pain as he overstimulated you.
Just as you were about to say something Vox finally pulled the wire out along with all the other ones. He brought it to his mouth and sucked the juices off the wire. "You taste even better than I imagined." He hummed.
You were still out of breath and your legs were still shaking. Bruised already formed around your wrist and ankles from the wires that were wrapped. Your mind was blank still riding the high of the best orgasm you had in your entire life.
"We're not done yet." His voice finally brought you back.
You lifted your head just enough to look at him and your breath hitched when you did. The tv showed nothing but static as an arm reached through the screen. Neon blue claws dug into the nearby wall as he pushed himself out. His head and other arm came out next. one leg after the other as he climbed out of the tv until his whole body was through.
A trail of red liquid spilled from his mouth as he grinned. He hovered over you staring like a predator about to attack his prey.
You lay there frozen. Not in fear but in awe. You craned your neck up as he walked closer. His head barely missed the ceiling even while slouching.
Vox crawled over you and the bed beneath yall groaned under his weight. He stuck his light blue tongue out still smirking as he licked a long wet trail from your hip bone to the tip of your chin, going over your belly button and nipple. He lifted getting a good look at you before pressing his mouth against yours.
His hand ran up the other side of your body as yall made out. He pulled away and grazed his mouth against your ear. You shivered under his touch and took in a shaky breath. "Now the real fun can begin." He whispered before connecting his mouth to your neck.
Vox left dozens of hickeys as he went down your body. He wrapped his ginormous hands under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed with him. He sat on the floor and tossed your legs over his shoulder.
More hickies and kisses were planted along the inside of your thigh inching closer and closer towards your sex. His matching neon tongue sucked at your clit before sliding it inside your dripping hole.
You gasped louder and gripped the sheets beneath you. It was a totally different sensation that was overwhelming in all the right ways.
You called out his name, trying to tell him you were close and to slow down but only pathetic moans and whines came out.
One hand let go of your thigh and trailed up the side of your body. He carefully grazed his claw against your skin as he roamed. Vox looked up at you, mouth still connected to you as he stretched you with his tongue. You couldn't look up to see it but you felt his smile form against your skin.
Vox took his hand off your chest. The sound of a zipper followed shortly after. You lifted your head and watched Vox pull his cock out.
You didn't think it was small but you certainly didn't think it was this large. It was long and smooth-looking. The tip was the same color as his claws lighting up the area around him. You couldn't think too much with Vox's tongue still inside of you.
He began stroking himself. Long slow strokes as he continued to eat you out. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you rested back.
Not too long after, you came again all over Vox's screen. He pulled his tongue out slurping all your juice in the process. After he was done he trailed kisses back up before connecting your mouth with his and letting you taste yourself.
Vox then picked you up, turning you around so that you were on your hands and knees. "It'll be easier like this." He whispered in your ear before taking his shirt off.
You held your breath waiting for Vox to push his cock inside of you. You couldn't tell if you were shaking from the previous orgasms or the fear of him literally ripping you in half.
"Relax... just use your words." He curled his fingers around your hip. You gave a quick nod and took in a slow deep breath.
Vox stroked his cock some more before pressing it against you. He teased your hole and began pressing inside you.
Your breath hitched. It wasn't even inside you that much and it was already hurting. You could feel how much he was stretching you. The burning and feeling like you were about to be torn in half.
Vox noticed your discomfort and paused. As the minutes passed, Vox rubbed his palm on your back trying to help you relax. It worked wonders. Once he felt your muscles relax he pushed in further and further.
"Hurts..." you gasped out. You tried keeping your breath steady but it was impossible.
"I'm sorry my love." He planted a kiss on the crown of your head and gently grabbed your hand. You instantly squeezed it, digging your nails into his palm trying to balance the pain. Vox didn't care in fact he could barely feel it.
It was almost funny seeing how weak you were. "Just a little more. You're doing so good."
You both moaned as he finally fit all of his cock inside you. Your head dangled as you caught your breath and adjusted. You could see Vox's body pressed up against you from between your legs. The bulge coming from your stomach wasn't hard to miss either.
It amazed you. That you could actually fit all of him inside you. The faint glow behind your skin was barely visible even in the dark.
Vox slowly began moving. Only pulling out a little before pushing back inside. With each stroke, he pulled further out still going slow. You continued to watch the bulge disappear and reappear. The glow would go dim then brighten again when it reached the surface of your skin.
A hologram then materialized in front of you. You slowly lifted your head up to see the video that was playing. It was a live feed from Vox's perspective. "Look how well you're taking me." He whispered as he began rocking his hips faster. "Stretching around me so nicely."
You dropped your head and moaned louder. You felt so full but couldn't get enough of him at the same time. Vox slid his hand around your throat and forced you to look back at the video.
