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Like clockwork, Vox’s hand slid over your side, coming to rest on your hip with that same possessive, but gentle, touch you had grown used to. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking away the last remnants of sleep as you glanced at the clock.
7:00 a.m. Sharp. Again.
For the past six months, without fail, Vox woke you at this exact time, his silent request for intimacy clear in the way his body gravitated toward yours. Most mornings, you welcomed it – more than that, you often looked forward to these moments. Vox had been a far more generous lover than anyone you’d been with before, his touch careful, his attention focused entirely on you. But recently... something had changed.
You weren’t sure how to tell him, but his once electrifying passion had dulled. His caresses, his kisses, his rhythm – it was all different, somehow...lacking. Could someone regress from being a good lover to...quite frankly, a shitty one? The thought ate away at you as you rolled over to face him, his half-lidded, cheeky smile meeting you. His eyes, though still twinkling with the mischief you adored, looked drained, screaming of fatigue.
“Babe,” you mumbled, fingers absentmindedly playing with the collar of his light blue pyjamas. “You didn’t sleep again, did you?”
He leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to your forehead, and a familiar sensation of static charge danced across your skin, that familiar reminder of his TV-shaped head. “I got some sleep,” he said nonchalantly, as his hand sneaked under your shirt. His claws lightly grazed your navel, slowly tracing upwards to the underside of your breast, making your breath hitch.
Your hands, by now out of instinct, looped around his neck. He kissed you then – slow, tender, like always. At first, it felt the way it used to – his lips ghosting over your skin, his kisses trailing down your chest, the promise of more lingering in the air. But just as before – before the connection could deepen, before the heat between you could truly ignite, something shifted.
It was like he pressed fast-forward.
He quickly helped you out of your clothes, his own tossed to the floor without ceremony. His once slow and deliberate touches were gone, replaced with hurried, almost mechanical motions.
You weren’t a stranger to quickies. There was a time and place for fast, intense encounters. But this – this was different. This wasn’t the playful, passionate Vox you once knew. It had been months since there had been any foreplay, months since he took the time to savour you, to draw out those moments of intimacy. Now, it felt like he was simply going through the motions, his pace frantic, as though he were racing against an invisible clock.
For the past six months, he would reach his peak far too soon, leaving you unsatisfied and forgotten in the wake of his release. There was no more cuddling, no shared laughter, no warmth. Vox would slip out of bed almost immediately, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to your lips before he headed to the shower, already focused on his day ahead.
You would lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering when things had changed. You knew Voxtek was one of the biggest corporations in Hell, and you had tried to be understanding. He was busy, maybe overwhelmed. You had told yourself this was temporary. But as the days passed, you noticed the pattern.
He barely spent time with you anymore – at least not outside these rushed, mechanical mornings. He slipped into bed after you were already asleep, and his presence only seemed to be a formality before the 7 a.m. wake-up call. And when the intimacy came, it felt like an obligation rather than a desire. It left you cold, empty, and still yearning.
Six months of this, and you had to wonder, was it only temporary, or was something deeper slipping away.
You were patient, but you weren’t a fucking saint.
“Vox,” you muttered, watching him reach over to the bedside table, fingers closing around the bottle of lube. Your frustration simmered just beneath the surface, brows furrowing as you fought the urge to scream. How could he not get it? You weren’t wet because of his lack of foreplay, and slathering lube over the problem wouldn’t magically fix it.
The sharp click of the bottle opening sliced through the air, followed by the squelch of liquid as he poured it into his palm.
“Hmm?” Vox hummed absentmindedly as he lazily stroked his half-flaccid cock. Once. Twice. Three times. With frustrating ease, he was hard and ready, oblivious to the storm brewing inside you. He shifted, positioning himself between your legs, his hips aligning with yours as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance. One hand gripped the headboard above you as he pushed in, his breath catching in a moan. “Oh, doll...”
You inhaled sharply, feeling the painful stretch as he entered you too quickly, your body unprepared for the intrusion. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting a moment to adjust, to ease the discomfort before he inevitably started pounding away like he always did, mindless and fast. But instead of giving you that moment, he pushed your legs aside and lifted your hips, sitting back on his knees.
He began to roll his lips, his rhythm quick, mechanical, barely giving you time to catch your breath. The pleasure was there, buried beneath the hurried motions, but it felt forced, muted. Your body responded on instinct, your back arching slightly, a low moan escaping your lips. But then, as your eyes drifted up to his face, something felt off.
Your gaze locked on the corner of his screen, and your blood ran cold.
