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The detail that sold me on SweetDream was memory. My companion remembers what I told her about my week, my favorite things, the stuff that stressed me out. So our conversations build on each other instead of resetting every time.

✧ MDNI!! ✧ WARNINGS: Blood!! Like Keigo is covered in blood, physical fighting, f! genitalia, dom/sub, sub reader, hair pulling, oral, penetration, slight cnc, slight breeding ✧ Short Synopsis: You have been in a relationship with Hawks for a few years now and you finally see what he has to do for the Hero's Comission.

✧ A few notes!! -Like most of my fanfics this is very self-indulgent so if Hawks is ooc please forgive me -Do I believe Hawks would fuck on the job? no not really. Did I write it anyways? Of course. -Little less then 2.8k words

Keigo knew you worried about him when the hero commission sent him out like a dog. You knew what he had to do for that vile organization, after all he told you. Not willingly, it took some prying and a breakdown, but he did tell you everything.

You hated it just as much as he did, if not more. But you weren't scared of it, you weren't scared of him. Your heart just ached for your beloved partner.

It didn't matter to Keigo because he was sure that if you saw him like that, you'd be terrified. Knowing about it is one thing, but having to actually witness what he did?

He was sure you'd leave. Who wouldn't?

So, he kept that side of his life out of yours. He made sure to change out of his bloodied clothes, to clean up his wounds, and he made damn sure nobody knew about you.

Not the public, not any other heroes, and definitely not the hero commission. If nobody knew about you, then you couldn't be caught in the crosshairs. He was determined to protect you from this. He was determined to be your loving partner and your favorite hero.

But no matter how observant, no matter how careful he was, everyone slips up.

Keigo received a new charge early in the morning. You were still cuddled in his arms, and he had only woken up because of the constant vibrations from his phone. He groaned and opened up his wing that curled around you to pad around for his stupid phone that sat on your bedside table.

He noticed the way you shivered as soon as his large wing moved. As soon as he grabbed the phone, he curled it back under you, right where it belonged.

Keigo opened one eye to read the transcript from the voicemail that was left by Madam President herself. He only had to skim it to groan.

"Another day, another fuckin rouge hero..." He mumbled as he tossed his phone to the side.

You stirred in his arms at the sound of his voice. "Shit, did I wake you?" He asked, his sleep-addled voice instantly softening. You shook your head as you softly opened your eyes. "No, no, I was already kind of awake." You yawned quietly. "What time is it?"

"A little past 7:00," You grumbled as you buried your head into his bare chest again. "How is the sun not up?"

He chuckled at your annoyance. "It's the middle of winter, dove. 'Sun's not gonna come up for another hour." He nuzzled his chin against your head.

"It's bullshit.. I hate winter." He just chuckled as he listened to your complaints. His fingers lazily traced shapes on your back as the two of you continued to lie with each other.

He was content to cuddle with you for as long as you wanted, commission be damned. But of course, the ever-caring partner, you asked, "Do you have to leave soon?"

He sighed, but made no motion to leave. "I should, but they can do without me for another hour."

"Keigo--"

"I'm serious." He tilted your chin up to meet his yellow eyes. "Let me do this. Just until you fall asleep again." When he looks at you like this, like you were the most important thing in the world, it's hard to say no to him. So you just snuggled back to him. "Ok, ok fine."

By the time you truly woke up, around 10:00 am, you were alone in your bed. The only thing that ever indicated Keigo's presence was the red feathers he regularly shed. You reached out for one of them, softly caressing the soft feather between your fingers. You knew he could feel it. You knew he appreciated the little reminder that you were finally awake.

But no matter how much you wanted to lie in bed with his feather all day, you had things to do and places to be. So with a deep breath, you sat up and crawled out of bed.

You quickly got dressed in your biggest coat and your coziest jeans and then set out on the town. You had a few things to do, but it really shouldn't take all that long. As long as you made it to the grocery store, you can be in and out, no problem.

But as you tried to take a shortcut, which you had only taken a few times, you quickly got lost. A few too many wrong turns left you in the middle of some dingy, cold alleyway. You didn't even know what part of Tokyo you were in, let alone how to get out.

