#volt smut

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.

.

.

.

The Breaker Box was buzzing.

Not just with electricity, though the ambient hum of neon and exposed wiring was constant, but with people. Customers. Crowds. Hands on the bar, feet stomping to the beat, the roar of laughter, flirting, glass clinking, and a baseline deep enough to rattle bones. Friday nights were always chaos, but tonight was different. Unrelenting. The kind of busy that wrapped its claws around your throat and refused to let go.

And Eddie and Volt were feeling it.

Eddie was behind the bar, moving like lightning, faster than most could even follow, but still, it wasn’t fast enough. His rubber-gloved hands shook slightly as he poured shots, his bright grin twitching at the edges. He was trying so hard to keep up, to not let the anxiety crawl too far up his throat, but his voice cracked when he shouted, “Double gin and spark: NO, not that kind of spark… Volt, I need a hand!”

Across the bar, Volt was halfway through setting up the main stage, tangled in wires and audio cords like some kind of sentient static trap. His hair sparked with frustration, literal flickers of blue energy dancing off his body in jittery bursts. “I told them not to touch the mixer,” he muttered to himself, glaring at a set of fried dials. “Who touches the master volume like that?!”

He didn’t look up when someone called for him. Didn’t react when a regular shouted his name from a table. His jaw was clenched tight, breath shallow, shoulders hunched like he was trying to keep himself from exploding.

You watched all of this from the bar entrance, standing in your new Breaker Box uniform: black slacks, button-down shirt rolled at the sleeves, and your name embroidered neatly over your chest. You’d worked your shift already, handling rowdy stage acts and making sure the sound didn’t fry the lights again, but seeing them like this?

They were frazzled. Overworked. Overstimulated. Burned out.

Eddie’s hair was sticking up in all directions, curls fraying from static as he juggled drink orders and dodged flirtatious hands from the crowd. Volt looked two steps from short-circuiting entirely, barking orders at an intern who clearly didn’t understand the gravity of mixing two incompatible plugins.

They hadn’t even seen you yet.

Which was fine. Because you had plans for tonight. Big ones.

The kind that started with peeling them out of their sweaty clothes and ended with them whimpering beneath you, finally, finally, getting the chance to shut off.

But first, you had to get them out of this chaos.

Eddie didn’t notice you until your fingers slipped around his waist from behind.

He jolted, briefly, but didn’t fight it. You were the only person who could touch him like that without making him flinch, even on nights like this when his nerves were frayed down to raw copper wires.

You pressed your body against his back, slowly, firmly, like grounding a live current. One hand on his stomach, the other coasting up to his chest: not possessive, but steadying. His frantic shaking slowed, just a little, as you leaned in and kissed the side of his neck.

Warm. Gentle. Controlled.

“You need a break, baby,” you murmured into his skin, lips brushing just under his jaw. “Let me handle it.”

He tensed. “Wha? No, I…I got it, I swear, I’m almost—”

You didn’t let him finish.

Your hand moved from his chest to gently cup his cheek, turning his head just enough to let him feel the weight of your voice.

“I said I’ve got it.”

The words weren’t angry. They weren’t loud. But there was no room for argument. Not when you sounded like that. Calm. Commanding. The kind of voice that told his overstimulated brain to submit. To let go.

Eddie swallowed, his lashes fluttering. For a second, he hesitated: torn between guilt and relief.

Then he melted into your touch.

“Okay,” he whispered, voice raspier than before. “Okay…”

You kissed his temple and slowly eased him away from the bar. A soft slap to his ass made him jump and shoot you a flustered look over his shoulder. You just smirked and guided him toward the employee lounge, watching his shoulders relax with every step he took away from the chaos.

Then, you turned on your heel and stepped behind the bar like you owned it.

Which, honestly, you might as well have.

The rush of orders didn’t scare you. You’d only clocked out twenty minutes ago, but you were already rolling your sleeves up again, tying your apron, and jumping into the fray. One drink after another, poured with sharp efficiency and a devilish smile. Customers tried to flirt, but your tone had edge tonight: smooth and low, just a touch dangerous. You were on a mission. You had someone to take care of.

Volt spotted you across the floor mid-pour and paused in surprise, eyebrows shooting up as he watched you knock out a four-drink order like it was nothing.

