Hiii, you haven't posted anything for 2 months and wanted to know if you're okay dear 💖💖
I’m alive and well! I haven’t had the energy to write but I have checked my inbox. I see your guys request I do plan to write more! I have sadly fallen out of hazbin though so I’m not sure on sinfully gorgeous. I do hope to be back soon! :)) thank you for checking up 💖💖
It had been 3 weeks since you shot that porno with Vox. So why in the HELL was everyone in HELL still raving over it?!
It wasn’t anything special.
It was a brand deal and that was it. It wasn’t like you knew it was going to be Vox. Valentino stated after the shoot he chose Vox since it would boost you both. Sure it did but at what cost?
Your phone was flooded with texts and emails from sinners asking if you and Vox were a thing.
Have you joined the Vees?
Were you and Vox fucking on the low?
How long were you two together?
All these questions were getting to your head and making you sick.
You laid back in your expensive bed. The silky pillows that most sinners could never afford comforting your head. Phone in hand you scrolled through your feed. Vox’s news show popped.
“Top of the hour sinners. Today we will be discussing the ongoing discussion that I and I'm sure our lovely {Y/N} is seeing too.” He clasped his hands together and turned to the screen in front of him that was showing photos of sinners questions.
“Has {Y/N} joined the Vees?” He read aloud. “No she has not, though I would not be opposed to the idea.” He chuckled, sending a wink to the camera.
You groaned and fast forward on the video stopping when a clip of the porno popped up on the screen. Curious of what he would say about it. You hadn’t talked to him since a day after that was filmed.
“How did it feel to fuck the {Y/N}?” He chuckled as he read that aloud. A smirk crawled onto his face. “Well folks I’ll tell ya. It was better than any sex I myself have ever had.” He leaned forward covering half his mouth with the side of his hand. “A little secret for you all, she has the tightest pussy you’ll ever fuck in hell.” He laughed leaning back. “Yes folk it’s true she was definitely a virgin and safe to say I took that card from her.” His cocky laugh echoed in your head.
He took your virginity?
What was he a fucking idiot?
Embarrassing you on Hell's public news.
You were not a virgin, far from it and for this cocky ass tv faced man to state he was the lucky one to take it from you made you seeth.
You instantly opened up your messages and searched his name in your contact. Typing out a text. Fingers flying across the screen as anger edged in every digital word typed.
{You}: who in the HELL do you think you are? Saying you took my virginity on the fucking news? Real mature of you. What the fuck are we teenagers in high school. If you ever fucking do something like this again I will make sure you and your little fucking news channel are never broad casted again.
{Vox}: Wow, didn't suspect you to see it so soon. What's the matter, I was just messing around. I bet it was the best sex you’ve ever had, why not say your best was also your first?
{You}:oh were cocky as fuck huh? You really think you were the best? Keep dreaming.
{Vox}: I must have been something for you to go off script.
{You}: fuck you, you went off script as well.
{Vox}: oh you wanna fuck me again? Maybe I'll make it an even better time, we can make our own script.
{You}: you know what I meant. Never fucking mention me on your little show again. It was a one time deal.
{Vox}: aren’t you just a ball of sunshine. Whatever you say darling. I’ll erase that part of the segment from the show and their memories.
{You}: good, the only time your fucking mind control has been used for an actual purpose.
{Vox}: Or I can just keep it up. You know you’re not being very kind.
{You}: oh fuck off this is hell. I don’t need to be kind to the man who just publicly embarrassed me.
{Vox}: and the man who publicly pleasured you.
{You}: just take it down.
{Vox}: yes ma’am.
You groaned and turned your phone off. Throwing it to the floor and laying down fully. Pulling the covers over your head and closing your eyes. Sleeping the anger and annoyance off.
—
Your alarm buzzed in the morning. You groaned and woke up grabbing your phone from the floor and turning it off. But not before you saw the message from Alastor.
“You’re a virgin?”
That fucker didn’t delete the segment!
You dashed around your house putting on an outfit and doing your make up the fastest you had ever. Your shoes were on in seconds and out the door you went.
You called a cab and got in, instructing them to take you to the Vees tower. Of course you know the consequences of this.
Everyone would assume you were going to see Vox in a different way. When in reality his ass was going to get a fist in his screen.
The cab dropped you off and you paid them before getting out. Marching up to the front of the building. A few people looked over. Snapping pictures and videos. You rolled your eyes and pressed the buzzer on the door.
“Who is it?” Voxs voice played through the small speaker.
“{Y/N}.” The second you said your name the doors opened. You smirked slightly and headed inside jumping as the doors closed behind you harshly.
“Vox! Where the fuck are you we need to have a talk!” You yelled walking around the lobby looking for any sign of him. Footsteps echoed down the hall and there he was. A smile on his stupid flat screened face.
“Ah {Y/N} So nice of you to stop by-” You grabbed him by his suit's flaps and slammed him against the wall. A groan escaped his lips and his screen displayed a loading circle before his eyes came back.
“You asshole, I told you to take that segment down!” You screamed in his face without giving a second to think. “Do you know who the fuck I am?! I will end you!” You leaned into his face. Your spit landing on his screen. He glared at you but on the inside he was loving the attention.
Your hands on him was enough to make him melt. But he had to be sure not to display it too much. Or you’d let go and call him weird.
“You can end me anytime you want.” His words were smooth and flirtatious. He obviously did not understand the gravity of the situation he was in.
“You do not wanna fuck with me Vox.” You warned re-shoving him against the wall. He grunted and grabbed your arms. “You know I would love to fuck with you.” He chuckled, eyeing you with a smirk. “You little-” Your grip tightened on him getting ready to shove him again.
“{Y/N}!” He yelled his right eye widening as he used his mind control on you. You froze your eyes going wide. Your grip on him faltered as you shook your head. The daze wears off.
“Why don’t you calm down?” He offered, pulling your arms down from his suit. “Don’t use that fucking mind control shit on me.” You pulled your arms away from him. He sighed and rested his hand on his hips. “Yes ma’am.” His voice was full of annoyance now.
“Delete the segment. That’s all I want. I’ll leave you alone and you do the same.” You held out your hand. “Deal?” You tilted your head, pink fire appearing around your palm.
“No deals. I just promise I will. I’m no idiot. I know how you pull strings.” He pushed your hand away, the fire disappearing. You groaned and pulled your hand back.
“Very well.” You nodded even though a part of you knew he would never take that segment down fully.
“I’ll go delete it.” He fixed his tie, closing his eyes. “Good.” You said before a ding came from your phone. You held it up. “At Voxs darling?” Alastor had texted. A part of you hated Charlie for getting him onto this phone kick. He was so against technology until he was told he could text you whenever.
Vox opened one eye as he heard the ding. He eyed you and read the text. The words Darling and Alastor made his circuits spark. Why in the hell did that old timey prick have your number?
“I better leave before everyone in hell assumes we're seeing each other. I do not need that in my life.” You shoved your phone in your pocket. Looking up at Vox whose face had a rather.. Concerning smile displaying.
He let out a laugh though it glitched. He stepped closer to you. His hand grabbed your arm pulling you to him. “Why the fuck is the radio demon texting you?” His voice deepened. Eyes squinting as he grabbed your phone from your pocket.
“Hey!- what the fuck.” You squirmed in his grip. A tsk tsk came from him as he used his eye to unlock your phone. Reading you and Alastors messages. Anger surged through him as you both had been sending jokes about him. His grip on you tightened and he squeezed your phone in his other hand till it shattered into pieces.
“Vox what the fuck!-” You watched as he broke your phone, your attention being snapped back to his face as he slammed you up against the wall this time.
He laid his arm next to your head on the wall and his other hand gripped your neck.
“I’m not taking the segment down. You wanna talk shit about me to that damn radio demon go ahead. I'll say whatever I want about you. You are nothing to me.” His words were low and strung out. His eyes were wide and red drool dripped from his mouth. Though his grip on your neck was tight it wasnt hard enough to really choke you out.
That was one thing he did not want to do.
He was pissed off but not necessarily at you. The idea that Alastor got more of your attention than him is what pissed him off. He knew it was such a stupid thing to be mad over.
But he wanted you. Even if he had to pretend he didn’t.
Your eyes squinted and you squirmed under him. Truthfully he didn’t scare you. This position didn’t make you feel threatened, it made you feel.. Other things.
In a dark and twisted way his anger really made you think of that shoot. How his hands gripped your sides and he’d moan before glitching out.
“If you wanna scare me you’re gonna have to try harder than this.” You grabbed his face. Your hand pulling him closer. “Cause all I can think about is you glitching out before you cummed inside me.” Your words made his screen display a light shade of red.
“I-”
“You want that again hmm?” You kissed his screen. “Want to feel my tight pussy as you said? I guess since it was the best I’ve ever had you’d think I would’ve been begging you for more.” You whispered, making your voice low and seductive. His grip faltered as his screen turned red. His eyes drooped as you talked to him sensually.
“Too bad I wasn’t.” You cooed, kicking him in the crotch. He groaned and keeled over. Holding his crotch in his hands. “Fuck fuck fuck..” He groaned in pain as you stepped over him.
“You owe me a phone.” You spat on his withering form and walked out.
–-
Safe to say he gave you a new phone. That part of the segment was erased. To your knowledge from the general public of hell. Knowing Vox he probably cut it from half the people's memories and kept it in the other to confuse them.
What an ass hole.
Today you were off to Alastor's radio tower. He wanted to have you on this new segment he was working on. Whatever that meant.
You had made it to the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie showed you to Alastors tower. You thanked her and headed inside. He greeted you and showed you the different buttons and the mic. Getting you accustomed to the technology before having a seat with you.
Not having a camera in your face was both relaxing and strange. This seemed more like a conversation you were having with a friend that just so happened to be recorded.
“Today I am here with my dear friend {Y/N}.” Alastor spoke into his mic. Smiling your way as you said hello.
“So why don’t you tell everyone what it’s like to be the fashion overlord?” He handed you his mic. Urging you to introduce yourself further.
After the basic introduction was done he began to ask you questions. It slowly became clear to you what he was doing.
“What is your opinion on Vox?” He smirked and leaned your way. That question made you groan.
“That man? Come now Alastor. You know he isn’t something to talk about.” You leaned back in your chair and your reply made Alastor chuckle.
“Go on dear. Just tell us about him.” He leaned the mic closer to you.
“Fine.” You took the mic and leaned up.
“Vox is something. Not the kind of something you’d want either. He is terrible in bed.” You snickered at the idea that Vox would be listening to you. “Oh is he now? I do believe we all saw that video dear. It seems the opposite.” He eyed you a shit eating grin on his face.
“That’s what a script is for.” You sneered.
“There's a theory you went off script. After all that Valentino did post it.” He checked his claws smirking.
You groaned as Alastor was just doing this to stir drama. He hated Vox but loved to mess with you. So he was playing both ways.
“Anyways, besides that he is a prick and snoops on everyone. He is fucking insane but I suppose that’s why he’s here. If you are thinking about trying to get with that man please do so he will leave me alone.” You handed the mic back to Alastor. He was holding in his laugh. “Thank you dear for your lovely insight on that clout chasing mediocre video podcasts.” He ended the broadcast and sighed.
—
About 4 hours after the broadcast a ding sounded from your phone. Either it was Alastor or some random person.
You checked the message and groaned as the name displayed on your screen.
Vox.
Of course.
You slid open your phone and sat down on your couch to answer him.
{Vox}: doing a broadcast with the radio demon to degrade me? Really. After you begged me to delete your segment.
{You}: what's the matter? Thought you liked being degraded
{Vox}: I'm not doing this. I’m gonna have to make you understand.
{You}: oh really? Why don’t you just face that you suck in bed and you suck even more as a person.
{Vox}: I suck in bed? Oh sweet heart. I don’t believe that's what you truly think.
{Vox has sent a video}
You pressed play, wishing you didn’t as a clip from the porno played. You were riding him moaning his name and begging him to go faster. His fingers digging into your sides as he rammed into you on your command.
{You}: have to give the audience what they want.
{Vox}: oh yeah? What if there wasn’t an audience?
{You}: then none of that would’ve happened. I’d be as quiet as a mouse.
{Vox}: we’ll see about that.
{You}: what's that mean?
:seen 3 minute ago:
“Bitch.” You turned your phone off and laid down on the couch. Letting your mind wander back to the shoot. Perhaps you did enjoy him a little more than you’d like to admit. But you’d never tell him that. Or anyone for that matter.
It’s bad enough there were more theories going around on you two. How the hatred was an act so you could keep things private. How it was fake or just a stunt for money.
You’d let the public guess and argue over it. You had no intentions on stating anything as of yet.
So not thinking much of anything you turned on your tv and sat back.
You sat up a little as you tv went to static. A blue glow came from it after a moment and a shock wave burst from it. The room went black and then the tv turned back on. Vox stood in front of you. Blocking the tv from view.
“What the- Vox what the fuck!” You sat up all the way as Vox stepped closer with a smile on his face.
“We don’t have an audience here.” He leaned down looming over you as. Leaning back into the couch you slowly smirked. “Oh is that so? You wanna see if you can really work your magic on me?” You teased him watching as his face grew more annoyed.
“Yes I do.” He put a finger under your chin and lifted it up. “I wanna prove to you that going off the script was because I am good at what I do. Not because you wanted to promote your bullshit brand.” He chuckled and moved you down on the couch to a lying position.
“Oh you really wanna prove a point? Then I'm gonna make mine. I bet you can’t make me make a single sound.” You snickered as he threw his hat off to the ground.
“Fine but I'm gonna make you eat those words.” He leaned down and kissed you. You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth.
He slid his tongue inside your mouth. You closed your eyes and let your tongues tangle together.
His hand slid down your sides and grabbed your jeans. You didn’t make a noise, the only sound was your pants rubbing together as Vox began to grind against you.
A part of you just wanted to give in. Let him take you and win. But the bitch inside you wanted to win to shove it in his face every day. So you suppressed your moans and pulled back from the kiss.
He stared down at you and smirked, “Come on.. Just a little peep.” He groaned and made a quick upwards motion with his hips. It felt good you wouldn’t lie.
You shook your head and smirked though earning an annoyed groan from the man above you. “Good thing we just started.” His voice was low as he undid your pants and yanked them off with a swift movement.
You stared up at him and smirked. He slid off his blazer and undid his tie. The only thing left was his striped shirt.
You sat up and pushed him down instead. He looked at you confused before smirking. He liked this and he didn’t care if you didn’t care in the moment if you didn’t like him how he liked you. Any form of attention from you was good.
The feeling of you sitting on his bulge made his screen glitch as a low moan escaped him. He wanted to hear your approving moans as well but you weren’t giving it to him. You just moved against him with the best poker face he had ever seen.
“F- fuck..” His voice buffered as he grabbed your hips and lifted you off him slightly. He didn’t want this to be over too soon.
“I’m gonna break you. Just you wait.” He clawed at the sides of your underwear. Breaking the thin fabric, grabbing them as they fell down. He tossed them to the side and looked at you.
You blushed. Thanking Lucifer a blush didn’t count as a noise. That action was pretty hot. The desire in his eyes shone through. He slid off two of his claws. Just as he did for the shoot.
He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked them. Red saliva littered them. You anticipated the feeling of them inside you. Trying to prepare yourself so you didn’t moan.
