Vox

winning hottest in hell has got to be the best feeling vox has ever felt. besting lucifer was his biggest brag.

but of course, nothing felt better than you.

watching you squirm beneath him, hands above your head as his cock pushed in and out of you was the best thing he’s sure he'd ever experience. seeing you sweaty and whining, straining against the silk ropes that held your arms made his cock harden even further inside of you.

fuck, you were a sight for sore eyes. running his hand down your sides, he leaned forward, grinding his hips into yours. “mmh, you feel so- so good, babe. y’gonna let me have my reward? gonna let me fuck you over and over?”

he pressed a kiss to your lips, squeezing your hips, tongue swiping across your bottom lip in sync. one of vox’s hands slid up to cup the side of your face, shifting to hold the back of your head. he relished in the way you tried to kiss him back, stopped by whines and whimpers that left your mouth. he knows you did your best.

leaning back from the kiss, he slowed his thrusts to admire you. his eyes scanned over you, admiring the way you strained against the silk, back arching when he’d grind against you.

“look at you, all pretty for me, giving me the gift i wanted.” he mumbles, nuzzling into you as he picks the pace up ever so slightly. vox always thought you looked pretty in red.