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Drugs, Ecstasy, Marijuana... you name it all. What she sees is what she immediately consumes.
"3rd deal this month, huh?" The dealer eyed you, one of hell's notorious pop star as you eagerly took the stash, you knelt to his height level, and hushed him;
"This better be good, alright? I’ll give you the front seat in my concert this week. Thanks again, sweetheart."
The sound of your heels echoed through the dimly lit alleyway accompanying the trickling rainwater as it simultaneously hit the cobblestone flooring.
As soon as you came out of the alleyway to walk down the streets, your eyes caught sight of a certain someone; someone so... obnoxious. You grinned eerily, albeit glad that it was displayed on the television.. just an advertisement for his new brand; something that has to do with Angels or some shit. Still the same egocentric asshole that he is, nothing much changed.
His bastard TV-for-a-head face was all over Pentagram City, which made you somehow uncomfortable. You, with no doubt.. hated him, you were even willing to find the radio demon (a.k.a the demon who he won't stop bullshitting about) to team up with him only to spite Vox, you know - like get his gears acting up.
Although Y/N cannot deny it, a part of her is still clinging to him desperately. Wishing for him to beg her to take him back, wishing for him to think of her in the things she associated herself with -- to serve as a reminder of who he lost, who he fumbled over.
Y/N wanted Vox to miss her as much as she missed him.
Furious, your eyes locked onto a certain club, a bar notorious for people with big names and heavy brands that dominate all over hell to use. You smirked and reached for your signature fur jacket to raise a little bit of authority, walking down the aisle as the speakers boomed obnoxiously around the venue.
Ah yes, the smell of alcoholic drinks, drugs, and sex joined together in one place. At least to say, you never get bored of it though!
"Two absinthe, sweetie." Both of your elbows sharply rested on the counter. With a glance to your left, waiting for drinks, your eyes diluted - "No fucking way, is that AngelDust?" You thought to yourself whilst the spider demon seemed to recognize you back, which prompted him to invite you to join.
"Hey toots, 'ya here for a night to forget?" Questioned, Angel used his spare hands to shake yours. "Fuck yeah, I'm here to be wasted." With an exaggerated groan, you retorted after and grabbed your drinks - simultaneously drinking in one go. Angel tilted his head and displayed a hint of concern, taking note of the amount you immediately consumed.
"Let me guess.. Vees?" You nodded as you finished both of your drinks. You and Angel used to gossip about Vox and Val, which to your surprise formed an irreplaceable bond between you two. You always thought he was just a sexually-harassing fake bimbo but you later proved yourself wrong. His company was all you ever needed when something shitty happened with Vox, the same goes with Angel to Valentino.
Your attention was quickly captivated because of the eye-straining dance floor. Horny, sad, high and quite *famous* demons scattered all over the open dancefloor to dance their pitiful, shitty lives to forget.
"Bye Angie, I guess the dance floor is flirting with me." With a tired sigh escaping your mouth, you took your fur jacket off which revealed a silk dress underneath. Angel shrugged it off and let you, a famous popstar you are to do your own thing. "Use protection, ...or whatever."
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Well, It 'only' took ten shots of alcohol and an open dancefloor for you to start acting up.
Slurring all over her words, the drink had a huge effect on her - it made her head feel shitty. She could even hear her heart palpitating - accompanied by the bass-boosted speakers.
Unbeknownst to Y/N, the reason why she's drinking in the first place happened to be in the same room she is in right now.
"fffUCK.... I hAD sOOOOOooo mAny... drInkS!!" You stumbled over a demon, who in return had a concerned look displayed over his screen.
"Who thE...FUck... is ThIs..gUY?? FuCK you LooK Sooo mUch....likE....." Grinning like an idiot, you kissed the TV-headed demon without a single care whether it was actually your ex or not, the demon's hot bright tongue involuntarily clashed within yours. Vox pulled away - surprised but more disgusted.
Taken aback by the sudden kiss, his screen turned bright red as he quickly stepped back from you. He was ashamed she would do something like this, especially in front of everyone. "Shit, this is bad for my image." Vox thought while trying to stay cool.
Vox rolled his eyes and quickly swiped the exchange of slobbery kisses away from his face, trying not to wince at the alcohol taste that lingered inside both of their mouths. "You're drunk." He scolded you softly, knowing that pushing you further wouldn't do any good.
"Just what the actual fuck are you doing? Drinking around, ..and getting laid every night." He bent a little to the level of your ear, to whisper.
Harshly pushing the asshole away from you, you attempted to ignore the demon er- ...overlord?
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw- ...Shit- it is indeed Vox.
You scrubbed your hands on your eye swiftly, blinking multiple times to confirm it’s not your hallucination.
Yeah, like you did not kiss him tongue to tongue a minute ago.
Barely recognizing your ex, you fumbled your words and let the alcohol overpower your impulsivity. You cracked a shaky breath underneath, "Oh, sOOOOoo ...you 'aPpaRentLhy' care when I fUck some-oh..ne eh..lse?"
“So, I’m not allowed to?” Vox teased, a sly grin illuminating the corners of his digital screen.
“Just– …. fuckin–, …get off my face, Vox.”
“Seems beneficial, I don’t want to see your face either.”
I vow to never see that prick again.
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So, what am I doing in his limo, alone with him?
With his hands- gripping on your soft thighs as your flesh dripped a miniscule amount of blood– inflicted from his electric claws.
…And your satin dress tossed somewhere in the limo. You were not surprised that he kept your stockings.
Your body was on top of him.
Oh.
Oh.