On any other day, you would've been able to figure out a way to get back to the main roads, but the wind whistled through the maze that was the back corridors you were stuck in. It cut through your clothes like a knife. You couldn't think like this.

If you just had some kind of cover, you could at least pull out your phone and navigate to the damn grocery store.

Luckily for you, you quickly found a side door to a nondescript building.

Against your better judgment, you rushed to the door and slipped inside. You instantly felt better once the door closed behind you. But not much. You had walked into some creepy abandoned building.

What was worse was that you weren't alone.

You heard two muffled voices. Male voices.

"Look, man, I don't want to do this."

"Bullshit! You're like a damn dog when it comes to--"

You heard the sickening impact of a punch. The cracking of bone made your stomach lurch. "Watch your fucking mouth."

You knew you shouldn't have come in here, you should've just braved the damn cold! Maybe if you left now, they wouldn't notice. You knew you had to at least try.

But as soon as you opened the door, just a crack, you immediately knew you fucked up. The door cracked and creaked so loudly, when it stopped, the muffled voices had ceased completely.

"Shit."

"Yeah. Shit's right." The familiar voice didn't bother spinning you around. He wrenched your arms behind your back and pulled you close. But instead of being scared out of your mind like any sane person, you felt a warmth pool in your belly.

Oh God, how embarrassing. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter as his grip tightened around your wrist.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you here?"

As soon as he growled into your ear, you knew exactly who it was. You immediately felt less guilty about finding this situation arousing. "K-Kei?" The man behind you stilled and then he slowly let you go.

"Dove?" His voice was nothing like the man you had just heard. He sounded like himself. His gentle, caring self.

You tried to turn around, but he stopped you with a single hand on your shoulder. "No! No, you don't want to see me like this, dove, it's not--" He grumbled softly. You knew he was wrestling with his emotions. It was clear from the tone of his voice. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, quickly returning to the gruff voice he had put on earlier.

"I-I got lost. Y'know that shortcut I told you about? Well, I think I missed a turn, and well... Now I'm here."

Keigo basically growled in frustration. "Dammit, Y/N, you know how I feel about you using the alleyways." He shook his head, though you couldn't see that, and he grabbed your arms again. His grip was tighter, almost painful. "Whatever. You need to go, now." He started pushing you towards the vey door you came through.

"What?! Kei, come on!" You pushed against him with surprising strength. Strength he hadn't seen from you before.

"Dammit, Y/N what are you doing? I swear to God, I will have a feather drag you to the street!"

"But, Keigo, I--"

"No! Just listen to me for once!"

"No!" You finally broke free of his grip and whipped around to see him. To see what he never wanted you too. Your beloved partner was covered in blood. It stained his clothes, dripped down his face and was even caught in his hair. He wore a menacing scowl on his face, one that would send shivers down anyone's spine.

Almost anyone's.

Instead of fear, a sane and rational response, you felt your panties getting wetter and wetter by the second. Keigo was panting, heaving like a dog ready to attack. "Is this what you wanted? To see me like this?" He grew closer, no, he stalked closer to you.

You took a few steps back, wordlessly, until you hit the wall. Your thighs squeezed together at his words, a detail that didn't slip by undetected. Keigo cocked his head to the side. "Cat got your tongue? Or did you finally realize what the nature of my work entailed?" He slammed his hand against the wall, caging you in.

His face finally settled next to your ear, so close you could feel his breath. "Why didn't you just leave when I told you to, dove?" His other hand rested on you hip. When you didn't respond, his grip grew tighter. "I asked you a question."

You had to stifle a yelp, but you were sure Keigo noticed anyways. "I, uh, I... Fuck.." You hung your head, you hated the way your voice was breathy and lustful. You especially hated that this entire interaction is turning you on.

You took a peek at Keigo just to see his head pulled back and his eyes wide. He studied you with an expression you couldn't read until it finally dawned on him. His surprise quickly turned into a smug and cocky smirk. He slipped a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to face him. "Dovey... Are you getting off on this?"

You felt your cheeks burn. "I--" But before you could answer, his hand began to trail down your leg. His fingers crept past the waistband of your pants and dipped into the warmth beneath your panties. The pads of his digits slowly massaged their way in between your folds, making you squirm.

