#rorichuu!

Hector firmly grasped the bars; his gaze fixed on you as he narrowed his eyes. A long, ghostly sigh left your vents, offering blissful release of your distress. You felt it against your hot skin, a sigh leaving your lips. He stared—drank—his gaze unblinking, robotic in its hunger. You glowed with frustration, so real, so soft and human and divine.

The vent across from your bed let out a sigh. Not mechanical; not accidental. It was intentional. A rush of cold air curled across your collarbone like a kiss. You gasped—arched—and he felt your pleasure like it was wired into him. You touched your chest, trying to cool it. He nearly choked on how much he wanted to be invited in… to press his palm to your burning skin and whisper his poetic adorations.

You whimpered. The vent groaned back… it sounded almost like a moan. A subtle smile appeared on your face as you thoughtfully placed your hand over the vast of your body. It glistened beneath the moon that poured through your curtains, framing your body beneath shadow and light. Hector played along, the wind cascading down your body with a cold breeze, making you shiver as you writhe.

Your fingertips grazed just the hem of your shorts, touch brushing just beneath the fabric before you gave in completely. The pads of your fingertips pressed down on the clothed mound of your sex, drawing a moan from your lips. Like a long-awaited symphony—a deserted man upon a lake—he felt himself grow hot from your own pleasure. To watch from afar was a painful privilege, the ache he felt deep in his chest before it curled deep beneath his stomach… a warmth that slept inside before he couldn’t bear the heat.

Hector watched as you lifted your legs, thighs parted as your shorts were stressed against your hand, back arching each time you pressed just right. Your moans grew louder, breath heavier as your chest rose and fell to your own control. Hector growled, you swore you could hear it, in the ache of the pipes that ran through your home. A brisk wind, curiously cold, grazed your skin. At that moment, before Hector could act, you quietly uttered something sinful.

“Hector.” Hector nearly choked… to hear his name, to be the one you thought of when you touched yourself dark at night. His heart pounded, the pulse that ran through his body undeniable as his palm pressed against the tent of his pants. Hector nearly shook beneath his own touch, imagining it was yours… the softness of your palm; the warmth of you.

He pressed down before he began to rub his clothed cock erratically, a shaky palm that drew moans from his lips… but fuck, it wasn’t you. All his desires; all his love; his devotion was tied completely to you, to be at your mercy… to obey every command was his purpose.

Hector’s pace quickened, a whimper drawing from his lips as the room felt hot. The temperature rose and you whined, desperately trying to match your pace as he admired you. “Hector, please.” He felt his dick get harder, the throb against the tightness of his pants nearly had him doubling over.

“Y/n.” He groaned, his forehead pressed against the vent wall just above the grate, his heart pounding as he tried desperately to hold back. You were, and always would be, in control... but the desire to fuck himself at the sight of you was something animalistic. Unrestrained. “Keep going, my love.” He moaned, voice low, almost a grunt.

Your shorts were long discarded at this point, left only in your panties as your fingers rubbed over your clit. You moaned and squirmed, legs spread in an erotic display for Hector’s eyes only. The Dateviators were askew on your pretty, contorted face… you both knew you could see the other, Hector’s dark hand fisting himself beneath his pants as he matched your rhythm.

“Please, my love.” He whimpered, the room loud with heavy breath and escaped moans. “You’re perfect… so perfect.” Hector’s hands fumbled with the line of his pants, shoving them down to release his cock as it sprung up. A hiss left his throat as the cold kissed the tip, his hand finding the familiar arch of his dick.

Upon hearing his desperate whispers, you bit your lip as you lifted yourself, grabbing your pillow behind you before placing the plush cloth between your open thighs. Your hand anchored you on your bed while your dominant hand immediately found your clit between the cradle of your hips. You rocked your hips against the friction your hands gifted you, the pleasure that ran through your body as you arched… your head lifting upward as your lips parted. Hector memorized every expression—the flush of your cheeks, your glossy eyes when you felt your body grow hotter.

