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It started with subtle glances. Vox noticed them while he and Velvette were together working, shopping, or intimidating sinners into signing contracts. She would make quick flicks between her phone and some—part of his body? Obviously not his face.
It was easy to ignore at first. She does stand at an unfortunate deficit to him, not as bad as Valentino but still. So he lets it slide…until the looks become longer and more obvious. He doesn't change his wardrobe often but when he does need Velvette to make an outfit for him they've recently been quite—deep cut in the neck line. Maybe that's trendy right now?
Then both her and Valentino are looking at him weird for the rest of the day! He'd take it better if they were actually looking at his face but they're not! They still aren't listening to him either; they're just distracted by something—on him? But that's impossible because he's constantly keeping himself in pristine condition. Whatever they're seeing is enough to keep them off their phones and still not listen to a word he says.
It's pissing him off.
Just like now—
“Okay—is there something on me? What the fuck are you looking at?” He finally breaks in front of Velvette after weeks of this ridiculous behavior. It also doesn't help that he just felt like wearing something more casual today. A button down shirt with the first few buttons undone, suspenders and dress pants. What's wrong with that!
Why does everything he do have to be scrutinized by them!
Velvette simply lets the wrist holding her phone go limp, glancing up at his screen then back down to his—collar? Shirt?
“...your tits are getting pretty fat, Vee.”
His eyes widen immediately with a bright blue blush spreading across his screen before he glitches it back into a deep frown. Electricity flaring around his fists. “Are you saying I need to lose weight?!”
“No! Nonono—no. Don't do that.” She waves her hands at him, almost in a panic.
He's always been slightly bigger than the other two skinny twigs because one he isn't completely made out of plastic and two he isn't constantly dieting and having sex 24/7! He works at a desk, it's harder for him! So what if he let himself relax and indulge for a little bit he—he didn't think it was that bad.
“Aw don't get in your fucking head about it now, I didn't say it was a bad thing! Haven't you noticed I've been showing those knockers off!” She gestures to his outfit right now, “Mainly for Val and myself but sinners are always more inclined to agree to things that they think will lead to sex. You're just too dense to realize they're flirting with you.”
Vox blushes brightly again as bright bolts of electricity travel up his antennas. What…?
How…?
When—
All those looks and the uncomfortable closeness and practical drooling that was because—oh fuck off!
Vox reaches up to button his shirt before Velvette smacks his hands back down, “What the fuck!”
“What are you doing! Don't put your tits away!” She hisses at him.
He feels his vents heat at that and it's making him think things that he shouldn't, “Stop calling them that! Aren't you supposed to be—”
“Please Vox, I'm always going to appreciate a nice pair of tits when I see them,” She rolls her eyes, “It's not like I don't catch you looking either, perv.”
“How am I the perv and you're not!” Vox shouts at her, feeling his screen burn with embarrassment. Okay! Maybe he has admired her body in certain outfits—more than once but that just means they're even now!
“Because I don't know what else you do behind those cameras. And you're hard right now,” Velvette snaps a picture before he could even react. Vox tries to cover himself immediately after, fighting the horror on his face.
“I-I'm half-chubbed at best and it's—an uncontrollable reaction to being embarrassed!” His face glitches as she smirks at him, “Delete that right now?!”
“Oh? Are you embarrassed that you find me talking about your tits hot?” Velvette coos as she steps closer.
“No! I told you to stop calling them that!” Vox looks down at her with the angriest face he could pull as he bumps into his own desk. His claws dig into the edge of the glass as she reaches around him to put down her phone, flashing her own cleavage at him.
“Make me.”
He swallows thickly, unsure of what to do. He isn't going to like—put his hands on her! Not in a sexual way, what if that scares her off y'know? He doesn’t—actually want her to stop.
“That's what I thought,” Velvette grins as she trails her hand over his hip and rubs teasingly over the tent in his pants. Vox sighs shakily, rolling his hips into her palm to chase the friction.
“What the fuck, Velvette—” he breathes as his fans click on to purge heat out of his systems.