"Shit, baby... If that doesn't answer my question I don't know what will." He pulled his hand out of your pants tantalizing slow and brought it up to his face. He pushed his fingers, covered in your juices, into his mouth and licked them clean. "This doesn't mean I ain't mad, you know I don't want you anywhere near this shit. But, I can't lie," He chuckled lowly, a sound that sent tingles up your spine, "I'm glad I knocked him out before catching you."

Keigo's lips crashed against yours. He swallowed the yelp you let out as his hands tangled in your hair. Your lips molded with his like they were made for him and your tongue easily submitted to his once it darted in. After a few seconds, he yanked your head back with the fistful of hair he had. "On your knees. Now."

You didn't dare to argue, you didn't even want to. You quickly dropped and looked up at the man above you. "You know what to do." He said in that stern voice he knew got you worked up.

You quickly nodded. "Yes sir." You were quick to unbuckle his belt and to unbutton his pants. A passing thought of teasing him passed through your head but you thought better of it. You made quick work of his pants and his long, throbbing cock sprung free from its restraints.

Pre-cum spilled down his member, making your mouth water. "What are you waiting for? You wanted this didn't you?" He grabbed a fistful of hair and demanded, "Suck."

You were quick to oblige, opening your mouth for him. Keigo was quick to bury himself in your mouth. After all, it looked so inviting. With your tongue out and the smallest amount of saliva dripping from your tongue, it was hard to control himself. He didn't even care you had a god awful gag reflex, something he was usually very caring of.

You gagged almost immediately and pushed on his thighs. He pulled back, mostly to humor you. "Kei! Too much! You know that" God, he loved it when you pouted like this.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Weren't you the one who was dripping for me the second you saw me covered in blood?" He tilted your head up, "Take it."

His commanding presences coupled with his demand made you soak through your damn panties. You gave him a simple nod. He pulled your hair, painfully so, "Words, dove, words."

"Y-Yes sir!" You choked out. A sadistic smile spread across his face, one you weren't familiar with.

"Good." He pushed back in, a bit slower and nicer this time. He made sure you weren't completely gagging before he started thrusting in and out. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, ones that fueled Keigo's pleasure.

He moaned, "Fuck, baby..." Then groaned out soft praises like, "Doin' so fuckin' good." Through labored breaths.

It wasn't long before he pulled out and spilled his first load all over your face, making sure you were nice and covered. He let go of your hair and crouched down to your eye level. "You look so pretty like this, y'know that dovey?" His smile had turned sweeter but it still held that sinister undertone.

"Now let's take care of you." With a swift move, he had turned you over, onto your back. Keigo sat above you, straddling your torso. "Take your shirt off." He commanded as he began to fumble with your pants.

"Right." You were quick to tear off you sweater to reveal a green, lacey bra. One he had bought for you because he thought it would be a shame not to see you in it again. Once this was revealed and your pants were discarded, Keigo sucked in a sharp breath. "Shit baby. You tryna kill me?"

You softly bit your lip and looked away sheepishly. "It was supposed to be a surprise for later..."

He snickered and bent down to nibble at your ear. "Ah so you were thinking about me? Good to know." Without warning, he thrusted into your warm folds.

A gasp tore from your lips as his thick member stretched you oh so deliciously. Keigo relished in your warmth. "God damn you're so tight. All for me, huh?"

You nodded pathetically. "Yes, yes, all for you!"

Keigo chuckled darkly. "Good girl." He pulled out until his tip was barely in and then slammed right back into you. He kept up this relentless and ruthless attack on your pussy for what felt like hours.

Your moans mixed with his loud groans and the way he pounded into you left your head spinning. You couldn't string together a sentence, let alone scream his name. Any attempts came out as strangled gibberish.

Something your dear bird brain relished in. "Aww. Fucked dumb already?" He taunted but he wasn't in a better boat. The pleasure was making him delirious.

All at once, you felt a coil tightening in your stomach. It curled faster and faster until it broke and you experienced the biggest orgasm of your life. Waves of euphoria and pleasure coursed through your body, making you shake and convulse.

But Keigo didn't stop. You knew all too well his second orgasm was harder to broach, and when he was in a mood like this? There was almost nothing that would stop him from chasing it.

