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bindeds · 2 months
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𓍼 . ݁ ⊹ (+18.) VOX is overworked and needs relief … sorry guys this idea has been bugging me for a while and i’m going to turn it into a full fic soon but i wanna get to my requests before doing that so, have this imagine for now <3 (lmk if you want a top!vox version of this <3)
mlist. request something <3
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“O-Oh, fuck babe, I—” Vox was biting his lip before he could even finish his sentence. “This is … fuck—such a bad idea.”
As Vox’s best friend you were the only person who knew about his monthly ritual of getting laid by going to a bar or a club. he didn’t really like hiring prostitutes and preferred to utilize his strengths—but that didn’t do him much good in the last month or so. And all he’d done since then was bitch and whine.
So naturally, you stepped up.
His cock disappeared into you as quickly as it had left you when you bounced on it, his chair creaking in time with your motions. your hands draped loose on his shoulders, eyes drunk on the sight of Vox trying not to groan at just how tight your pussy was around his cock.
“Yeah?” You moaned lewdly. Vox seemed to be snapped out of his trance at the sound you made. His hands moved from squeezing your thighs to grabbing your waist instead. “Want me to stop?”
Funny thing about the whole situation was that he usually topped. At least, that’s what he told you whenever he talked about the tales of his trysts. But now …
“Fuck! Fuck no, you’re so fucking good please don’t stop,” he pleaded, his words blending together as he slurred. “O-Oh, god, you make me feel too good, shit …”
“Are we still … just friends, Vox?” You held your breath every time a moan threatened to surface. You couldn’t risk yourself like that again.
You don’t know what possessed you to ask it.
“Oh, sweetie,” Vox cooed, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You’re riding me like you’re my lover.”
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