But he didn’t just slide them in. He circled his fingers around your clit.
Smirking as he saw you twitch. Biting your lip before going back to a straight face.
“Oh come on. I almost got you.” He laughed and slid one finger in. Pushing it in and out before adding the second and curling them inside.
He kept pumping them in and out at different paces trying to make you moan. Anything really. A small gasp or groan.
He wasn’t given the pleasure.
You just closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling. You hadn't met a man who could finger this good. He sure was something and you would love to keep this up. But his fingers just weren’t like his dick. Which was under you twitching and leaking pre cum.
Just waiting for it’s turn inside. So you grabbed his wrist and he slid out his fingers.
“Come on.. I’ll only give it to you if you beg.” He smirked and slid his finger down your slit teasingly. You shook your head.
“Come on!” His voice statticed and he shoved his dick inside you. The amount of force you had to use to suppress your moan was astounding.
He groaned as he noticed you didn't make a sound.
“Fine, but I'm still gonna give you a damn good time. So you can’t say im shit at this.” he pulled out of you and flipped you over. Pushing you down under him. He wrapped your legs around him and slowly slid inside you again. Leaning his head back a quiet moan escaping his lips.
You grabbed his shoulders and bit your lip. With each steady thrush the feeling of giving up echoed in your mind. It was starting to hurt holding in your noises. His eyes were squeezed shut, teeth bared and red drool dripping from his mouth. Blue static came from him as soon as he picked up his pace.
“F-f-fuck.. I fucking hate you.” He slammed into you and a quiet moan escaped your lips.
His eyes shot open and he looked down at you. Your face was red and sweaty. You covered your mouth, a smirk displayed on his face.
“What was that?” He taunted and slid all the way out of you then back in. A quiet moan escaped your mouth again.
“Yeah that's right, I knew you couldn’t last forever.” He chuckled, his cocky attitude back. He kept his thrush gentle and slow. You gave in and let your moans fill the room. Vox loved the sounds. All your attention on him every moan, grunt, and whimper from your mouth was for him. It made his dick even harder. “Vox..please.. Please I'm.. I’m almost..” You stared into his eyes on the verge of orgasm.
“Go ahead, we’ll do it together darling.” He slid his hand down and circled your clit and thrusted into you on more time. His cum filling your inside as yours too gave way and hit your orgasm.
His screen glitched out and his voice buffered as he moaned your name.
After you both came down from your highs you looked into his eyes.
“I hate you.” You glared at him.
“You may hate me but I know you love him.” He chuckled as he slid his dick out, rubbing it against your slit. Earning an annoyed groan from you.
“This was fun. Good to know you enjoyed it.” He winked and stood up. Putting on his clothes. He walked down your hall. You groaned and looked down at the cum on your couch. Annoyed now.
He came back with a damp towel. He pushed you down gently and cleaned you up. Then rubbed the excess off the couch.
“Gotta keep my toy clean.” He pinched your face before sliding his claws back on.
“Least you have decent manners.” You scoffed and sat up.
“Of course.” He smiled and glitched out. Disappearing into the tv. The room went black before the lights turned on.
You got dressed and sat on the couch. Embarrassingly repeating the way he moaned your name in your head over and over.
Why did you let him win?
—
Today was your and Alastors photo shoot. You were modeling Sinfully Gorgeous but just a few of the modest outfits. With Alastors old time camera it made things look more classy. So he had agreed to do a small shoot in your studio.
He had arrived about an hour ago. He was all dressed up just waiting for you now. You had gone for an old timey style of makeup and hair.
Walking out of your dressing room he looked over. His eyes widened and a pleasant smile erased the plain one.
“You look lovely darling.” He titled his head. “Thank you. You look rather handsome yourself.” You complimented back, gaining a chuckle from him.
“Shall we do this?” He stood up straight. “Yes.” You replied back heading over to the backdrop. It was plain white but it made the photos show up better.
You did a few different poses and outfits. Some silly and others professional.
“Wait, I have an idea.” You smirked and Alastor looked at you with a confused smile.
“Voxtek is sponsoring this shoot. Part of a contract deal after that shoot with Valentino. I made Vox sign a contract to sponsor whatever I want when I want since I had to.. Fuck him” You rolled your eyes.
“Right.” Alastor chuckled. He knew better. You and that tv headed fucker for sure had something going on. But you were his friend so he wouldn't say his true opinion. Though he sure as hell did back at the hotel.
“I know just the way to tick him off.” You smirked at him and he instantly knew what you meant. Loving the idea of pissing off Vox for fun.
—
You did a few poses. Holding each other. Alastor dipping you and finally the ones that would piss Vox off the most. You knew Alastor wasn’t one for these types of things. Though he agreed he did not mind if it was just to piss off Vox.
You had ordered your helpers to set up a chair. They did as asked and Alastor sat down.
“Go head darling. I wanna see the look on his face when he sees these.” You both laughed as you sat between his legs.
Alastor gripped your chin and turned your face to his. His smile on his face. Though it was a more intimate one. He sure played this well. You look into his eyes with as much passion as a smirk displayed on your face.
The photo was taken and you stood up. Slinging your legs over Alastors lap, your assistant changed the camera's angle to get a side view. Alastor looked into your eyes. “Excuse me if I am not good at this.”He chuckled and you smiled. “It’s okay.” You both had a short laugh before getting ready for the photo.
He closed his eyes and you leaned in. Pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back but he wasn't hesitant. He just wasn’t sure how to move his lips. You pulled away the second the photo was taken.
“You aren’t terribly bad.” You joked, gaining an eye roll from him.
The last photo was one of you both standing. Alastor kissed you one last time but in this one his eyes were looking at the camera. A bigger dig at Vox.
—
“Thanks for helping me.” You thanked Alastor as you had gotten the photos ready to be sent out to Voxtek. “It’s not a problem. Anything for an old pal.” Alastor smiled as you both walked out of the studio.
—
Vox sipped on his coffee until a ding came through on his screen. He flicked his finger and sent it to one of his monitors. He opened the email and sifted through the photos your team had emailed him.
He groaned as it was you and Alastor. Pissed off that the radio demon was getting your attention now.
His anger was pretty controlled till he got to the attachment labeled ‘surprise.’
A part of him hoped it was some sinful photos of you in your outfit. Though to his dismay it was not.
He opened up the file with a smirk on his face only for it to be erased in a meer second as his eyes landed on you and Alastor kissing. He gripped his desk claws digging into it. Leaving a mark.
He groaned and looked at the next photo. Alastor kissing you and eyeing the camera with that smug grin tugging on his lips. He screamed and slammed his fist into the monitor, cracking it and causing the screen to glitch out.
The monitor turned off as he kept punching it. His screams and groans of anger echoing through the room.
“The fuck is your problem?!” Velvette asked as she slammed open the door.
Vox turned around to look at her. A deranged smile on his face as his eye twitched.
“Set up my showroom. If this bitch wants to play dirty we’ll play dirty.” He pulled his hand out of the monitor watching as his blood trickled down his arm.
Sir Pentious. The one sinner who you actually enjoyed being around. The one who didn’t quite get every joke you said but laughed anyways. He was so kind and yet somehow wound up here in Hell.
The thought of him was imprinted in your mind. He was your best friend. He trusted you to help him with his inventions and babysitting the egg bois. Your feelings were slowly growing for him.
During the worst time. He would not stop talking about Cherri Bomb. Ever since she came by to hang out with Angel Dust he wouldn’t stop ranting to you about her.
You didn’t mind listening and giving advice. Being a good friend through and through.
But a part of you broke the moment her name slipped out of his mouth. Wishing it was your name he was rambling on about. It wasn’t and you had to accept that.
Shoving your pillow over your face as you groaned into it to muffle your frustration. It was too late at night to really scream. Even if it was day time you’d hold it in. You didn’t want him to think you were some psycho jealous bitch.
Jealous yes psycho no.
Sleep finally pulled you in after a few hours of staring at the ceiling in thought.
Eyes closing and the dreams of it being you and not Cherri Bomb taking over.
—
“Sssso do you think this looks good?” Pentious asked as he held up a new suit he bought. It looked the exact same as his other one. You let out a laugh and looked at him. He titled his head and eyes you curiously. “Whatsss wrong with it?” He looked at the suit puzzled. Something must be off about it if you were laughing.
“Nothing nothing it’s just that, you own that suit already. Why did you buy the exact same one?” You questioned walking over to him.
“It’sss not the sssame.” He huffed and pointed at one of the yellow stripes. “The ssstripesss are different ssshades of yellow ssseee.” He smiled holding the new suit next to the one he had on. The stripes were a few shades darker on the newer one. “I suppose you’re right but still.” A smile displayed on your face and quickly he smiled back. Realizing you weren’t being rude just teasing.
“I think Cherri Bomb will like it.” He closed his eyes, holding his head high. You rolled your eyes at the mention of her. Of course this wasn’t just a new outfit, it was a way to impress the girl of his dreams.
“Yeah I'm sure she will love it.” Despite the gut wrenching feeling in your stomach you gave a smile and words of encouragement. Resulting in him thanking you and stating you were his best friend.
Best friend.
Of course.
That's all you’d ever be.
He hugged you, his arms wrapping around you. For a moment you closed your eyes and let the moment sit. Knowing one day it wouldn't be you he would hug. It would be her.
He wouldn't need you once he got with Cherri Bomb. You’d be casted aside for the better girl.
Though a part of you knew Pentious would never do that. He cherished you and you two had been friends for a good while. He never left you even when you made him mad. He didn’t throw you out of the blimp when you had broken one of the levers.
He would get mad or sad and then calm down. Apologizing and saying you were his best friend. His only friend in all of Hell. Besides his egg bois you supposed.
And now besides Cherri Bomb.
She didn’t even speak to him when he tried so hard to get her attention.
She would brush him off and go to Angel Dust.
You’d just watch from across the room as his happiness faded and he would slink off to the bar. Thank Lucifer Husk could keep a secret. He knew about your feelings for Pentious. He would never tell him what you said when you got drunk just as he would never tell you what Pentious said when he was drunk.
He let go of you after a few moments pulling you out of your fantasy world.
—
Today was the day you dreaded. Cherri Bomb was coming over to see Angel Dust. Though to Pentious it was the day he could try and flirt with her. He had his new suit on and was ready to impress. Though he was obviously nervous.
You gave him some words of encouragement.
“I’m sure she will love the new suit.” You patted his back. He turned his head to you and smiled. “Really.” He asked his flaps sticking up happily. You giggled slightly and nodded your head.
“Yes. Trust me. Any girl would like it.” You pushed him forward slightly. “Go get her!” You cheered as he slithered off. His confidence had skyrocketed thanks to you.
You stood there watching him go, the smile on your face fading slightly.
Angel Dust stood in the corner eyeing you down. Noticing how your shoulders hunched and you sighed.
—
“Misss Bomb.” Pentious smiled in front of Cherri Bomb. She turned to him with a curious look. “Yeah? Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend?” She tilted her head laughing at how he held up a flower. “Girl friend?” Pentious asked, confused as he held the pathetic flower up.
“Yeah Angie told me all about how you and {Y/N} are always together. I just assumed.” She shrugged, not noticing the look on his face.
He stared at Miss Bomb. Did Angel Dust really think he was with you? In fact did the whole hotel think that? What if Husk told his secret.. He knew he shouldn’t have blabbed off when he was drunk.
What if you knew? What if thats why you had been acting so weird around him. So off putted and disinterested about certain things.
What if she knew this crush on Cherri was a distraction.. He started to sweat. Freaking out as Cherri Bomb stared at him. Angel Dust walked over.
“Is he.. Okay?” He asked Cherri Bomb as Sir Pentious looked at him.
“Don’t think so.” Cherri Bomb looked at Angel Dust concerned.
“Don’t tell me you know my sssssecret!” Pentious stared at Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb.
“What secret?” Cherri asked.
“The one where you like Cherri?” Angel laughed and Sir Pentious grabbed his flaps and covered his red face.
“Not that, the one where I like {Y/N}!” Pentious shouted out.
“Oh yeah half the hotel knows.” Angel teased.
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“Are you even sssure this is a good idea? Ssshesss my besst friend..what if sshe doesn’t like me.” Pentious gulped as Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb instructed him on what to say to you. “It’ll be fine. Stop being a pussy.” Angel Dust shoved him to your room door. He and Cherri Bomb slid behind the corner.
Pentious took a breath and knocked on your door. A few moments later you came and opened it. Looking at him curiously. “Oh.. Hey Pentious.. How did it go?” You asked opening the door further to allow him to come inside. He smiled nervously and slid into your room. “It went.. Ugh well..” He took his hat off and fiddled with it nervously. You closed the door and turned to him.
“Umm well.. {Y/N} there's something I wanna tell you…” Pentious looked up at you, his face red. Surely everything went fine. Pentious was the sweetest sinner you knew. No way Cherri rejected him.
“Yeah what is it.. Did she.. Not like the suit?” You stepped closer to him. He shook his head. “No no it’s not that.. It’s not about her.” He looked to the side as you waited for him to explain.
“It’ss jussst that.. I umm. Well.. I don’t know how to say this but…” He dropped his hat and wrapped his arms around you. Dipping you down as he held onto you.
“Pentious..?” Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. Unsure if this was a dream or not.
“Are you okay..?” You questioned again after he didn’t reply. “I’m more than okay.” His face turned red and he leaned down. Kissing you softly.
Your heart thudded in your chest and your face turned red. Closing your eyes and kissing back quickly. Once he felt your lips move against his, his flaps shot up instantly. He pulled you back up and they fell back down once you both pulled away.
“Pentious what about… Cherri..?”
He shook his head. “I love you. I ssshould of never tried to hide that fact.” his eyes watered up and he hugged you.
“Oh Pentious.. I love you too.” You hugged back. He smiled wide and pulled you even closer.
Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb peeked over the corner as you and Pentious came out of the room. Smiles and blushed on both your faces.
“Glad he found his happy ending.” Cherri smiled.
“Me too, maybe he’ll shut up now.” Angel snickered and they both walked off.
based on pilot alastor / slightly out of character
Working on part 2
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Wasn’t everyday just so grand in Hell?
No.
It wasn’t.
Working at the Hazbin Hotel sure wasn’t making your days any grander. Being a room attendant and a good friend to Charlie was starting to get to you.
At least Nifty was there to help. Even though she mainly tried to kill the bugs she at least helped clean the place up. You had become accustomed to her weird and somewhat insane antics. It was Hell after all. You couldn’t really judge.
Husk was as fun as ever. Giving snarky comments but he at least listened when the night wound down and you needed a drink.
Angel Dust would joke around and tell you how awful you looked after scrubbing one of the rooms.
Vaggie didn’t say much since she knew you were friends with Charlie. She rather enjoyed your company stating you were one of the most sane sinners in the hotel.
Alastor on the other hand. Didn’t say much about you nor did he really say much about anyone. He would greet you just as anyone else. Something about him felt weirdly off.
You didn’t question it too much and just went on with your work.
“Hello Darling pleasure to be seeing you this morning!” That radio like voice echoed into the hotels kitchen. You were busy making breakfast.
Someone had to do it and it sure wasn’t gonna be Nifty. No one wants roaches in their pancakes.
