Requesting an nsfw version of the fluff with vox ask from earlier! Reader just soft-domming and taking care of all his needs <3 (fem reader pref)
a/n — oh my god i really like this idea so i hope i did it justice, i’m kinda worried it’s out of character so you’ll probably see few little edits here and there.
He appeared at your door more disheveled looking than usual. He stood with his hat crooked and his bow-tie undone in the entrance, waiting to be let in.
“Is everything ok, Vox? You look a little—“
“I’m well aware of how I look, yeah. How long will it take for you to kiss me, already?” His attempt to be confident was in vain, he looked down at his feet while he said it, straightening out his suit jacket and frowning.
You didn’t lean in yet, “Did something happen at work?” You knew very well what happened; the usual, the stress of being a CEO of a company had finally caught up to him after a long week.
Not to mention whatever Val and Velvette had going on because you doubt it was pleasant to deal with.
“Look, I haven’t got all day—” He started before you shut him up with a kiss because you clearly weren’t going to get him to open up. His hands fell on the sides of your arms as your hands rested on his chest.
It didn’t take long to get back into the usual routine. Kissing turned into making out, making out turned into palming his dick through his pants and pushing him onto the bed.
He scowled, probably thinking about his suit and how you just wrinkled it with your forceful movements. But there was something else there, like he didn’t want to be treated rough.
You picked up on it and straddled his lap before kissing again, this time more tender. Surprisingly he found himself sinking into your lips and gasping softly when your fingers grazed over his pants zipper.
Slowly you pulled his dick out. Soon his other clothes came off too, and this time you were careful not to wrinkle them too much.
Vox found the next couple minutes to be strange because it was almost foreign how you were handling him.
Your strokes were gentle and thought out, not too fast and just slow enough to ease him into the mattress.
He didn’t even complain or try to take the power back, he was far too tired. Instead he just whined and shut his eyes, “Inside, inside plea—szz—se.”
You temporarily removed your hand from Vox’s cock to position yourself above him, “Of course baby, you deserve it after the day you’ve had.”
He looked up at you and moaned quietly, confirming your suspicions. When you sank down on him he whimpered and bucked his hips ever so slightly.
He looked at you, half expecting some string of degrading words thrown at him. Instead you shushed him and took both of his hands in yours, starting to rock your hips back and forth.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” you say, earning a low moan from him as you kiss his hands.
“Stop—zzz—stop it,” Vox pleaded looking away from you. He didn’t know what to do with all the praise, but at the same time he desperately craved it from you.
“Why, sweetie? Don’t you think you deserve it?” you inquire, humping his cock slightly faster and leaning over too kiss up his body.
“N—no, no I—sskk—“ he buffers and whimpers when he feels your soft lips on his chest.
“So pretty for me,” you say, moving up towards his neck, “so pretty and good.”
He whimpers uselessly under the praise and makes a pathetic chocked noise when you bite down on the upper part of his shoulders.
“‘m not— bzz— ‘m not those th—hh—things,” he complained, whined slightly as you sought to suck on the bruises you left.
“Who told you that, baby? Because i’m looking at you right now and I think you’re the prettiest—“ you move to his upper neck and briefly bite down, “smartest, most amazing, person i’ve ever met.”
He whimpers and throws his head back, the praise did something to him. It contrasted so much with his normal bratty tone it made him wonder what prompted this.
He anxiously awaited more of your words, feeling his cock heat up in your pussy. He didn’t want to cum this early though, however your genuine words were making it hard.
You planted a kiss on the bottom of his screen and rocked your pussy down on his cock.
“Vox, baby, look at you. So impressive, so talented,” you dragged on, earning a glitched out moan from Vox.
“ohgodohgodoh—zzz—“ he whined pathetically, needing more praise.
As he felt his climax build up, his hands shot to the sides of his screen like they normally do, but this time you caught them.
You kiss all the way up his arm before pinning both of them down on the bed gently, but firmly. His legs shook from you, trying desperately to hold back his release.