Arching his eyebrow on the screen, a faint glow emanated from his blue iris as he hungrily observed your body. You are sure that he’s taking screenshots of his view right now, oh.. to have a TV as a head.. might be more convenient than you thought.
“Figured you’d have your consciousness back now.” Impatient, his mouth was leaking that all-too-familiar oozing red liquid.
“How did you get me he–” Vox interrupted you by wrapping his hand on your neck– with enough room to breathe, which of course took you by surprise.
“Don’t be a bitch and blame me again, you’re the one who came up here. ”
Shit.
He swiftly took his coat off, leaving him with his polo, vest and …untied bow– Oh. No wonder why you cannot get over him. His perfectly ironed clothes flawlessly fit in his figure, highlighting his ABSOLUTELY SNATCHED waist.
Maybe you two can ignore each other's hatred and grudges, for now.
As soon as he tossed his coat away, you immediately grabbed the collars of his polo to get his screen near you– abruptly kissing. Even more passionately than the earlier moment at the bar, he didn’t seem to deny it– instead, he succumbed to it and fell to your warm embrace.
With his hands fiddling against your hair as you two passionately kissed, your hands found its way to undress his polo and vest. You kept the tie on, however.
Vox opened his eyes and parted from the kiss– a string of saliva dripping down from your lips. He grunted–
“You’re keeping the tie?”
“So? You kept my stockings and heels.”
Vox shrugged it off and helped you unbutton his pants, he took off his belt right away–
“Don’t move,” he groaned. He wrapped his belt around your wrists, creating a makeshift handcuff.
You could feel his sick cyan pupils staring intently at you– proud at his work, making you look more submissive towards him.
To be yours,
To be his,
Once more.
Was that what he needed?
You decided to bite– reaching for his crotch, you pressed your heels against his sensitive area, making it pulsate even more.
For a second there, you swear you heard his audio twitch and his screen displaying a blue screen.
Of course, you liked– no, loved it.
So in response, you pressed harder. Testing him a little more wouldn’t hurt. And by that moment, you swore you could feel the air getting more humid– despite the air conditioned limo.
Along with his breath staggering, he muttered inwardly– he eventually succumbed to his deepest desires and unzipped his pants, which made his cock twitch as it sprung freely.
There it is, matching his pretty skin tone– navy blue. His tip was neon cyan, leaking a load of pre-cum there.
“Fuck, you got me so hard.” Vox admitted, spreading your legs wide open as he positioned his dick– pulling your panties out of the way but still letting you wear it. You grinned, “Admit it, Vox. You missed me.”
Vox let out a whirring sound effect, he gently teased his tip against your pussy– letting it lubricate itself.
“..Oh..you’re so– wet .” Vox bit his lip harder and slammed his length inside of you.
“..gah- smgh…! ” You blurted out a whine, one that felt so good for Vox to hear– which encouraged him to ram his dick inside you even harder.
Your flesh immediately adjusted for his dick, it’s like it’s letting it acknowledge that only Vox knows how your body works. Vox grinned as he realized this and pinned your restrained wrists above your head.
“Ah-... Vox- oh mgh…. hngh..”
“oh- FUCK- y- Y/N. Y/N… y/– ” Vox was huffing, both of your moans were occupying the limo. Vox’s monitor spurted out a few electricity and his audio was getting more and more distorted.
His other hand’s grip on your thighs tightened and you recoiled for a bit because of the pain inducing it. He was basically transmitting electricity in your body.
Vox went slower and sloppier, he let out a final thrust and stopped for a while to regulate his breath. You felt yourself cumming inside too, which served as a queue for you to regulate yours as well.
You reached for his screen as soon as you noticed him displaying bright colors– you tried comforting him physically, unfortunately it won't do for a girl who currently has her hands restrained by his belt.
Vox quickly recovered and insisted that he is fine, “It’s okay. Don’t worry.. mh..”
“Bullshit, Vox. Your monitor is basically exhaling hot air right now.”
“..Right, and it’s your fault.”
Vox glanced at your pussy oozing with his and your cum mixed. “I’m on birth control, by the way.” You reassured him.
He handed you his coat and covered you on it. “V–” He immediately grabbed his phone from the pants he tossed on the floor.
Gee, I forgot why I broke up with him.
However you are not the old Y/N that he spent his 3 years with, you didn’t care if you’re interrupting him– not anymore.
“V...Do you think this was a mistake?” You managed to croak out between poor attempts of trying to cover your sobs.
Vox did not utter a word.
Of course.
Of fucking course
Both of you were not in your mind and you were his ex.
You grabbed your silk dress, promptly wearing it with no fail. You harshly flung his coat to his face, “Fine, go act like nothing ha-”
Vox grabbed your arm– not letting you go away. “Y/N.”
This enraged something inside of you, you could swear you’d snap at him at any moment now. “If you think I'd let you meddle in my mind then you're deeply mistak–”
“I cancelled my meeting today and let the other Vees cover for me. Just for a little bit of time with you.”
No way.
This is the first time he chose you over his work.
“I’m sure this …thing is not a mistake. Don't you trust me?” Vox's left iris seemed to dilute, with a dark visual spiraling the lenses. His voice was modified to echo- along with his screen which increased its lighting.
You sat next to him, letting his voice entrap you once more.
Sure there’s a chance that he may be deceiving you again.
But it wouldn’t hurt to bite, right?
“You can grab drinks in the container right there. If you’d like?” His cyan eyes darted across the direction, knowing that you are not familiar with his newly bought vehicle.
Enthralled, as soon as you opened the case– you were surprised to see your favorite drink inside it.
“You kept my favorite brand?”
Vox chuckled with an undertone of his genuine one–
“Of course,
it always reminded me of you.”
“Addicting.”
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