#volt de

Bonus -w- with another evil volt txt that made me chuckle

One morning, when you are barely awake, you overhear a conversation between your boys- they always think they’re much quieter than they are- and get curious.

“Have you ever considered just having them take the fun to us?”

Eddie looks at Volt skeptically, “what are you talking about?”

“That pretty little toy they have.”

“Mhmmm.”

Your boys can’t fuck you. No no, that would break you. Your solution was basically just fucking yourself while they watched. It was hot, sure.

But you know that it feels like nothing compared to what Volt and Eddie feel when they’re fucking one another like their lives depend on it. The filth that spills from their lips, especially Eddie’s, always spurred you on more. It always made you get so much closer to that edge.

“Your seats are leather, yes?”

The realisation dawns on Eddie, and now you’re curious...

Their conversation has shifts from casual and calm, to Volt being pressed into the grass of the backyard.

“It is merely a suggestion, Eddie!”

“A suggestion that’ll make a mess and take forever to clean.”

“You and I both know you don’t care about that,” his voice lowers a bit, “or do I need to remind you of what’s still in your glovebox?”

Eddie slams him into the grass once more, and straddles his hips, “shut up.”

Things are only gonna keep going from there. You don’t want to subject your ears to the sound of grinding metal this early in the morning.

—-

You’re in Eddie’s driver seat, “driving”- he does all the work for you, no matter how much you tell him that you have a licence for a reason- home from work.

You grab the wheel, and he stops driving, letting you pull him into the backyard instead of the driveway, where Volt- still as a vehicle- is waiting for you two.

Typically, you’ll take him to the driveway and let him do his own thing, but you’re… still in the car?

You climb into the backseat, and hear Volt transforming, “darling? What are you doing in there?” there’s a ring of laughter in his words.

“Nothing much, don’t worry about it.”

You bring your hand under the seat to pull out a small backpack you stashed in here earlier today, while the boys were sleeping in their vehicular forms.

Volt sees what you pull out, and covers his mouth to not laugh.

“Eddie, darling? Please don’t leave them in there hot like that,” he can’t stop his laughter this time, “they’ll overheat.”

The engine revs to life and the ac turns on a comfortable setting. How sweet of him.

You had been waiting for this, and pretty pent up now because of it. So, you strip, and spread your fingers between your folds. You can feel how worked up you are form the thoughts that plagued your mind all day. Thoughts of his reaction, of what he’d do, and of what he can’t do.

Your breath comes out shakey when you slowly slower yourself down on the toy.

You don’t notice the way the mirror rear-view shifts, but you hear the radio retune, and Eddie’s voice rings through the car: “the fuck are you doing?”

You let out a breathy laugh, slowly thrusting the toy inside of you, making sure your slick is on full display for the review mirror- which is what you assume is his eyes at this point.

“Taking the fun to you.”

The roar from the engine is directed at Volt. Yeah.. you heard them. But Volt isn’t complaining. In fact, he moves to sit down, trying to see you through Eddie’s windows.

“Spark…”

“Eddie…”

Another roar of the engine, this time at you.

“Don’t make a mess back there.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

Big mistake.

The car doors lock and the seat belt comes to lock you in place. The toy gets shoved deep inside you at the sudden movements, and you moan obscenely.

“This is what I’m gonna do.”

The car backs up a bit, so that the backseat is leaning down a bit from the incline. Eddie turns his back wheels faster and faster until he gets them at a steady rpm. His front tires are motionless, and the angle makes the backseat shake… moving the toy inside of you.

You whine, “Eddie… Eddie.”

“Shut up. You wanted this right?”

He drove sup the hill a bit, each bounce from the terrain shifting the toy.

“Spread your legs.”

“What? Th-”

“All the way. Right down the center.”

You do as your told, and he blasts the ac, cold air hitting your slick, full, cunt so harshly it makes you nearly scream.

You close your legs, and Eddie rocks the car back, correcting your position.

“Touch yourself. Or am I gonna have to do it for you?”

As curious as you are for what creative measures he can come up with… you’re already aching.

The rocking of the car up and down its incline on the hill makes you dizzy, the cold air blasting your cunt makes everything so much more sensitive, and the seatbelt limits any other movements you might have.

You bring your hand around to circle your clit and your thighs shake, he rocks the car once more and you whine his name.

“See, Eddie? I told you it would be nice.”

You turn to see Volt, only for the back wheels to go nuts again, forcing the seat beneath you to bounce until you correct your vision to see yourself in the rearview mirror.

“I’ll take care of you later,” he tells Volt.

“Oh fuck, fuck, Eddie! Eddie, please!”