“mommy— mo—tsk tsk—mommy, please,” his feet kicked out and he pathetically whined loudly for you, your touch, your words, anything.
You shush him and release one of his hands to caress his screen, “You want mommy to take care of you, baby?”
He nodded frantically. You smiled, you hadn’t even asked him to call you ‘mommy’ tonight, he simply did it. He must have really needed approval.
“My perfect boy,” you speed up on his cock, “My beautiful, amazing, good boy.”
He whimpered and arched his back up to you, squirming uselessly.
“You’re so amazing, so good for me,” You coo down at him, humping his dick slightly harder now, “Mommy’s so proud of you. I’m so proud of you, Vox.”
He moaned and threw his head back in the pillows, releasing all sorts of pathetic noises, whimpers and sobs. He was so close to fucking short circuiting under all of your validation.
Despite you being able to hear his moans and glitches, his face was only there every other second, other wise it was a screen that read ‘error.’
He squirmed beneath you, bucked his hips up, chasing his orgasm, and finally, came.
He gazed up at you with tired eyes. You recognized that he was checked out for the night, and got off of him.
You kiss him on the top of his screen, “i’ll take care of everything, sweetie, just close your eyes.”
And he did, under your touch, he went to bed finally feeling appreciated.
a/n — so what’s funny is i got a soft aftercare with Vox request so i’ll be doing that after this
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2: who do you think you are, to give orders as you please?
m.list pt. 1
puppy visits u at work
gn reader x sub toji cw: public toy use, anal play
wc: 3k
Your phone has been vibrating in your pocket all morning. It’s him. You know it’s him.
zzt zzt - another text.
zzt zzt - one more.
You should really turn the damn thing off.
zzzzzt zzzzzt zzzzzt - he’s ringing you - zzzzt, zzz–
“Hey, sweet thing. I’m a little busy right now.”
You decide to answer the phone in front of the board of directors you summoned for a meeting. You are the CEO, after all, you can do whatever you want.
“Need to see you. Today.”
“How demanding,” you comment, lowering your voice a little.
There’s a momentary silence on the other end of the phone while your directors start murmuring and tittering; probably discussing something mundane like which secretary they’re fucking.
“Please. Let me see you.”
A little devilish smirk crosses your face, with plans ever so evil and cunning starting to simmer.
“Ok. Come visit me at work, in say–” you hold the phone with your shoulder and tug up the sleeve of your jacket, bringing your watch into view, “an hour and a half.”
You hope this dreary meeting will be concluded before then.
“Oh and Toji,” you stop him before hanging up, “don’t wear anything special. Just your usual shitty clothes.”
You shove your phone away and get on with the tedious meeting, your thoughts straying from the uninspired, bland conversation your directors are providing.
Your thoughts stray, imagining what you did to your play thing last time; how you strapped him up, how you made him beg... you can't wait to see him again.
But the meeting drags on and on– you recline back in the leather chair, tapping at your watch and starting to yawn, when you realise it’s nearly time.
You lift your heavy eyes from the swathes of paperwork you’re sifting through, finding a familiar large figure on the other side of the office through the glass panes of the meeting room.
He’s here.
You catch a glimpse of your secretary trying to usher him away, but he persists. You see his lips moving, starting to point to where he can see you in the meeting room.
She can’t exactly escort him out of the building. And he’s clearly on his best behaviour, being too polite to call security– you audibly snort at the image.
As if they could handle him.
You notice the way her eyes flit about when he gets closer to her. He bends down and brushes her shoulder, easily getting her all flustered and awkward.
She guides him to the tall glass panel of the door, knocking almost inaudibly before entering to whisper in your ear that someone is here to visit, and that she can ask him to leave if you’d prefer.
“Leave? Oh no, he’s right on time. Send him in.”
So she leaves, and he enters.
In those shabby, loose pants, his trademark slutty t-shirt that exposes his entire upper body, and the strong odour he carries in with him.
To you, the sight of him is exciting, his smell almost… arousing.