“Good morning Alastor.” You answered not looking at him as you flipped the pancake. “Making up a lovely breakfast I do suppose? My mother used to make the most splendid ones in her time.” He remarked as his shadow loomed over you from behind.
“I’m sure she did. I’m not so positive mine will beat your mothers but it will beat your hunger.” Your joke was met with that signature smile as you turned around.
“Ahaha Im sure it will.” He laughed as he stepped aside to give you room. “I came to see if you were able to dust my radio tower? It has accumulated quite a bit of dust.” His question wasn’t really a question. You’d have to do it. It was your job. Though it was nice that he wasn’t demanding.
“Yes I can. I’ll just have to finish up breakfast.” You stated as you went back to cooking.
“Lovely. Oh and {Y/N}.” He cooed making you turn to look at him. His eyes turned dark and black, red static glitched around him. The room turned dark. “Don’t mess with my things.” He warned his clock eyes appearing and his smile widening.
You nodded quickly and looked around. You had seen him do this before but never to you directly. “Yes sir. I won’t.” You answered quickly and sighed with relief as he went back to normal.
“Good.” He clapped his hands together and turned away. “I’ll be back once breakfast is done.” He waved and hummed as he walked out of the kitchen.
You went back to cooking. Just forgetting about what just happened. It was best to just act like it was normal.
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With breakfast done. You headed off to do your job. Or well request in better words. You grabbed your dusting supplied and went up to Alastors radio tower.
Doing as asked you just dusted. Not moving much of his stuff just the things that needed to be moved to dust. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too mad about that.
Surely he understood if you had to move stuff to be able an do your job. If not I guess you would have to run to Charlie and hide.
While dusting two figures on his desk caught your attention.
A small deer next to a bigger one. Which resembled a doe. Apart if you just assumed he kept up with the deer aesthetic he had going.
Shrugging you dusted them and headed out of the room. Closing the door and headed down stairs to put your supplies up.
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Nifty was off cleaning somewhere. Husk and Angel Dust were chatting at the bar. Charlie had gone off with Vaggie for the night and who knows where Alastor was.
Deciding that cooking dinner sounded like a good idea you found your self in the kitchen again. Perhaps Charlie should’ve made you the chef instead. Though you just picked up both the jobs. Cleaning was easy and cooking was fun.
Humming you skimmed through a cook book. Unsure of what to cook for the night. That was until a shadow appeared behind you and Alastor appeared.
“Hello Dear!” His enthusiastic voice echoed through the kitchen causing you to turn around and look at him. “I saw you finished dusting. Thank you.” He leaned again the counter. Checking out his claws with a smile. “Need help cooking?” He questioned before looking over at you.
“Just having trouble picking what to cook for tonight.” You answered with a shrug. Making him stand up straight and clap his hands together.
“Why I know just the thing!” He snatched the cook book from you and threw it behind him. A loud thud echoed as it hit the ground.
“Hey-“ he put a finger over your mouth and laughed.
“My mother once showed me a lovely recipe for jambalaya! Who needs a flimsy old cook book when you have memory darling.” He chuckled and nudged you aside as he grabbed all the things he needed.
“I can show you it. If you wish.” He titled his head. Offering to let you in on one of his favorite things.
Something you didn’t suspect but found it rather kind of him.
“Sure. I’d love to learn it.” You agreed and stood beside him as he instructed you on things and gave insight on how to make the ‘best jambalaya you’ll ever eat.’
As he stated.
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“My mother loved cooking this. Said it was her favorite dish, yes it was.” He smiled wide. A rather genuine smile. Not like the one he always wore. He looked down at the finished dish. A sigh of content escaping his lips.
“I’m sure she was a lovely woman.” You commented grabbing a plate from the cabinet.
He didn’t answer, just hummed. The silence was rather loud. He just stood there for a moment. Lost in memory.
“She was..she really was.” Though his voice sounded rather sad he still held the smile. The never erasing smile.
His reply was late but you put some of the finished jambalaya on a plate. His tone shifting to one of excitement.
“I’m sure you’ll find it splendid.” He turned to you and titled his head. Waiting for you to take a bite.
You moved the spoon up to your mouth and took a bite. Your eyes widened and a smile spread across your face.
It tasted lovely, better than you expected.
His smile stretched further as he watched your reaction.
“Oh I knew you’d love it! It’s very splendid don’t you think? Yes yes, a rather grand recipe the best recipe!” He wrapped his arms around your shoulder. Stretching his arm out in-front of you both and curling his fingers into the palm of his hand.
“I’m sure you agree this is better than some flimsy thing from that old cook book. I can show you many other recipes my mother showed me.” He leaned into your face a smile stuck on his face.
He had never been this touchy so he must be excited.
You nodded in agreement. The idea of having someone to cook with wasn’t a bad one.
“I’d like that.” You laughed and he joined in. Laughing with you for once not feeling like he had to be towering over someone to be seen.
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So cooking together became a daily occurrence. Wether it be breakfast lunch or dinner. It didn’t matter.
He found cooking with you pleasing. You were one of the only demons he could stand in the hotels.
He slowly began to tell you more about his life. How he and his mother were close. Though it seemed he dodged the questions of his father. Never wanting to talk of him.
Which was understandable from what you could possibly piece together it seemed his dad wasn’t the best.
You decided not to push its.
“So my dear, have you considered being redeemed?” His question made you think. You were both outside looking up at the sky. Dinner was done. And everyone had went to their rooms. You on the other hand weren’t tired and Alastor didn’t have any plans for tomorrow so staying up with you didn’t bother him.
“I suppose it would be nice. Though I’m not sure I would fit in up there.” You shrugged leaning against the railing of his balcony.
He hummed and looked down. “You’re a rather charming demon belle. I don’t see why you wouldn’t fit in.” He chuckled to himself. He didn’t believe in that wacky nonsense of being redeemed.
How could a sinner go to heaven? They had chosen their path in their life time.
He learned that you had killed your husband at the time. Caught him cheating and decided to take his life as well as the other woman. You made your choice in that moment.
Dooming yourself to a life of sin. Just as he had when he committed all his murders.
Though a part of him feared the idea of redemption now. He knew he sure as hell wouldn’t be redeemed. He didn’t feel bad for his crimes. Nor did he care.
But apart of him knew you regretted your actions. You were a soul who would deserve to be redeemed if there was a way.
That scared him.
Knowing he wasn’t in control. Knowing that you could slip out of his hands.
He wasn’t being selfish with his want of keeping you. He just liked having someone around who enjoyed his company. Someone who wasn’t scared of him or only chatted with him cause they didn’t wanna be killed.
Though that is rather selfish isn’t it? Not wanting someone to succeed and be a better version of themself because you want them to stay as they are.
“I’m sure you’d fit in just swell so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He flashed a smile your way. Teeth not showing this time. It seemed almost fake. You shrugged.
“I guess. I would miss everyone here though.. mainly you.” Your words hit him like a brick. He hasn’t suspected you to really truly care about him. Sure you said you two were friends but.. this meant a lot.
“Oh come now. You wouldn’t miss me once you see all the.. heavenly things up there.” He chucked. His voice sounded off and his radio effect faltered.
“Are you okay Alastor? It’s not like I’m gonna be redeemed and even if I was I would miss you. So don’t say I wouldn’t.” You were slightly annoyed at him now. Of course you’d miss him. No amount of heavenly items or ideals would ever top him and his terrible old timey jokes.
“Don’t lie. We’re in Hell why lie? You’re already here! It’s not like it’s gonna send you further down!” He seethed his claws digging into the railing.
“Alastor calm down. Why are you so upset?” You stepped closer to the demon. His ears bent back and his pupils went small. His smile crinkled and his teeth bared.
“You! You have me so confused!” He ran his hand through his hair. Closing his eyes.
“I’ve never felt like this before.. it’s all so frustrating. I’m supposed to make you scared! Don’t you fear me?” He dropped his hand and laughed. A hysteric laugh.
“Alastor..I don’t fear you.. I see you for you.. you’re an amazing friend.” You laid your hand on his shoulder. Calming him down slightly.
“I’m just here to watch these souls suffer and try to climb up only to fall into the fiery pits of failure.. but the pleasure in watching others fail isn’t fun when it comes to you.” He turned his head to look at you.
Your eyes met and for once the smile that was on his face didn’t match what was showing in his eyes.
“A part of me just wants to be with you forever. Just blissfully cooking or chatting like we are now. I’ve never had that.. I have friends but not like this.” He sighed and leaned back against the wall letting himself slide down.
You sat down beside him. Looking at the sky.
“Are those deer figures on your desk you and your mother?” You asked softly.
“Yeah..” he answered.
“They’re lovely.” You held his hand. Smiling as he squeezed yours.
“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. You can relax. I’m gonna be here with you. So stop being all sad. It doesn’t suite you.” You leaned against his shoulder. Receiving a sigh from him.
“Did I ever tell you about my first radio show appearance?” He asked after a few moments of silence.
“No I don’t believe you did.” You smiled and listened as he began the story.
“Yes that’s fine. I’ll be there soon.” Your footsteps echoed down the hall as you talked on the phone. Of course you had a talk show tonight with the infamous Vox.
And of course you didn’t want to go. Who in their right mind wanted to ever speak to that insufferable tv headed fuck? Surely not you.
[Y/N] the fashion overlord. Of course your new run of clothing is coming out soon. So a little push out to the public would help. Perhaps this wasn’t all bad.
He got viewers and you got customers. Doesn’t mean you have to be best friends and sure as hell doesn’t mean you have to speak to him outside of the professional setting.
Smile, state why they should be your brand and leave.
Easy enough.
You walked into your room and headed to the walk in closet. One of your prized possessions. That black fuzzy faux coat. It went well with your red sparkly corset and skin tight black jeans.
You did up your hair and makeup perfecting your look but also keeping it simple.
Your new clothing line was called ‘Sinfully Gorgeous’ keeping a more classy style while also being sexy.
It would bring in the newer souls and possibly older. Though you weren’t too sure with the last set you had planned.
With make up finished, heels on and hopping into your cab you let out a breath. This was going to be something. So you mentally prepared yourself with snarky remarks you could say if he decided to jab a few himself.
The cab pulled up to the V’s tower. A man in a tailored suit came up to open your door giving a polite smile. You gave one back as you slid out of your seat. Heels clicking as you walked up to the front of the Building. A crowd had formed behind the flimsy ropes that lead to the entrance.
You being the icon you were stopped for a few photos. Noticing some of your collections on people. Heart swelling as the obvious indicators that people loved your brand.
The front door opened and you were rushed to the showroom. A couch in front of Vox’s desk was arranged for you.
At least he was kind enough to get a couch for you. Most of his other guests got that uncomfortable looking chair. You sat down on the soft material of the couch and let out a content sigh. It did feel nice, perhaps these two hours wouldn’t be so bad.
After about 5 minutes the lights went out and a spinning noise sounded from the chair behind the desk.
“Toooooop of the hour!” The lights turned back on and there was Vox. Doing one last spin before he sat still smiling into the camera in front of him. “Today we will be discussing Hell's most fashionable overlord {Y/}!” He hit the camera to pan over to you. Sitting up right you gave a wave and a quick hello.
“Well {Y/N} It has been forever since I’ve seen you.” He leaned back in his seat as the camera panned out to show you both fully. You mentally cussed him out at his unprofessional intro. He has always annoyed you with how he does things.
“It has, It’s so lovely to see you again.” Despite your annoyance you talked in an excited tone. Good enough to fool the sinners at home watching.
“Oh no need to lie.” Vox chuckled and leaned over his desk. Head rested on his knuckles.
Your eyes twitch slightly but you decide to glaze over his comment. “Oh I'm not, wouldn’t anyone miss a man as handsome as yourself?” You cooed and leaned over. Chin on your palm. He gave a puzzled look before smirking. “Perhaps Valentino could get us a shoot together.” He joked loving the way your face scrunched up in slight disgust and annoyance. He himself would rather die again than ever be in the same room as you. But this brought you both money so he as well as you sucked it up for the time being.
A fake audience of oohs and laughter filled the room at Vox comment. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair waiting for your response.
“I’m sure he could. Though I'm not so sure you could afford me.” You responded in a lower tone. The smile he gave was tight and his screen glitched slightly in annoyance.
“Ahha.. right. Anyways, why don’t you tell us a little about your new clothing line? I’m sure the viewers are dying to see a sneak peak of your work.” He titled his head, eyeing you curiously.
“Oh yes. Lets show the photos why don’t we.” A devilicious smirk crossed your face. You knew he was going to be pissed off once he saw the photos.
“Alright let's see them.” He turned his chair to the projector screen. On display was your logo. He pressed a button on his remote and the first photo popped up.
You looked at him from the corner of your eye. His face scrunched up and blue sparks illuminated from him for a moment. He was so pissed.
The model in the photo was no other than the Radio Demon. Alastor had been a major fan of your suites and collections of modest yet fashionable attire. So he was the best fit to show off your newest ‘Sinfully Gorgeous.’ suit. The black coat went all the way down his form. . With a dress waist coat underneath that was a deep red and black swirls. His pants were the same black as his coat with the shoes having the red accent on the toes. In the next photo it was him holding the coat over his shoulder. His deer tail was on display as his back was being shown.
“Oh how lovely..” Vox sneered and went through the next pictures. Most being your models just showing off the modest collection. The sexier outfits were being saved for your fashion show next week.
A satisfied smirk played on your face throughout the rest of the interview. Which was just chatting about how you came up with the idea and the pricing on most of them.
He had already offered you in private to host your fashion show but to boost views you acted as if it was a surprise when he mentioned it on the show.
Voxtek would be sponsoring the Sinfully Gorgeous fashion show. Meaning Vox would be up in his room watching over the program. Making sure all goes smoothly with his team.
—
Well the show ended with a happy audience. Your phone was blowing up. So was your email. You had to get ready for next week's fashion show. As Well as figure out how Alastor would even be able to be in it. He didn’t show up on the newer cameras. Those photos he took for the shoot were done on his camera and edited to look new.
Perhaps he would just be a special feature for those in the audience.
Not only were there many business emails but so many screen shots from the show.
You regretted saying he was handsome. You could guess he regretted mentioning how Valentino could get them a shoot. As every clip from the show was that moment. People speculating you two had something going on or there would be a sex tape leaked for a future collaboration.
As Vox was partners with the highest Pornography company in hell and you ran the highest clothing brand which they bought from.
Though the idea of that made you sick, the idea of cash made you ponder it. Nah. You let out a laugh at how stupid that was. You were already rich, you didn’t need to be seen with a naked tv man to get richer.
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Today was the day of the fashion show. Vox sat in his surveillance room to look over the show. His team had set up the cameras and were recording as they waited for the show to begin.
He rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. He did not care to watch this let alone see you. It was supposed to show more.. Revealing sets but he didn’t find any of the models attractive.
So as the show went on he sat in silence. Just observing. Annoyance as Alastor was shown. Glitching out his cameras.
They didn’t go back to normal till he left. Claw marks dug into Voxs desk as the sight of the Radio Demon irked him. He was already glitching out and grateful the show was almost done.
Until the lights turned off and he couldn’t see much.
“Ladies and gentleman your designer and most fashionable overlord {Y?N}!” The announcer's voice played over the area.
You walked onto the runway. The lights slowly turned on. A warm red glow illuminated from the stage. Red smoke burst up as you walked down the runway.