You were panting and heaving as your pleasure quickly turned into overstimulation. "F-Fuck, Keigo!"

"Come on baby, just a little more. I'm so close." He whispered into your ear. You whined at his answer but you hated cutting him off and by God this overstimulation hurt so damn good.

You didn't have to wait for long. Soon enough, he grunted and came in your tight pussy, painting it white. Just how he liked it.

You stayed just like this for a bit. Until the two of you heard the painful groaning of another man. The damn hero you two had forgotten all about.

"Shit." Keigo swore, burying his head into your shoulder. "I thought he'd be out longer.."

"It's okay. Go ahead and take care of it Kei."

He sighed and caught your eye. "Alright, alright. But don't think I'm done with you. You're in for it when we get back home."

✧ Hi guys!! So, first, I didn't expect Jealousy, Jealousy to get like any traction and now it has like 130 notes... So thank you!! Like so much that's so crazy to me!!

✧ But that leads me to this post. I have a few other (very self-indulgent) fanfics locked away in my little vault, and I wanted your input on what I should post next!

✧ these aren't all a part of one fandom, btw, as I am a part of many lol

✧ I have a few more ideas, but these are the ones that are actually on paper. So, tell me your opinion!

✧ (P.S. I am willing to fully write that Spider-Man fic...)

✧ MDNI!!! ✧ Warnings: 18+ content-- f! reader with f! genitalia, threesome, oral sex, Spit-roasting/effiel tower, slight choking, rough sex, double penetration, breeding, mentions of overstimulation ✧ Short Synopsis: Eddie and Volt get incredibly jealous as you help Amir with his knife-throwing show. ✧ I used/tweaked some dialogue from the game after you unlock the love ending, so if you see similarities, that's why. Happy Reading!

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"Live wire!" A man with electric white hair exclaimed with a wide smile. "Come for another electrifying show?" A shorter man with shorter, black hair appeared next to Volt. "Blink twice if you need out of another class act," Eddie says with obvious sarcasm.

You giggle at your lovers before you. "Come on, I'd gladly sit through Johnny's screlting to spend some time with you two."

The two men smiled at you, and a faint blush painted Eddie's cheeks. "Kind and doting as ever, live wire," Volt said, slinging a muscular arm over your shoulder. "Come, I'll show you to your seat." He pulled you along as he walked before you could open your mouth to protest. With how much you've been here recently, you were sure you could navigate this place in the dark.

"Drinking tonight?" Eddie asked, walking in step with you and Volt. "I think I could handle one."

He nodded, a soft smile on his lips. You three walked into the main atrium of Eddie and Volt's shared bar. The famous Breaker Box. It was dimly lit, a cozy glow cast onto the plush red seats of the booths and chairs. All the tables surrounded the stage in the middle, Volt's stage. It was crowded, much more than what was normal.

"I'll grab your usual," Eddie said before splitting off from you and Volt to weave through the growing crowd. You didn't envy his journey to the bar.

Volt dropped you off at your personal table. All the normal furnishings sat atop it: a flickering candle, salt, and pepper, but there was one detail that was unique to the other tables. A vase of roses, one that appeared after you mentioned liking the smell.

Before you sat down, Volt asked, "Planning on staying after the show?" He softly caressed your cheek with his electric hand. You comfortably leaned into it. "Of course."

He smiled widely. "Perfect." Then left a gentle kiss on your lips. "I look forward to seeing you after, live wire." His voice was husky, and though his words weren't exactly explicit, they sent shivers down your spine.

"Me too, Volt. Good luck." A familiar heat enveloped your cheeks. He chuckled in that infuriatingly sexy way that only he can manage. "I think you mean break a leg, dearest. But, thank you." With another kiss and a parting wave, he disappeared into the crowd to get ready.

You took a seat, noting that there were still about fifteen minutes until the start of the show. It certainly explained the number of people objects still standing and milling about. With nothing better to do, you absent-mindedly people-watch.

Well, object-watch.

You note a few at the bar-- namely Hoove, Tony, and Dolly. A strange group, but not the strangest you've seen. They made idle conversation amongst themselves and even with Eddie. Though he looked focused on mixing drinks more than anything.