But for your colleagues, the experience is quite overwhelming. They’re not used to seeing such men in their day to day lives. You notice them staring a little before you decide to break the silence.
“This is Toji.”
No further explanation.
You stand and approach the man, smoothing out the creases of your immaculate suit, and place a hand on his arm.
“Let’s take a break. Coffee in ten?”
You receive nods and positive murmurs as they gawk, watching you two step out of the meeting room.
Needless to say, their topic of debate is going to revolve around your likely relationship, how huge he is… and what on earth you’re doing inviting a man like him to a place like this.
You lead Toji, who is looking uncharacteristically self-conscious, to your private office.
You don’t exactly blame him, with your employees starting to stare and whisper. And they’re all dressed to the nines– you pay them well enough to afford luxurious work attire, so you demand that to be the standard in your office. And the dress code is stringent, down to the finer details such as accessories, hair and makeup. You once fired a woman for turning up wearing foundation a shade off her natural skin tone. You didn’t think it was too harsh– in this industry it’s good to keep people on their toes.
However, it’s all getting a bit much for Toji, making him feel cheap, dirty, and terribly out of place.
You can tell by his awkward glances and the way he appears to be swallowing down his pride with each nervous gulp.
When you’re behind the closed door of your office he seems to relax a little; the tension fades from his shoulders and his expression slackens again.
Not yet, Toji.
You press him against the thick wood of your office door, your hand splayed over the muscular expanse of his stomach.
“What was so important, that you had to visit me at work, pup?”
He feels an incredible rush through his chest, from hearing the pet name alone. He really is pathetic.
“Just– needed to see you.”
You watch him clench and unclench his jaw, looking away from your eyes.
“Come to whore yourself out again?”
There’s a chip in the steel of his exterior that he’s trying to hold up. But to you, that steel may as well be ice.
You could shatter him. You could melt him. With a touch.
And where your hand is pressing on his abs is starting to heat up nicely.
“I– I–”
The way you quirk your eyebrow up at him brings his gaze back down to your face.
“I need you.”
There it is.
“Hm,” a little smile plays on your lips.
Yes, and I need you too.
But you’ll never admit it; the way his need fuels your desire is almost embarrassing.
But you’ve never had anyone like him… under your control. So you’re not exactly going to let go if all it takes is an unnoticeable percentage of your earnings to keep him in check.
“Come,” you pinch at the black material of his shirt, tugging him closer to your broad, wooden desk.
“Here,” you place him facing the desk, “down.”
He bends, looking somewhat reluctant, until your hand snakes up the muscles of his back to provide a little encouragement.
“That’s it.” He plants his massive hands on the wood, lowering his body slowly, until you’ve got his ass pushing out and his chest resting on the expensive wood.
“Now,” you trace a hand up his spine, settling in his black strands, “we’re going for coffee with my useless directors in– five minutes.”
Oh, how time flies when you’re having fun.
“I’m afraid that means I’ll have to rush this next part ever so slightly.”
You keep one hand in his hair, ensuring his face remains pressed against the wood, reaching the other into your desk drawer.
You retrieve two items, place them on the side, and start moving your hand down his back again, reaching the waistband of those baggy pants.
You tug them off with his boxers, making him flinch a little as his bare ass is exposed.
“Stay still.”
The next sensation he gets is cool, wet and…
“Ghh– ah! Here? Really?”
He feels your lubed up fingers sliding over the tight ring of his ass. You push and press and work the muscle till he lets you in with a moan. You slide in and out, teasing out those little gasps that you love, then add another finger.
“Hmm,” you hum with pleasure, watching him settle into the rhythm, just before you pull out and wipe yourself clean– using his shirt, “I think you’re ready now.”
You select the next item, wetting it with lube and inserting it into his perfectly prepped hole.
“Ahhh, ahh–” it’s bigger than your fingers. But he can take it.
You push it in nice and deep, then pull away.
“Time for coffee.”
“Y-you’re just gonna– leave that inside?”
