Vox x Reader

To Exploit and Expose

"What the FUCK is this?!" Vox growls from his desk. My attention shifts from Velvette to his scolding expression. Quickly he stands, stomping his feet to the doors.

Instinctively I stand up, rushing from my seat to follow his trail of anger. I call out, "Vox!" I notice a paper in his hand. He's mumbling to himself as he reaches the recording station. Oh boy.

"Ah there she is, my top reporter." Vox quickly straightens his stance, confidently striding into the room. The blonde, lanky reporter chuckles and walks to vox.

"Oh this bitch" I mumble under my breath. She totally sucked up to him, and was definitely into him. I walk to a wall, next to a recorder. They roll their eyes at the interaction in-front of them. We both barely hear the conversation but see the pathetic reporter fawning over him.

Katie bats her eyes at Vox, I scoff. Then suddenly he blows. Yelling and scolding. Katie backs off, attempting to fix the situation.

The lanky woman is backed against the news table, box in her face. Oh the anger issues

Then. She grins spreading her legs. I feel my blood boil. My eyes dart to Vox who blankly says, "Ew. No." My fists clench, but I let out a breath he drag my eyes away from the scene. I fucking hate that lady.

Vox changed the subject, clearly unbothered by Katie. He lays on the table reaching for his hat. His face scrunched into one of disgust.

After another attempt at flirting, aka throwing herself at Vox, Katie turns to yell at tom. Vox rolls his eyes and makes his way out of the room. I move my feet to follow, but first I grab a coffee throwing it at Katie. She screams a couple of curses as the hot beverage sticks to her skin. I nonchalantly whistle as I walk from the recording room.

When I get back to the room, Vox is glancing around the room, seemingly searching it. Then he turns, spotting me in the doorway.

"Y/n~" Vox makes his way for me. Once reaching me he wraps his arms around my waist, leaning against me. Velvette glances at us curiously, to which I mouth Killjoy. She nods knowingly.

She ends up getting a call, walking from the room, her hair bouncing with each step. In the second she passes I admire her outfit, she's been really stepping the fashion game up.

"Why don't you just fire her? Hm?" I softly drag my fingers on his back. He nuzzles against me.

"She does good at her job." He sighs, pulling back just enough. "Though she really pissed me off."

I chuckle and kiss his head, "me too"

He hums, as if my touch were a kill-switch to whatever was going on in his head. He gently picks me up, my legs wrapping around him. I smile and kiss his neck softly, he sits on the couch, me on top of his lap.

"I'm sorry, do you want me to fire her? I know that she flirts and makes attempts..." His voice is soft and trails off. Recently he's been more open, gentle, understanding. We've really worked past the broken trust. Every issue has grown us together.

"It's alright, baby" I softly brush my hands on his head. "I know you wouldn't give into anything"

"Of course not!" His voice stiffens, "I love you. You. Just you Y/n" his voice yearning. His eyes look full of love and the need to prove.

"I know I know" I smile at him. "What's the paper about hm?" I tap his hand softly, urging him to share. He grumbles quietly but sighs, accepting it.

"Morningstar's dumbass hotel. It's all shit." He mumbles, tracing the fabric on my chest. "Killjoy just made it seem better than this and.." he sighs. "I think I've got it figured out though." He adds.

"Mm alright. Alright." I move my hands along his shoulders. He leans into my touch. "I'm here if you need to sort through stuff." He nods slowly, closing his eyes and relaxing against the sofa.

"Psh you big baby" I chuckle lightly and gently loosen his tie. Seeing this he assists me, sliding it off his neck. I bring my hands to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the top buttons. He watches my face, an emotion plastered on his own face; one I see quite a bit now.

"Only when it comes to you" He insists quietly. "Only with you.." In that moment the world quiets down. The lights almost soften. The chaos within the loud establishment vanishes. It's just Vox and I. Him and me.

Soon, everything fell into a loving rhythm. I close my eyes and lay against him. The world drifting into a peaceful darkness.

***

"Trust us~"

***

"Who's the best biggest shark in the world?" Vox is pressing himself against the glass of the giant tank in front of us. I smile at his giddy attitude from across the room.

Then the other two busted in.

Valentino walks in with a pretty fish lady. Her hair orange and black, slicked back with bangs. I eye the pimp carrying her in. I make my way to the seat beside vox.

"I said to come alone, Val." Vox glares blatantly and yanks the woman off Valentino. Simply tossing her into the tank. Where the shark instantly shatters her within its jaws. I shudder as the blood sweeps into the blue water.

"Heyy! I was using that" Val whines. He throws himself back and crosses his arms.

"I summoned you both here, because we need to discuss some of your...public displays." Vox continues, "Velvette you can't just fuck with Carmilla Carmine in front of other overlords it makes business harder."

"You're lucky I didn't skin the bitch." She mumbles and turns back to the screen in her hands. I sigh and direct my gaze to Val.

"And Valentino. You cannot keep hitting Angel dust in public." I growl. Valentino looks between Vox and I.

"It's not funny." Vox adds in. Glancing at me. I had brought the issue to attention yesterday.

"When have I ever hit him?" Val rolls his eyes.

Then with a simple click a collage of videos of Val hitting Angel played. I wince at the scene. Poor Angel...

"Our brand is perfection. We cannot look weak to the others. Or sinners." Vox insists.

"Well maybeee, people should start sucking less." Velvette murmurs.

"Or more~" then the two chuckle to themselves.

"MOVING ON." Vox loudly announces. "Charlie proved recently that angels can be killed. And not just angels. The big mother fuckers. The big boys." He grins and starts to ramble. Going on about Charlie's plan of redemption. Is it really that foolish though?

I had always felt as if Charlie's idea of redemption was okay... fair. Made sense.

But would I be able to tell vox? No.

My attention drifts to Vox's doodles of his master plan. All crayon. Childish. It was cute. I chuckle as he stands on his desk.

"Us on top!"

"Uh I know you won't believe this, but I don't understand..." Val says quietly. Staring at vox.

"Ughhhh"

***

Eventually he got it.

Boo!
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-Cdz