Mine ( Vox X Reader )

Chapter 8

Vox gently caressed Y/n's hair as she rested her head on his shoulder, her legs draped across his lap. She was snoring softly in her sleep, exhausted from the night. They had spent most of the evening partying with everyone.

Of course, Angel Dust had seen them kissing and couldn't hold back. He yelled at Y/n, scolding her for being so reckless.

But Y/n's heart fluttered with happiness. For the first time in a long while, she felt truly appreciated—and really... wanted. She was scared to go further with him, but she wanted to let go, just as Lucifer had advised her.

When they arrived at her house, he carried her bridal style inside and laid her gently on her bed.

''Good night, Princess,'' he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. A gentle smile curved his lips as he began to stand, but before he could leave, a small hand gripped his wrist.

''Stay...'' she mumbled in her sleep. Surprised, his heart skipped a beat. He shrugged off his jacket and loosened his pants before sliding into bed beside her, wrapping her in a protective embrace.

''Fine... sweetheart,'' he murmured.

Vox normally had difficulty falling asleep—he was a workaholic, unable to stop thinking about everything he could be doing instead of resting. But this time was different. He slipped into a deep slumber almost immediately.

The next morning, he woke up, stretching before taking in his surroundings. The room was unfamiliar—or rather, he had only glimpsed it the night before. Turning to his right, he saw Y/n still asleep. Her eyes were closed as she hugged the blanket close to her chest, her head resting on the squishy plushies rather than the pillow.

He smiled to himself, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. She's so beautiful... like an angel. He leaned closer, admiring her delicate features.

At that moment, her eyes slowly opened, and they met his gaze. For a moment, she looked surprised to see Vox in her bed, half-convinced she was still dreaming. Then she realized it was real.

''Hi, handsome,'' she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

''Hi, princess,'' he replied, bringing a hand to her cheek. ''How are you this... hellish morning?'' he smirked, their lips barely an inch apart.

''Fabulous. And you?'' she teased.

''Better than ever,'' he murmured, leaning closer as one of his hands settled on her hips. His lips met hers in a sweet kiss. She let out a soft moan as her palm rested on his chest, caressing gently over his shirt. Their lips lingered together for several minutes before they finally parted.

''Do you want breakfast?'' he asked, scanning her from head to toe and biting his lip. The only breakfast he wanted was her—but he didn't want to ruin the moment.

''Yeah, sure, but...'' she trailed off, glancing downward.

''I... can't get up right now,'' he admitted, his face flushing slightly.

She followed his gaze to the blanket concealing him and bit her lip, then looked back up at his eyes. Sliding closer, chest to chest, she smirked.

''I think I can remedy that...'' she whispered, leaning toward his ear. ''If you want to...''

SMUT AHEAD

His morning hood that was already hard got hard as a rock. He took her face in his hand and whispered ' I would love to..", he kissed her again more roughly, his tongue meeting with her in a war for domination. He let a small whine when he felt the palm of her hand against his clothed member.