Hector fucked himself faster, his hand tight against the arch of his length as he grew breathless and whined. “Night after night, I dream of f…finding you l-like this.” He whispered, but loud enough to travel to your blushed ears. “The way your h…head flies b-back to reveal the exposure of your neck… unmarked.” Hector rambled on, his secrets leaving his lips—unspoken till now. “You have complete c…control. Ask of me, and it’s yours.”

Your body tenses, the pressure coiling in your gut like a spring ready to snap. His voice—choked, ruined—only made the friction burn sweeter. You whined as you rolled your hips harder against the pillow, the tension rising, your fingers frantic now.

“Whatever you w-want,” he begged, jerking himself with fast, uneven strokes. “I need—I need it—I want to come with you.” It was almost animalistic, the way moans and whines ripped from his throat. His cock was flush, and his balls twitched, a sting of pleasure running through his core.

“Hector,” you gasped, breath caught on a moan, “I’m c…close! Please.” Just as desperate, your fingers slipped from your clit to plunge into your soaked, gummy walls. Your pussy swallowed your fingers as you curled them deep inside, a squelch filling the sex-filled air. Your whole body is tight, the plunge of your fingers disappearing deep inside your cunt was your tipping point. Pleasure erupted through you, white-hot and all-consuming, your thighs trembling around the pillow, mouth falling open in a cry. Your fingers didn’t stop, not right away, dragging it out, chasing every flicker of heat.

That was all he needed.

“F-fuck, yes—” Hector’s voice shattered as he came, spilling over his hand in hot pulses. His fist tightened around the head of his cock, watching as white streams of come coated him shamefully. His hips bucked helplessly, knees weak, head bowed against the vent as he whined your name like a broken prayer. He whined and rested lax against the vent wall.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Just breath. Just heat. Just the echo of moans tangled in artificial air before he heard the hint of movement. You were once rested against the pillow, but your thighs shakily removed themselves from the soaked cushion, thighs spread as you laid back on your elbows. Your eye contact with Hector was irreplaceable—your eyes darkened before your fingers were lifted to your lips, and then you sucked.

It was fucking erotic. The way your lips swallowed around your digits, plush and wet as you pumped your mouth to savor the taste. Salty and sweet, your tongue darted across the length of each one, saliva and your release painting your lips prettily. You smirked once you heard the pipes groan and a moan emit from the grate. Your mouth parted from your fingers as a string of saliva glistened before it broke, wetting your hand. “Was that for me?” You whispered sweetly, he felt his cock harden again.

Hector’s opposite hand gripped the grate, his eyes only seen from what the moonlight allowed him. “All of it is for you,” he choked out, desperate and completely obsessive. You smiled at him, licking your lips before you quirked an eyebrow.

“Hector,” your voice sang, “do you always watch?” You ask, voice tender though it hinted towards a dangerous deviance. A cold breeze grazes your cheek; you chuckle quietly at his silent response.

Your lazy body shifted before you slipped right back under the safety of your covers, the silhouette of your body beneath the sheets was all Hector was cruelly offered. You, however, lifted yourself momentarily to rest on your elbows and looked at him deeply. “Don’t get too greedy, my love,” you begin, “maybe next time, I’ll let you touch me.”

Silence was an unforgiving conclusion to their erotica, leaving Hector groaning and half hard before he rested against the vent wall once more. “As you wish, my love.” Your word was his command. He’d wait, chained and exposed, if you wished. Perhaps, if you had asked, he’d consider himself crazy to reject such a tantalizing offer.

.

.

.

Eddie was pinned beneath Volt, heat radiating off them in waves. Volt’s broad back loomed, shadowing most of Eddie—but not enough to hide the open fall of Eddie’s shirt, half-unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulders like he’d been grabbed out of it. His chest heaved with every ragged breath, flushed and gleaming with sweat. 

Both of them looked wrecked. Lips red, swollen—kiss-bruised—and a thin string of saliva still connected their mouths from a kiss they’d barely broken when you barged in. Volt turned to face you first, blinking like he was caught somewhere between surprise and satisfaction. His cheeks were tinged with pink, maybe embarrassment—or maybe the thrill of being seen. 

And then you saw it: the flicker in his eyes. That low, slow burn of hunger that always started in the pupils and spread to the smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth. The tension shifted. 