You caught his eye. Gave him a little smirk. A tilt of your head toward the lounge. He’s safe. I’ve got this.

Volt blinked. Then nodded once, mouth twitching into the barest grin. For the first time tonight, he exhaled. Just a little.

And you? You were just getting started.

You didn’t have to go looking for Volt. He found you.

He stormed over not long after Eddie disappeared, his jacket slipping off one shoulder, black strands of hair sticking to his cheek with sweat and frustration. His sparks had dimmed, but not enough.

“Why the hell is Eddie off the floor?” he snapped, voice tight. “We’ve got four orders behind and someone just spilled vodka on the soundboard-“

You calmly slid a finished drink down the counter, wiped your hands on a bar towel, and gave him a look.

Not annoyed. Not angry. Just... firm.

“Because I told him to take a break.”

Volt blinked, mid-rant, confused by how easily those words landed.

“I need both of you functioning,” you added, stepping closer. “Not fried. Not crashing. And definitely not taking out your frustration on the new sound intern.”

His mouth opened. Then shut again.

You stepped in even closer. Your voice dropped low, just for him.

“You’re done for now. Go cool off. I’ve got it.”

“But—”

You didn’t let him finish either.

Your fingers curled around his wrist, gently but undeniably strong, grounding his frantic energy the same way you had with Eddie.

“Go.”

Volt stared at you for one long, stubborn heartbeat. Then another. His lips parted, like he might push back again…

But he didn’t.

He looked at you, really looked, and something in his face softened. Surrendered. He exhaled through his nose, muttered, “Fine,” and turned away, sparks low and trailing after him like lazy lightning bugs.

You didn’t watch him go.

You just returned to the bar and took command.

Time passed.

The rush finally dulled. Customers filtered out. Music died down to a steady thrum: soft enough to hear your own breath again. You’d wiped down the counter, locked the register, and handed off closing duties to the interns. You were tired, muscles tight and pulse steady, but you weren’t done yet.

Not until they were.

You headed toward the employee lounge, quiet and purposeful, heels soft against the concrete floor. The air was warmer back there, laced with electricity and something else: heady and sweet, like ozone and arousal.

You pushed the door open.

And froze.

Eddie was half-naked on the couch, flushed from the chest up, arms stretched over his head. His curly hair clung to his temples, and his thighs were spread, twitching around Volt’s narrow waist. Volt was between them, fully clothed but rutting slowly, deeply, the slick sound of movement sharp in the low light.

And Volt’s fingers, two of them, were stuffed past Eddie’s lips.

Eddie sucked on them, eyes dazed and glossy, cheeks hollowed around Volt’s digits as he whimpered beneath him. Every time Volt pushed in, his fingers curled slightly in Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie moaned like it grounded him.

They hadn’t noticed you yet.

You didn’t make a sound.

You just leaned on the doorframe, crossing your arms slowly, heat blooming low in your stomach as you watched them lose themselves in each other.

They looked so good like this. Desperate. Vulnerable. Needy.

But they weren’t in control.

Not anymore.

You smirked at the sight in front of you, leaning lazily against the doorframe like you had all the time in the world.

“How cute, you two,” you purred, voice smooth as silk, but with an unmistakable edge. “Got room for a third?”

Volt startled just slightly, his rhythm stuttering as he looked up, electricity flickering behind his eyes.

Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, lips still wrapped around Volt’s fingers, pupils dilated and blown wide. His breath hitched, and a moan slipped past his stuffed mouth as his eyes locked onto you.

Neither of them answered.

They didn’t need to.

You stepped in, slow and deliberate, your eyes trailing over Eddie’s flushed body and Volt’s flexing hips. The couch creaked beneath their movements. It smelled like sweat, like sex, like them, and now, you.

“Don’t stop on my account,” you said, voice just above a whisper now, circling the couch. “In fact…”

You slid onto the cushion beside them and leaned close to Eddie, your hand finding his thigh, warm and trembling under your touch.

“Make him cum, Volt.”

Volt swallowed, throat tight. “Y-Yeah.”

You turned to Eddie, brushing damp curls from his forehead, your other hand drifting down between his legs. Your fingers wrapped around him, hot and slick from the mess they were already making, and began to stroke him slowly. Firmly. Matching the pace of Volt’s thrusts as he began to move again.