“I wanna watch your tits bounce as you ride my dick, Vox.” Velvette doesn't sugar coat a word that comes out of her mouth. He nearly short-circuits at them. He should be used to the crudeness after being with Valentino for so long but hearing it from Velvette—
Oh fuck.
Velvette leans back into Vox's big obnoxious chair as the other slowly lowers himself onto her glowing purple strap. Perfectly manifested to rub against her clit every time he dropped down on it. Vox whines as his massive body looms over her, chest directly in her face yet she's the one completely in control here.
Shit, she should've done this a long time ago like Val told her to.
She moans smugly when their hips finally meet, raking her eyes over Vox's almost wrecked form, “Damn, you are a good fuck—mmh—no wonder Val can't get enough of you.”
She nudges Vox back with a single finger on his plush chest so she could see his tits in full view. Vox pants softly, with a flushed face and blown neon pupils, ”V-Vel—”
Velvette leans forward to nip at his neck before moving down to mouth at his fat chest. Vox whines, grinding his hips down on the strap and her clit as she sucks one of his nipples. His thighs lift him up to the tip before dropping himself back down again. He repeats the motion over and over until he finds a rhythm.
Velvette gives him one last lick over his tits before she leans back again to watch. Sinking her nails into his thighs.
“V-Velvette—n-nngh! Fuck—” he blushes, digging his claws into the armrest. She glances down at his swollen leaking cock for a moment, it bounces along with him the same way his tits do.
She grins and uses more of her magic to grab her phone from the desk. “You wanna make our third a little jealous, babes?”
Vox chokes a sob before shaking his head in spite of how his body betrays him. His hips stutter in rhythm for a moment and another fresh glob of precome beads at his tip. He totally wants it. “F-fuck—no, Vel—don’t!”
“Too late,” she flashes him the screen before turning it back to her. It only rings two times before Val picks up.
“Hey, babydoll! I was just about to—Holy shit!? No you're not?!” Val screams into the phone, “You're fucking Voxxy without me!?”
“Val!” Vox whines and tries to cover his screen with his forearm. Though he never stops bouncing on her cock. Velvette almost starts to worry about his blush being burned into his screen.
“He got tired of me looking so I had to touch, babe,” she chuckles deeply and uses her free hand to squeeze one of his massive tits. Vox gasps and leans into her touch, keening pitifully.
“Fuuck—look at those fucking things. I wanna suck them so bad!” Val whines, “He's riding so pretty for you, baby…you like riding Velvette, hm papito?”
Just as Val finishes his question Velvette plants her heels and thrusts into him to get more friction on her clit. Vox cries out when she nails him right in the prostate, nodding his head.
“Yes! Yes—fuck yes! Ah!? Right there!” Red drool leaks down his screen, thighs shaking as he speeds up.
Velvette blushes slightly feeling her soaking cunt add more mess to the seat below them. She pants softly, grinding more of her clit and strap into Vox's as she feels herself getting closer. Fuck, this is actually really hot—
“He's so close, babydoll, keep going! Mmh—” Val groans softly, clearly jerking himself off to this, “This is so fucking hot—”
Vox pants heavily, electricity popping between his antennas from so much input, “Vel—Vel! Please—nngh?!”
Velvette grabs the edge of his screen and yanks him down into a kiss. That's enough to send Vox over the edge, spilling come in between them. His hips continue to grind down against her to milk his orgasm and his tongue snakes into her mouth, swirling and tasting each other like candy. The friction on her clit brings her to the peak and she moans into Vox's mouth as she comes with a gush.
Their kiss eventually slows down as they work to catch their breath. Turning more deliberate and earnest for a moment. Then Velvette pulls back, allowing Vox's tongue to slip out of her mouth. He stares at her in a daze with all of his vents and fans whirling on high. His body shivered every once and a while and his screen had a pale blue burn from how bright he was blushing. He's fucking wrecked and she's proud of it.
A little noise comes from her speaker phone and she smirks glancing over at Val still watching. “Did you just come?”
“Mmhm—” Val nods, biting his lip, “I’m gonna need to see you guys kiss again…in my bed.”