The outfit you were displaying revealed every bit of you. The pink lacing was so see through your nipples shown. The bottom half left nothing to the imagination as it was just a thin strip.
Your hair was done up with pink hearts to match your outfit. Most of the items in the collection were modest. Covering yet sexy.
Not this one.
This was your prized possession. Something for the bedroom. Cute and revealing.
Vox’s eyes widened as he watched you. Your cat walk was something in this outfit. Leaving nothing for him to have to imagine.
You were on full display. No one had ever seen you like this. You don't often model these kinds of outfits.
So to see you was something.
He hated how hard he could feel himself getting. He turned his chair over to his other monitor. It was a closer up shot of you. His eyes winded and his red saliva sid from his mouth. You were quite the sinful sight. The way you strutted knowing that half the crowd was drooling set him off.
He hated you. You were annoying and the biggest part. You were associate with that fucking Alastor.
Though right now he forgot all about that as he slid his hands down to unzip his fly. Sliding hand into his boxers to pull out his dick. He had about 2 minutes to finish before you were backstage again.
He quickly began to stroke himself. His eyes never left you.
He eyed you up and down. Moving his hand faster as you spun around showing off your ass. It was not covered. Causing his dick to twitch. Static illuminated from him. He leaned his head back as he moved his hand faster. His dick twitching and lord how he wished this was your hand instead.
He hated you but hate could be ignored, especially if your mouth was filled by his dick.
His screen began to glitch and a low groan escaped his mouth.
“F-f–fuckk.” His voice glitched out as he grew closer. He pictured you down on your knees in front of him in that damn outfit. Maybe that idea of you two doing a shoot together wasn’t so bad.
He completely glitched out the second his cum spurted from his dick. He shook as pleasure took over his body. God was this embarrassing but he couldn’t help himself. You looked so.. What was this brand called..
Sinfully Gorgeous.
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The fashion show was a success. You had never seen your store so packed. Let alone run out of stock that fast. Safe to say your little cat walk got plenty of horny sinners buying.
You thought all was said and done. It would be normal. Having your models display the items till a new line comes out. The hype would die down.
No.
An interesting email came through from no other than Valentino.
“Dear {Y/N} it has come to my attention that we could strike a rather, erotic deal. Come in for a shoot with a man of my choosing with that dazzling outfit you had on the other night and you won’t regret the outcome. I’m sure our deal would spark up quite the talk in Hell and perhaps lead our companies to greater success.”
Oh so now Val not only wanted to buy from you but also buy you.
Perhaps a shoot wouldn’t be so bad. Show off your brand. Have sex and call it that. Watch more money rack in. Perhaps it could help the next line be even better,
So you responded back agreeing and asking for a script. Mentally knowing that half his pornos had shit scripts.
He was lucky that Angel Dust could act.
—
So the script was sent. All was being worked on. You just had no clue who it was that Val had picked for your partner. He said it would be someone somewhat well known. So you googled his famous porn actors. A few sparked your interest and others not so much. So you prepared yourself for the day.
Surely it wouldn't be so bad. You had some acting in your time on Earth and sex wasn’t new.
You walked into the set on the day of the shoot. In your pink outfit. Though a robe covered you up for the time being.
Valentino greeted you and showed you over to the shooting area. It was a pink bed with plenty of pillows. Even your logo in flashy lights over the bed. This was definitely an obvious brand deal.
“So you ready?” Vals voice echoed in your ear as you turned to him. “Yep. Ready. Can’t wait to see who you chose.” You smirked and walked up to the bed. Laying down on your stomach. Your ass on display. Valentino sat down in his director's chair and nodded to his crew. The lights dimmed, the cameras turned on and Val yelled action.
You lay on the bed wiggling your ass a little reading your fake book given. Footsteps filled your ears and you looked up expecting to see some random man you had never seen before.
A moment of shock filled your face as Vox stood there.
He had on a cropped police officer outfit and tight pink pants with a white belt. He didn’t fit the color pink well but it wouldn’t matter soon.
“What are you doing?” Your voice was curious. This script made no sense but now it made less sense. Why Vox?
He pulled out his handcuffs which were per usual pink and fluffy.
“I’m here to arrest you for breaking the law.” He smirked and walked over to the bed. You smirked and moved back. Back on the bed as you scooted away from him as he got closer.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You questioned innocently. “Public indecency is one for that fashion show stunt. Now I'm gonna have to punish you for exposing my viewers to such.. Sinful things.” His voice was deep and almost.. Alluring. He leaned over you and chuckled as he flipped you over quickly. You let out a gasp as he handcuffed you.
His hands traveled up your body and stopped to grab your hair. Pulling your head back.
“Now I’m gonna make you regret making a fool of my company.” His voice seethed in your ear and it was quite hot.. Though you hated Val for not telling it was gonna be Vox. The one over lord you truly could not stand.
You let out a loud moan as he tugged your hair back and pressed his rock solid boner against you. It was a scripted moan but.. Something about it might have been a little real.
“What a slut. You like this huh?” He shoved your face into the sheets as he grinded himself into you. The thin fabric covering your pussy was nothing against his boner.
“Fuckk… yes.” Your voice was muffled from the sheets but it was loud enough for him to hear. “You're gonna take my cock like a good little slut.” He took off his pants quickly. Tossing the belt somewhere and the thin pink fabric was off somewhere as well.
His twitching dick was out now and he slid the small fabric of your outfit aside.
He slid off two of his nail claws and pushed those fingers inside you.
You let out a low moan. This felt better than you imagined. You mentally hated that you were slightly enjoying this. His fingers pumped in and out of your wet pussy. He groaned and his voice glitched out as he watched you squirm under him. With your hands behind your back you couldn't move much but your moans of pleasure were enough to fuel his ego.
This was far better than jerking himself off.
After a while of fingering you and getting you wet he positioned himself to slide into you.
“Why don’t you model for these people how good you are at taking my dick?” He chuckled his voice staticy as he pulled you back to his chest.
“Yes sir.” You moaned as he slid inside you. The moan that escaped your mouth was not scripted. And it was purely pleasure.
“Like this? I bet you do.. I’ve wanted to fuck you since that run way show.” He whispered in your ear. Low enough for no one else to hear.
“Fuck you..” You groaned back in response.
“I’m already fucking you.” He chuckled and pounded into you. His screen glitching and static coming off him.
Each position showed off your outfit to the camera. Giving every angle of it. Though you had forgotten this was even a shoot. As you and Vox were caught up in the heated sex. The tension from all your encounters had caught up. Every ounce of hatred and annoyance being taken out in each thrust and hickey.
Valentino watched as you both fucked. Going off script and just doing your own thing. It worked though. Made it look real. This would bring in the bucks.
“You like that huh? Fuciing me? You know.. Me and Alastor have done this a couple times too.” You whispered to him as he grabbed your legs. A smirk on your face as he glitched out and his claws dug into your skin at the mention of the Radio Demon. Though it wasn’t true. Alastor didn’t indulge in these activities; it was still fun to mess with Vox.
“We’ll i’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget about that tacky old piece of shit.” His voice was deep and he rammed into you. Moans escaped your lips and you felt yourself nearing your climax.
Vox on the other hand was glitching out majorly. He could feel himself on the verge of cumming. He couldn’t even see through the static displaying in his view. He slammed into you one last time before glitching out fully.
“{Y/N}!” His voice was the deepest and loudest it had been. He glitched out his body fully staticing out as he cummed inside you. Your breathing was heavy as he tried to collect himself.
Bite marks were all over him and claw marks lined your sides and legs.
You were untouchable like a distant diamond sky. He couldn’t understand why he was so caught up in you. It wasn’t like you gave a shit about him.
You were one jewel he couldn't steal.
No matter how good of a thief he was.
The dreams of holding you in his arms and calling you his was what gave him strength to keep going everyday.
You had chosen the other side.
That heist changed everything. The biggest regret of his was choosing that medallion over the one thing he cherished most.
You.
He left you behind; speeding off in that stupid silver car.
Leaving you to rush off and fend for yourself.
The next time he saw you was at a meeting with the other millionaires he had gathered into his Society.
You had joined a group called the UnderGround. As one of their leaders.
Learning that he was on top of your hit list sent shivers down his spine.
He didn’t wanna leave you. He was just blinded by the idea of wealth.
Pretending like you were an enemy hurt his heart. He didn’t know what he would do if he ever came face to face with you.
The lingering reality hung in his mind.
It’s you or him if it came to that.
You were leader of the UnderGround and he was leader of the Society.
One of you had to go.
Yet he would let you pull the trigger if it came to that.
He couldn't kill you.
He was far too caught up in you.
Which is why the night he caught you sneaking in hurt him. He had heard the noises coming down stairs. Somewhere near the vault. The thought of him just hearing things crossed his mind yet it was too loud for him to just be hearing things.
Heading down the stairs from his master bedroom he eyed the door to the vault. His hair was messed up, dress shirt loosely buttoned and dress pants without a belt. He looked like a mess.
“Who’s there?” His voice came out slightly shaky, holding up his pistol. Aiming it at whoever might be down there.
The rustling noise stopped. He headed down the steps to the vault, the shadow of a person coming into view.
“{Y/N}?” He dropped his aim slightly.
“Montague.” Your voice seethed as you looked up at him.
His eyes softened and he stepped down a few steps to get a better look at you.
Instinctively you raised your own pistol, aiming straight at his head.
“Woah- come on.. Let’s not do this.” Montague raised his hands; pistol in one.
“Hand over the medallion now.” Your voice was so demanding, much rougher than he remembered. “Come on.. Let’s talk.” Pleading wasn’t something he did often. He would rather be shot than anyone hear him beg. For you on the other hand. He would do anything to have just a moment with you again.
He missed how you both could talk about anything. Sit in an abandoned building and plan out the next heist.
Stealing was the way you both lived. You had grown to trust each other in those heists. Robbing banks, jewelry stores, and random rich people.
Montague had become the person he swore to you he wouldn't.
“We are doing this Montague.” He couldn't see through you like he used to. You seemed so truthful. Like you were serious about blowing his head off if you had to.
“{Y/N}... please just let’s talk. I’ve missed y-.” He had taken the last few steps to reach you; hands still in the air.
He felt the end of your gun press to his forehead. His eyes stared into your scrunched up ones. Anger prominent in your {e/c} eyes. In that moment he knew he lost you. He just wanted you.
“Why miss me? You were the one who left me behind. Without a second thought.” That silky voice of yours despite seething with anger was so angelic. The feeling of the gun pressing against his forehead harder snapped him out of his thoughts.
“I know what I did.. I know.” His voice was soft and pleading. He looked you in the eyes as he spoke.
He had missed them.
“If you don’t give me that medallion now, I’m gonna blow your head off and take it myself.” You shoved him against the wall holding the gun to his head. He didn’t even flinch. He just liked that you were somewhat touching him.
“I miss you.” Those words hit your ears and for a moment the grip on your pistol faltered.
His voice was almost a whisper and his breath tingled your neck.
“Don’t do this to me Montague.. I can’t let my group down.” The feeling of the trigger between your fingers reminds you of how you controlled the situation despite his words.
“I miss you, I miss you more and more everyday..” He stared into your eyes so desperate to change the emotion in them. He wanted to see that smile.
The happy look in your eyes when you’d see him.
He missed that.
“I’m not falling for this Montague.. Let me in the vault.” You demand voice breaking between anger and sadness.
He tore off his medallion and held it in front of the vault's scanner. The vault unlocked as it scanned the diamond.
Your eyes widened slightly as you watched the vault open before turning back to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you {Y/N} trust me when I say that.. I didn’t mean to leave you behind. I was stupid for it..”
You hesitated between letting him go and getting what you needed or holding him there against the wall.
The way his eyes pleaded for you almost made you believe him.
If you didn’t know him so well you’d think it was an act.
“You’re right. You were stupid for it.” Was the only reply you gave before kicking him in the crotch. His low groans filled your ears. You almost wanted to say you were sorry.
Too bad you weren’t
He fell to the floor holding his crotch, letting out foul language in his native tongue.
You quickly stepped into the vault looking around before grabbing the map you had been searching for. Just where Hope said it would be stored. Montague really wasn’t that good at hiding things.
Something you always knew he faltered at.
A good thief but a terrible hider.
You walked out stepping over Montague who laid on the floor still.
You stopped and turned around to look at him.
“I won’t be so nice next time.” Your voice was icy cold in warning. He simply looked up at you: regret covered his face.
“{Y/..N}” He closed his eyes tightly as tears pricked the corners. You didn’t know what to do. Leave him there or stay. He used to be your best friend. Your ride or die. Now he was just..
Nothing.
The sound of your feet coming closer gave him strength to sit up. You crouched down to his level offering a small smile gaining one in response from him.
“You’re so beautiful.. I wish I told you that sooner. I wish I told you a lot of things before I fucked us up.” His hand reached out and cupped your cheek. Letting yourself lean into his touch made memories flood back.
How close you two used to be.
His touch always calmed you down. No matter the situation. It still did.
“Oh Montague..” Your voice cracked slightly as you allowed yourself to soak up his warmth.
“Please.. Don’t go.” He begged as he pulled you closer to him. His arms wrapping around you.
“I have to.. I can’t let my group down.. I’m sorry Montague. It’s you or me. I can’t let it be me who gets left again.” Your words slowly soaked into him. Before he could react your pistol was back at his head. Tears streaming down your face.
It was a hard life now. No more fun and games of stealing stupid things no one would notice.
Stealing a life would always be noticed.
A heinous crime.
Something that could not be undone once done.
You knew that.
You had to do this.
You had to win this battle.
Jonsey, Hope, the whole organization was counting on you.
“I love you.”
Those three words made your whole body shake. How could you kill him after that?
“I know you have to do this. I know that only one side is going to make it out of this thing alive.” It was his turn to start truly crying. But not from the fact he was going to die.
No.
He was crying because at least even in his last few moments he gets to see you again.
It was all he could ask for in this cruel world.
“I love you too..” Your confession was all he needed to die happy. To know that he wasn’t chasing some dumb dream every night. You did like him back..
“Can I call you mine.. Once?” His question made your tears flow harder.
“Yes.. you can.” You sobbed harder as he leaned closer.
“I’m so glad you’re mine, mon amour.” His lips pressed against yours. For a moment you almost let your gun fall.
Wouldn’t it be so easy to leave and run off with him?
Possibly in your dreams.
You would be hunted down and never forgiven for that act.
You had picked your side to stay loyal to.
As did he.
So as you kissed him and lived in this moment of bliss you let it be the last thing he remembered.
Take the wealthiest man and give him what he wants in return for cash.
When you first met Montague he didn’t give off the vibe of a kind man. He was cold and only cared about his money. Keeping his hotel up to par.
You became a regular. Always coming to stay at the exquisite hotel. With clean beds and the only hotel to give you pink fluffy robes.
Perhaps he was cold but he sure as hell was wealthy. Not too bad looking either for a 36 year old. Being as you were 22 with high taste in fashion, a rich man was your goal. You had your own job, that was till you secured him.
Let’s say flaunting your bod around the hotel in that pink fluffy robe caught his attention.
He offered to pay for your stay. You gladly agreed. When a man offered to pay of course you’d take it.