Eddie whined.

His hips jerked upward into your hand, body caught in the tension between Volt’s cock inside him and your hand wrapped around his needy, twitching length. His hands clawed at the cushions, muscles fluttering beneath his skin like live wire.

“That’s it,” you whispered against his ear, letting your voice drag over him like velvet. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. So pretty when you moan like that.”

Volt bit back a groan, thrusting a little harder, his fingers still deep in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie sucked them greedily, his tongue laving the pads like he needed it to stay grounded, like he was already starting to fall apart.

Your thumb circled the head of his cock, teasing just beneath the tip, and he sobbed around Volt’s fingers.

“There it is,” you murmured, kissing just under his jaw. “Let go for me.”

And Eddie did.

He came with a full-body tremor, muscles locking and hips bucking into your fist. His moan was muffled and needy, so overwhelmed he barely held onto consciousness. Warmth spilled over your hand, slick and hot as he collapsed back into the couch, panting like he’d just been unplugged.

You let go slowly. Gently. Keeping your hand on his stomach as he shivered and blinked up at you like you’d just pulled the sky down for him.

Volt was still inside him. Still hard. Still trying not to fall apart himself.

You smiled.

“Good boys.”

Eddie was still trembling, his lashes fluttering as he caught his breath, flushed and boneless beneath Volt.

But you weren’t done with him.

Not even close.

Your hand trailed up to Volt’s wrist, fingers wrapping around him with deliberate pressure. You didn’t need to say much, just looked at him and he froze, body tight with restraint, breath caught in his throat.

“Out,” you said softly, guiding Volt’s fingers out of Eddie’s mouth with a wet pop.

A string of spit connected them to Eddie’s lips, and Eddie whimpered, dazed and glassy-eyed. You then bring your cum covered fingers to Volt’s lips

Then you turned to Volt.

“Now clean them.”

Volt blinked. His lips parted slightly. “What—?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You made the mess. Lick it up.”

Volt’s breath caught again, but this time, it wasn’t hesitation. It was arousal.

He obeyed.

Slowly, Volt brought your fingers to his lips and licked, tongue dragging over each digit, savoring the taste of your own fingers that had just been on Eddie’s cock. His eyes fluttered closed, the act more desperate than he meant it to be.

“Needy,” you purred.

He whimpered.

Then, without a word, Volt pulled out of Eddie with a low groan, his cock glistening and aching, and sank back into the couch, resting against the armrest, legs spread, panting as he tried to calm himself down.

But you weren’t letting anyone calm down.

Not yet.

Eddie was still wrung out, shivering in the middle of the couch, but when you tugged gently at his hair, he followed. He always did. You guided him down, soft and slow, until he was on all fours, face hovering near Volt’s lap.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” you whispered against Eddie’s ear, your hand still in his curls. “He was good for me. Now you be good for him.”

And Eddie, still dizzy from his orgasm, nodded weakly before letting his lips wrap around Volt’s length.

Volt choked on a groan, head falling back with a thud against the couch. One of his hands clutched the cushion while the other carded through Eddie’s hair, his hips twitching up into the wet heat of Eddie’s mouth.

You sat back, admiring the sight, Eddie on his knees, overstimulated and shaky, yet still working Volt’s cock like he needed it, moaning around him, saliva dripping down his chin.

“Look at you two,” you murmured, voice low and wicked. “Fucking needy.”

Eddie whimpered around Volt’s cock, his own already starting to twitch back to life again, despite how much he’d just given you. His thighs trembled. Volt cursed under his breath, clearly trying not to cum too fast. And you? You weren’t even close to satisfied.

Volt’s breathing was ragged, hips twitching as Eddie worked his cock with soft, wet sounds: lips flushed and cheeks pink from effort. You could tell Volt was close. Too close.

But you weren’t ready for that yet.

Your fingers curled into Eddie’s hair again and gave a firm, commanding tug.

“Up. Now.”

He gasped as he was pulled off Volt with a slick pop, dazed and flushed. Strings of saliva still clung to his lips and chin, and his pupils were blown wide. But he obeyed instantly, chest heaving as he looked at you like he’d do anything you asked.