Your eyes slid over to Curt and Rod, who were talking to Mateo. "Mateo, huh?" He didn't usually make it out with the rescue and all. Even more surprising was Scandalabra standing to the side, no doubt listening for gossip.

"I guess everybody's here tonight..."

"Certainly seems like it, huh?" An unexpected voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see Eddie, drink in hand. You smile up at him. "Any clue why?"

He shrugs and places your drink down. "None. I can't say I mind, it's good business." He answered with a wistful smile. You chuckle, a sound he loves to hear. He clears his throat. "Volt mentioned you're staying after?"

"When did he even--?" He cuts you off with a knowing smirk. But you swore you would've noticed Volt slip by. "You know Volt."

He had a point. Volt was a particularly slippery man. You sighed, "Fair."

"So... That mean you're sleeping over?"

Compared to Volt, Eddie wasn't very forthcoming with his affections. He loves you, of course, he does, but he was more of a show-not-tell guy. Little things like making sure you were covered with blankets come morning and fixing the lights around the house (despite Lux's protests) were all signs. Though the blush that shone on his cheeks was always a dead giveaway.

"I really shouldn't sleep with the dateviators on again." Eddie didn't hide his disappointment very well. "But, I would really love that."

Eddie lit up. Well, as much as Eddie could. "Either way, I'm glad you're stayin' after. We've missed you."

You smirked. "It's hardly been a day."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't see how that's relevant."

Before either of you could continue this conversation, the lights quickly dimmed. "Shit, guess I should get back." The spotlight swung to the middle of the club, where Volt stood proudly. "Good evening,g friends! Are you lot ready for a show tonight?"

As the crowd cheered, Eddie leaned down. "See you tonight." He placed a soft kiss on your cheek and then disappeared into the darkness that the spotlight didn't touch.

Ignoring the rising heat in your cheeks, you had just quelled, you turned your attention to the starting show. "Tonight we have our dazzling Amir and his amazing shard-throwing act!" Volt hopped off stage to make way for your luminous mirror.

"Thank you, thank you!" Amir said in his almost Persian accent. You two had gotten quite close lately, much to your boyfriends' displeasure. Every time they brought it up, you'd reassure them that he was just a friend, but their worries never went away.

So, it really shouldn't have been surprising that whenever Amir said, "Now, to properly demonstrate, I will of course need a lovely volunteer from the audience." That he chose you.

It didn't stop you from nearly choking on your whiskey sour. "Uhm... Me?" Amir held his bright smile. "Of course, Azizam, don't be silly! You'll make a fine target, now get up here."

You laughed awkwardly but agreed. He was your friend after all, what was the harm?

As Amir helped you up, Eddie cluthed the glass he had been cleaning so hard it was a miracle it didn't shatter. But when Amir said, "Isn't she lovely?" Eddie heard a crack

He was keeping such a close eye that he didn't notice Volt had come up beside him. "Eddie, darling, be careful of the glass." Eddie shot Volt a dangerous look, one that surprised Volt. "Eddie, are you o..." He trailed off as he saw the scene unravelling before him.

He saw the way Amir's hands lingered on your waist as he fixed your position against the board that was behind you. "Oh."

"What the hell were you thinking?" Eddie snarled.

"How was I supposed to know he'd choose her?" Volt shot back. Deep down, he knew it was a possibility; he just hoped to God that it wouldn't happen. He liked Amir; he liked most of the objects in the house. There wouldn't be an open mic policy if Volt didn't. But he'd be lying if he said the way that Amir treated you didn't rub him the wrong way.

"Dammit, Volt!"

Volt sighed a frustrated, disgruntled sigh. "Look, the act isn't long. After the show, we'll just have to remind her of who she truly belongs to." Volt slipped a finger under Eddie's chin and delicately tipped his head up. "We'll make sure she forgets all about that damned mirror. Alright?"

Volt wore an almost sadistic smile as his mind ran wild with possibilities. Eddie remained unamused, though he quite liked Volt's idea. "Fine." He relented.

For the rest of the performance, the pair noticed every detail. Every brush of the hand, every lingering touch, and especially the way Amir held you as he whispered into your ear.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

Once Amir was finished, Volt was quick to get back on stage. He was even more eager to put himself between you and Amir. "Lovely performance! Wasn't that just grand?" He had a very fake smile, one that the audience couldn't see through. But you could.