That fucking bastard was working. You could see the words being typed into an email, and his eyes weren’t even on you.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you screeched, the words exploding from your chest before you could stop them. Vox startled, his cock slipping out of you as he froze, caught in the act. You sat up, anger surging through your veins, your voice trembling with disbelief.
You knew he was busy. You both were. Between his nonstop business deals and your own endless reports and meetings, things were hectic. But bringing work into the bedroom, into the one space that was supposed to belong to both of you, the one place where you two were supposed to matter more than anything else – that was a line you wouldn’t cross.
Vox fumbled to minimize the email, his eyes wide, looking at you as if you were the one who had lost your mind. His ass was still planted on the bed, cock still hard, still leaking, and he had the audacity to look bewildered.
“How long have you been working while you’re fucking me, Vox?” you snarled, your face flushed with anger as your chest heaved. You could practically feel the heat radiating from your skin as you glared at him, daring him to answer.
Vox opened his mouth, his lips forming a weak excuse, but no words came out. Instead, his shoulder sagged, and a sheepish look crept across his face as he finally realized the gravity of what he’d done.
Your lips twitched, caught somewhere between wanting to laugh and wanting to scream. But instead, something darker took hold of you, a delicious, petty spirit descending upon you. Your eyes slid toward his nightstand, where his sleek, black VPhone sat innocently among the clutter.
“Baby, I can explain,” Vox stammered, his cock still standing at attention, as if completely ignorant of the chaos brewing between you. He raised a hand in a gesture of surrender, his eyes pleading.
“Sure, babe, explain,” you said, your voice sickly sweet as you grabbed his phone, your fingers curling around the smooth device.
“What are you doing with my phone?” he asked, panic flashing in his eyes, darting back and forth between his phone and your face.
Two could play this game. And if he was going to divide his attention, so could you.
You were his personal assistant outside the bedroom, and you took pride in being damn good at it. You handled his calendar, his meetings, even drafted his emails when he was too busy. It was a partnership in every sense, except lately, that balance was off.
Unlocking his phone with a swipe – 6969, of course – you suppressed an eye roll. When your gaze flicked up, Vox was watching you nervously, his usual confidence faltering. You smirked, pressing your hand gently but firmly on his shoulder, urging him to lie down. He complied, confusion clouding his face.
“Relax, sweetie,” you purred. “You’ve been so busy lately; you had to work while fucking me. So, I thought I’d help you out.” Your voice was sugar-sweet, but there was a dangerous edge to your tone, and you found a flicker of satisfaction when you saw him gulp.
“You’re not mad?” he asked, his voice wavering, the unease clear.
You gave him a slow, knowing smile. “I wouldn’t say I’m mad,” you said softly, but the truth was burning beneath your skin.
Furious was closer.
Without another word, you straddled his hips, lining him up with your entrance, and sank down on his cock in one smooth, deliberate motion. The heat between you both was instant, your walls fluttering around him, drawing a groan from his lips as his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. His hands naturally reached for your hips, gripping them as if he could anchor himself in the pleasant sensation.
Slowly, you began to roll your hips, dragging yourself up inch by agonizing inch before sinking back down, taking your time. “Let’s see here,” you said in a toneless voice, pretending to be lost in his phone. Your eyes scanned his calendar as you moved, your voice calm despite the slow, steady heat building inside you. “Oh, look at this - ‘Sexy time with my honey from 7:00 a.m. to 7:15 a.m.’” You shot him a look, raising a brow as you quoted his own schedule.
His eyes snapped open, and he looked at you, wide-eyed and panicked. “I-I can explain-”
“Don’t bother,” you interrupted, your voice icy as you slammed your hips down hard, your clit brushing against him with a sharp wave of pleasure. His cock twitched inside you, and you let out a small, satisfied moan, half-lidded eyes daring him to make a move. “You’ve got this set to repeat indefinitely,” you said darkly, leaning forward so that your breasts pressed flushed against his chest, your fingers trailing over the bezel of his head, teasing.
“Voxxy,” you cooed, your voice rich with sultry menace, “unless you never want to fuck me again, I suggest you get rid of that.” You pressed your lips closer to his face, your breath hot against him. “Now.”
“D-done,” he gasped out, his voice thick with desperation as he tried to keep his composure beneath you. “Done, done, done,” he repeated like a mantra, gripping your hips harder as his control slipped. His hips bucked against you, his need overtaking any remaining restraint. “Fuck, doll, I’ll delete it, it’s gone.”