You leaned in, lips ghosting against the shell of his ear, and murmured low, slow:

“If you want to cum again, sweetheart… then be a good boy and make me cum first.”

His shudder was visible.

You leaned back, slipping your fingers under the waistband of your pants, slowly, teasingly, and pushed them down just enough before reclining against the couch. Legs parted. One knee bent, the other draped lazily across the cushion.

“Both of you.”

Your voice had a bite of challenge in it now.

“Show me who can make me fall apart first.”

They didn’t waste a second.

Volt dropped to his knees, settling between your thighs like he belonged there, like it was the only place that made sense. His mouth found your clit, tongue circling and flicking it with practiced rhythm. He was precise. Focused. Almost competitive about it.

Eddie dropped lower, sliding between your legs like a worshipper at an altar, his tongue hot and desperate as he dipped between your folds, licking deep, thrusting his tongue into you like he couldn’t get close enough. You felt your breath catch.

Your fingers slipped into Volt’s hair, tightening without thinking as his mouth latched on, suckling in a pattern that made your thighs twitch. One hand slid down to Eddie’s head, urging him closer, deeper, as he moaned against you.

“Fuck!” you gasped, hips rocking without permission, overwhelmed by the contrast between them: Volt’s focused pressure and Eddie’s messy, eager thrusts.

They were fighting for you. For the right to pull your orgasm from you with nothing but their mouths. Like dogs in heat. Like they needed you to break just to breathe.

Your thighs trembled. Your jaw slackened. Every flick of Volt’s tongue sent heat coiling in your gut, while Eddie’s tongue-fucking had you gasping, biting your lip to stay quiet, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t.

“God—fuck—just like that—don’t you dare stop—”

Your moans filled the room now, unfiltered and raw, because they had you, every nerve lit up, every inch of control slipping.

And they weren’t letting up.

Your moan broke into a cry as the pleasure peaked: sharp, electric, devastating.

Your back arched, thighs trembling violently as you came into Eddie’s mouth, grinding helplessly against his tongue. He groaned, the sound muffled and filthy, like your orgasm had just made his entire night. His tongue didn’t stop, not for a second.

Neither did Volt.

He switched from your clit to soft kisses along your thigh, murmuring something reverent, something wrecked, before moving back in: sucking, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every last twitch of your overstimulated nerves.

You gasped, the aftershocks rolling hard.

“W-Wait!” you stammered, voice cracking, hand flying down to push them away. “Too much! I said—”

They didn’t budge.

Eddie let out a desperate little whine and tightened his grip on your hips, tongue pushing deeper, licking you clean like he needed to. His eyes flicked up, glassy and blown, cheeks wet, like he couldn’t bear the thought of stopping. Not when you tasted that good.

Volt slid his hands beneath your ass, lifting you slightly, pressing hot kisses along your sensitive clit, then flicking his tongue again, again, and again.

You jerked.

“F-Fuck! Stop—, I—!”

But it wasn’t a command this time. Not really. It was a plea, voice breathless and legs shaking uncontrollably.

They didn’t care.

You could feel another orgasm building too fast, too soon. It was overwhelming, messy, your body twitching from the sensitivity, your voice breaking as your fingers tangled in their hair in a futile attempt to pull them off.

But they wouldn’t stop.

They were obsessed.

Desperate. Like you were the only thing that mattered. Like they’d die if they didn’t make you cum again.

And somewhere in the haze, between pleasure and protest, your hips started rocking toward them again.

Because as much as it hurt, God, you were so sensitive, it felt too good to stop.

It took everything you had left.

Your fingers fisted in their hair, your body trembling from the relentless waves crashing over you, and with a sharp pull and a shaky breath, you finally wrenched them away.

“Enough.”

Your voice was breathless,wrecked, but carried enough authority to make both men freeze in place, panting, lips wet with your slick.

Volt looked up first, eyes hooded and wild. “You taste like you shouldn’t be real,” he rasped.

Eddie leaned in next, licking the corner of his mouth with a dazed little smile. “I could stay down there all night… You’re so good, baby.”

You sat back against the couch, still heaving, thighs sticky and trembling from the aftershocks. “You two are insatiable.”

Volt grinned. “You started it.”

“Oh, shut up.”

He opened his mouth again, but you didn’t give him a chance. You climbed onto the couch and over his lap, letting your weight press into his thighs as your arms draped over his shoulders.