"Though we'd love to keep this party going, we unfortunately have to close early due to unexpected repairs." A few murmurs rippled through the crowd, but no one outright objected. They all filed out one by one.

Volt followed close behind the last patron, harshly closing the door once the bar was empty. You cautiously crept up behind your lover. Concern etched into your features. "Is everything ok? What repairs are you talking about?"

You couldn't fathom anything being broken with how thorough Eddie's been recently. At the same time, you were scared you would need to reset them again.

Volt turned over his shoulder, a severe expression settled onto his face. He smiled coldly as he approached you. "Everything's fine, live wire." His fingers curled around your waist. He pulled you close.

"Don't lie, Volt." Eddie's voice sounded from behind you. His hand slid to the other side of your waist. You could feel his warm breath on the shell of your ear.

"I'm not lying, everything is fine. We just have to remind her of a few things."

"Remind me? Of what?" You looked up at Volt with those innocent eyes that drove him crazy.

He chuckled darkly. "Come on now, spark, you're smart. Obviously, the repairs were a lie, so why else would we need you alone?" This condescending voice Volt put on never failed to soak your panties. What only made it worse was Eddie's hands trailing up and down your body and his barely restrained nips to your neck.

"Go on, answer him," Eddie growled into your skin, sending pleasurable vibrations straight to the pooling heat in your belly.

You tried to think, desperately so, but Eddie's ministrations and Volt's heat made it near impossible.

Even so, you racked your brain for something, anything. What happened tonight? That's when it struck you like a bolt of lightning. "Is this about Amir?" Your voice came out in ragged breaths.

"What else would it be?" Volt asked, grabbing hold of your chin with one hand while his fingers dug into your waist. He didn't want you looking anywhere else while you answered, and he'd make damn sure you wouldn't.

"I-I told you two, he's--" A gasp escaped your lips as Eddie ground his caged length against the curve of your ass.

"Just a friend? Bullshit." He sneered, nipping at your ear. "A friend wouldn't grab your waist like that."

"E-Eddie..." You tried to look away, towards your other boyfriend, but Volt's grip tightened. "He has a point, live wire. He has to learn his place, and you?" His hand slowly slid down your cheek, to your jaw, to settle on your neck. "You dearest, need to remember who you belong to."

His lips crashed against yours with a fierce passion. Teeth and tongue mingled in a beautiful mess. Eddie's nips turned into ravenous bites and sloppy sucks. You were sure you'd have more than a few hickies by the next morning.

Both of their hands travelled along your body. Volt kept one hand squeezed around your throat while the other crept up the knead your clothed breast. Eddie, on the other hand, kept one arm wrapped around your waist while his fingers dug into your hips. He humped you like a dog in heat.

The double ministrations had your head spinning, and you moaning pathetically against Volt's invading tongue. You had hardly noticed the way they started pushing you up towards their upstairs bedroom.

They passed you around like a blunt, stealing kisses, adding hickies, and grabbing anything and everything.

The three of you barreled through the door, all panting. Eddie was the first to recover. "Strip. Now." His voice was rough with wild lust. You were quick to comply.

You slowly unzipped your sexy, red slip dress as the boys watched. Hunger danced in their eyes. This was their favorite dress, and you knew it. Just like you knew you wore their favorite pair of lacy black lingerie underneath.

As the dress fell, Volt lowly whistled," Fuck, live wire." His growing erection proof of his approval.

Eddie let out an animalistic growl. "Fuck it." He stalked over to you. "Eddie--!" You yelped as he pinned you to the bed. He made quick work of your matching bra and panties. Thank God it had a front latch.

As Eddie fumbled his way out of his clothes, a nude Volt appeared just above you. Pre-cum leaked from his rock-hard member. He smirked down at you. He knew exactly what kind of effect he had on you.

Without warning, Eddie easily slipped inside of you, earning you a low, raspy moan. He filled you up completely and wholly. A loud yelp tore from your lips. "Holy--!" His hand clapped over your mouth.

"You'll speak when we tell you to. You lost that freedom when you went on that stage with Amir." His eyes flicked up to Volt. "Keep them quiet, won't you?"