“Yes? Is that an issue?” You quip, patting your hands dry of the harsh, alcohol filled hand sanitiser.
He struggles with the realisation for a second, then pushes his heavy body off your desk and tugs his pants up.
⋆
Coffee is going well. Your subordinates are trying to dodge around the dark haired, proverbial elephant in the room, but their eyes still linger over him. He shifts and fidgets in the too small chair, feeling uncomfortable from their staring once again.
Or maybe it’s the toy you shoved up his ass? You couldn’t care less. Either way, this is incredibly amusing.
You watch him try to answer their occasional questions, not returning much in the way of conversation himself.
“So, you work in the city, uh…” your CTO trails off.
“Toji. Yeah, I work here.”
He’s working right now.
“And what exactly… do you do?”
He pauses, his green eyes darting up and down the woman’s face.
“For work?” She presses.
“I’m, uh–”
I’m a filthy whore.
I kill people for money.
I’ll do anything for money.
“I’m a– ah! a, a driver.”
The woman gives him an odd look, before rejoining the conversation with her colleagues.
You’re just quietly observing, tapping on your phone and leaning back with your legs crossed, watching the situation unfold.
Toji gets up, excusing himself. He doesn’t know what to do.
“Where are– mm, the bathrooms?” He asks you quietly.
You give him a smirk and point in their direction before returning to your phone.
He gets into the private cubicle, pulls down his pants and spreads his cheeks– trying to feel what you put inside him.
zzzzzzzzzzz
He can hear the quiet buzzing noise in the stillness of the bathroom.
ZZZZZZZZZZ
The intensity suddenly increases.
Ding
His phone lights up in his pocket– but that’s the least of his worries.
His fingers press into the tight ring of his ass– he can feel it now, buzzing through his core and igniting that erogenous zone deep in his tummy.
“Ugh, uuuh–”
He struggles and prods around back there, incidentally adding to his pleasure, before he huffs in defeat. His fingers are just too thick and clumsy, he can’t even get the thing out.
He stands in the cubicle, feeling the pleasure start to spread to his cock.
“Fuck,” he lets out an erotic sigh, looking down at the swell in his pants.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
The buzzing is relentless. He leans his body up against the panel of the cubicle in a desperate attempt to cool himself down.
He pulls his phone from his pocket.
don’t you dare take that out. come back and finish your coffee, pup.
He groans and readjusts his pants. Surely he can handle this, right?
⋆
Wrong.
Not ten minutes into his return, with the hubbub of the break room dampening the sound of the vibrator, your puppy is turning into a massive horny mess.
You bet his shorts are getting sticky by now.
His big hands rest crossed over his lap, his thighs pressed together in an attempt to hide his huge bulge.
“nhh–” he lets little sighs slip his lips. They’re barely audible. But to you, those sounds are music to your ears.
He’s slowly getting louder as you dial up the intensity. He’s biting his lip, his eyelids starting to flutter closed from the pleasure, and you watch that pink tint cover his cheekbones.
You notice his hips start to twitch as he swallows and gulps, fidgeting around helplessly. He looks like he’s going to break out in a sweat, and all you can do is sit and admire the scene.
You flick and toy with the intensity of the remote controlled vibrator with your phone. It’s quite clever, really, allowing you to give him undulating pulses of pleasure, making his hips wiggle with that dumb expression on his face, all without touching him.
He tries to hide it, nodding stiffly when anyone speaks to him.
But you keep playing, switching to sharp jolts now, making him jump and squirm in the chair. Then you bring it down, slow and steady, building him up again.
His hips start to twitch and he looks directly at you, his eyes flying wide with the shock of his impending orgasm. He shakes his head, desperately urging you to stop before he cums himself in front of your employees.
But where would be the fun in that?
You kick it up a notch and watch his eyes roll back. He barely stifles a groan, his hand flying up to slap over his mouth, startling your colleagues.
“Nhg- mhh-” he breathes heavily and presses his eyes closed for a moment. But he should know by now, you’re relentless. So you watch him stare at you in disbelief as the toy just keeps pulsing.