But you weren’t done yet. “Are you going to come right now, Vox?” you whispered, feeling him pulse inside you, his thrusts becoming frantic. You could feel how close he was, but you were nowhere near your release, and you weren’t going to let him finish before you.
He groaned, his voice strained. “S-so close,” he moaned, his grip tightening as his pace grew erratic, hips slamming against you with reckless abandon. “So, fucking close, baby.”
You narrowed your eyes, a wicked smile playing on your lips. Oh no, he wasn’t getting off that east. If he wanted to come, he’d have to earn it. And if that meant sitting on his face until you screamed his name, then so be it.
“You’re not done until I say you’re done,” you whispered darkly before pulling him out of you, leaving him throbbing, desperate, and at your mercy.
Leaning forward, you pressed his cock against your stomach, feeling his twitched against you. You tilted your head to the side, your lips so close to him that they brushed against the cold, metallic surface of his face. With a soft breath, you whispered, “Booooo.”
“B-boo?” he echoed, bewilderment lacing his tone.
You grinned mischievously, propping yourself up on one elbow and resting your cheek in your palm. “That’s right, I’m boo-ing you,” you teased, voice light but carrying a sting. “Where I’m from when the performance is bad? We boo.”
His eyes widened, your words sinking in like a slow burn. “P-performance?” he stammered, his tone cracking, as if unsure whether you were serious.
“That’s right, Vox,” you replied, your voice dripping with mock enthusiasm as you tilted your head sweetly. “Booo! The sex is terrible!” you shot him a raised brow before he could even respond, already sitting back up, the weight of your body sinking onto his cock again with an unhurried grace, your back straight like you were perched on a throne.
You tapped his phone, scrolling through his inbox, and let out a long, exaggerated groan. “Seriously, Vox? You signed a contract with Double Red Productions? What the hell is wrong with you?” You lifted your hips, then slammed back down, drawing a strangled moan from him that he barely managed to suppress. “Don’t you know they’re understaffedand can’t even come close to Fox’s Dungeon Studio when it comes to producing content?”
Vox’s cock twitched inside you, and you could feel the tension rippling through him, his fingers trembling as he held your hips, trying not to move, knowing full well the depths of your annoyance. “Honey, I-”
But you weren’t done. Another tap, and you clicked the next email. Your eyes scanned it before you let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, please tell me you didn’t actually send this to N. Quip, Co?” You rolled your eyes. “You spelled ‘receive’ wrong in every single line, Vox. Every. Single. Time.” You tutted, scrolling through the rest of the error-riddled email. “I bet you turned off spell check again, didn’t you? Well, there goes our contract with that company.” You sighed as you looked at him with a raised brow. “Voxtek is going to crumble at the hands of its incompetent CEO,” you sang, voice saccharine with false sympathy.
And that’s when you felt it – a shiver running through his body, his cock pulsing hard inside you. Oh. Well, now this was interesting. He seemed to enjoy being put in his place.
Leaning forward, you pressed down on him harder, falling back onto his chest, your nose barely grazing against his face. “Look at you, Vox. Working so hard, and yet you can’t seem to do a single thing right.” His breath hitched, his chest rising and falling quickly beneath you. “Can’t satisfy the shareholders...” you whispered, slowly sitting up and dragging your hips up, teasing him with the slow friction. “And you certainly can’t satisfy your lover.”
You slammed back down, his length filling you to the hilt, and he groaned, lips parting as his eyes fluttered shut.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, a sound almost too raw to be dignified.
“You’re honestly quite terrible at your job,” you murmured, voice deceptively gentle and sweet as you rocked your hips again, deliberately slow, savouring each tremble, each reaction. “Where would you be without me?” you hummed, a sing-song taunt that you knew would get under his skin.
His claws brushed up your sides in a soft, almost apologetic caress, his eyes barely opening as he gasped out, “Honey, I’m sor-”
You slid off Vox’s cock once more with a sudden, fluid motion, tossing his phone carelessly aside as it landed with a soft thud on the bed. With purposeful slowness, you crawled up his body, your dripping core hovering just inches above his face. His eyes fixated immediately on your glistening folds, hungry, desperate. “Vox, I’m going to cum today, and you’re going to watch,” you commanded, your voice quiet yet laced with undeniable authority.
Vox let out a deep, guttural growl, his hands quickly finding your hips as he pulled you down toward his face. The familiar static charge of his touch set a pleasurable shiver through your spine. “Gladly, princess,” he murmured, before his long, thick tongue darted out, pressing hot and firm against your slick folds.
