Imagine being the editor and reporter of a small, niche gossip magazine—raw, unfiltered, the kind Voxtek could never touch.
Imagine finding yourself in one of Valentino’s red-light clubs for an interview after his rise as the new face of Voxtek (now Valtek), only to see Vox working there as a prostitute.
Imagine Vox being so desperate to land an interview to regain a bit of popularity that he offers himself without shame.
“F-fuck—I can’t… I can’t… h-hah…” How much time had passed? 30, 40 minutes? No one had come to call you, announcing the end of the hour you had paid for, and Vox had already cum twice, your dominant hand slick and sticky with his light blue liquid. He’s sprawled across the wide bed, TV head tipped back against the pillow, the same cushion clenched tight in his fists as his fingers tear into it, helpless and overstimulated.
“Uh? But you said you’d behave… that you’d be all nice for me.”
Your fingers slide into the sensitive seams of his gills along his ribcage, and he shudders. A heavy spill of fluid follows, adding to the damp chaos already soaking the mattress from earlier, his body giving in despite every promise he’d made.
“Do you want that interview or not?”
A small, broken sound slips from his mouth as his fingers curl around your wrist—not to push you away, never that—but to guide you closer, urging you on until his heels dig into the mattress, his body reacting before his pride can catch up.
“Y-yes… yes, I want it, fuck… mmh—”
His breath stutters when your palm presses against his swollen tip, his neck drawing taut, the gold V-shaped choker standing out sharply against his dark skin.
“Good boy.”
The praise breaks something in him. He lets out a soft, needy whine, eyes squeezing shut as he tries—and fails—to chase away the tears gathering at the corners.
You shift, climbing over him, deliberately pulling your hands from his most sensitive places just long enough to steady yourself above him, fingertips trailing in a slow, almost tender caress along the edge of his screen.
He follows your touch like a lost thing, utterly drunk on pleasure and desperation, eyes fluttering shut as if surrendering to it all. He’s painfully aware of how pathetic he’s become—and that knowledge only tightens the knot in his chest.
“I can already see it,” you murmur, voice low and teasing. “That pretty face of yours on the cover. Big, bold words framing you…” You tilt his head back, forcing him to look at you again, and this time his gaze is hopeless—devoted to every syllable you give him.
You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his screen, almost reverent, like a gesture meant for his forehead, your nose brushing against it as you indulge him further.
“The motherfucking King of Hell.”
The words hit hard. Vox stiffens, a sharp breath tearing from him as his hands clutch at your hips. His pelvis jerks upward on instinct, helplessly pressing his sensitive cock into the narrow space between your thighs, soaking you with the evidence of just how completely he’s lost himself.
“T-that’s me… I want it… I deserve it!” he stammers, words tumbling out in a frantic rush as he thrust his hips upward, chasing the tight warmth.
You giggle and sway your hips, making it harder for him to fuck himself.
You feel him stir, tighten his grip until it digs into flesh, but you don’t care. Not when his eyes are nearly rolling back behind the screen and his mouth is stretched open in a slack, idiotic smile, streaked with thin rivulets of blood from where he’s bitten himself.
“P-please…plea-zzz-se…so close-”
You tilt his screen slightly with one hand and slip a thumb into his wet mouth, which snaps shut around your flesh.
“You can cum, pretty boy.”
And he does, exactly as you order—thrusting one last time into the damp space between your thighs and spilling with a broken gasp, hips jerking, thighs trembling so hard they shake the bed.
After a few moments, his hips finally slump back onto the mattress and you free his mouth from your finger, letting him breathe deeply again.
“Good. Shall we get to work now?”
LOL I had so much fun writing it because I needed more sub!pathetic!Vox in my list of stuff :3 obviously it’s not part of my ongoing series Do U Think I Could Be Redeemed, it’s just something to have a little fun 💕 byeee
Vox and Val having sex, and Val is trying to do that dirty, perverted sex thing while Vox is riding him, but the moment Vox starts slowing down and smiling, savoring the moment with the most genuine smile you can imagine, Val completely loses his composure and cum
Vox is just like: ALREADY!? AND INSIDE ME!?
Val had never felt so ashamed in his whole life (or afterlife)