You torture him for a while, then round up your coffee break, dismissing your colleagues and leading him back to your office.
“Come on, pup. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
⋆
In the privacy of your office, you push him up against the door and start tugging down his pants and boxers. He tries to hide his face from the sheer embarrassment of shooting his load without being touched… from anal stimulation alone. Before you, he never knew he could do that.
But he can and he will.
Every time, without fail.
And the sight of the sticky, wet mess in his pants is starting to effect you.
He’s getting the better of you.
Day by day, it’s getting worse… your infatuation with his body is going to be the death of you. Or bankrupt you, at best.
You’ve tugged his sweats down over his muscly thighs and you’re starting to kneel on the floor below him.
His cock is still pretty swollen– you know he’s a shower, but with this girth, you can tell he’s still semi-hard.
“Sure came a lot, didn’t you?”
His beefy hands clench and tremor on the cold wood– you left the vibrator on a low setting while you inspect his cock.
He nods carefully. He doesn’t want to encourage you anymore. He dreads the overstimulation but for that, he will get a bonus.
The white liquid coats his shaft– it had nowhere else to go. So it lies slick over his skin, dripping back down to his balls. And his boxers could barely contain it.
You pull at the fabric until you’re getting him to step completely out of his clothes. You hold up his boxers in your hand and admire the mess.
“So wet. Almost came through your sweats, didn’t you?”
He winces a little– it was close. When he felt the cum spurting out his tip he just closed his eyes and hoped that no one else could see it. He felt it pouring all over his boxers. It was so wet and dirty that if he sat there for a moment longer it would’ve seeped through the sweatpants as well.
“That would’ve been embarrassing.”
You shake your head and gaze at the drippy mess of his cock.
“Aren’t you so glad I brought you back here?”
You look up at him now, pressing him to answer.
He nods rigidly.
He can do better.
With his boxers in your hand, you bring the material up to his cock and wrap it around the sticky member. You don’t want to get your hands dirty.
“You know what grateful puppies say to their owners, don’t you?”
You start wiping his cock up and down, holding him tight through the black material.
He’s pressed so close to the wooden door, trying to edge back, trying to reject the pleasure, but his cock is filling up again and you’ve got him under your thumb one more time.
And he knows you’re going to regale him with how humiliating it must’ve been to ejaculate in public. You’re going to jerk him off through his underwear, using his own cum as lube.
And he’s going to thank you for it.
“What do you say?”
Your hand is gliding up his thick cock that’s about to burst again, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time, asking him how much he enjoyed being pleasured in front of your employees.
“Th-thank you–” he chokes it out and your eyes light up.
His whole body is yours. His mouth is yours. You can make him say whatever you want.
“D-do it again– again, I– want them to watch–”
But your puppy is getting ahead of himself.
You wipe his cock clean and remove your hand.
His hands jolt away from the door, desperately needing to wrap around himself to get out another milky load.
“Wait.”
He whines and his hands dig into his thighs.
You watch his cock bounce with his pulse. You want him to cum like this.
You use your phone to slide the vibrator setting up until an intense buzzing can be heard in your office. It’s vibrating against the wood, sounding through his tight muscles.
His thighs start to shake and he groans, his eyebrows knitting together with that beautiful pleasured look, his hands clenching around nothing.
“Ngh– I– I– ‘m mm– ughh–”
He can barely get any words out.
You stand up now, tracing a hand over his abs as they tense, his hips rutting wildly into the air.
“Good boy, you can cum now~”
“Th-thank you—thanggyouu—”
And you peer down his body and watch his cock erupt one more time.
It’s like a fucking fountain. You really do wonder about his stamina sometimes. But you don’t question it, just keeping your eyes fixed on the drooling cum, slick and hot, the buck of his hips slowing until the liquid comes out in little dribbles, once again, making a huge mess of himself.
And the wooden floor of your office.
“Bend over.”
He’s barely had a second to recover.
“On your knees.”
You deliver a harsh slap to his ass.