And fuck, you forgot how big he was.

His cock throbbed between your bodies, flushed dark and slick, resting heavy against your folds. Your hips twitched, instinctively grinding down just to feel it. The stretch from his girth alone had your mind hazing with anticipation.

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “You gonna be a good boy and let me ride you, Volt? Or are you gonna keep pretending you’re the one in charge?”

He chuckled low, hands sliding up your thighs with a grip just shy of bruising. “You can ride me, sweetheart,” he said, cocky and slow. “But we both know who’ll be begging by the end.”

You smirked: cocky, challenging. “Then shut up and find out.”

Behind you, you felt the couch shift: Eddie moving in, still flushed but focused now, like he’d been given a task. His hands slid over your ass, massaging the soft flesh with reverence before spreading you open slightly.

“I got her,” he murmured. “She’s so sensitive... but she can take it, right?”

Volt’s hands stayed planted on your hips, steadying you as you nodded, already bracing yourself against his chest. Eddie pressed a soft kiss to your lower back, then your ass, then—

Oh.

A finger, slick, cool, and gentle, pushed past your rim, breaching you slowly. You hissed, your body jolting forward just a bit from the sudden intrusion. Even after all that stimulation, the stretch was sharp and immediate.

“That’s it,” Eddie cooed, voice sugar-sweet. “Just one right now.”

You were just starting to adjust, starting to breathe again, when Volt moved.

With zero warning, he lifted your hips and snapped his own upward, burying his thick cock inside you in one heavy thrust.

“Fuck—!”

Your cry echoed off the walls, your body seizing as Volt filled you to the brim. It felt like he was rearranging your guts, his cock stretching you so wide it felt impossible.

Your hands clutched his shoulders like a lifeline, your forehead pressing into the crook of his neck as your walls clamped down instinctively.

He just grinned. “Too much for you already, livewire?”

Eddie groaned behind you, his finger still buried deep in your ass. “Shit, watch her. She’s already clenching so hard…”

“Not my fault she’s so damn tight,” Volt growled, rocking his hips slightly, just to feel how your cunt squeezed around him.

Your voice came out cracked. “I’m fine.“

But your twitching thighs and breathless moans told the truth: you were trembling, stretched to your limit, overwhelmed and still needy for more.

You were already shaking.

Volt filled you completely, cock stretching your inner walls with that deep, impossible length of his. Every breath made you feel him shift inside like he was seated too deep, like he could ruin you just by twitching. But you hadn’t even started moving yet.

And behind you, Eddie was still there. Still prepping. Still so gentle.

You whimpered when his second finger slid in beside the first, pushing past the tight ring of muscle with slow, firm pressure. Your body clenched instinctively, trying to resist, but he just whispered soft praise against your spine.

“Almost ready,” he murmured, voice calm. “You’re doing so good.”

Volt grunted below you, cock twitching inside your soaked cunt. “She’s already squeezing the hell out of me.”

You gasped when Eddie pulled his fingers out, only to hear the wet sound of him slicking himself up.

“Wait—wait,” you breathed, forehead still pressed to Volt’s shoulder. “Eddie—”

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

You felt his thick, hot length press against your other entrance, nudging slowly, so slowly, against your rim. Bigger than Volt’s. Not as long, but wider. Heavier. The pressure alone made your body stiffen, toes curling.

“Shhh,” he breathed. “I’ve got you.”

Volt kissed your shoulder. “Let us in, sweetheart.”

And then you did.

Eddie pushed forward as Volt stayed still beneath you, letting your body take it, inch by inch, stretch by devastating stretch, as Eddie’s fat cock slid inside your ass. You cried out, half moan, half sob, as the burn kicked in, your body desperately trying to accommodate both of them.

Your walls spasmed. Your arms gave out. The sheer fullness of it was too much. Too good. Too far past anything you'd ever taken before.

“Oh my God—“

Eddie was panting now, his breath fanning against your neck. “So fucking tight! You’re squeezing the life outta me—shit—”

Your legs trembled uncontrollably as your body was stretched beyond capacity, stuffed to the brim by both of them. Volt’s cock pressed impossibly deep into your pussy while Eddie’s thick length filled your ass: hot, heavy, throbbing.

