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They are not even wasted when they all end up in bed.
It’s not some kind of horny mistake that ends up in heartbreak and drama. They are all adults and they know where the boundaries lie. It’s not really a sexy set up either.
It starts with a deal between Vox and Velvette: a change of bodies within a short timeframe with several minor conditions they wanted to test out for future fine prints. It’s not intended to last nor to have permanent consequences. That is to say they were bored out of their minds at the time.
And they didn’t really think the plan through to its finest points. For once, they both straight up forgot to tell Valentino about it up until getting physical was an option.
They weren’t up to anything out of the ordinary when Val walked into the room and sat down on the armrest of Velvette’s seat, leaning against her all casual and comfortable. No one really thought that to be remarkable. Valentino didn’t notice that Velvette had Vox’s phone and Vox had Velvette’s phone because, let’s be honest, his eyes are shit. It’s just facts, but no one really paused to wonder what obvious clues Val should be noticing in this picture.
Velvette was typing an email when Valentino walked his fingers on the back of Velvette’s neck down to the base of the screen, lightly scratching the way back down to the point where he started. Her whole body shuddered at the light touch, and she held her phone a little tighter. At the time, she didn’t really think much of it. Truth be told, she just thought it was a bit funny that Vox had such weakass resistance to Valentino’s touch.
Looking back, it probably would have been smart to let Val know he wasn’t really getting it on with Vox. But she kinda forgot about that at the time. It had been hours between the deal and Valentino walking in.
“Babe,” Valentino says then, sweet and seductive.
It’s an invitation addressed to Vox and it’s none of Velvette’s business.
“Mm?” Vox answers from the couch with his eyes still on his phone.
Valentino sits up and frowns a little as he stares at Velvette’s body. Vox takes a sip from his mug, still entailed by whatever is going on on his phone. Velvette looks up at Valentino. He is squinting at Vox and that makes Velvette’s current heart beat a little faster, which, honestly, makes her want to roll her eyes.
Valentino looks at her again and he must have noticed something because he just crosses his arms and says:
“Okay. So, what the fuck happened here while I was shooting?”
Vox looks up and seems to finally realize Val isn’t in on this plan. He looks at Velvette, who is having a similar realization of her own.
“Oh shit,” Vox says in Velvette’s voice.
Velvette shrugs and sends her email as it is, just in case this situation explodes in something that requires her attention.
“It’s temporary. Don’t worry,” she tells Valentino, but Valentino’s confused expression is turning into a charming and predatory one. Velvette knows very well where that road leads. She raises a finger and says in a firm voice: “No.”
Valentino pouts at her, but just for a moment before he remembers that’s not actually Vox. He bites his bottom lip and moves to the couch, all but draping himself around Velvette’s body.
“Babe,” he says, walking his fingertips up Velvette’s thigh.
Velvette glares at his fingers. Vox watches his fingers moving up his thigh as well and, going by the look on his face, that’s the moment he gets Val’s point. And the fucker seems to be into it! Velvette raises her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, but she just hits her current face instead.
“Fuck!”
They both look at her and Velvette glares at them. She crosses her arms. Valentino tilts his head a little and then throws his upper arms up while crossing his lower ones.
“Why not?” Vox asks and it doesn’t surprise her at all that these bastards are on the same wavelength.
Velvette sighs and rolls her eyes this time.
“Because I’m not turned on by you lot.”
As soon as she says so, she knows she made a mistake because both of them smile at her in that sleazy that means she’s fucked.
“You’re in his body right now, dollface,” Valentino says. “And I know what I’m working with~.”
Well.
Velvette pauses.
That’s actually true.
“And Vox here will just sit and watch while we go at it?” she counters, but Vox’s expression tells her everything she needs to know about how he feels about it. Fucking pervs. “Stop doing that with my face, bitch. You haven’t even said a thing and it’s already TMI.”
She glares at them, but she is considering it.
“Fine,” she says. Then she raises her finger up in the air. “This doesn’t go public. Ever.”
Valentino grins at her and then looks at Vox, who puts the creepiest smile on her face as he leans forward a little bit. He says:
“It’s a deal.”
Velvette waves her hand as if dismissing his words in the air. Val is smirking a little. He lights up his cigarette as if he doesn’t plan on joining the discussion on logistics.