He never made any sexual moves or creepy lingo. He just saw you come in and covered the bill for you. Letting you run around in that pink robe. He ordered to make your usual room pink. He secured that room just for you. Grey and blue just didn’t fit your vibe.
It had been about 5 months. You practically lived in the hotel with him. He had his own room on the top floor. You kept yours on the second floor. Loving the pink. You had on a pink sparkly dress with diamond jewelry. He loved to see you in diamonds almost as much as he loved to see you in pink.
He offered to take you out tonight. Go down to some fancy restaurant. You agreed and came walking out of your room. Walking with one leg in front of the other. You practically owned this hotel as much as he did. You helped him redecorate which meant adding more pink to things.
The limousine pulled up to the front. Montague came walking down the steps after you. Offering a smile.
He had fixed up his hair wearing his black tuxedo. A pink tie on to match your dress. His arm reached out to the door handle. He opened up the door for you flashing a smirk. “After you princess.” He motioned his hand down to the open door. A giggle escaped your lips as you got inside scooting over to make room for him. He slid inside, closing the door and instantly flashing you another smile.
Being his sugar baby had many perks. One being-
“I bought you that pink fuzzy jacket you mentioned. Valeria helped me figure out who was selling them.” His hand slid over to your thigh. His body leaned closer to yours. He never called you his. He never made it seem like you were trapped in the hotel. He let you leave if you wanted to, stating the room was open for when you came back.
He just liked having someone to spend all this money on. To make someone else happy. He also found you extremely sexy. Though forcing anything wasn’t something a gentleman like him would do. So keeping distance when wanted was on his mind. Never wanting you to feel uncomfortable or forced.
“Aww you did, how sweet of you.” You cooed leaning closer to him. Giving a toothy grin. Watching his face flush from the proximity. A chuckle escaped his lips and he leaned back.
“I have your money. I’ll pay you after dinner, deal?” He side eyed you watching as you looked out the window.
“Deal.” You nodded looking outside at the city. It sure beat the snowy mountains the hotel resided in.
The limo parked outside the front of the restaurant. Montage got out and opened the door for you. You got out eyes widening at the very high class looking establishment. Montage paid the driver and went to stand beside you. Offering you to loop your arm through his.
You obliged and slid your arm through his. He moved his down and pulled you a little closer as he walked inside. You at his side.
The place was dimly lit, with flowers and extravagant chandeliers. Seemed like some place Montague would come too.
The waiter led you both to your table. Laying down the menus and getting the wine you both had agreed on getting.
You decided to keep your order surprisingly cheap. He asked you what you wanted, raising his eyes in question as you decided on one of the cheapest items.
“Come on, you don’t have to get that there's so many options to choose from.” He urged scouring over the menu for something he knew you’d like that was a little more pricey.
“I don’t wanna waste your money.” You smirked at him.
He looked up half offended and half surprised.
“I have enough money to buy this restaurant and hundreds of others. Get what you really want.” He laid his chin on his hand as he watched you relook over the menu. He smiled as you chose something more pricey. Most would be glad the girl they took out got something cheap.
Not him.
He wanted you to brag about him.
He wanted to show you off to the world in all the expensive things he got you.
Soon dinner was eaten. You both headed back to the limo.
“Here.” He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. You looked at him and took the cash. Giving a happy smile as you ran your hand over the edges of the green paper.
He watched you biting his lip slightly.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice was so smooth and sexy.
“Do you have fifty more dollars on you?” You teased and leaned over to him. “I have as much as it takes on me.” He smirked and watched as you stood up in front of him. “I can do a lot better than kiss you. If you can make it rain maybe I’ll give you a show.” You winked as you ran your hands down the curves of your body. The pink dress was skin tight. Showing off your form.
“Didn’t think you’d ever do this for me.” He chuckled as he pulled out some more cash.
“Oh I'd do anything for a check.” A sly smile creeped on your face before you finished your sentence. “And I just really like you.” You winked and slid your dress up. Turning around swaying your hips. Showing off your ass to him. He groaned and watched the show as he lighty flipped the money out of his hand. Making it rain on you. The pink lingerie he bought you came in handy tonight.
“You’re so sexy.” He smirked and spread his legs slightly. You laughed at his remark and slid your dress off. Walking over to him. You bent down slightly and turned around. Moving your hips in front of him in a rhythmic motion. He stared at your ass biting his lip. Enjoying the show.
“You can touch, don’t be shy.” You giggled as he hesitantly put his hands on your hips.
His dick was hardening as your ass got closer. You bit your lip and pressed down on his bulge.
A low groan escaped his lips, you went to pull away to keep the lap dance going. He on the other hand couldn't take it.
He held you there, his hands on your hips pulling you back.
“Come on princess, i'm not playing this teasing game.” He sounded so desperate. You leaned back to his chest. “Then I won’t play it.” You whispered in his ear.
“Fuck.. I’ll buy you whatever you want if you just.. Let me fuck you.” He kissed your neck. Trailing light butterfly like kisses up your skin.
“Anything I want?” You giggled and let out a quiet moan to let him know his kisses were working.
“Yeah, anything for you princess.” He huffed as you stood up. You got down on your knees. Getting between his legs. He looked down at you as you quickly undid his belt. His hard on showing through his dress pants.
He groaned as you slid down his pants to his ankles. His black boxers were next. You slid them down just as fast letting his dick free.
He was a lot bigger than you had imagined. You looked up at him and winked. Nothing you couldn’t handle though.
Your pretty pink lips as he liked to call them in his head slid down on his dick.
He fought between closing his eyes and watching you take him all in your mouth.
His dick twitched in your mouth as you worked your magic. Imagining all the things you would buy with the money he would give you for this.
He gripped the seats before grabbing your hair gently. He loved the view he was getting. His hands tangled in your hair as you sucked him off. It was a pretty sight.
“Let me- fuck.. Let me fuck you princess..” He said between moans. The way your tongue swirled around his tip was something.
“Of course.” You gave one last lick. From the base to the tip before standing up. You slid off your pink panties. His eyes watching and god did they have such a primal look in them.
He just wanted to fuck you so bad. He pressed the button on the side of the limo. “Yes sir?” The driver upfront answered through the speaker. “Take us for a drive around.” Montague ordered. Receiving a yes sir before ending the call. He smirked up at you and pressed another button. The limos led lights turning on. He switched them to red and spun you around. You giggle and he pulls you down, lining himself up. Sliding into you, a moan escaping both your lips. He grabbed your hips and moved you up and down on him. You helped him and moved with each motion. Listening to his moans. Letting a few of your own escape your lips.
His hand slid down between your legs rubbing your clit in slow sensual circles.
“You’re so tight princess.. I’d pay good money to fuck this pussy all the time.” he offered as he slammed his dick into you.
“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.” You said between moans. With that he picked up the pace. Getting a little handsy. He slid his hands up your body. Pinching your nipples through the lacy pink bra you wore.
“You gonna cum for me?” You asked in a seductive low tone. He leaned up to whisper in your ear. “I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face.” He moaned and kissed your neck spanking your ass to get up. You bit your lip and slid off him. Getting on your knees quickly as he jerked himself off for a few seconds. “Fuck that pussy was so good princes.” He groaned as he stood up. Aiming his dick over your face. Your mouth opens to get a taste of his seed. He cummed all over your face.
Coating it in his white liquid. He was careful to avoid your beautifully done hair. He had standards after all.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful with my cum all over your face.” He said as he held your chin. Watching you swallow his cum did something to him.
You looked up at him with a smirk tugging at your lips.
“I know what I want.” You said mentioning the offer of him getting you anything you wanted.
->Montague forgot his tripod stand. Maybe your ass would work better
->2k words
(request)
Too bad working for the Society meant going on missions with the most annoying man ever.
Montague.
His french accent: annoying
His outfit: ugly
The way he nitpicks everything: infuriating
He never wanted to listen to You. He never got the right things on the list for the mission. Always forgetting something. Last time he forgot the sticky bombs. Wonder what he will forget this time. It was just a steak out mission.
There was a rumor that The Under Ground would be attacking Lavish Lair today. That’s how you found yourself on top of one of the snowy mountains that surrounded the mansion. Montague right next to you. His supplies are back in the Jeep. The two of you were just watching below. Trying to see if anything suspicious or off was going on.
You both just sat in the snow. You mentally hated it. Back at your mansion there was no snow. You lived closer to Ritzy Rivera. So coldness wasn’t something you cared for. Montague on the other hand? He must be as cold as his heart.
“Wait.. I see something.. I think it’s that Hope girl Valeria talked about.” He got up spraying snow all over. Some of it landed on you, letting out an annoyed groan when you got up. He walked over with his Sniper Rifle.
Here we go.
He loaded it and held up the gun. Until he noticed one thing.
He had the wrong scope. So aiming to hold it up wasn’t going to happen. He shook too much.
Mistake number two.
He didn’t even bring the tripod.
“What now? Did you forget something again?” Your voice was laced with annoyance already.
“Yes, in fact I did. I have the wrong scope.” He looked over at you as he spoke. Eyeing you up and down in thought.
“So? Get the tripod and aim the best you can.” You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious.
“I didn’t bring it.” His voice was lower now. Almost menacing. He was obviously annoyed at you too but he had an idea.
“So what now? I only have my AR that isn’t going to do shit from up here.” You practically yelled at him. He did this too often.
“I’ll tell you what we're gonna do. Get on your knees.” He demanded pointing near the edge of the cliff. “What the hell, why?” You questioned glaring at him.
“Just do it, trust me.” He kept pointing at the spot. He was far too strong to deny. He could just shoot you right now if he wanted too. So you listened and groaned as you let your knees sink into the cold snow. You mentally thought of ways to get him back. Maybe on another mission you could dump cold water on him or-
You were cut out of your thoughts when he shoved you down to the ground completely with his foot. Your face shoved into the snow and your arms slid down.
Your back end was arched up, ass in the air. You spit out snow as you lifted up your head. Using your hand to wipe off the snow. “What the fuck is your idea?” You looked back at him as he got on one knee. Laying the barrel of the sniper on your ass.
“Put your head down or i’ll blow it off.” He warned and watched you slowly lower your head.
“Hurry up.” You groaned. What the fuck kind of idea is this.
Montague on the other hand was having a hard time aiming right. One reason; you were moving too much.
Another?
He was staring at your ass. The position he got you in so easily. You both always got annoyed at each other and got into fights. Yet you both always chose to do missions together despite the hatred. With hatred comes tension. Sometimes the tension feels a little too sexual.
His eyes wandered from the target below to you to the target.
Once he finally focused in he got a good aim. His hand on the trigger ready to blow this Underground agent's head off you moved.
“Fuck!” He yelled pointing the gun's muzzle at your head. “Stop fucking moving.” He growled as he watched you freeze. You knew his dumb ass would never pull the trigger. But it did scare you slightly.
“My bad i’m in the freezing fucking snow with an idiot using my ass as a tripod for his fucking gun!” You yelled not even looking at him. Keeping your face forward as you felt the gun move from your head. It was replaced by his hands gripping your hair. He pulled you back to his chest. He dropped his sniper and leaned into your ear.
“Stop talking back.” His accent slurred most of his words when his voice was this low with anger. His other hand laid on your thigh.
“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Shoot me?” You smirked as him tugging on your hair didn’t make you scared. It makes your mind wander to other things. He was also losing his focus on the mission. His eyes looked down at you, how your lips slightly parted and you looked up at him fully. His hand tangled in your hair.
“No, I might do something else though.” He warned his eyes were half lidded now. The feeling of you pressed to his chest made him feel things he tried to ignore when around you. Now he was letting those feelings go freely.
“What is something else, Montague?” Your voice closed in a whisper as you got to his name. If only you knew how that drove him crazy. He could feel himself hardening. Dick straining against his dress pants.
“You really wanna do this?” His question was almost a whisper as he leaned his head down closer. His stubble looked so much better up closer. His blue and brown eyes looking into yours. The scar made him look menacing despite the blush on his cheeks.
His frosted tipped hair moved with the motion of the icy wind.
“Maybe I do.” Your hand moved on top of his hand that was laying on your thigh still. That gave him the answer he needed.
He closed the gap between you two and let his lips engulf yours. All the feelings of anger, annoyance, and sexual tension went into the kiss. All the times you two argued and got into each other's faces now came to a close. Any time you two argue after this it is surely going to end the same way this mission is going to end.
His hand moved yours off his as he slid it further down to the inside of your thigh. His hand in your hair pulling your head back further. He didn’t really like his angle of kissing. He wanted to grab your face and shove his tongue into your mouth.
Despite that desire he kept you in this position.
You pulled away from him and gasped slightly. He went to lean back in wanting, no needing more of you. He wanted your lips back on his. He actually wanted them all over his body.
“It’s too cold for this.” You sighed, you could feel his hard dick against your ass. Or was it his belt? Either way it was extremely hard.
“Why not?” He practically begged. His voice was still low but it had a desperate array to it. He wanted you now. He didn’t wanna wait.
“Let’s go to the Jeep.. come on. Je veux te baiser.” He cooed in your ear his french accent even more prominent as he spoke in his native tongue. “What does that mean?” You asked, laughing slightly.
He got closer to ear his hot breath tickling your neck.
“I want to fuck you.” His voice was so low and husky you could feel yourself throbbing.
“Then take me to the Jeep.” You whispered back and without a second thought he had lifted you up and was trudging through the snow to the Jeep. You littered his neck with wet sloppy kisses before he laid you down in the back seat. You scooted to the other seat as he crawled in. He leaned up to the passenger seat and grabbed the lever. Shoving it all the way to the front to give himself more room.
He loomed over you and smirked. “I want you on my lap now.” He growled and sat back in the seat. You crawled up to sit on his lap. He spread his legs out a little more. His diamond belt buckle really added to his outfit.
You leaned closer and kissed him. His medallion hitting your chest as you got closer. He kissed back. His plump lips moved with yours in such a needy fashion. He wanted you so badly. He wanted to fuck you so hard you’d forget about any other man who ever pleased you.
He pushed you back and took a breath. You took this pause to unbuckle his belt. Undoing his dress pants and just pulling out his dick from his boxers. You didn’t bother pulling his pants down. You just pushed the flaps of his pants to the side and his belt. He helped you slide off your pants quickly and underwear. He stared at you before leaning his head back against the headrest of the seat.
He grabbed your hips and lifted you over his perked up dick. “You ready?” He asked as he slid one hand down to line himself up with your entrance.
You nodded and slid down on him. You bit your lip holding back your moan. Montague on the other hand? He let his moan echo in the car. He didn’t hold back on the noises. He hadn’t fucked someone in so long.
He was too busy keeping the Society in order. He loved how your pussy tightened around his dick. This feeling was better than any successful heist he had ever been on. Money made him have a happy feeling but this pussy made him want to live.
He wanted to wake up every day knowing he could fuck you when ever you wanted.
He wanted to please you instead of annoy you.
He made a mental note to forget the tripod again.
“Montague..” You let his name slip out of your mouth in a high pitch moan. He grunted and slurred out random words or phrases in french. You didn’t understand them but you assumed they were good.
He held you still by the hips and slammed his dick up in you. Letting his hips go up and down ramming his dick into you. You both let out moans of pleasure. He slid one of his gloved hands down and used his thumb to make slow circle motions around your clit.