"Watch." He ordered, tightening his grip. "Watch me fuck your tight cunt."
His hips rocked even harder into you. Tears dripped from your face as you cried out his name. The pleasure was so intense. Too intense for you to form a single thought. The bed creaked even louder on the verge of breaking.
Vox kept one hand around your throat while the other grabbed your arms and tied them behind your back. He pressed kisses on your neck and back making sure to leave a hickey with each bruising kiss.
He let go of your arms and slid his hand to your chest. He then lifted you, backs pressed together as you sat on his lap.
Your eyes widened and whined louder. His cock somehow felt even deeper than before. Thankfully Vox stopped moving letting you readjust to his size. You couldn't support your head any longer and rested on Vox's shoulder.
Both of y'all were panting. You could feel the hot air shooting from his gills with each one. Vox loosened his grip around your throat sliding it up your mouth. His middle finger slid in first then his ring.
You closed your mouth and sucked his claws. He pushed further down your throat making you gag, but he didn't care. And neither did you.
Vox continued to fuck your mouth with his hand, speeding up his movements. Saliva spilled down your chin and the rest of your body. As you sucked, his claws grazed the back of your throat and cheek unintentionally slicing it.
The metallic taste grew, now your blood and his metal fingers mixed in your mouth. Vox didn't realize it until he saw the red liquid spilling out of your mouth.
"Shit did I cut you?" He pulled his fingers out. A string of spit connected between your mouth and his hand until it snapped. You gasped and coughed as he stared at his hand. It was covered in your red saliva already sliding down his arm from how much was on there.
"It's not that bad." You whispered already missing the feeling. You turned your neck to look at Vox. He was already staring at you with a slightly shocked face. It quickly turned into a soft genuine smile.
Way different than before.
"You're something else." He laughed softly before looking down. Your eyes followed.
In the position yall were in the outline of his cock was more visible. He pressed his hand against it and your body jerked. You rested your head back on his shoulder as you moaned.
"Fuck..." you drawled out as he slowly started to move. He peppered kisses along your neck and down your shoulder.
"I...I wanna face you." You moaned as you rolled your neck to give him more space. Vox hummed against your skin before wrapping his hands around your waist and picking you up with ease.
It felt like your stomach literally dropped when Vox pulled out. You clenched your jaw trying to stay quiet but failed as he slid back in slowly and carefully.
"Do I make you feel that good?" He teased settling a hand on the back of your neck while the other remained wrapped around your waist.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "Shut up." You breathed out before pressing your mouth against him.
You felt his lip turn up as you kissed. It didn't last long as he stuck his tongue in your mouth.
It was way longer than yours, immediately taking control of the make-out. He tilted your head back and pushed his tongue further into your mouth. Your bloody saliva mixed with his and you swallowed each other's moans.
A regular make-out was amazing but the hint of blood in your mouth drove you both crazy. You mindlessly moved your hand against the back of Vox's screen, feeling the grooves and ports he had.
You swirled your finger around one and instantly got a reaction. His dick twitched inside and his rhythm hitched. He stopped for a second to change positions. He lay you on the bed still facing him. One leg on each side of him and his hand wrapped around your throat.
His hips started to move again. Slow at first but that didn't last long.
"Vox!" You whined as his grip tightened around your throat. His claws pricked the side of your neck as he squeezed and put some weight down.
The corners of your vision started to go black. Less and less oxygen filled your lungs with each painful breath. "Vox..." you struggled to get out. You tapped his arm trying to warn him but you couldn't muster the strength.
Everything went dark shortly after.
You gasped for air as you shot up from the bed. Sweat dripped down your face as you realized everything was just a dream.
"What the fuck was that...?" You asked yourself placing your head in your hands.
"You tell me!"
Your head snapped up at the familiar voice. Vox was there on your TV like usual. His brow was raised looking at you weirdly.
"Vox? What are you doing here?" your face flushed in embarrassment.
"You were the one shouting my name I thought you were having a fucking nightmare or some shit."
A wire wrapped around your wrist, feeling your pulse. "Your heart is racing."
You groaned and put your head back in your free hand. Your face grew red even more. You didn't know how much he knew. Shouting not moaning he said so maybe it wasn't that obvious. How long was he actually listening for though?
You tossed the covers off and the cord unwrapped. You headed inside the bathroom to take a very cold shower.
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Your eyes widen and whined louder. His cock somehow felt even deeper than before. Thankfully Vox stopped moving letting you readjust to his size. You couldn't support your head any longer and rested in on Vox's shoulder.
Both of yall were panting. You could feel the hot air shooting from his gills with each one. Vox loosened his grip around your throat sliding it up your mouth. His middle finger slid in first then his ring.