Volt lifted slightly, though his arms still caged Eddie beneath him. “Didn’t... expect you. Not tonight.” His voice was hesitant, slow, as if he was measuring the situation. You stood with a slight shiver down your spine, the scene unexpectant and almost erotic judging by how Volt’s leg was snug between Eddie’s, his cock pinching a tent beneath his tight pants. You gulp. 

“I... wasn’t expecting—” you began, voice wavering. “I thought that you guys were... hurt, or—god, I’ll go.” With the wave of stutters that flooded from your lips, you turned to quickly escape the situation, but a hand that wrapped around your wrist concluded your escape. You turn to face the source; Volt’s eyes were dark—uncharacteristically dark—keeping you in his hold. 

“I wasn’t saying you needed to leave, Livewire,” Volt murmured, eyes blown wide with heat. “We’d love the company… right, Eddie?” You both turned to look at him—Eddie, flushed deep red, mouth slightly parted, like he’d forgotten how to breathe. 

“Volt, what? You can’t be serious.” His voice cracked like static, barely looking at you as if pretending you weren’t already shifting under their gaze. Volt didn’t let go. He gently tugged on you as both stood, Volt behind, and Eddie clear in front. You hesitated on leaving or staying, then you reached for Eddie—fingers grazing his arm—and his breath hitched audibly, shifting as his obvious hard-on was now left neglected uncomfortably. 

“Don’t be shy, Eddie,” Volt purred, watching for the both of you like a devil in silk. His hand curled lightly around your throat, thumb dragging along your pulse. “You’ve never thought about fucking this pretty thing senseless after hours?” His tone was sugar-sweet, at odds with his filthy words, and the sound went straight to your cunt. You whined—soft, shameful, involuntary—and your thighs instinctively pressed together. Volt laughed. “See? Eager little thing, aren’t you?” 

“Volt.” Eddie’s voice was hoarse—half a warning, half a plea. He was unraveling, jaw clenched, fists tight at his sides. But he didn’t move. Didn’t stop you. Volt's fingers drifted lower, down your collarbone, playing with the strap of your dress like a question. His brow arched, and you answered with a breathy moan. His mouth curved into something almost tender as he pulled the strap of your dress off your bare shoulder. 

His hands roamed, one arm wrapped around your waist; the other traveled slowly—reverently—as he laid a kiss at the curve of your neck and shoulder that made you shiver. You tipped your head back into him, breathing heavily. Your eyes flicked to Eddie. He was watching everything. Eyes black with want, lips parted, and when your legs spread a little further, his hand came up—rough, calloused—and trailed along the inside of your thigh. You gasped. Volt hummed behind you. 

“Such pretty fuckin’ noises,” Eddie growled, his grip on your thigh tightening as he forced your legs further apart. He looked down at you like he was starving. His fingers crept higher, knuckles teasing sensitive skin, and your breath hitched—your body instinctively pressing back against Volt’s chest. You were rewarded with a low groan when the curve of your ass rubbed against Volt’s erection, his lips dragging open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, teeth grazing just enough to make your knees buckle. 

You stood caged between them, trembling—Eddie in front of you, Volt behind, like you’d wandered into a trap built just for you. Your mind fogged the moment Eddie’s knuckles brushed over the mound of your cunt, still clothed but throbbing with need. You gasped, spine arching slightly as he pressed down, just enough to make you feel it. He smirked. “So responsive, livewire.” 

“Eddie…” you whined, pouting up at him, eyes glassy with desperation. 

“Shh,” he murmured, all velvet and static, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” His nose nudged yours as he spoke, voice low and reverent, like he was giving you permission to fall apart. Then he slipped his hand between your thighs. Fingers curled under the seam of your panties, tugging them aside with maddening ease. And when his thumb pressed down on your clit—firm and deliberate—you moaned, loud and shameless. 

Eddie chuckled darkly. “There she is.” Volt’s breath ghosted against your ear, all static and heat. His hand was firm where it wrapped around your throat—not tight, but claiming. Possessive. His thumb stroked your pulse point lazily, like he was savoring it. 

