post-love ending, volt who tries to be a hard dom w you but just can't [wc : 1k]
// cw : SMUT under the cut, gn!reader, use of words like hole & entrance, mention of honorific kink & edging, lots of italics, no dialogue (technically? no quote marks, at least)
volt expects the first time you sleep with him will be similar to his flings from back in the day, before he and eddie started dating, but of course this won't end the same as those.
he figures that he'll lead you to the room in the back of the club after closing, get you naked, be a bit mean to you (but not too much that he scares you off) and edge you for a bit before he brings you to a mind-blowing orgasm. simple, right?
wrong.
the first two steps were easy enough. muscle memory, even, especially since you both knew the sexual tension between you was charged enough to keep your house running for weeks.
once you're in the back room making out, volt will warn you that he can get a bit... rough with his lovers, to say the least. you ask him what he means, and he tells you about the bossing around, the edging, how you'll call him sir; all the works.
he gives you a chance to back out, but you don't. you dare to meet him at his level, and his eyes glow in the dim lighting. he smirks. game on, livewire.
and that's where the tables are turned.
the minute you're nude underneath him on the purple suede couch, looking up at him with that look rather than simply admiring his adonis? something inside him melts. it's something sudden, something he's not given a chance to make sense of as he leans down towards you, acting on mere impulse.
he kisses you, slowly, sensually. first on the mouth, then down your neck, and finally on your chest, biting and marking as he goes.
your hips stutter, you whimper, you call him sir, as initially instructed. he lifts his head looks you in the eyes, his own half lidded and glowing bright with desire, want, but not in his usual way; not in the way he's used to.
not tonight, livewire, tonight i'm just volt.
your volt, he thinks to himself.
if you're confused by the change in pace, you don't show it. you hold yourself back from saying anything because maybe you wanted him to be a bit mean with you. or maybe you're relieved that he'll go easy on you despite what you signed up for, just this once.
either way, volt continues his trail of kisses downwards. down your stomach, down to your sex. he puts his mouth on your sex, not too teasing but not too quick. he's masterful with his tongue and with his hands, and soon you're approaching the verge of orgasm.
volt, if he's being honest with himself, has half a mind to leave you teetering, toeing the edge of that cliff of pleasure. instead, when he hears your voice increasing in pitch, he lets you barrel straight over the edge. you come with a loud cry of his name, volt instead of sir, and instead of punishing you like he would anyone else, he lets it slide.
because you're not just anyone else, livewire. you're something special.
volt comes up for air, swallowing your release and licking up the small drops that dribble down his chin. as you catch your breath, he's running his hands up and down your sides. once your breathing evens out, he puts his hand down between your legs again, probing your aching hole, to see if you're ready for him.
erring on the side of caution, he grabs some lube and pours a quarter-size amount on his middle and index fingers. he pushes in, shushing you when you wince from the sudden cold of the liquid. he scissors you and thrusts in and out of your hole, opening you up properly before he can enter you in earnest.
volt finger-fucks you all the way to and through your next orgasm. and just like before, he lets you climb to and fall from that high instead of keeping you at the edge to try and see how far your limits stretch before you're begging to let go.
once you're ready, volt aligns the head of his cock with your entrance, manuvering your legs so that he can reach as deep within you as possible.
but where normally he would enter in one thrust and immediately start a rhythm that leaves his partner with no time to adjust, with you he takes his sweet time, pushing in ever so slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his thick length.
the stretch of him makes you shudder. the clench of you leaves him breathless.
eventually, volt starts thrusting in and out, in and out. it's a reasonable pace, sure, but you want more, and you tell volt exactly that, and he gives you more. in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, inoutinout--
then, he reaches a pace that leaves you whimpering and whining and clenching around him, clawing at any bit of skin on him you can reach. volt coos down at you, moaning praises just loud enough for you to hear above the lewd sounds of skin against skin.
that's a good livewire, there you go, look at you, so precious, taking my cock so well, it's like you were made for this, weren't you?
volt places his hand on your abdomen mindlessly, but a whine from you catches his attention and bids him to press harder and aim his thrusts against that sweet spot inside you, bringing you to your third orgasm of that night.
volt cums shortly after you do, filling you up with his hot seed and leaving him panting heavily.
when he moves to pull out, you hasten to wrap your legs around his waist as if to tell him not yet, but your mind catches up to your body and you lower your legs, embarrassed.
he would have minded, had it been anyone else; but since it's you he just hums and gently teases you about being his clingy little wire, pressing gentle kisses to your neck. volt finds he doesn't mind staying in your embrace for a bit longer, which quickly turns into hours longer when eddie finds the two of you after closing duties have been completed.
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