“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” You squealed as you felt yourself coming undone with each thrush of his dick. He groaned in agreement and grabbed your face with his free hand. Slamming his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He moaned as he felt you cum on his dick. His motions became sloppy and he moved in and out at different paces. You watched his face scrunch up in pleasure and a low “oh fuck” came out of him before he pulled out and came on his vest.
Good thing he had 500 others.
He looked you in the eyes as you both calmed down from your highs.
“Oscar can defend himself.” He chuckled and pulled you back to him.
You walked around the Agency. One of the many agents working under Midas and the Ghost organization. Your white suit hugged you beautifully. The accents of gold matched the Agencies aesthetic.
Midas seemed to just love gold. As it was apparent by his hands and touch. You smirk as you remember the last incident with him. He had come back to his office after a long day. He always seemed so gruff and angry.
The second you entered his office he sat up. He never wanted to be seen slouching. He didn’t want anyone seeing him in any way except vigilant. He needed to be known as a stone cold leader.
The curse he was given now seemed to aid him in his missions. Easily just turning enemies to gold. Though he could somewhat control his power he longed to just be able to touch someone.
It seemed while his agents trusted him he noticed none would ever touch him. Not even a brush on the shoulder.
Except you.
You’d come in and grab the papers he handed you without hesitation. Hands brushing on his cold golden ones.
He would hide his blush by turning away in his chair and dismissing you.
He hadn’t had someone touch him since his late wife. That was long ago.
Jules was off somewhere else. He wished her well.
She would not like the idea of her father with some random agent he hired.
Or would she?
He always found himself wanting to make her happy. She was the last thing he had to be happy over.
Till you.
Now every mission seemed like a death sentence. He would send you out and desperately wait for your radio back to make sure you were okay.
He would never show that side. He came off as cold and aggravated half the time.
A hot kind of anger.
You’d annoy him on purpose. Giving him attitude or telling him off when you knew you were right in an argument.
You headed down past his office. Assuming he was leaning over his desk with his brows furrowed, hands clasped together deep in thought. That’s how he was always there.
Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to just be in there with him.
Not getting in trouble for some mishap on a mission.
Just in there with him.
Maybe you had to admit you had a slight attraction to your boss.
He was quite handsome.
His tie, slender build, cold demeanor and that scowl he wore on his face.
Oh and those tattoos.
How you ached to see the ones under his uniform.
Good thing the second you walked past he radioed you to come into his office.
You obliged and turned back around.
Heading back to his office and opening the door without knocking.
How he got so annoyed at that.
“Forgot to knock.” His deep voice hit your ears.
“Oops habit.” A smirk tugged at your lips as you sat in the chair in front of his desk. Legs crossing slowly. He watched you cross your legs, his one good eye taking you all in. Oh how he wanted to just shove you against the wall and fuck the attitude out of you. He fought back those thoughts and rolled his eyes at your response. God how he just wanted to press his lips to your moody ones.
“You gonna stare at me or tell me why you need me in here?” Such a sassy response. He bit his lip slightly and held his hands together. He leaned over the desk a little, his eye cold. “I called you in here so I can ask you about the most recent mission. You thought it was a good idea to seduce the Shadow guard?” His voice seethed of anger and what else was that? Jealousy?
“Hmm it was a good idea, he fell for that sweet talk and I just flashed him. Nothing bad.” You shrugged and leaned back in your chair. He scowled at the idea of you doing that.
“That is outrageous for you to be doing out on missions! You are a sophisticated agent, you should not be going around flashing your breast to random enemy agents!” He slammed his fist against the desk. The part where his hand met the wood turning to gold. His anger was really showing.
You simply smiled at him. Not affected by his anger. It turned you on more than it put you off. You saw how his nose and eyes scrunched in anger, his jaw clenched and his face turned slightly red.
“Seems someones a little jealous that they weren’t the ones getting flashed.” You bit your lip and slowly slid your leg that was crossed over down. Spreading your legs open a little. His eye instantly traveled down and then back up.
“Why would I be jealous of that.” He eyed you suspiciously. You sat up a little bit and leaned over.
“You just give me a lot of reasons to think that.” You statted matter of factly as you unbuttoned your blazers single button. Popping it off and sliding it behind you on the chair. Your hands traveled up to your white dress shirt collar. Undoing its button and then traveling down, just enough to expose your bra.
His gaze traveled down to your chest. He bit his lip ever so slightly. He had a good way of showing he didn’t care on the outside but on the inside.. God his body was churning. He could feel himself hardening in his jeans. He looked you in the eyes. “I’m not jealous of that Shadow agent.” He stood up from his chair. His imprint in his jeans is noticeable. He didn’t care right now. He wanted to show you that he in fact did not give two shits about someone else seeing you in ways he longed for.
His body loomed over you. His head titled just enough to show off some of his tattoos better. You bit your lip and pulled your bottom lip down with your pointer finger. “Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?” A teasing remark slipped through your lips. Soon enough you found his hand gripping your chin. He leaned down to your level slightly.
“I’m not happy to see you, I'm irritated by you.” He warned in a low whisper. His lips were close to your ear and it was honestly so hot. To hear his voice even lower, your eyes flicked down to his crotch. Seemed like he was enjoying being this close to you. No matter what he says.
“Oh I'm so sorry that I irritated you.” Your hot breath hit his neck. He instinctively leaned closer. Wanting no longing for you to take this further. Despite what he says. He would deny deny deny but he truly wanted you.
“Perhaps I could.. Irritate you more.” You kissed his jawline and slid off your dress shirt. “Unclasp my bra, I know you want to.” He groaned, the small kiss on his jawline had made him increasingly hard on worse. He gave in and unclasped your bra. “I’m doing it so you’ll leave me alone.” He lied, he wanted to see you. He wanted you. Simple as that.
If exploring your body was a mission he would be the first one to jump on board.
“Okay yeah, sure boss.” You hummed in fake agreement as he let himself take in your naked top half.
God he just wanted to get these tight ass jeans off and feel any part of you around his dick. He didn’t care if it was your mouth, hands, or pussy. He just wanted you. In any way you’d let him have you.
“Fuck you.” He groaned out as he watched you jiggle your breast.
“Oh you wanna fuck me? You really know how to get to the point huh?” You bite your lip, tugging him closer by grabbing his tie. “Admit it Midas.. You want me. Don’t lie. It’s just me and you. No one is going to judge you for giving in. Showing a little.. Affection.” Your eyes flicked down to your lips; voice laced with lust.
“You really are the observant agent huh?” He gave in slightly running his cold golden hands across your exposed breast. You moaned slightly as the coldness of his hand touched your nipples. He felt his body react to your noises. He himself let out a low grunt.
“You better pray that no one walks in, or your ass is in trouble.” He sneered in your ear as he picked you up. The quick sweep off your feet made you giggle slightly.
“Oh ya? My ass is in trouble? You're gonna spank it or something.” You quipped back running a hand through his hair as he shoved things off his desk to set you down.
“Something like that.” He nodded and grabbed your knees. Spreading your legs apart and pulling you to the edge of the table.
He put himself between your legs and pressed his hard on up to your core.
“Oh ya, you seem very irritated by me.” You teased and he groaned in annoyance as well as pleasure.
“Shut up or I’ll make you shut up.” He growled in your ear.
“How are you gonna make me?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes fluttering as you asked.
“Either I'm gonna shove my dick in your mouth or I'll kiss you so hard it bruises your lips.” He breathed on your neck, teasing you with his hot and drawn out breaths.
“I think I like both options..” You snickered and ran your left hand up the back of his neck into his hair. He shook slightly as you ran your hand through his hair.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long..” You leaned in closer. Kissing his neck and licking over the lines of his tattoos. Following the designs with your tongue. You had never heard a man moan so slowly as him.
“Fuck.. you’re such a damn tease.” He breathed out as his body shook from your licks and kisses on his neck. “I love your tattoos.” You said between kisses on his neck. Leaving a few hickeys. “Oops..maybe we should take off your vest and shirt.. I’d love to see all your tattoos.” You leaned back from kissing his neck. You wanted to know what the tattoos looked like fully on him.
His response was a low moan, his head rolling back. Your hands ran down his vest and unbuttoned it. Sliding it off him in one quick motion. He was like a rag doll.
Moving with your motions; not protesting at all.
Then his tie was off.
You took your time unbuttoning his shirt. Tattoo after tattoo coming into view. You took in every one mentally drawing out routes for your tongue to take over the patterns. You didn’t even notice how he watched you gaze at his body. Once his shirt was finally off he stood only in his dress pants. A sight to see. The outline of his dick was almost screaming to be released from its prison.
“Fuck.. “ He whimpered.
You bit your lip gripping his chin. He looked down at you, from the angle his head was at his eyes had that pissed off look. The one that screamed: you better watch what you do.
“Don’t give me that look, you can say you like this. You’ve made enough noises for me to know.” You teased in such a seductive tone he almost just gave in. Dropped the demeanor of trying to keep his dignity.
Your hands traced over his shirtless body now. Fingers tracing over every line and loop of the ink that painted his body. You wondered how much pain tolerance he had. Must not be much if he can’t stand the boner in his pants for longer than 5 minutes.
You pushed him back gently, hopping off the desk. His eyes watched as your breast jiggled from the slight jump.
You smiled up at him and looked at his chest. You kissed his shoulder. He closed his eyes as your lips traced down to his chest. You licked over his inked skin. Following the lines of the tattooed wings. Gliding your tongue over his nipples a few times to tease him. Moans escaped his lips a few times. The way you glided your tongue over him and bent down slowly. Getting lower and lower.. Fuck you were good.
The lines of his tattoos stopped right at the him of his dress pants. You looked up at him with a teasing smile. His response was an eye roll and a lip bite. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me too.” You said it so sweetly, going to get up from the ground.
“Fuck, just suck it.” He demanded unbuckling his belt in annoyance. Not at you but himself. He sighed a little as his belt released some of the pressure on his dick. You shook your head with a smirk. Going back down and sliding his pants to his dress shoes.
“Oh I think I'll have fun sucking it.” Your tone was soiled with lust. You could feel yourself growing even wetter.
You palmed him through his boxers, those beautiful moans of his escaping his lips without hesitation this time. “Don’t fucking tease or I’m just gonna fucking shove it in your mouth.” He warned, his voice sounded almost deadly.
“Yes sir.” Your said submissively sliding off his boxers quickly. Watching as his dick sprung up. You got to work. Taking him in your mouth. Going slow to antagonize him at first. His response? Gripping your hair and shoving himself fully in your mouth. You gagged slightly but took it. After he let go you continued at a faster pace. Taking whatever you couldn’t reach with your mouth with your hand. His moans filled the office so loud it wouldn’t surprise you if the whole agency heard.
Before you could feel the warmth of his cum in your mouth he pulled you off. “Get on the desk. Now.” He growled in such a low demanding voice you could feel yourself getting wetter every second. You sat back up on the desk. Legs spread slightly. He kicked off his shoes then his pants. Walking up to you. Sliding off your pants so fast you almost forgot you had them off. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to go on any missions for a week.” He whispered in your ear as he got closer to you. Lining himself up with your entrance before sliding in. Despite his current threat of fucking you so hard, he slid in slowly. Letting you get used to the feeling of his dick in you.
“You gonna fuck me hard or fuck me like i’m your new virgin girl friend?” You teased grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. He grunted and slammed his hips into you. You moaned, leaning your head back before getting used to the slams. He kept up the fast pace letting out his own moans and groans. Your tongue found his neck tattoos all too quickly. Tracing over the designs. Your teeth leaving sweet love bites all over.
“You’re so fucking.. Fuck.. I’d turn anyone into gold for you.” His voice shook in your ear. He was sweating and grabbing you so hard. “Oh yeah? Would you do anything for me baby?” You asked as you leaned closer to his face. He opened his eyes and looked at you.
“I’d do anything for you, baby.” He offered the pet name back. You laughed quietly and kissed him softly. Countering the rough pace he was going.
You two shared a sweet and soft kiss, as the feeling of his dick ramming into you was also present. He loved how soft your lips were. How you let a few moans slip out allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth.
Your tongues danced around each other before he pulled away. Letting out a low moan: a warning of the orgasm he was about to hit. You too let out a soft moan. He slid his cold golden hand down. Circling your clit with his pointer finger, urging you to cum. With each circle you felt yourself getting closer and closer.
“Cum with me baby, just let it out.” He groaned his request into your ear, with that you felt your self com undone. As you hit your climax a second later he hit his. The warm cum filled you to the brim, he didn’t pull out right away. He sat for a second catching his breath. He looked even hotter here. Your arms had wrapped around his shoulders, his hair sweaty and messed up, eyes droopy from finally hitting his biggest high.
“You were so good..Maybe i’ll put down a special mission for you to just come in here and-”
“I’d like that.” you cut him off giving him a kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed back pulling out of you after it ended.
He walked off to get some tissues to clean you and himself up. Afterwards you stumbled to the door. He rushed over. His tie was crooked and your suit was all wrinkled. Neither of you cared. He helped you down to your room in the upper end of the agency.
“I’ll see you later, baby.” He flashed a genuine smile before walking out. Your heart skipped a beat. He never smiled.
Today's mission was a little different. You were being sent to the Grand Glacier Hotel. How grand it truly is you will find out. Montague has been on the UnderGrounds list for a while.
His vault had many items inside that would give clues as to where Peely was.
Only problem was there was no way inside without distracting the boss.
He was quite the mastermind you had to admit. Going from a low life thief to a rich billionaire. Leader of the Society. Heart of diamond, nerves of steel.
He really had his slogan going for him. Owner of a fancy hotel? He knew how to get the bag.
Too bad he had no idea about you. High agent in the UnderGround knew just how to get a rich man's attention.
You pulled up to the hotel on your high class motorcycle. Why get a lambo? It wouldn’t stand up.
Your diamond motorcycle was more classy. Beadies didn’t Montage love diamonds.
Your outfit was detected out in blue and crystals. A classy race suit. With a helmet just as decorated. This was how you always went to missions.
With your motorcycle and wit.
The only reason you even got so high up in the Under Ground was your motorcycle gang. They were tired of the millionaires on the island taking areas that they owned.
You headed up the steps looking through your helmet's glass.
A few guards walked around. They instantly turn to you as you enter the building. Your suit glittering in the light of the hotel lobby. Montague was at the top of the steps. He instantly looked at you.
You noticed his eyes widen at the sight of your outfit. Diamonds sure did catch his attention. Seemed like he had an interest already by the way he walked down putting a hand up in a guard's face to make his way over to you.
His medallion on his neck glistened. You needed to keep him distracted for about an hour. Jonsey and Hope said any longer and you’d need to leave quickly. Meaning the mission failed.
“How lovely to see a new face.” The man's French accent hit your ears. A smug smirk tugged at his lips. He sure as hell had a handsome face. Almost felt like a waste to want to take this man down.
Perhaps you could take him down in a different way. There was an idea for a distraction.
“How lovely it is to see your face.” You offred back as a witty response, slowly sliding off your helmet. Shaking out your hair and letting your helmet rest on your waist. Giving him a quick up and down glance.
He let out a breathy laugh at your response. “Love to see a woman in diamond.” He bit his lip giving you a once over glance. “Love to see a man in diamond.” You took a step closer. He didn’t move. He was beginning to enjoy this. He had flirted with many women before.
He knew what they liked. How to charm and woo them.
