“In Too deep” part 10
Vox x fem!reader// NSFW 18+ // 🔞minors do not enter 🔞
Summary: After a strange week you get offered a job working for hell's biggest asshole but does he have a soft spot for you? Or is he just using you?
The kitchen countertop was covered in a dusting of flour and remnants of broken eggshells. Frustrated murmurs escaped your lips as you haphazardly combined the ingredients, creating a messy yet committed scene as you set out to make a batch of pancakes. Throughout your life, you never had the opportunity to hone your cooking skills; your husband had never been supportive of much anything, often leaving you without even enough to put food on the table, money always scarce. Despite it all, you woke up determined to prepare something for Vox; he always approached taking care of you with such tenderness that it made you feel guilty for not putting in the same effort, even though Vox preferred it that way.
“Fuck,” you cursed, wiping the back of your hand across your forehead and staring down at the lopsided plate of pancakes.
“What have we here?” Vox’s raspy voice called out behind you, making you turn and walk into his embrace, his long, warm arms holding you tightly to his bare chest as if you could slip away from him. You found yourself gazing up at him, still reeling from the realization that he was finally yours. "I tried making pancakes, but they didn't turn out well," you confessed, gently extricating yourself from his embrace. With a swift motion, you poured him a steaming cup of coffee, the swirling steam creating a mesmerizing dance in the air as you handed it to him.
"What?" you chuckled, hardly able to catch your breath, as you looked at his perplexed and amused expression.
“You just," he set his mug of coffee down on the counter and strolled over to where you were standing, enveloping you in his embrace again. With a gentle touch, he lifted your chin, his fingers delicately sweeping away the smudge of flour dusting your forehead. "You have a little something right here," he murmured, his warm breath grazing your skin. You gazed into his eyes, mesmerized by their deep crimson color as they carefully examined your features. A soft chuckle escaped him when he noticed your prolonged stare.
"You're so hot," you complimented, laughing internally at your own choice of words.
"Poetic," he chuckled teasingly, letting you go. "You know, I was thinking," he paused to clear his throat, observing you closely as you started arranging the food on a plate, accidentally spilling syrup on the counter.
“Mhm,” you replied, not looking up from your mess.
“I’d like to take you on a date; we've never really- thank you,” he said, graciously grabbing the offered plate. “We’ve, uh, never really had a proper, romantic date,” he smiled nervously, sitting across from you at the table.
"Who would have thought I'd hear you use the words 'romantic' and 'date'?" you teased, taking a big bite, enjoying the sweet and salty combination of butter and syrup.
"Turns out, I'm full of surprises," he responded with a mischievous smile, savoring each bite of the food as a satisfied groan escaped his lips. “These are good, doll.” His piercing red eyes met yours, their intensity always sending a rush of fluttering butterflies through your stomach.
“I'm pleased you like them," you murmured, feeling a warm blush spreading across your face. Every interaction with him seemed to carry an air of intimacy now, making your heart beat faster. In turn, he felt the same, his breath catching as he gazed deeply into your eyes and softly whispered, “Beautiful,” His focus on you interrupted when Cor gently knocked on the door and entered the room.
"Good morning, sir and madam," he greeted with a nod, stepping forward to stand before you. His smile lit up his face, reaching his bright blue eyes as he addressed each of you with warmth and respect.
“What?" Vox's eyebrows furrowed as he asked, his tone filled with annoyance; without waiting for Cor's response, Vox shot up out of his chair, “FUCK,” he cursed, abruptly interrupting Cor, whose mouth was held open to speak, ultimately closing it with a hearty chuckle at Vox's sudden reaction.
“Did he miss another meeting?” you said playfully, your eyes following hungrily as vox's shirtless form disappeared into the bedroom.
"Indeed, he has a history of such behavior. How have you been feeling?" Cor inquired, his bright blue eyes full of vitality, turning his attention toward you.
You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you looked into his eyes. With a genuine smile, you confessed, "This is the best I've ever felt." His warm expression mirrored your own, creating a moment of genuine connection with your dear friend. As Vox muttered curses and hopped on one leg through the bedroom, both of you turned to look at him. He was slipping on his dress shoe and holding his jacket between his teeth. "How late?" he asked, his voice muffled by the fabric.
