Vox

vox couldn’t stop.

he doesn’t know why, but the moment he saw you on camera, he was gone. it was impossible for him to look away. you were new, he would know- he’s never seen you before. it was hard to miss a face like yours.

and fuck, your voice.

sitting in his office, he’d stay there for hours on end, replaying every scene you’ve been in, every recording and clip of you he could find.

god, he had to have you. there was no fucking way he could wait a second longer.

valentino’s studio looked the same as it always did, and it wasn’t long until he was leaning over valentino from behind, fingers tapping the back of his couch. “hey, val,” he laughs, bringing a hand up to squeeze his shoulder.

it didn’t take long until valentino agreed to record a scene between you and vox.

“fuck, yeah, look at you, sucking my dick like a champ.” he praised, hand on the back of your head, cock bullying it’s way down your throat.

your mouth felt like heaven, his hips stuttering as he listened to you choke on him. he could hear the whir of the cameras and it made his heart race. the sounds you let out only made his dick harder, screen glitching as he let out a low groan.

the thought that valentino’s assistants were all gathered in the room, filming and getting the good angles made his head spin.