“What brings you here?” He titled his head the white tips of his hair parted so perfectly The scar on his eye made him look so much more menacing.
“I need a room for the night. Traveling to Ritzy Rivera tomorrow. It’s a tad bit too far of a drive for now though.” You offered a quick excuse. He nodded his head thinking over it. “Of course. We have plenty of rooms.” He headed over to the check in area. You followed him taking note of his outfit.
“Room 203.” He held out the key to you, your hands brushing as you took it. Or well his gloved hands.
“Do you mind if we chat for a while?” You quipped quickly noting how he began to walk off.
He thought for a second. You had caught his attention greatly. He never saw a woman just pull up to the front on a motorcycle. Specifically dolled out in diamonds.
All the girls he had talked to or been in the presence of drooled or fell over his feet. They never wanted to just talk.
Maybe you were different. He was rich, had a whole business to run and a gift to make things into diamonds. Perhaps you liked him for him, as much as you knew.
You seemed rich enough. Didn’t need his money.
“Sure, we can chat.” He nodded and sat down on one of the chairs in the lounge.
You took a seat in front of him. Eyeing him with your poker face.
“Do you often wear such little clothing when biking in the snowy mountains?” His question almost shocked you. Perhaps you did have little clothing on. Your racing suit was a one piece. With holes at the knees, a gap to show your stomach and some of your back. Cleavage on display as well. Perhaps that’s what he liked.
“Do you like what you see or are you complaining?” You bit your lip and leaned back in the chair. Noticing his eyes go from yours to your exposed chest area.
“The first option.” He leaned forward in his chair, hands clasping together.
“Though I would hate to only like you for your body. Do tell me about yourself.” He leaned back now instead of forward. Eyes going back to yours. Being respectful.
“Right.” A small smile creeped up your face. “I race motorcycles and cars. Got my own motorcycle club. Could say I get quite a lot of money from racing.” You crossed your legs and titled your head a little. “I don’t fall so easily into men like you. So, I'm sorry to burst your bubble if you thought this was going to go somewhere. When I drove that bike up here I didn’t have my legs wide open. Mr.Heart of Diamonds.” A smug smirk came on your face at his reaction.
“Oh no my heart.” He clutched his chest acting to be in pain. “This girl got me, what a shame she won’t like me.” A fake cry came from him now. He stood up quickly. Gaining himself back to his straight face and tough exterior.
“I’ll show you how to spread your legs open for me.” He stood over you. He was quite tall. The earpiece covered by your hair went off.
“Vault successful. Heading out soon.” Hope's voice rang through.
He leaned down, his hands gripping the arm rests of the chair. You looked up at him. Smirks on both your faces.
“One of us is going to have to crack.” His voice was so low you almost couldn’t understand him. The accent wasn’t helping either.
The tension was high as he was merely centimeters from your face. The second you walked into this hotel you knew it would end like this.
Did you mind? No. To be truthful his file photo was pretty handsome.
There was a reason you were so quick to take this mission. You one knew you could distract him but also. You wanted to distract him.
He was a bad man. Your group hated him. But imagine how much he could help your club. You could own half the island with him.
Race on the side and become higher up in the world. The UnderGround was bound to end someday. These guys were too good. It’s not like Hope is going to be able to take down her sister.
Everyone saw how she looked when her sister was mentioned. She could never hit the killing shot. It would have to be here to give the go on it.
This other option had so much more potential for you in the long run.
You had betrayed an agency before. Shadow wasn’t so keen on you.
Midas just had better options for you. Of course you’d be a double agent. Feeding info to both sides never choosing one.
This time you’d choose a side.
“Why don’t you give in then? You seem like you want this.” Your teasing voice hit Montagues ears.
He didn’t even care that you two were in the public lounge now. He chuckled and smashed his lips to yours. “I’d give in any time.” He said between kisses. His lips were cold yet they kissed you with such hunger.
“You’re the most outstanding woman I've met. To act like you don’t care about the richest man on the map kissing you. Such a little bitch.” He fell back on his chair. Pulling you over with him.
You slung your legs over and sat on his lap.
“Maybe I don’t care.” You teased back, lips back on him. His only response was a quiet moan.
His hands gripped your sides, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. “I know you care, how could you not, beautiful?” He shook his head. His hair shook slightly.
He pulled you back and let his lips hold yours captive.
He kissed with such eagerness. Were you truly this desirable?
Perhaps he was just very horny.
“Mission is a success. Head out now.” Hope's voice echoed in your ear as Montauges tongue explored your mouth.
You ignored the cue to leave. It will be easy. Just get up and walk out. Leaving the man hard and confused.
Though you didn’t want to leave so soon. Or ever for that matter.
“Let me walk you to your room, please.” His eagerness to see you to your room made your heart skip a beat. For him to be a gentleman even after such a hot make out sesh.
You got off his lap and accepted his offer. He gave a flirty smile and headed up the stairs, leading you to your room.
The sound of the door unlocking then quickly shutting was all you heard as your lips were sealed to Montagues again. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, not letting go.
You let him hold you. He was deprived of someone.
He could have all the girls he wanted yet he refused to get too handsy. He would let them please him. Not giving much to them. Not like they cared, they just wanted the money.
You were different.
You made his heart melt.
His nerves flare up.
Your hands running through his hair caused him to be reminded of the boner growing painfully harder in his pants.
“I have known you for only a few hours, yet I want you forever.” His husky words made you think.
You pulled back from him. Looking up at him with a serious face. “Are you serious?” His answer would change your life and reputation forever.
“More serious than I have ever been in my life.” He whispered in your ear. “As long as you aren’t taking me for my money I’d be glad to call you mine.” He kissed your neck as his hot breath tickled your skin.
“I’ll take you for something else if you let me.” You moaned out receiving a chuckle from the man.
“Thought you’d never ask.” He shoved you down on the silky bed. Trench coat being torn off and vest unbuttoned in seconds.
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The way he had worshiped you in bed. Grabbed you in all the right places and made sure you were okay with anything; made you want to be his even more.
You were his woman. The reason he was happy to get up in the morning. Sure he had money and a gift to turn anything to diamonds, but you were the best gift in his life.
He had begged you to stay, bring your club here. He would help you out.
He was so soft around you, yet such an ass hole to everyone else.
Even better.
You never went back to the UnderGround. You never even notified them of your leave.
It must have shocked them all the moment your own Pub was established not too far from Grand Glacier.
Not only that but your club had joined you. Hearing the perks and benefits of this new business deal.
Not only did you own a part of the map, have Montague around your finger, and a biker club decked out in so many weapons the UnderGround would regret losing you, you also had power.
All the Millionaires on the map know you now.
They know their boss doesn’t want his girl to be messed with.
It was only a matter of time before the UnderGround was taken out.
This was the task. Make it to Grand Glaciers and steal Montague's diamond necklace. Which sounded easier in Jonseys head.
For you how ever it would prove to be an unsuccessful mission. With an interesting out come.
You made it over the snow. Grimacing at Jonseys idea of an entrance. You weren’t a well known member of the under ground. You mainly did your work behind a mask. Covering your face. Now you were out without it.
The goal was to ask for help. Montague was hostile you knew that. This was a risk. Get caught and you could end up like Peely.. or worse.
So you made your way down the snowy landscape to the door. A few henchman swatted around. Around you questions. You gave them your best act. Crying and stating you needed somewhere to stay. After all the rich people on the map needed to protect the people. Or else they slip and lose power.
They reluctantly agreed and let you inside. The mansion was nice. A large stair case in the center of the first room. Leading up both ways to the second floor.
“Montague will see you soon.” One of the henchman said watching you as you took a seat on one of the many couches. Just looking around at the books on the many shelves around you.
You mentally took note of any escape routes. Or any ways to get back inside if this went well.
It had been a few minutes. Mind you perhaps an hour. Foot steps came behind you. A throat cleared and a French accent hit your ears.
“Hello.” A simple greeting was given. You turned around. Your eyes took in the man before you. Maybe you’d seen his profile on Hopes computer. Maybe you’d see his file I.D photo but damn.. he looked better in person.
The scar on his eye made him look even more intimidating. The large diamond necklace that laid on his neck was what you came here for.
“Hello.” You stood up quickly giving a weak smile. Playing into the act.
“You need a place to stay I hear? Or help. You have come to the right place.” He smiles but it didn’t seem friendly. It seemed sinister. Like he knew something. But what?
“Yes.. please I need a place to stay.” You agreed eagerly and smiled hopefully. He nodded and snapped his fingers. One of the henchman walking over. “I want you to set up the room beside mine for her. Make it cozy.” He ordered giving the guy some kind of look. He nodded in understanding and hurried off up the stairs.
“Come on. Let’s go get you some dinner.” He cooed in your ear. Was he flirting? Or trying to come off as polite.. the best way you’d assume these rich ass holes could.
You followed him down to the dinning room. It was as you suspected. Grand a large. With a huge table. Despite that he sat beside you at one of the side chairs. Offering you any food you’d like.
A cook would come out and server you both. Laying down the dishes. He thanked them and shooed them off. You noticed he wasn’t carrying his gun you’d always see him with in photos. Interesting. Maybe he had his guard down.
“So, where do you come from?” His voice was low and his accent was giving off a sort of.. vibe. His eyes would land on you as you ate. “Pleasant Plaza.. I had no clue how I got over here. First thing I remember was being in a car and then landing in the snow.” Your story wasn’t a lie. Jonsey set it up like that. Making sure any of the cameras here saw a car and you getting thrown out just a little ways off.
“How terrible.” His hand laid on your thigh with a sympathetic look on his face. Was his accent always this seductive? “I’ll take care of you.” He smiled and leaned closer. The diamond around his neck glistening in the light. His eyes looking deep in mine.
“I’ll give you a gift.” He smiled and got up. He walked out somewhere and came back. Holding a rock. He sat down and smiled. “See this?” He looked at the rock then you. A smirk on his face “yeah..?” You answered confused. He covered the rock with his hand and squeezed. Opening his palm, showing a diamond sitting there now. No rock in sight.
“For you, mon amour.” He bit his bottom lip. He was definitely being seductive. Your heart skipped a beat slightly. Your face flushed. What was happening? He was the enemy.. but he was really attractive.
“Come come, I’ll show you your room.” He slid the diamond into your hand. Giving a quick smile before heading down the hall. You followed quickly not wanting to get lost inside the mansion. It be embarrassing telling Jonsey you couldn’t succeed in the mission because you had gotten lost.
He opened a room door and inside made you gasp. You had never seen such a decorated and suffocated room. You turned to look at Montague who had already made his way over to the bed. “I hope you don’t mind, the sheets aren’t the.. most girly.” He chuckled to him self, they were a deep navy blue.
“It doesn’t really matter.” You shrugged and sat down on the edge. This mission could last 1-2 days. If you aren’t back by 3 Jonsey was sure to send in people.
You almost felt bad. You had to take all these people down. It was what was best but.. it be such a waste of a handsome face. He sat down beside you. Letting himself relax a little. “You can stay as long as you like.” His voice was low again. The privacy of the room made your heart beat faster. He was definitely a charmer that was for sure.
“Thank you.” Your voice was soft and lowered to the same tone as his. He leaned in closer. His eyes having this alluring affect on you. “I don’t think I’ve seen someone as beautiful as you in a long time.. I don’t go out much. With all the threats I get.” He slid his hand ontop of yours. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Do you think I’m handsome, ma chérie?” His lips were so close to yours.
You hesitated. Do you just go for it? Perhaps it’ll confuse him. Enough for you to succeed in the mission.
You leaned in and let his lips touch yours. His being cold yet smooth. Your lips were warm and chapped. Contrasting his. He groaned and pulled you closer. You let out a slight moan letting him push you down on the bed. He pulled away and smirked down at you.
You put your hand on his cheek and smiled. His face flushed and he kisses you again. You closed your eyes and let it happen. He grew tired of his coat restraining his arms. Sliding it off and letting it fall to the floor.
His gloved hands gripped your hips. He smirked as you unbuttoned his vest. Taking it off and leaving him in his black dress shirt and pants.
His diamond necklace still hung at his neck. He loomed over you a playful smile on his face. “Didn’t suspect this.” He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Nor did I.” You answered honestly.
Part of you knew this would help the mission. Another part of you just wanted to keep going out of selfishness. Montague is very.. attractive. It’s not like this wasn’t what you wanted.
Especially how he kissed you and went down to your neck. He didn’t even know your name but his sweet words like darling, love, and sunshine we’re enough for you.
Things escalated and you laid between his legs on the bed. He smirked down at you as you slid onto his lap. Grinding slowly. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Letting him self enjoy this.
A plan popped up in your head. As you grinned into him you leaned closer. He fell into a hazy feeling. Not having full thought.
As soon as he was too far into bliss you leaned even closer. Using one hand to you grabbed his necklace. You had already found an escape route in the room: get the necklace and jump out the window. There wasn’t that far of a drop. You’d make it out and head to the rail road. Hope had secret passages around.
Once your hand went to his necklace his eyes flung open. He grabbed your hand. A smirk on his face. Your eyes widened and your thoughts froze.
“I knew you were up to something.” his voice seethed. You glared at him your demeanor changing quickly. You squeezed his dick he groaned in pain and you ripped off his necklace. You got off the bed and ran to the window.
Montague struggled to get off the bed. Half embarrassed he’d get caught like this. He should’ve known you were one of those under ground agents. He couldn’t lie you did attract him. Even now you still did. But he wouldn’t let you tell the tale of how embarrassing you got his necklace.
His cold hands grabbed your shoulders and spun you around before you could leave. You gripped the necklace.
You struggled against him before he slammed you against the wall. His hand gripping your throat.
“You little bitch. I knew you were up to something.” He shoved you against the wall harder. Your eyes widened. His were icy cold. His brows furrowed and hands soaking the breath out of you. His gloved hands didn’t make it easier for you to get out of his grip.
“Let me go!” You struggled. Dropping his necklace. He grabbed it and laughed. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” *he leaned closer his eyes growing even more sinister.
He gripped his necklace hoping the power still worked. He threw you against the wall again. Shards of diamonds bursting through the wall. You stared at them. They were sharp and sparkled in the room light. You soon turned back to him. You could feel your self slowly growing colder. What was he doing?
You looked down. Your skin on your neck around his hands were growing blue. Crystal like diamond. Was he turning you into diamond?
“Montague! Wait- I’ll do anything!” You squirmed. He laughed and let go of you. It was too late. The spot he had touched would always be diamond. A reminder of his touch.
“Oh I have a good plan for you. I think your friend Peely will love to have some company.” He flew his hands down at your feet. Diamonds bursting through the floor. Your feet turning to diamond. You fell off.
A shard of diamond piercing you through the back.
“Tell Jonsey he’s never gonna see his friend again.” Those we’re the last words you heard before the icy cold feeling of the diamond coursed through your body.
Today was some random party my friend was having. I’ve never cared for parties past High School but Vanessa had offered to watch Abby. They always got along. Something I’m grateful for.
Little did I know tonight I was going to be reliving some feelings I’d rather forget.
As I walked into the house everyone was dressed up and dancing.
I had decided to just wear my dress shirt and tie. My black jeans and the best belt I own. I looked around and tried to smile. Mentally remembering that I wasn’t the cool kid I used to be. Or pretended to be.