You closed your mouth and sucked his claws. He pushed further down your throat making you gag, but he didn't care. Vox continued to fuck your mouth with his hand speeding up his movements.
Saliva spilled down your chin and down the rest of your body. As you sucks his claws grazed the back of your throat and cheek unintentionally slicing it.
The metallic taste grew, now your blood and his metal fingers mixed in your mouth. Vox didn't realize it until he saw the red liquid spilling out your mouth.
"Shit did I cut you?" He pulled his fingers out. A string and spit connected between yall still until it snapped. You gasped and coughed as he stared at his hand. It was covered in your red saliva already sliding down his arm from how much was on there.
"It's not that bad." You whispered already missing the feeling. You turned your neck to look at Vox. He was already staring at you with a slightly shocked face. It quickly turned into a soft genuine smile.
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"Ok… don't panic or anything." Vox stated calmly. "You might have a stalker."
"What!?" You shouted dropping the trash bag. "F-for how long!? Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
"For this exact reason. I didn't want you to freak out." His face shrunk slightly.
You scoffed. "A stalker is something to freak out about Vox."
"Whatever I've been keeping an eye on him making sure he doesn't actually harm you." He looked away as he grumbled. You left and threw the trash out. When you came back he spoke again.
"Do you want me to do something about it?" He asked as you washed your hands.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Scare him… or something more serious." Your brows furrowed but you didn't look up. Vox sounded flirty. Like he wanted you to choose the other option.
"You said you've been watching them right?"
"Yes."
You took in a deep breath and grabbed the hand towel near you. You dried your hands off as you walked in front of the fridge and leaned against the counter. "I trust that you'll do something if it becomes more serious."
Vox grinned, more than happy with your response. "I'll do anything you want, babydoll."
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Your eyes widen and whined louder. His cock somehow felt even deeper than before. Thankfully Vox stopped moving letting you readjust to his size. You couldn't support your head any longer and rested in on Vox's shoulder.
Both of yall were panting. You could feel the hot air shooting from his gills with each one. Vox loosened his grip around your throat sliding it up your mouth. His middle finger slid in first then his ring.
You closed your mouth and sucked his claws. He pushed further down your throat making you gag, but he didn't care. Vox continued to fuck your mouth with his hand speeding up his movements.
Saliva spilled down your chin and down the rest of your body. As you sucks his claws grazed the back of your throat and cheek unintentionally slicing it.
The metallic taste grew, now your blood and his metal fingers mixed in your mouth. Vox didn't realize it until he saw the red liquid spilling out your mouth.
"Shit did I cut you?" He pulled his fingers out. A string and spit connected between yall still until it snapped. You gasped and coughed as he stared at his hand. It was covered in your red saliva already sliding down his arm from how much was on there.
"It's not that bad." You whispered already missing the feeling. You turned your neck to look at Vox. He was already staring at you with a slightly shocked face. It quickly turned into a soft genuine smile.
You were typing on your computer once again, invested in your latest project when something rammed into your foot. You wince in pain, immediately rolling your chair back to see what had happened, while picking up your hurt foot to soothe it. The small robot vacuum beneath you reversed before slamming into your other foot.
"Ow, what the hell was that for!?" You shout having a pretty good idea of what, or rather who was causing this malfunction.
The robot finally stopped moving but the small speaker next to your computer turned on. "I'm bored." Vox's voice filled the room.
"Did you have to ram into me so hard?"
"I can ram something else into you." You didn't need to see his face to know the smirk plastered on his face.
Just his tone was enough to pop the vein in your forehead.
You close your eyes and press your lips tightly together before taking in a quick breath and correcting yourself. "You didn't have to hit me so hard."
"I told you I'm bored and you haven't left this room in forever." He continued to whine.
"If you wanted my attention that badly all you had to do was ask nicely." A smirk of your own grew on your face as you got ready to go back to work. The smile fell instantly seeing the screen switch to Vox's bright blue face.
"It's much more pleasing to explore your house through... whatever that is." His eyes gestured to the still robot.
"It's called a Roomba." You answered leaning down to pick it up. "How do you not know this?"
You walk across the room and bend over to put it back in its charging station. Vox let out a not-so-subtle wolf whistle. You quickly stand up straight, turning around and placing a hand on your hip as you glare.
"Well," Vox rolled his eyes. "I didn't have that in my time."
"Not even in Hell?" You raise a brow before heading back to the desk.
"Nope."
"Not that shocking I suppose." You sigh. You lean closer to the desk, picking Vox up and moving him to another monitor. His face contorts with annoyance at your words and actions.
"What does that mean?"
"I mean you are from the 1800s." You give a quick side glance with a smirk on your face before saving the rest of your work. After you shut down all the computers except Vox's, begin walking to the door.