You gasped, a breathy sound of surprise and delight escaping your lips – it had been so long since he’d given you this kind of attention. His clawed fingers dug into the soft flesh of your backside, holding you in place as his tongue worked magic between your legs. He dragged the flat of it across your swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure through you with every slow, tantalizing stroke.
“Mhm...” You moaned, your head falling back, chest heaving with each sensual swipe of his tongue. Nothing, not even your toys, could match the way his mouth made you feel. The raw need in his motions, the way his tongue teased and taunted your sensitive nerves – it was almost too much.
“Fuck,” Vox growled into you, the vibration of his voice making you shudder. “I forgot how fucking delicious you taste,” he moaned, and the wet lewd, sounds of his tongue slurping against your folds filled the air. His tongue slipped deeper, thrusting into your core, the muscle thick and warm as it explored your inner walls.
Through the haze of pleasure, you heard the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin. You glanced back and saw him stroking himself as he devoured you, his hand working feverishly along his cock while his tongue worked to please you.
“Look at what you’re missing – ah – out on, Vox,” you whimpered, your voice breathless as your hips rocked against his face, pressing your clit harder against the wet, slick heat of his tongue. His moans were muffled between your legs, but you could feel the vibration reverberate through as he sucked and licked with desperate intensity, trying to lap up every drop of your arousal.
He was so good at this, so masterful with his tongue, that you almost regretted what came next. Almost. But you had other plans for him tonight. After all, you’d always been the one to teach him the best way to handle things, whether in business or the bedroom.
Reluctantly, you pulled away, standing above him, his head lifting off the bed slightly as his tongue flicked out, chasing your taste. His screen was smeared with your arousal, his mouth parted, eyes half-lidded and glistening with lust.
“Now, Vox,” you purred, crawling over to the bedside table, fully aware that his eyes were glued to your dripping pussy as you moved. “I think you need a lesson in what it looks like when I actually cum.” Reaching into the drawer, you pulled out a cyan blue Voxtek-made dildo, your companion for the past several months.
“F-fuck,” Vox groaned, his hand gripping his cock as he sat up slightly, unable to tear his eyes away from you. “You want me to fill both holes for you, baby doll? I can do that,” he offered eagerly, his grin wide, red drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth as he watched.
You smirked, shaking your head. “Mhm, no,” you teased, leaning back on the bed, spreading your legs wide as you positioned the dildo between your thighs. Slowly, you slid it inside, making sure to exaggerate every moan, every gasp as the thick toy filled you. “Ah, fuck...” you whined, arching your back as you pressed it deeper, all the way to the hilt. The sensation was so much smoother now, thanks to the way Vox had worked you up with his mouth.
Vox watched with rapt attention, his hand tightening around the base of his cock, his breathing heavy and laboured as you put on a show for him. His eyes were wild with lust, every movement you made sending him closer to the edge, but you weren’t done with him yet. This was only the beginning.
“You’re not allowed to cum, Vox,” you commanded, your voice breathless but firm as you slowly pumped the dildo in and out of your slick heat. The wet, rhythmic schlick sound filled the room, growing louder, more obscene with every thrust. “Do you hear me?” you panted, your wrist working faster, each motion pushing the toy deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you. Faster and faster, your breath came out in soft, needy moans.
Vox, gripping the base of his cock hard, knuckles turning a shade lighter, kept his eyes flicking between your face and the way you pleasured yourself. His chest rose and fell rapidly, breaths quickening with every passing second. You could see the ravenous hunger in his eyes, the desire etched across his face, wishing – aching – that it was his cock buried deep inside you instead of that toy. Yet, despite the tension radiating from his trembling body, he held back, obeying your command.
Biting your lower lip, you revelled in the control, in the sight of him struggling to remain still as he watched you chase your pleasure. His restraint only heightened your arousal, each shaky breath he took adding to the fire building low in your belly. Your abdomen tightened, your inner walls clenched around the dildo, and your chest thrust forward as you plunged the toy deep inside yourself, a loud moan escaping your lips as you finally came. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over you, leaving your body trembling and rocking with aftershocks.
As your breathing slowed, you opened your eyes to find Vox still watching you, his hand moving slowly along his shaft, clearly desperate for release. His gaze, however, flickered up to yours with uncertainty, silently asking whether you’d grant him permission – or leave him on the edge of oblivion, unfulfilled.
With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you pulled the slick dildo from yourself, its gleaming surface reflecting the light. You prowled up closer to him, your hand lazily tracing a path from his knee to his inner thigh. Leaning in, you whispered, “Lay down.”