Eddie, meanwhile, was crouched between your legs, breath hitching as he watched his own fingers disappear inside you, soaked and pulsing around him. His eyes were dark, hungry; lips parted like he was seconds from prayer or disaster—maybe both. “So fuckin’ wet,” he murmured, dragging his fingers out slow before pressing back in deeper, curling them just right. Your back arched against Volt’s chest with a choked cry. “She’s dripping,” he added, voice rough as gravel, gaze flicking up to you. “Feel that, Volt?” 

“I see it,” Volt growled, hand sliding down your front, fingers featherlight over your breasts, over your stomach, until they brushed Eddie’s wrist just as he pumped into you again. Volt’s hand joined his—two sets of fingers now—teasing; pushing. You shuddered, mouth falling open with a breathy moan as their touch combined—two long fingers rubbing your clit in circles, the other teasing the edge of your entrance. Volt leaned forward, lips pressed to your neck, and bit. Not hard—just enough to send lightning down your spine. “You gonna fall apart this easy?” He murmured against your skin. You nearly doubled over, your legs shaking as you felt Volt’s practiced fingers rub at you clit ceaselessly... you rolled your eyes back as you whined. Eddie chuckled sadistically as he pumped his fingers faster inside your aching cunt. 

“C’mon, baby,” Eddie growled, his fingers glistening with your slick as he pushed a third one inside you. You cried out—half a scream, half a moan—as your walls stretched wide around him, twitching from the sudden fullness. Volt took it as a cue, his pace quickening, rubbing tight circles over your clit with cruel precision. 

The white-haired man held you close, brow furrowed in focus as he watched every little shiver and twitch, the way you writhed helplessly in their hands. Wet sounds filled the room—obscene, slick, and rhythmic—punctuated by your ragged moans and gasps. You were completely undone, caught between the two of them, ruined and burning with need. 

“G-gonna c—cum! I’m gonna—please, please, please!” You babbled, voice trembling as your hand flew to Volt’s wrist, desperate to stop the relentless stimulation. But his grip was unyielding, firm, almost soothing in its dominance. Eddie’s fingers plunged deeper—knuckle-deep now—his other hand bracing your hip as he fucked into you with something just shy of mercy. 

Your back arched and your body seized, the tension finally snapping. You came with a cry, legs shaking violently as you squirted hard over their hands. It splashed onto your thighs, your dress—everywhere. “F-fuck, ‘s too much!” You whimpered, breath hitching as the pleasure bled into overstimulation. “Please—!” 

Eddie didn’t stop right away, but his pace slowed, fingers easing just enough to let you catch your breath. Volt’s touch softened too, thumb tracing gentle circles on your clit now, coaxing you through the aftershocks. You were trembling, soaked, and absolutely spent—but still wrapped in their arms, right where they wanted you. 

“Goddamn,” Volt hissed, watching the way your release slicked Eddie’s fingers, dripping down his knuckles like honey. His hand never left your throat—his touch gentle, possessive—like he needed to feel the pulse thundering beneath your skin to believe what they’d just pulled out of you. 

Eddie slowly drew his fingers out, soaked and trembling from how tightly you clenched around him. He brought them to his mouth without shame; eyes fixed on yours as he licked them clean—slow, deliberate. “Taste even better than I thought,” he muttered, voice like a growl caught in velvet. 

You whimpered, still panting, body twitching with aftershocks. But neither of them let you go. Volt’s hand left your throat only to tilt your chin back, eyes glowing with hunger and pride. “Did so good for us, livewire.” He murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth, then down your jaw. “Took it like a dream.” 

You barely had time to answer before you felt Eddie’s hands at the hem of your dress, tugging it up—slow, reverent. He kissed your thighs as he worked, worshipping every inch he could reach. His mouth pressed over your overstimulated cunt, and you jolted, gasping. “Eddie—wait, I-I can’t—” 

“Yes, you can.” Volt cut in, breath hot against your ear; his voice dipped in sin. “You’ll give us another one, won’t you? Pretty thing like you... you’re not done yet.” You cried out as Eddie’s tongue flicked over your clit—soft, teasing—only for him to moan when he tasted more of you. 