"Approximately 15 minutes," Cor stated, glancing down at his watch with a look of precision and assurance.
“Fuckinggoddamnit,” Vox cursed, slipping his jacket over his broad shoulders and walking briskly to stand in front of where you were seated. “I gotta go, baby, date tonight, okay?” he nodded, bending down to kiss you tenderly, his lips lingering before he tore himself away. “I love you; thank you for breakfast,” He turned sharply on his heel, with Cor obediently following closely behind. The heavy door closed with a loud thud, enveloping the room in a peaceful and comfortable silence, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
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Vox rolled his shoulders back as he let out a deep sigh, “Speak up, will you,” he asked, observing with a lack of amusement as the diminutive demon stumbled over his words, his voice revealing nervousness as he struggled to hold eye contact, repeatedly averting his gaze downward as he spoke about his proposed deal. The delivery lacked the confidence and vigor that Vox typically favored. Overall, the behavior did not sit well with him: a sneer curling his lip, revealing razor-sharp teeth. To add to the frustration, the meeting was utterly pointless, having already reviewed all the material just hours before. However, it was important for the company's image to accept input from outsiders, so he begrudgingly sat in the meeting, only half-listening. On the bright side, it wasn't a bad idea, but Vox would never admit it. He always craved the upper hand, his ego too hungry to acknowledge that someone else might have better plans. So, Vox allowed his mind to wander to you, always to you. He couldn't get you out of his mind if he tried; your quiet moans and whimpers when you came around his cock, your soft lips on his, your effortless way at making him feel at ease; shit, he’d be deceiving himself if he claimed that it wasn't impacting his job performance. Becoming increasingly forgetful and more easily irritated when you're not around.
“S-so, what do you think?” the demon's voice cut in, drowning out his thoughts.
“It's not bad," Vox boomed as he reentered the conversation, his commanding voice resonating throughout the large conference room. "There are a few things that need to change for me to get on board," Vox continued, his tone laced with arrogance. "I’ll have my assistant draft a new contract with a proposal for 20% of the gross profit and your name discreetly included in the fine print," Vox declared calmly as he stood up and began pacing in front of the demon, his arms folded neatly behind his back.
"I...I suppose," he stammered, his voice faltering as Vox's loud and commanding tone cut him off mid-sentence.
“Greatttttt,” vox beamed, his grin so sharp that it reached his eyes, creating a menacing expression as he grabbed the smaller man's shoulder forcefully, causing him to flinch in pain. Vox's expression turned serious as he leaned in and spoke dryly, "I'll have it sent over today, buddy. See your way out." With that, he dropped his smile and pushed through the conference room doors, leaving the demon standing there, contemplating every life choice that had led him to this moment.
As Vox entered the bustling hallway, he watched his and your assistants scurry around him with urgency. Suddenly, Cor appeared by his side and matched his brisk pace, his long strides creating a sharp contrast to the smaller assistant's shorter steps.
“Sir, I have the information you requested," Cor said, slightly out of breath as he struggled to keep up with the overlord.
Vox's gaze remained fixed ahead as he inquired, "And?" Impatience tinged his voice, his attention already shifting to the next matter at hand.
"Well, it seems as though," Cor cautiously scanned the dimly lit hallway before continuing hushedly, "it isn't possible, sir. There have been reports of rumors circulating about Lucifer himself bestowing the ability for sinners to bear children, but..." Cor's voice trailed off as Vox cast a stern glance in his direction.
“And what of the item I asked you to get?” he murmured, swinging open his office doors.
Cor nodded and closed the heavy oak doors behind them, enclosing the room in a cocoon of silence. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. With a slight bow, he offered it to Vox, who accepted it with his large hand.
"excellent. Thank you," Vox murmured, tucking the box into his pocket. He settled into his opulent chair, and with a snap of his fingers, the room was awash in an azure glow as the array of monitors on the desk sprang to life.
"May I speak frankly, sir?" Cor inquired.
"Of course, I would expect nothing less. What's on your mind?" Vox's attention remained fixed on the monitors.
"Sir, I'm absolutely thrilled for you. I honestly never imagined that this day would arrive," he exclaimed with a beaming smile.