The night was fine. I chatted with old friends. But something felt off. I turned around.
I saw you dancing in the crowded room. The girl whose heart I broke. You looked so happy when I’m not with you. Smiling and laughing with your friends.
You turned and looked at me. Your eyes widening in surprise till they slowly dipped down. My eyes were already off you. Trying to act as if I wasn’t there. A tear fell from your eye.
My heart ached as I looked anywhere but you. I turned away. Running away from those feelings. I quickly walked off to the kitchen.
I would do this all the time. Run off and think it would solve something.
I noticed as you walked into the kitchen. Going to grab a drink. I was standing by the table. You came walking out with the soda in hand. Walking right past me like I wasn’t there. Pretending like you didn’t care.
I knew better. I saw the tear stain on your cheek.
I looked down. Trying to remember our relationship. I made you think that I would always stay. Despite my issues. We got into a fight and I had said something I should never have said.
I broke your heart like how mine was. Jealous at how easily you could love and forgive. I couldn’t do that.. despite loving you I had to ruin it.
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“Mike! What is your deal? Why can’t we just talk. You never want to talk.” Your voice was thick with sadness. I was doing it again. Freaking out over my life. My brother, taking care of my sister and my job. You were added stress.
“I don’t wanna talk! We can talk later!” I had never yelled at you. I didn’t like raising my voice. So this shook you to your core. Staring at me.
“Nothing is going to solve itself unless you talk. I need you to talk to me Mike. I want us to work. I want this to work.” Your tears stained your cheek. Thankfully Abby was at school. She didn’t need to hear what was going to be spoken.
Your words and budging of me trying to open up was too much. I regret saying what I said. It was the most awful thing I could have spoken to someone who had given me so much love and more.
“Maybe I don’t want us to work! Maybe I don’t want this. You’re always pushing me to open up! Well.. I don’t want to! I don’t need you, Aunt Jane, or anyone. Everyone leaves me anyways! Garret left, my mom left and my dad! Only a matter of time till you leave. So I’ll do it for you, we’re done.” My voice was seething. You stared at me those eyes wide and tears pouring out.
I watched as you left. You had packed your things and were gone. 2 years down the drain. You couldn’t help me if I wasn’t willing to be helped.
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I knew you wouldn’t love me for a second time.
You’d always beg me to talk. Try to solve the issues you knew wouldn’t be solved. I wasn’t fixable. I’d run off from the problems. Leaving you crying.
I walked off from the kitchen and spotted you with your friends again. Your eyes caught mine. We stared at each other. The music blaring, people talking, bodies moving but we stayed in place.
I tried to walk through the crowd. Making my way to you. I ignored your friends snickers and jabs. Something you told me to do all those years ago. Don’t let people get to me.
I’d taken a lot of your advice. Your eyes watched me unsure. “Let’s talk.” Was all I said as I walked out. Assuming you’d follow. Which you did.
We slid outside to the back porch. The inside music noises dying away as the door closed.
A silence fell over us. We didn’t speak for a moment. I looked over at you, tears falling from your face. It had been 3 years since we dated. And yet you still cried for me.
That guilty feeling came back. The one I got when I laid in bed and thought of all the things I did wrong in life.
You were one thing I messed up terribly.
“Why did you break my heart?” You asked quietly.
“Why didn’t you tell me you fell apart?” I countered and looked at her. She looked up at me her eyes red and puffy.
“I-..” you sniffled your tears getting in the way. You couldn’t help but sob.
“I didn’t mean to say those things.” I put my hand on your shoulder, you looked up and caught my eyes. “I wanted to stay. I was dumb to walk off. Losing the one good thing I had in my life. I’ve learned a lot. Take me back.. I wanna stay this time.” My voice was soft. I wanted to sound serious. Show you I wanted this to work.
I had missed you too long. Seeing you in town. Out and about. I had hid. Not wanting you to see me. How low my life had been since I left you.
Now I didn’t care. I wanted you. I wanted you back so bad. So as your tears slid down your face and you thought on my offer. My head spun. Was this a mistake? You surely deserved someone better than me. But I wanted you back.
“Save your tears.” I spoke quietly and wiped them off your cheek. A small blush covered your cheeks. “You can cry another day. I made you do that enough before.” With that you kissed me. Your lips soft. I had miss this feeling. You tears subsided
Music blared through the house. Your friend had decided to throw a party. You honestly didn’t care to be there.
New years around all these people didn’t feel like a good start to your 2000 journey. Why did it have to be so crowded.
You barely knew anyone at the party. Maybe the alcohol was the reason for everyone getting along. It loosened you up. Made you feel like you belonged. Perhaps you should drink. Maybe it help you.
You walked down the small hallway to the kitchen. Passing an open doored room. Honestly you wish you didn’t see the make out sesh going on inside. It simply reminded you of how lonely you were.
Going into the new years yet again without anyone. No amount of grapes eaten under the table or red underwear you buy would secure you a man for the next year.
If only life was that easy.
Mike thought the same. Minus the red underwear. He didn’t really know how to spend new years. Till he got invited to this party. Now he stood in the corner of the kitchen. Watching others talk, kiss, and run off to random rooms to do god knows what.
He felt so alone. He didn’t drink he had to drive home. Abby was off at their grandmas for the night. She always wanted to spend new years with her and Mike. This year Mike opped out of going. He wanted to give this party a try.
He regretted it greatly.
No girl came up to him like these other guys. No girl waved or gave him the eye. He saw so many movies of the girls just coming up and kissing the boy she wanted.
He wouldn’t have that luck. He wouldn’t wanna admit it to anyone but a new years kiss was one of his biggest wishes.
To have someone to hold on new years. Know you’d be with them once the clock hit 12. Secure it with a kiss. Like a fairy tale. It felt like a dream.
Which it was. As Mike knew he was not really desirable. A 25 year old man raising his sister and struggling to make ends meet. Who’d wanna be around that?
You walked into the kitchen. Looking up at the man who stood in the corner. He held a can of Pepsi. Not beer. Which was shocking. You also didn’t drink tonight.
You simply walked up to the small plate of appetizers. Grabbing some grapes. The man chuckled a little.
“Gonna sit under the table and eat them?” His voice sounded teasing but as you looked up his eyes didn’t display the same emotion. He looked tired, worn out but.. some what attractive.
Your face flushed as he had caught on to what you were gonna do. “Yeah. It’s stupid but.. I kinda want to find someone next year.” You looked down at the grapes. 12 in your hand. It had to work.. didn’t it?
He walked closer to you and grabbed 12 him self. “Okay, I’ll give it a try too. I’m wanting to find someone as well. This years been too lonely. Besides 2000 doesn’t sound like a bad year.” He looked at you. you smiled and nodded. He was about the same height as you. Which was cute. Not too tall.. but not terribly short.
“It’s only 11 we can talk under the table if you want.” He nodded towards the kitchen table. You nodded in agreement and headed over to the kitchen table. You both crawled under.
Mike pulled the chairs to cover you two under the table. It sorta felt like just you two were at the house. Besides the music and the sound of people talking.
“I’m Mike by the way.” His eyes flicked up to you. Displaying some new emotion. He seemed intrigued to know you.
“I’m Y/N..” You smiled and looked down at your grapes. “Rough year too?” You asked him not looking up.
“Yeah. Pretty rough. I hope this one’s better. Raising my sister is tough. I’ve never had kids. So.. I’m just praying I’m doing it right.” He sighed and looked down.
Your heart ached. This man seemed so sweet. At least from what he gave off. He seemed like he was caring. Even if his eyes looked dead and tired.
“I’m sure you’ll have a good year. It’s nice you’re there for your sister. I’m sure she appreciates it.” You nudge him gently. Wanting to lighten the mood a little. He chuckled as he looked at the ground shrugging his shoulders.
“I hope she does..” his voice dropped again. You frowned and looked over at him. His shoulders slumped, eyes down and lips in a thin line. He didn’t even seem excited for the new years.
But were you even excited? Every year came with the hopes of something new with the ending of nothing.
You both sat in silence for a few minutes. Though you just met him something pulled you to him. He could say the same for you. Despite coming off as not excited. He quite liked your company. He stared at the floor.
Not because he was awkward , or didn’t wanna talk, but because he wanted to make the perfect conversation. He combed over every possibility. He wanted to talk to you.
You were the first girl at the party to even pay him any attention. For the most part you were the only girl to give him this much attention.
So once he picked the topic it was just a long conversation. He talked about his sister, you talked about your work, he talked about his Aunt Jane and how he disliked her, you talked about how you wished for something great in life.
in a short time you two got to know each. All before the clock hit 11:59.
You learned that Mike longed for a new years kiss once. You told him how you longed for someone to go into the new years with.
And once that clock hit 11:59 you went to the grapes.
You both smiled and popped the grapes in your mouths. Trying to get all 11 in before 12.
Once the clock hit 12 and everyone else shouted happy new years. You and Mike got to your last grape. You stared at him happily. You had done it. You ate all 12 grapes before 12:01.
“We did i-“ Mike was cut off by you leaning in. Pressing a kiss to his lips. He tasted like the grapes. With a mix of Pepsi. He quickly kissed back. His body felt a surge of electric. He didn’t suspect this.
He didn’t realize how tentivly you listened to him as he spoke of his wish. He pulled you closer. Deepening the kiss. Maybe he just met you. Maybe you just met him.
But you had a whole year to get to know each other now.
No cure was going to come to the relationship. No amount of flowers, i’m sorries and kisses would fix this. He never was around. Why should you stay?
He was losing you slowly.
He didn’t even notice at first. Nor did you. It felt fine. He always went to work. He was gone for so long. When he was home he was asleep. Your work schedule and his didn’t line up.
Abby and you hung out more. She was almost like a daughter. You had been dating Mike for 4 years. You’d take Abby to school go to work and then pick her up on your lunch. Rushing back to work after Max showed up.
At first Mike sleeping and trying to save his brother didn’t bother you. He was after all in a hard spot.
You’d gently get into bed. Feeling his arms wrap around you. Pulling you close. A small smile came to your face.
He loved you.
Didn’t he?
Those feelings. Thoughts. Doubts.
Why didn’t he say he loved you?
You couldn’t recall the last time you and Mike even had a conversation. That wasn’t short and simple.
You’d feel his arms slip away from you at 11. He got ready for work and headed out. The rest of the night you’d be alone. Softly crying. Before he got fired from his mall job he was home more.
He’d help cook dinner, play with you and Abby. You knew he had a hard life. He was struggling. Who wouldn’t?
But a small ‘I love you’ wasn’t asking for much. A small kiss on the cheek before he left for work, even if he thought you were asleep. Wouldn’t that be simple?
Today was the breaking point. It was your birthday. It was marked on the calendar in the kitchen. Abby had even mentioned it for the whole week.
You told Mike about the small party that was going to happen at your friends house. You took Abby over. Mike said he’d be there at 5. He had plenty of time to get there. It started at 3. He just wanted to sleep a little.
You understood and told him you’d see him there.
Hannah didn’t understand why he didn’t show up. You were the best thing at this party. It was about you. Why didn’t he come? It was your birthday. 5 passed by. 5:30 still no show. 7.. then 9.. then Abby fell asleep on the couch.
To fake smile and laugh was hard. Your heart ached. Why didn’t he come? It was your birthday. He knew about it. He was more than likely going to say he forgot.
You bid everyone goodbye and took your presents to the car. As well as Abby. At least she had fun. You drove home. Gently laying Abby down in her bed and tucking her in. Whispering good night before leaving her room.
You walked to you and Mikes shared room. You laid down gently. He usually felt you lay down and wrapped his arms around you.
He didn’t tonight.
He was losing you.
Why didn’t he act like he cared? He used to.
You let it go. You didn’t mention it. Afraid of his reply. Afraid you’d lash out at him and say things you didn’t mean.
You decided to just glare at him every morning.
Storms clouded your eyes as he got ready for work. He never noticed. No amount of signs got to him. He didn’t get what he was doing was hurting you.
When he did one night come home and walk up to you it shocked you.
He wrapped his arms around you. Pulling you close. The smell of his cologne clogged your nose. The warm feeling of his body engulfed you.
But there was no pulse for him.. no heart racing feeling as he touched you.
Your face was pale. He never did admit you looked sick. He must not remember how red your face got anytime he hugged or touched you. Even in 4 years he still had that effect. Not anymore.
“I love you.” His words bounced off you like a bullet bouncing off a shield. You didn’t even say it back. You just glared at him. Abby was in her room coloring. You didn’t want her to hear you two fight.
So you didn’t say anything. You just walked off to the kitchen. He stood there. Confused. Why didn’t you say it back?
He went back to ignoring you. He always did. Why try to change the ending you knew was coming?
Saturday finally showed. One of the days you got to see him. And even on those days he’d sleep or just say he wants to be alone. He never used to do this till he got this new job. It’s been 5 months. What was up?
Abby had gone to a friends. The air was thick with loss and indecisions. Why was it to so hard to talk to him now? He felt like a stranger.
You gently walked down the hall to your shared room. Opening the door you walked up to him. Pushing his head phones off his head slowly. His eyes opened and he looked at you.
Annoyance was apparent in his eyes. “What?” He asked his voice gruffy. “I just.. we need to talk Mike.” You pleaded. He simply sat up and sighed. “About what?” He looked straight through you. It’s like he didn’t even know you were there.
Like you were a burden to him.
“What is up with you?” You voice was shaky. It was too late. You were broken.
“What do you mean?” He didn’t get it. He didn’t understand why you were acting like this.
“Why do you ignore me Mike? Why can’t you just talk to me? Really talk to me?” It was over. Tears flowed down your face.
“You need to choose something..”
“Babe..” his voice interrupted you
“I got nothing to believe anymore, unless you’re choosing me.”
“I.. I want to choose you. Work is a lot and you know that I have a lot of things going on-“
“Just stop..” your voice cut through him. He saw the look on your face. It was over. He could tell. How couldn’t he tell sooner?
“You’ve already lost me Mike.. I’m.. I can’t do this.” It slashed his heart into two. You know what they say. You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.
“I don’t understand Y/N.” He stood up quickly.
“I know you don’t..” You walked down the hall. You’d stay at your moms for a while. She’d understand. She knew how it was going anyways.
It was getting too much. He rushed down the hall after you. Begging and pleading you to stay.
You didn’t want to.
4 years of your life. You have to him. Giving him all your empathy and best you’s. Trying to make his life better.
He was destined to be miserable in his own world.
The thoughts you used to have. Marrying him. Being his wife. Buying a better house. Giving Abby the future she deserved. Was over.
You’d miss Abby. So terribly much. It hurt you more to think of her than Mike.
He didn’t understand he was losing you.
You just wanted him to see you again. To love you truly again.
“Y/N.” You stopped at your car. Wiping the tears from your eyes. He stood there at the door. And in a moment he rushed to you.
Grabbing you and pulling you close. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t let you go.
“I’ll do better, please don’t leave. I need you. I need you in my life.. I’ll find a new job. I wanna talk now.” His voice filled your ears. Made your heart start again.
A pulse.
“I.. okay Mike.. I’ll give this one more chance..” he smiled and kissed you softly. You never knew such a soft kiss could display such emotions.
You worked on it. Wanting to keep this family going. He got a new job. It wasn’t the best but a day shift was better than nothing.
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