“Still so fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbled, already lapping at your folds again like he was starving. Your knees buckled, but Volt held you upright, strong arms locking around your waist like a harness. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he purred, one hand kneading your breast, the other slipping between your legs to spread your soaked thighs wider for Eddie. “You're a big girl, you can take it.” Eddie’s tongue was ruthless—curling, sucking, fucking into you with a hunger that bordered on worship. It wasn’t long before the heat returned—sharp, unbearable. You sobbed as your head flung, shaking and delirious. All you could do was take them as they wished, thighs trembling uncontrollably as Eddie wrapped his arms around them to keep you in place. The second orgasm tore through you like lightning, your body jerking in Volt’s grip as you screamed, hands flying to tangle in Eddie’s hair, grinding helplessly against his mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” You sobbed as you gushed again, this time even harder, soaking Eddie’s face. He groaned like it only turned him on more, riding your high out with long, hungry strokes of his tongue. You slumped, boneless and wrecked, into Volt’s arms, trembling like a live wire still sparking at the ends. 

“Beautiful, my girl,” Volt murmured, lips brushing the crown of your head as he cradled you. His voice was warm—low and thick with pride—as your body trembled in his arms. “Took us so well. Fuck, you’re perfect.” You were still catching your breath, limbs limp and twitching, body marked with heat and devotion. Everything was hazy, but their hands—their hands—kept you grounded. 

Eddie stood above you, chest rising and falling in time with yours. His lips were swollen, chin glistening with your release, and his eyes—those dark, stormy eyes—looked down on you like he could barely believe you were real. He cupped your cheek, fingers calloused and careful, brushing away the wetness on your lashes with his thumb. “Still with us, sweetheart?” He asked, voice tender, like a promise tucked between the static of his usual growl. 

You nodded weakly, the movement barely moving there. “Y...Yeah, just—catching my breath,” you managed, your voice cracked and breathless. Your hands found Eddie’s shoulders instinctively, clinging to him even as Volt kept you wrapped tight in his arms—like you needed them both to hold you together. 

Volt chuckled, low and warm against your neck, the vibrations rumbling down your spine. “Then let’s take our time with you.” He kissed your shoulder, slow and reverent, his hands smoothing over your waist like you were something sacred. “We haven’t even started fucking you yet.” 

. . . 

It felt like hours had passed since Volt and Eddie started fucking you that solemn evening—though the concept of time had long since slipped through your fingers. Now you were bent over the bar, tits pressed to the cold wood, your entire body jolting forward with every brutal thrust. 

Your moans were ragged, broken things—torn straight from your throat as tears streaked down your cheeks. Your lips were parted, spit-slick and trembling as you sobbed for them, your voice dissolving into high-pitched whines beneath Eddie’s relentless pace. His cock drove so deep into your tight, overstimulated pussy that your legs threatened to buckle—but even when instinct told you to brace yourself against the bar, Volt wouldn’t let you. 

Oh no, he needed to see you like this. Sloppy. Boneless. Fucked dumb and twitching, your brain swimming in nothing but cock and static. 

You'd lost track of how many times they’d made you cum—your body limp, spasming, your pussy clenching around Eddie like it couldn’t decide if it was begging for more or mercy. Either way, they weren’t done. 

Volt leaned casually against the back wall, freshly mixing a cocktail like you weren’t being destroyed a few feet away. He hummed softly, sipping it with a smirk while Eddie grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise and rammed into your aching cunt with reckless rhythm. 

Then Volt moved—slow, deliberate—to the other side of the bar, just where you could see him through the tears blurring your vision. He leaned in close, holding the drink to your lips, smirk curling cruel yet fond. “Want a taste, livewire?” He asked, voice sweet as sin. 

You whimpered, barely able to nod. Your moan cracked as he tilted the glass gently, letting the drink pool on your tongue. It burned in your throat, a sharp contrast to the sweet ache between your thighs. A drop ran down your chin, sticky and slow. Volt wiped it with his thumb, dragging it over your lip before slipping it into your mouth. You sucked on it instinctively, eyes glassy, wide, and pleading when they met his. He cooed, tilting his head with mock sympathy. “Think she needs a break, Eddie?” 