Vox finally met his faithful assistant's gaze with a loud huff. "Thanks," Vox replied sarcastically. "And she hasn't said yes yet, so don't get your hopes up because I have no idea what I'm doing, as far as, uh," he gestured above his head, hoping the words would come to him.
“Proposing?” Cor asked, raising his eyebrows.
“That,” Vox muttered softly, his hands dropping to his lap with a thud, his gaze irresistibly drawn back to the monitors.
"Ah! Well, you just need to express to her how much she means to you and share what you envision providing for her, and the rest will naturally fall into place. Oh, and don't forget to get down on one knee, sir, and present the ring," Cor said with a smug smile.
"I'm fucked,” Vox sighed.
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"Would you look at that? A date? He should've asked you out ages ago, but that's my opinion. He doesn't seem to have a romantic bone in his body. Or wires? I dunno what that freak has. I can't understand what you see in him," Velvette sneered, her hand resting on her tiny hip.
"He's been really good to me, anyways," you huffed, pushing stray strands of hair away from your face. "I just need some help picking out an outfit," you added, following Velvette as she elegantly moved around the luxurious dressing room.
“Right,” Velvette nodded thoughtfully, running her manicured fingers through a rack of elegant, luxurious dresses. "I have a new collection of lingerie that would be perfect underneath. It's classy but with a hint of slut. You know what I mean?”
“I don't-” you began, snapping your mouth closed as she shoved a complete outfit into your hands.
“Dressing rooms over there, go on,” she shooed you away, mild annoyance on her features. As you stepped out a few moments later, you held the front of the dress tightly, then turned your back to her, offering her the opportunity to zip it up.
"I'll be," she snorted, spinning you around to face her. You looked down, adjusting the fabric to smooth out any wrinkles. "What? Is it too much?"
"Vox picked the right one, I'll tell ya. You look stunnin', all thanks to me, of course," she added with a wicked smile. It was evident that every one of Vee's egos had been clearly inflated.
After choosing the dress and lingerie combo, you allowed Velvette to box it up for you for later and busied yourself for the rest of the day, finding a couple of your new assistants on Vox’s floor, deciding on watching them work, correcting them when necessary, and even helping to answer a few strange calls.
"I thought I told you, no more work," Vox whispered into your ear from behind, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine and a tingling sensation to your stomach. You closed your eyes, trying to suppress a moan.
"Well, I'm bored, so deal with it," you said, your voice taking on a sultry yet determined tone.
"Can't have that now, can we, doll?" he murmured, not caring that he was interrupting you teaching two now petrified assistants.
"Vox," you said, turning to face him, his tall body caging you into the desk, his arms placed protectively on either side of you.
“Fuck off,” he growled to the two male assistants, his eyes watching them as they stumbled from behind the desk, busying themselves elsewhere.
You playfully expressed mock indignation, taking hold of the top of his dress shirt and playfully fiddling with the button. "How rude," you teased.
"It's all part of my charm," he remarked, his devilish grin spreading contagiously, eliciting a giggle from you.
“Mhm, so, what time is this date?” you asked.
“Well, it's the afternoon now, let's say 8 pm; I should be done with everything by then,” he sighed, allowing his eyes to roam hungrily up and down your body.
“Where are you taking me?” you inquiresd, blush spreading across your face making you turn you away to hide it.
“Look at me,” he growled, the vibrations from his chest making you feel warm and fuzzy. Your eyes met his, the glow from his crimson eyes making you clench your thighs together, a movement he noticed. Picking you up in a quick movement and throwing you over his shoulder, he slapped your ass, making you yelp loudly; his throaty, hoarse chuckle escaped from his lips as he strode down the hallway, shooting a menacing glare at anyone who dared to meet his gaze.
“Be a good girl and be quiet, doll. People are trying to work,” he said, his usual arrogance filling your ears.
“Fuck you, Vox,” you placed your hands on his back, propping yourself up, scoffing at all the people staring at you as you passed.
“Obviously,” he chuckled to himself, kicking open the heavy wooden doors of his office with one foot, causing them to swing wide. After stepping inside, he forcefully slammed the doors shut, making sure to lock them securely this time. He strode across the room and sat in his chair, gently lifting you off his back and settling you onto his lap, paying no heed to the disapproving look you shot as you brushed the hair out of your face.