“Make a mess of my office, you clean it up.”
Once he’s done and finally clean, he fidgets about and mentions taking the vibrator out.
“Keep it.”
You wonder how far the connection will last from your phone.
And you send him on his way with another hefty payment along with promises to fulfil his fantasy.
He tried to backtrack, but you heard him.
He wants them to watch.
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a nsfw aplahbet with bill kaulitz please 🫶🏻🫶🏻
HEYYYY OK IM EXCITED
NSFW ALPHABET BILL KAULITZ
structure creds: @angelll135444
A=after care: Bill is amazing with aftercare, he is so loving and gentle with you, makes sure you feel ok, makes sure you're cleaned up, tucks you in to bed after teehee, makes you something to eat or drink if you want it
B=Body Part: his favourite body part on you is DEF your tits, he loves playing with them, sucking on them, literally doing anything with them, especially squeezing them while you ride him hrbwehjnfwe
C=Cum: I feel like Bill is def a fan of cum, his or yours, he loves cumming in you and on you. He also LOVES when you cum in his mouth when he eats you out
D=dirty secret of his: he secretly likes being a sub and likes slight pain
E= Experience (how well experienced they are) I'm very 50/50 on this, one half of me says he's shy and doesn't have much experience but the other half tells me he knows how to please a woman so well
F= Favourite position: def doggy and cowgirl, he loves squeezing your tits in cowgirl obvs and LOVES to grab onto your ass in doggy
G= Goofy (Are they serious during sex?) mostly, i feel like he will joke now and again maybe at the start and the end but when its getting STEAMY he is very serious
H= Hair (Do they trim?) YES. OMG. Bill hates being hairy down there, he will always make sure he is clean shaven, as for you he doesn't care as long as it's not a lot of hair cause he loves eating you out
I= Intimacy (Are they intimate during sex?): HELL YESSSS! Even when he's balls deep in you he will kiss and praise you (thats if you haven't pissed him off)
J= Jerking off: he def does, I feel like he'd do mutual masturbation with you but when you're away he def does it over the phone or will BEAT HIS MEAT to photos or videos of you, he has some cheeky photos saved of you teehee
K= Kinks (one kink or more) he def has a degrading kink, whether its you doing it or him, also a praising one too, he likes pain too
L= Location (Favourite places to have sex.) def the shower or bedroom
M=Motivation (turns them on what gets them really going etc.) usually seeing you naked or you teasing him will make him feral
N= No (something they definitely wouldn’t agree too) he wouldn't agree on hitting her (except her ass) at all, even if she asked
O= Oral (receiving giving) he loves when you suck his dick but HE WILL DEVOUR YOU AT ANY CHANCE HE GETSSS, he is literally soultied to ur pussy, he loves it so much
P= Pace (Slow and sensual or rough?) it depends on the day, time, what has happened, his mood, etc. usually he will be slow and sensual but sometimes he can get roughh
Q= Quickie: in my opinion he's not as sex mad as tom, I feel like he can go without a quickie for a while but he LOVES them when he agrees to them
R= Risk taking: Bill is very conservative about public sex I feel like but maybe once he'll take the risk if he needs it
S= Stamina (How long can they last?) usually 3 or 4 rounds, after that he is EXHAUSTED.
T=Toys (would they own any?) yes def, he loves using vibrators on you
U=Unfair (teasing) You mainly tease Bill and it makes him sooo mad, he loves it but he isn't that much of a teaser
V=Volume (how loud they are) he's quieter then you but he will def make noises, I feel like it's not yelling but it isn't like normal pitch ifyk
W=Woman (what type of woman he would date) mmm, idk i feel like he isn't super picky with his women, maybe he'd prefer his women with a more alternative look?
X=Xray (what’s packing down there) IT'S LIKE 9 INCHES DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED, HE IS PACKING BUS, HE IS PACKING BUILDING.
Z=Zzz (how fast they would fall asleep) he would make sure you are comfortable and then fall asleep
TYSM FOR THE REQ THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO
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