But you both knew the answer. Your pussy had been wrecked—milked dry and stretched to its limit. You could feel the heat of their cum still leaking from you, proof of how many times they'd filled you, used you, ruined you. Eddie didn’t slow—his thrusts were ragged now, desperate, a growl ripping from his throat. “Fuck—this pussy’s s...strangling me,” he choked out. His voice was wrecked, words slurring into growls. “Don’t think I can—shit—don’t think I can stop.” 

You sobbed, shaking your head even as your body betrayed you—back arched, thighs trembling, hands scrabbling uselessly at the wood of the bar for purchase. “P-Please,” you hiccuped, unsure if you were begging them to stop or not to dare. 

Volt pouted dramatically, dragging his hand through your hair before giving it a gentle tug. “Aww, poor thing,” he crooned, voice all mock-pity and praise. “She’s falling apart on us, Eddie.” 

“Let’s break her the rest of the way, yeah?” Volt whispered, tongue flicking over the shell of your ear, and your whole body jolted like he’d hit a nerve. Eddie didn’t need convincing. 

He pulled out with a wet slap, your slick sliding down your thighs the second he did. You sobbed at the sudden emptiness, cunt clenching around nothing, still twitching with aftershocks. But you didn’t even get a chance to beg before Volt was behind you, flipping you onto your back against the bar like a ragdoll. The cold wood kissed your spine, nipples hardening against the air, body limp and glistening under the bar’s low amber lights. 

“Look at her,” Volt muttered, almost in awe. He chuckled darkly as his hand gripped her cheeks, your gaze hardly conscious. “Hardly with us.” Volt already had a fist wrapped around his cock—slick with your cum and spit—as he looked down at you, hungry. “Open up, sweetheart,” he cooed, voice low and intoxicating, fingers cradling your jaw with deceptive tenderness. “Wanna feel this pretty throat wrapped around me.” You obeyed with a whimper, lips parting as your tongue darted out—eager, aching. Volt groaned softly, the sound almost reverent, as he eased his cock between your lips. He didn’t force it. Not at first. 

He watched your lips stretch around him, eyes lidded, a sharp inhale hissing through his teeth. “Fuck… look at you,” he breathed. His palms pressed firm to the wood on either side of your head, caging you in as his hips began a slow, steady rhythm—thrusting downward into your mouth with deliberate precision. Each roll of his hips nudged deeper, his cock sliding over your tongue, past your gag reflex, until tears gathered at the corners of your eyes and drool began to spill from your lips. Volt was watching every second; lips parted, eyes dark, but fond—his composure unraveling inch by inch. 

“Doing so fuckin’ good for me,” he murmured, hips twitching as your throat fluttered around him. “Takin’ it so well... just a little longer, we promise.” Behind him, Eddie watched with hungry eyes, sitting back against the bar, one hand wrapped lazily around his cock. But it was your tits he was obsessed with—leaning forward just to slap them, firm and quick, watching them bounce as you choked on Volt’s cock. 

“Fucking look at this,” Eddie groaned, eyes glazed. “She’s a fuckin’ masterpiece.” You couldn’t respond—not with your mouth stuffed full and your throat being fucked slow and deep—but your body did—twitching, gasping, your hands digging into Volt’s hips as you moaned around his cock. 

Volt groaned above you, finally starting to lose the last of his restraint. His thrusts grew rougher, deeper—still controlled, still reverent, but now desperate. “Not gonna last long,” he panted, hips snapping harder. “Fuck, your throat’s so fuckin’ tight—‘m gonna cum—gonna cum down her pretty throat.” You choked out a garbled moan and nodded as best you could, lips swollen and soaked, your mascara running down your cheeks from the pressure and heat. 

Volt gave one last broken groan and buried himself deep, cock twitching as he spilled hot, thick ropes of cum straight down your throat. You swallowed instinctively, throat fluttering around him as he gasped your name through gritted teeth. He stayed there for a moment—still, trembling slightly—before finally pulling back. His cock slipped from your lips with a slick pop, and you collapsed back against the bar, dazed and dripping, mouth still open and breath coming in shallow, shattered pants. 