There was no teasing left. No commands. No smug control. Only heat. Pressure. Fullness.

You tried to speak, but only a broken moan came out.

Volt leaned up, licking a stripe along your jaw. “Where’d all that confidence go, huh?”

Eddie chuckled darkly behind you, thrusting just the slightest bit forward to make your body jerk. “She was acting all tough earlier... now she’s just a tight little toy, stuffed full and barely holding on.”

You whined pathetically, hips twitching between them, walls fluttering like your body didn’t know who to respond to.

And then they started moving together.

Slow, at first. In sync. One pulled out as the other pushed in, a rhythm that left you trembling and drooling into Volt’s shoulder, brain melting with every drag of thick cock across overstimulated nerves.

“Too—too much—” you whimpered, nails clawing at Volt’s chest.

Volt just grinned. “Nah, baby. You asked for this.”

Volt’s hand came up to cup your jaw, holding you steady so you’d look at him while they moved inside you.

“That’s it, live wire,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing even as his cock split you open again and again. “Breathe with me. Let it in. You can take it.”

Eddie groaned behind you, his thrusts a little sharper now, like he was losing himself despite trying to stay gentle. His fat length dragged slow through your tightest muscles, making you gasp into Volt’s palm.

Volt’s grin turned smug. “She’s already going dumb for us, Ed. Feel how she’s clenching? She’s close.”

Eddie’s only answer was a choked whimper against your neck, his hips stuttering.

Volt’s eyes flicked past you, and you felt his hand slide lower to your throat, just enough pressure to keep you grounded while his voice dropped into something darker.

“Yeah, I know that sound. You’re about to blow, aren’t you, dear Eddie?”

Eddie let out a desperate fuck, his hands gripping your hips so tight you’d bruise.

Volt’s smirk deepened. “Good. We’ll fill her up together, ruin these pretty holes so deep she’ll never think about anyone else.” He thrusted harder, the wet sounds obscene in the close heat between the three of you. “She’s ours. No one else gets to feel her like this.”

Your body jerked at his words, your orgasm building fast under the brutal rhythm.

Volt’s voice was relentless, his words curling around your fraying control. “You feel us, live wire? Both of us inside, stretching you open... stuffing you so full there’s no room for anything else?”

You moaned, and Volt’s eyes softened just a fraction. “That’s it, baby. Come with us.”

Behind you, Eddie was panting, close to breaking. Volt reached up, fisting his hair, pulling him forward until Eddie’s mouth was right there. Volt kissed him hard: messy, hungry, their teeth knocking together as they both kept thrusting into you, neither slowing down.

That kiss was the tipping point.

Eddie whimpered into Volt’s mouth, and you felt his cock twitch deep in your ass as he came hard, filling you with heat. Volt broke the kiss just enough to growl against Eddie’s lips.

“Now, pretty girl, give it to us. Show us how good you take it.”

You cried out, your orgasm crashing into you, your whole body trembling violently between them. Volt groaned when you clenched around him, and with one last, deep thrust, he spilled inside you too, so deep you swore you could feel it in your stomach.

They both stayed pressed in, breathing heavy, keeping you pinned between them.

Volt kissed Eddie again, slower this time, before resting his forehead against his.

“She’s ours,” Volt murmured.

Eddie nodded weakly, still catching his breath. “Yeah… ours.”

You collapsed forward against Volt’s chest, still shaking from the aftershocks. Eddie slumped onto your back, his breath hot and uneven against your shoulder.

For a long moment, the only sound was your combined panting and the faint hum of the old Breaker Box fridge in the background.

Then Volt chuckled low in his chest. “Well… that was productive.”

You laughed, weak and breathless. “Productive? Volt, you nearly broke me in half.”

Eddie made a muffled sound somewhere between agreement and complaint, his voice lazy. “He broke me first. You just got the deluxe package.”

“Deluxe package?” you teased, turning your head to look back at him.

Eddie’s eyes were heavy-lidded but his smirk was all trouble. "Yeah. Comes with rougher sex."

Volt gave Eddie’s ass a light slap before pulling out of you both slowly, earning twin groans. “Keep talking, pretty boy, and I won’t let you have the chocolate milk later.”

That made you giggle and Eddie gasp dramatically. “You wouldn’t.”