He scoffs and punches is up the hill, jerking your body forward and into your own touch- then you snap.

You cum with a yell of Eddie’s name and soak his seats.

You’re still riding out the high when he turns the ac down gradually, unlocks the cars, and retracts the seat belts.

Once you’ve gone still, the passenger doors open, “get out.”

You do, pulling the toy out of your pussy, now webbed with you cum, “leave it.”

You get out, leaving your cum-slicked dildo in his back seat.

You’re naked when you step out, and in two seconds flat, Eddie is transformed into his normal form.

He scowls at you then Volt, who is still crouched in the grass.

You look down in shame… he… groans?

When you look up, your face goes red… the dildo… he’s licking it clean.

“Good pet.”

Volt says with a roll of his hips into your warm, wet, throat.

He has one hand in your hair, one holding his pen as he does paper work in the back of the club.

You are under his desk, tied up with his cock in your mouth. 

You’ve seen Eddie like this before, Volt’s cock in his mouth while he sits patiently. 

You, however, are not so patient. Every time you try to take more, try to pull those sweet sounds he makes, he pulls you back by your hair. All it does is make you whine.

He doesn’t even spare you a glance when you whine, when you want more of him. He doesn’t do anything. He just ignores you. He might let your head occasionally, but that’s it.

You try to get closer, just a little bit more of his taste, and he pulls you back further than where you started.

It’s getting frustrating.

“Be. Good.”

You whine as he pulls you completely off his cock.

“Be a good pet, and I’ll give you a treat. Yes?”

You nod pathetically.

“Good.”

His resolve is cracking. Just a little bit. You can tell only because of the way his hair crackles. You want to push, to get him to fuck you silly, but you want to be good… now matter how tortuous it is.

He wheels his chair so that you’re completely covered once again.

You keep him in your mouth, nice and still. You try so hard not to do anything, you really do! But he just tastes so, so good…

You make small motions with your tongue, they’re just tiny movements! He can barely even tell, right? Just tiny little licks to the underside, not much more.

But you’re insatiable. You always are. You subtly push your head down a bit further, hoping he doesn’t notice. It doesn’t seem like he does…. 

You gradually get a little more brave as you wait under the desk. You take more of him, move your cheeks or tongue just a bit more. 

You could have sworn you were getting away with it, too… but you were wrong, oh you were so so wrong.

Volt’s fingers grip and twist in your hair, “pet…” you don’t stop, you can’t stop! Not now anyway!

He rips you off his dick, “you couldn’t just behave for 15 minutes could you…”

You whimper. He’s not angry, not genuinely. 

He scoffs at your silence, “nothing to say?”

He waits.

“Very well, then,” he grabs your chin with his other hand, “open.”

You do, and he slides his cock in before setting a brutal pace, fucking your throat with reckless abandon.

“Is this what you wanted? Hm?”

You don’t respond. You merely whine around him. 

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down. When he cums down your throat, he pulls you all the way down, nearly suffocating you on his cock.

“Swallow.” You do your best.

He takes in the sight of you all dishevelled and needy, then sighs, “you’re lucky I’m feeling generous,” and presses his boot between your legs.

You whine and look up at him. He shrugs, “well? Go on, then.”

When it clicks, your faces deepens in colour, you can just feel it.

You start to move, looking down in shame, when he grabs your chin.

“No, no. Look at me, pet.”

Oh dear amp…

You keep eye contact while you rub yourself against his leg. Gods, it’s degrading, but also sort of… hot?

It doesn’t quite make sense to you.

“Good pet. Keep going for me.”

You whine at that, and he pushes his foot to help you along, occasionally curling his toes to make the toe of the shoe move a bit.

“Volt… “

“Mmm yes?”

“Please?” Your hips move faster without even willing them to.

“Please what? Use your words.”

You whimper again, a sad mewling sound being ripped from your chest.

“You can do it, spark. Ask me what you want.”

“Pl,please, Volt… let me… can I-”

You cut yourself off with a groan.

He decides to have mercy on you.

“Alright, darling. Cum for me. Be a go-”

He can’t even finish his statement before you’re releasing onto his pant leg and boot.

—-

You’re panting. Leaning against his leg as your only support.

You look up at him, but he’s not smiling.

“Volt?”

“Clean it up.”

“What?”

He nudges your inner thigh where his shoe and shin have your cum on them.

“Clean. It. Up.”

There’s a playful sparkle behind his eyes, that confuses you, but also makes your tummy flip. As you go to stand, he pushes down by your shoulder.

“Did I say to leave?”

You shake your head.

“I told you to clean it up.”

Before you can respond, he answers your question, “be a good pet and lick up your mess.”