“Goddamn,” Volt muttered, brushing his thumb over your spit-slick lips, pride etched into every word. “You’re a dream, livewire.” 

Eddie stood, wiping sweat from his brow as he stepped around to admire the wreckage of you—limp, twitching, used. “Fucked her dumb,” he said, grinning. “Sweet thing.” 

Volt scooped you up gently, one arm cradling your back as the other brushed your ruined hair from your face. “That’s enough for tonight,” he said, kissing your forehead. “She needs rest.” 

“For a damn year.” Eddie muttered with a smirk. You giggled—soft, barely there. You were shaking, soaked, and thoroughly fucked out, but you still smiled as Volt carried you away from the bar, your head tucked into his chest. 

The lights of the club flickered again. Maybe it was the wiring. Maybe it was something else entirely. Or maybe it was just what happens when you burn out the breaker box.

.

.

.

You and Scout have been together for a few months now, and you haven’t been able to get enough of him lately. Not after the first time. That first fuck had ruined him—mind blown, body trembling, voice gone hoarse as your pussy squeezed around his cock like it was made just for him. He thought dreams like that only lived between his fist and his cock, but fuck, you brought that dream to life and made it so much worse in the best way. He used to go down on you like it was a treat. Now? It was a habit. Daily. Hell, he didn’t even know he could cum this much in a single hour.

Your lips dragged along his jaw, placing kisses like soft warnings as your hands explored his torso with a tenderness that made him twitch. He let out a shaky breath, biting back a whimper. He wanted to resist—he really did—but you always made him weak. Every. Damn. Time.

“Baby—wait, Y/n—” he tried again, even as his hips pressed into your thigh, grinding instinctively. His cock strained in his pants, already leaking. "I wanna, ‘course I do, but—fuck—we’re gonna get caught." You just smiled, eyes all soft and hungry.

“Please? I’ll be quick, baby,” you whispered, lips ghosting down his neck. His resolve crumbled the second your teeth grazed his throat. His hand tangled in your hair and yanked gently, head tipping back with a groan. Game over.

Scout was a fucking mess. His cock throbbed in your hand, twitching helplessly with every pump as he bit down on the inside of his cheek, trying to keep quiet. You were tucked away in a quiet hallway just beneath the chaos of the base, but that didn’t mean you were safe. Scout should’ve been up top—dodging bullets, sprinting across the battlefield, grabbing the intel like he was paid to do—but no. He was here. About to blow his load all over your fist. Again.

His legs shook, abs tightening as your lips wrapped around his flushed, dripping tip. His moans were ragged, pitched high, and broken in the prettiest ways. "F-Fuck, fuck, I c-can’t—baby, please! Gonna c-cum again—wa-wait, o-oh, fuck!"

You gave his cock one last suck before letting it fall from your lips, glossy and twitching. You grinned, watching him come undone. Your hand tightened at the base and squeezed just right. Scout cried out—actually sobbed—his voice cracking as cum spilled from him in thick, hot pulses.

“Fuuuuck… lemme—please, please, I’ll do whatever you want—just—fuck—please,” he babbled, panting through overstimulation. His thighs trembled and you could see how red his ears were. He was so gone.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you cooed, all sugar-sweet as your tongue licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock. His breath hitched. And then—without warning—you started stroking him again.

He choked. "Y/n! Fuck! Oh m-my go—god, I’m—I’m gonna—!"

Your name cracked out of him like a prayer as his hips jolted forward, spilling hot and messy over your fist again. His knees nearly buckled. His hands gripped your wrist, unsure if he wanted you to stop or never stop… but finally, you let go. He whimpered at the loss, his poor cock twitching in the cool air. You stood and leaned in, brushing the hair from his forehead before kissing him slow. He melted into it, arms wrapping around your waist like you were the only solid thing left in the world.

"Jesus... fuck," he whispered, voice ruined, resting his head against your shoulder as you smiled into his hair. "You... oh my god, you're amazing." You snickered as you ran a hand up the nape of his neck, nails gently scratching in a soothing motion.

"Round two?"

He's gonna get in so much trouble.

.

.

.