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Art for @eliscz

Imagine wireplay with Vox though.

“Come on Y/N.. you can’t handle a little zap? It’s not like I’m doing anything big.”

Each wire ghosted down your body, some over your arms—down your torso. Others slithered around your thighs, or ran just past your cheek.

Just the sensation of the wires running down your body would’ve been enough to work you up a little. But what iced the cake was the little shocks he’d hit you with every now and again.

Sometimes a small bit of static on the underside of your jawline, sometimes it was a slightly bigger one around the edge of your nipple.

Vox is sat in his desk chair, just at the foot of the bed—watching you. He’s crossing his legs, and his body was still fully clothed and so neatly put together, just watching your torture.

The little sounds you’d let out only made it harder for him to focus on what he was doing. Every little whimper and every moment spent squirming. Just watching you had him straining against his pants.

He bites his lip and damn near cracks his glass trying not to moan out at the sight of you. Hair strewn out on the bedsheets, small tears in your eyes. You had him wrapped around your finger. You lie on your back propped up against the pillows with your legs spread. All pretty just for him.

One wire cracks a tiny spark in the dip of your waist. Another by your ankle. One up by your forearm. One of them just beneath your shoulder blade.

“Fuck.. Y/N, you’re just my whore aren’t you? I’m hurting you and you love it. Is there an end to just how slutty you can be?”

You whimper softly, jolting when a bolt draws to the palm of your hand.

“I mean even the bigger sparks.. you just eat it up don’t you?”

Another gasp slips from you when you feel one of his wires trail from your sternum down.

Lower.

Lower.

Lower.

All the way down until you yelp in pain when a particularly gentle yet painful shock snips at the most sensitive part of your genitalia.

You cry out his name, asking what fuck his problem was, just before another bigger one cracks at your stomach.

“Awh.. did that hurt? It’ll get worse if I don’t hear in apology.. I don’t like brats who get snippy with their masters.

You moan softly, head falling back. Shaking your head side to side. After that crap? Why would you apologize?

He scowls, swirling a wire around the inside of your areola.

“Last chance Y/N.”

“You aren’t getting shit. That wasn’t even-”

A small shock, enough to feel good. Not even enough to hurt.

You look up at him wide eyed and confused. He said it’s get worse what was he—

Zap.

You gasp, jerking back at the much larger shock at that same point. It wasn’t enough to cause exponential damage, but fuck did it hurt.

Tears threaten your waterline at the lingering sting. Then came the smaller parts on various parts of your body. Every wire he was using halted where they were on your body.

“Oops. That one slipped from my control. Want a little apology? Give me mine first. Come on you little bitch.”

“V-Vox I-”

A small shock on the joint of your wrist.

You shudder, wondering what would come next. A small spark? A big one? The thought scared you too much to cogitate. Especially with the tiny electrical burns littering your entire body.

“I’m.. fucking s-sorry. Shit..”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes- yes sir I.. I mean it..”

A grin crosses his features. You watch as he stands up and stalks over to you. He lies on his stomach with his head between your legs, and his hands on your thighs with your leg over his shoulder.

“That’s all you had to do.”

He looks straight ahead, eyes boring into yours when he lolls his tongue out.

He lowers his head, the tip of his tongue swirling around your tight hole. He forces himself to hold back a continuation of the smile as you moan softly when the soft muscle makes its way inside you.

Wires make gentle shocks in sensitive areas. The line between pleasure and pain blurs beautifully, and when the pad of thumb finds your clit and begins slow tight circles, it may as well be an unfair match of poker. Because you were fresh out of headspace, and growing more desperate by the minute.

You whimper, desperate clawing at the sheets. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. He chuckles, watching you unravel from his tongue, his hands, and your pain.

It wasn’t long before your back was arching, your head was back, and your fingers dug in his shoulders when you came.

He draws out your orgasm for you, the delivery of one last shock traveling up your spine sending you into overstimulation.

He only reluctantly pulls away when you begging pushing him and begging for a breather. His tongue pulls out out and his arms find their perch on your stomach. His arms were folded and his head rested on them, hands no longer giving you that burning pleasure.

Pulling all his wires away, doing away with all of them, He then looks up at you.

“So how was it, it was good right?”

He had a giddy smile on his face as he bit his lip.

“Uh huh..”

Your voice cracks in your response as you stare blankly at the ceiling, still basking in the afterglow of your.. evidently intense orgasm.

“Sweet we’re doing that again sometime.”

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