Volt grinned. “Try me.”

He gently eased you both onto the couch, arranging you so you were curled in his lap with Eddie tucked under your arm like a sleepy cat. He grabbed the throw blanket from the armrest and tossed it over all three of you, ignoring Eddie’s half-hearted protests about being sticky.

“You’re such a mom sometimes,” you murmured, letting him clean you off with a warm towel he’d fetched without you even noticing.

“Correction,” Volt said, pressing a kiss to your hairline, “I’m a hot mom.”

Eddie snorted. “Hot mom energy. Totally explains the cargo shorts.”

Volt flicked his forehead. “Watch it, Eddison.”

Eddie just grinned, leaning up to press a lazy kiss to Volt’s jaw, soft and lingering in a way that made your chest ache in the best way. Volt’s smirk softened immediately, his hand cupping the back of Eddie’s head to hold him there for a moment before kissing him properly.

You watched them, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

When they finally pulled back, Volt glanced between you both. “Alright. Fluids, snacks, then a shower. And if either of you try to move without me helping, I will throw you back down.”

“Bossy,” you murmured, nuzzling into his chest.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, his voice already drifting toward sleep. “But we love him.”

Volt chuckled, brushing a hand through both your hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. “And I love you idiots.”

The three of you stayed like that for a while: warm, tangled, and sticky, but not caring at all, trading quiet kisses and sleepy laughter until Volt finally wrangled you into the shower, still playing nursemaid to his two thoroughly wrecked partners.

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You are such a fucking CHEATER!”

Normally, Parker's loud voice would be drowned out by a crooning shower or a loud French rapper, but Keyes’ soft piano playing does little to hide his voice.

An accusatory finger lands on Chance's chest as you take in the surrounding tables of the Breaker Box.

Everyone's staring at us.

Your arms are crossed on the table, and you choose to bury your head in them in order to hide your embarrassment.

“We played according to your rules, Parker. You know I didn't cheat.” Chance defends himself, but Parker is having none of it.

“I'm board games, motherfucker, I KNOW when you cheat!”

“But I didn't cheat. …Maybe you're just bad at the game?”

Chance's suggestion does little to quell Parker's fury.

“You think I, the personification of board games, would lose at a card game?” He scoffs at the thought. “Isn't that ridiculous?” 

Parker shakes your shoulder, trying to get an answer out of you, but you won't budge.

“Don't drag them into this-”

“-because they'll back me up?” Parker's grip on you tightens, and you're worried that he might accidentally slam your head into the table if he keeps shaking you.

Hair rises on the back of your neck as you hear footsteps approach your table. You don't need to look up to know who is standing right behind you.

The two men at your table immediately shut up at the presence of someone new, and Parker lets go of your arm.

“Is something the matter?” You can picture the smile that doesn't quite stretch to Volt's lips.

Chance and Parker start talking over one another.

“Sorry, he didn't mean to-”

“-Chance was calling my bluff-”

“-we'll be going now.” Chance cuts Parker offer, and you lift your head just enough so your eyes can see them. 

“What an excellent idea.” Volt agrees before letting his hands rest on your shoulders.

You lock eyes with Chance and offer him a small nod before he grabs Parker's shirt and drags him out of the Breaker Box. Parker protests as he's drug along, but his voice is slowly drowned out by Keyes’ playing.

The soft piano is a welcome respite to your friends’ high energy and quirky mannerisms. Volt’s touch is warm and inviting, and you’re tempted to fall asleep as you nuzzle your head into your own arms.

“I never imagined that I would be getting a noise complaint from your table, live wire,” Volt’s voice drops in volume as he leans in close to you, “especially during working hours.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You lift your head up so Volt can hear you.

“So you’ve decided to come out of hiding, my sweet spark. How adorable,” Volt sweetly coos at you, which causes a hot flash of warmth to spread across your cheeks, “but I think that’s a topic best discussed when we’re alone.”

“Oh!” Your face grows even hotter once you realize he’s talking about the noises you make in bed. “Volt-”

An uncomfortable whine leaves your mouth before you try to hide your warm face in the safety and comfort of your arms. Volt’s hand moves quicker than you do, and he places his hand on your forehead to prevent you from retreating into yourself.