“Fine. Whatever,” Velvette says in Vox’s voice. “How do we go about it?”
“You two go at it. I watch,” Vox says and, really, Velvette didn’t need to know this got him off.
“Limits and all that shit?” she asks, putting on her best unimpressed face.
Vox looks surprised by the question, but Valentino seems to brighten up at the idea of getting to do some kinky shit to her while Vox watches it. Vox turns to Valentino and Val blows the smoke up.
“It’s pretty intuitive, babydoll,” Val says. “Don’t worry too much, I’ll take the lead.”
That sends a chill down her spine, and she knows better than to take that as anything gentle or sweet. Vox reaches out and takes Valentino’s cigarette from him. Valentino gets up and moves to her again, pressing his knee between her legs and towering over her body. Velvette looks up at him and she fucking blushes, she can feel her face heating up.
“Eyes on me, baby,” Valentino tells her and holds the sides of Vox’s screen as he leans down for a kiss.
It’s filthy. Horny. Distracting. Rough. Arousing. Velvette tries to be cool about it because it’s just a fucking kiss. She feels like she may short-circuit. She wonders if Valentino always kisses Vox like he wants to eat him whole. This man has no chance.
Valentino grabs her wrists, holding them to the armrests of the settee as he climbs into her lap. Velvette opens her eyes and she glances at Vox, who is watching them like there is nothing else happening in the whole city. Val squeezes her wrists and she looks back at him.
“Eyes on me, remember,” he says in a tone that promises consequences.
Velvette is flustered and Vox’s body is reacting on its own already, adding to it. There is no way she’s giving Val this much power over her, but Vox’s dick didn’t seem to get the memo in time. Valentino rolls his hips and she throws her head back, sighing in pleasure. Bastard.
Valentino takes the moment to get to her neck, biting and sucking and kissing like this could satisfy his hunger. Velvette closes her fingers in a fist, still being pinned down by Val. She relaxes again after a moment. She shouldn’t do her own head in when it isn’t her body reacting at all.
She’s just in this for the ride, after all; there is no reason to pull back from the rush of pleasure.
And so, she doesn’t.
Valentino knows all the right ways to touch Vox’s and get a reaction. He makes her pant and moan and gasp for air like she’s drowning in pleasure. She judges Vox a little for being this easy for Val. Velvette’s current body is so turned on that by the time Valentino actually takes Vox’s pants off, she’s buzzing with electricity and her fingertips are burning holes into the armrest because of it.
Velvette hears a small gasp from the couch. She recognizes her own quiet moan following that. Vox is getting off in her body, but she has no time to actually consider it because Valentino is still happening to her. It feels really good to have him all over her current body. It feels hot and comfortable and weirdly taboo in this specific set up. Vox moans louder and her own voice sounding like that makes Velvette blush this time around.
And then Valentino is pressing down against Vox’s cock, and it makes Velvette shudder. This one was totally on her because this is a new feeling for her. She’s glad Val doesn’t know where Vox’s pleasure ends and hers begin. Valentino rolls his hips and moans. Velvette really wants to grab him and dig her fingernails into his skin. He gets up on his knees and back down again, sitting on her lap. She moans.
“Let go,” Valentino whispers to her.
And she does.
Velvette allows herself to get overwhelmed by the pleasure this body is in. Her moans are echoed by Val’s moans and followed by V’s moans. She sinks into it, deeper and deeper until there is nothing but fire and desire and Valentino’s body and her own voice laced in pleasure.
Velvette’s orgasm hits her suddenly. It’s intense as fuck and she is shocked by it. She opens her eyes, panting and trying to catch her breath again. Valentino and Vox are still going at it. She blinks.
She’s back in her own body.
The realization makes her blush so much it makes her dizzy. It's a little embarrassing.
“Damn,” she whispers and drops herself back on the couch.
Velvette fixes her clothes and cleans her hand on her shorts. She’s not admitting how hot this whole thing made her. Ever. Even if Vox knows all about it. She'll kill him if needed. She glances at the boys: Valentino and Vox seem to have forgotten she is still in the room. She snorts a laugh and stands up. She stretches her arms above her head. Fuck, she needed that. Goddamnit. She moves closer to the settee and picks her phone from the floor before moving back to the couch and getting comfortable again.
“Don’t mind me,” she tells them, knowing full well it would go unanswered.