“Hello baby,” he smiled, cocking his head to the side and using one finger to push you back untill you were laying on his desk, your legs still wrapped around him.
“Thought you were busy?” you asked, sucking air through your teeth as he pushed your shirt up, the cool air hardening your nipples.
His voice took on a dark, hushed tone as he uttered, "For you? Never." his hands closed around your hips, pushing you down onto him.
“Vox,” you sighed, arching your back off the desk, moaning loudly when his lips closed around a nipple, the warmth and soft sparks from his mouth making you soak your barely there underwear.
“No skirt today, fucking shame,” he whispered, his lips closing around the other nipple, his hands lifting your ass up, yanking the tight fabric of your pants down until you were exposed. “I'm addicted,” he spoke Into your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in the valley between your breasts. Sitting back up, his fingers teased the thin strip of fabric that covered your cunt, a long finger slipping in, making you cry out.
“Regrettably, I'll have to keep this brief as I'm due for another meeting in just 10 minutes," he said, his voice tinged with restraint as he added another finger, your moans driving him to insanity.
“I'll take everything you give me,” you whined.
“Shit,” he hissed, the sound of his pants being undone, making your chest rise and fall faster, the intense desire blazing inside you like an uncontrollable wildfire.
“Fuck me, Vox, fuck me,” your loud cries pathetic, all for him. Pulling your underwear to the side, he grabbed onto your hips and thrust in, filling you beyond what you could take, but your body would always open up to him.
“Yesssssss,” he snarled, slamming you repeatedly onto him, lewd wet slaps filling the office that likely were spilling into the hall, but you both couldnt find it in yourselves to care, the ecstasy overcoming you both.
“Damn baby,” he gritted through his teeth, a strong arm lifting your body off the desk so you were sat up in front of him, his lips hungrily finding yours. “Im gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Vox,” you panted, your arms finding leverage around his neck, allowing you to slam down onto him, the sharp drop of your hips making the air leave your lungs.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, his large hands grabbing onto your ass, guiding you down as your hips met his, your clit rubbing onto the hem of his open pants.
“Vox,” you screamed, an orgasm ripping through you violently, your body vibrating with intense pleasure, “oh my god,” you panted, hands digging into the skin in the back of his neck, making him nip your bottom lip.
“God can get fucked,” he growled menacingly, his hands driving you down onto him harder, making tears well in your eyes at the overstimulation.
“I love you,” you began to repeat, the burning of another orgasm tingling in your lower abdomen.
“You know I love you, baby. You gonna cum again?” he chastised, a devilish smirk spreading across his face. You began whimpering, looking down between your bodies, the sight of him disappearing in and out of your soaked cunt too much, another orgasm sending blissful shockwaves of pleasure down your spine, gripping him so tightly that he had to slow his thrust to push through the tightening muscle. His loud curses were next, his head flung back as he spilled Into you, one final slam of your hips onto him, and he stilled, his chest heaving as loud pants left him.
“How's that for a quickie?” you laughed, patting his chest until he brought his head back up.
“I’m late, but it's worth it,” he murmured. Looking behind you, he checked the time on one of the monitors and then pulled you to his chest, placing a soft kiss into your hair. Leaning back up, you glared at him.
"What?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Stop frightening my assistants. You rely on them, and so do I. Understand?" you admonished, pointing a finger in his direction, yelping as he clasped it firmly.
“Your assistants just heard you getting fucked by their boss,” The room echoed with his boisterous laughter as he playfully teased you, savoring the sight of your surprised and bewildered expression.
“You're such an ass,” you scolded, wincing as you pulled yourself off him, grabbing your discarded pants and shimmying them up your wobbly legs.
“So I've been told, dollface," his usual cocky facade was back, the one that first captured your heart. "I gotta go," he lamented, quickly fixing himself up. "8 pm, for the date, i’ll come find you," he said, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on your lips, leaving you feeling lovesick.
“date. 8 pm. Got it,” you whispered, staring into his crimson eyes.
I'm so close to finishing it! I'm genuinely having the hardest time letting this story go as it's my first fic, but chapter 11 will be it, guys.
As always, I am tagging the wonderful souls that have interacted with me the most:
@annakade @lil-glum @vvzhyxx @demenica