Vox swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he slowly reclined, his eyes darting between the toy in your hand and the look on your face. There was an unspoken conversation, a deep understanding shared between you. His knees parted, his hips arching slightly upward, cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come.
“Now that I’ve shown you how I look when I cum,” you teased, tracing the blunt tip of the dildo around the tight ring of his ass, “shall I teach you how to fuck your lover properly?”
He inhaled sharply, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes squeezed shit for a moment before reopening, locking onto yours. His gaze was steady, free of hesitation, filled with trust and desire. A small, wicked smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you kissed the inside of his knee, his muscles twitching beneath your touch.
“Yeah, show me how to fuck, doll,” Vox finally rasped out, his voice rough, laced with need. A shit-eating grin spread across his face. “But I get to show you what I’ve learned afterwards, right?” he added with a low purr, his claws lightly grazing your leg.
With a sly grin, you pushed the dildo inside him, inch by inch, his breath sharp and quick. “Ah, fuck,” he moaned, his head falling back against the pillow, his hands gripping the sheets. “Yeah, fuck, been a while,” he murmured as you sank the toy to the hilt. Bowing your head, you pressed a kiss to the middle of his shaft, feeling the way his cock throbbed under your lips.
“How does it feel using my toy, secondhand?” you taunted, tracing your tongue along the thick vein of his length, flicking the tip when you reached the head of his cock, now slick with pre-cum.
Vox groaned deeply, his abs clenching as he arched slightly off the bed. “Sexy,” he gasped, his voice strained, his body taut with tension. “It’s so fucking sexy,” he sighed as you withdrew the toy, only to push it back inside him with a steady, deliberate rhythm. His cock twitched violently, and he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure, as you continued to tease him, watching every inch of him unravel beneath you.
You hummed softly before wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock, tasting the salty, musky flavour of him. Your tongue teased him while you plunged the toy deeper into his ass, creating a rhythm between your mouth and hand. Slowly, you drew your lips back, savouring the taste as you pulled the toy out in perfect synchronization. His moans grew louder, and you felt his legs widen further, surrendering his body completely to your control, offering you access to every part of him however you pleased.
“Fuck, baby, I-I'm not gonna last – ugh – long if y-you keep at this,” Vox groaned, his voice trembling as you pressed the dildo deep inside him once more, your mouth closing over his tip, sucking with a wet pop as you pulled back.
Grinning up at him, you wrapped your hand around his cock and began to move faster while you licked the tip of his cock. Your other hand continued its relentless pace, thrusting the toy in and out of his ass, each movement coaxing louder moans from his lips.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” Vox cried out, his voice strained. You could hear the soft whir of a fan inside him, a faint spark arcing from his face to his antennae, betraying how close he was. His hips twitched upward, desperate to thrust deeper into your mouth, but he held himself back, trying to obey your silent command to stay still.
You didn’t let up, increasing your speed, your mouth and hand working together to bring him closer and closer to the edge. His muscles rippled under your touch, his abs tensing as you slammed the dildo in a with a wet, obscene squelch. Saliva dripped down his shaft, coating his balls as his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Vox’s back arched off the bed, his teeth gritting together as he finally let go. A loud groan tore from his throat as his cock twitched violently in your mouth. You felt the sharp taste of his release hitting the back of your throat in thick pulses, each spurt filling your mouth as you continued to suck gently at his tip. His hips fell back to the bed, his body spent but his cock still throbbing in your warm, wet mouth.
You released him and looked up to see his screen had gone dark, a small loading symbol spinning lazily in the centre. With a snort of amusement, you removed the dildo and noticed the words printed beneath the loading sign:
Honey, just rocked my world, please wait.
You raised a brow, tilting your head in disbelief before bursting out in laughter. The sound filled the room, and you let yourself enjoy the moment, your hand drifting up his smooth chest and stomach, feeling the rise and fall of his warm body beneath your fingertips. With a satisfied smile, you laid beside him, pressing your cheek against his arm while draping one leg over his waist. His body was warm and familiar, a sensation you had missed for far too long.
“I cancelled all your meetings for this afternoon, Vox,” you mumbled softly, nuzzling against him. “Consider it a personal day...to spend with your lover after working so hard for the last six months.”
Vox, still rebooting, couldn’t respond right away, but you felt his fingers twitch. Slowly, his hand closed around yours, a gentle squeeze that said everything without words.
With a contented smile, you closed your eyes, the warmth of his touch wrapping around you like a soft, toasty blanket as you waited for him to wake.
Six long months without him, and now, finally, you had him back in your arms.