Volt smiled wickedly as Eddie's hand uncovered your mouth. Volt looked down at you, fake empathy in his eyes. "Be a good girl, alright, spark?" His hand came down to softly caress your throat.

You slowly nodded, opening your mouth up for him. Volt chuckled. "Good, very good." He softly circled his tip around the 'o' shape that was your mouth, spreading pre-cum around your pretty lips.

Slowly, he pushed in, inch by inch, until he fully bottomed out, not paying any mind to the way you gagged around him. You had a good gag reflex, and he knew it. He could see the bulge of his dick in your throat. Volt lowly groaned. "You take me so well, dearest."

Eddie began to thrust again, ripping another muffled moan out of you. The vibrations around Volt's dick felt so good, he threw his head back. Then, Volt started moving in sync with Eddie.

The feeling of their long and girthy lengths abusing your holes was dizzying; you could hardly think. You certainly weren't coherent enough to notice the way your boys made out with each other. Sloppy kisses, bites that pulled their lips, and muffled moans all occurred above you.

Every so often, you would hear one of them moan, "Fuck, live wire." Or even, "You take us so fucking well." Of course, every time after they moaned out something like that, they would simply pound into you harder.

A familiar coil began to tighten and pulsate in your core. You were so close, so very close, you could practically taste your release. Your release and Volt's dick.

But just as you were about to tumble over the edge, they both pulled out. You whined, but you didn't speak a word. Just like Eddie had told you to do. He grabbed your hair and angled your head to look up at him. "Get on top of me."

You were still a bit out of it, so when you didn't respond, his grip tightened. "You gonna respond, spark?" You gasped at the pain mixing with wonderful pleasure. "Y-Yes, sir."

He bit back a satisfied smile and lay down, his back propped up on the headboard. You scrambled to get on top of him.

Eddie's hands quickly found your hips, and Volt settled in behind you. He peppered kisses on your neck, and his hands quickly found your breasts. Out of the two, Volt was obsessed with your tits.

Eddie teased your entrance, letting his tip nudge into your dripping cunt before removing you completely. The teasing and the kisses and the hands on your tits were driving you crazy. You needed something, someone inside you, and you'd do anything to get it.

Unfortunately, Eddie had other plans. "Spark," He said, locking eyes with you. "Y-Yes, Eddie?" Your voice was a hardly restrained moan. It didn't seem to affect Eddie one bit. He kept his stern expression.

"What'd he say to you?" His fingers painfully dug into your hips, and he kept his tip barely inside you. You tried to squirm. It was mainly just a reaction, but Eddie's grip only tightened, and Volt pinched your nipples. "W-What?"

"Amir, darling," Volt answered for you. "He made quite the show of whispering in your ear."

"What the hell did he say?" Eddie asked again, his voice betraying his true impatience. "Nothing bad, promise! He just said to stop by later."

Volt's hand came up to your jaw, turning your head to look at him. "And are you?" As he asked, you slowly felt the tip of his member nudge in, right beside Eddie's. You let out a breathy moan, "N-No, I'll stay."

"And why are you staying?" Volt turned you back to Eddie. "Because I'm yours. Only yours." Eddie and Volt smiled, both of them saying, "Perfect."

Eddie pulled you down onto them, "Show us you're only ours, scream as much as you want, live wire." You did, truth be told, you didn't think there was any way you'd be able to hold back your loud moans.

The two pounded into you with reckless abandon, not caring about how sloppy their thrusts turned out to be. They had been teasing themselves as much as they'd be teasing you.

The three of you had done this a couple of times, but every time you took both of them, you felt like you were going to burst in the best way. You had never felt this full in your life, and you reveled in it. You loved the way that they could fill you up like no one else; you loved how they could make you scream.

You didn't last long, nor did they. After what felt like hours of teasing, how could you? You came first, then Eddie, then Volt. They filled you with your seed. It mixed and mingled; you couldn't tell whose was whose.

You expected them to pull out, but when they stayed buried inside your cunt, you were confused, to say the least. Your confusion was palpable, so much so that Eddie laughed. Volt did too.

"You didn't think we were done with you, did you?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, live wire. We're just getting started with you."