“Do not hide yourself from me,” His voice is stern for a moment before he relaxes, “I want to see the effect I have on you.”

Why would you ever want to see me?

“I’m not something to be admired, you know.” You try to use your hand to hide what you’ve said, but the important parts reach his ears.

Specifically, the part that tells him that you don’t admire your body in the same way that he does.

You swear the lights flicker for a moment as Volt gently grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eyes.

“Live wire, why would you ever say something like that about yourself?” The charismatic host completely fades away as a concerned lover looks at you now. “You are worthy of admiration and worship. Spark, I… do you understand the effect you have on us?”

“No.” Your voice threatens to break as the honest-to-God truth comes out.

Volt looks heartbroken, a complete shell of his usual self, as his hands move back to your shoulders. His hands work magic on your shoulders as you feel the tension slip away.

You feel horrifically bad as you quietly reflect on your conversation with Volt. How could you let your own insecurities affect him, especially after you had hid them for such a long time?

I need to apologize.

A simple “I’m sorry” would suffice, but the self-sabotage just comes too naturally to you. 

“I’m sorry for disappointing you.” 

The words fly out of your mouth - cold, harsh, and unforgiving - before you can stop yourself.

“Enough,” You can practically taste the electricity in the air as Volt talks, “You won’t speak to yourself that way. Not with us here.”

You know you’ve upset him further, which only increases the pool of guilt that settles in your stomach. You can’t decide if you want to throw up, run away, or curl up into his arms until the world melts away.

The air suddenly feels thick as you struggle to swallow your own spit.

Was it always this hot in here?

Despite your own cruelty - a refusal to simply acknowledge yourself as a being worthy of the admiration of your lovers - Volt still treats you kindly. He begins to place small kisses on your scalp, and they gently fall down your shoulders, where his hands work to comfort and love you as best as he can.

“I don’t-”

Deserve you, is what you want to say, but Volt cuts you off.

“Not another word, unless it’s something nice about yourself, little wire.” A lingering kiss is pressed to the shell of your ear, which makes you shudder. “If you won’t see yourself as I do, then I’ll make you see it.”

It’s somewhere between a promise and a threat, and your body appropriately responds by melting into his touch. Volt’s eyes linger on the deck of cards in the middle of the table as a wicked smile spreads across his face.

You have no time to question him as Keyes finishes her performance. The tables around you burst you into applause, and you politely clap along as you try to study your lover’s expression. His eyes meet yours for a second, and a twinkle of mischief and adoration settles in his eyes before he looks back at the stage.

Oh, you were so fucked.

The host persona settles right back on Volt's shoulders, and it's to your surprise when he goes on stage and thanks the crowd for coming before saying his goodbyes.

Wasn't there supposed to be an open mic after Keyes’ set?

Confusion rests on your face, but Volt pays you no mind as he mixes and mingles with the different objects as they leave the Breaker Box. 

You think about getting up and sneaking away, but you get the distinct feeling that you're better off staying put and behaving.

Besides, Volt would tell Eddie what you said, and the two of them would have a whole day to think about how to press you on the issue.

It's better to get it over with now.

So you grab the deck of cards from the middle of the deck, and they feel natural in your hands as you sort through them. You didn't have the most graceful shuffling, but it was serviceable and got the job done.

The bar is eerily quiet by the time the last few guests leave. You normally would expect Eddie or Volt to approach with an invite for drinks or to ask for a bit of help with maintenance. This time, there's nothing but the small undercurrent of electricity that buzzes in your ear.

You glance over to see Eddie and Volt talking at one of the bartending stations. They're deep in discussion, completely oblivious of your scrutinizing gaze.

A different sort of fear strikes your heart as you look away from them - what if they hate you over this?

Volt seemed so upset with what you said, but what if he was mad at you?

Of course he was mad at you. Have you met yourself?

Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling - your mind finds any negative thought and picks, picks, picks until you find an insecurity or create a new one. Every flaw pushed to the front of your mind, completely visible and raw to you and you alone.

Maybe if you're the most ideal version of yourself, you can avoid their wrath. 

You're taking up too much space with your bad posture, so you readjust it. Your stomach sticks out too far for your liking, so you suck it in. Your arms seem so big, and so they fall to your side.

You feel like you're grasping at straws - will any of this make a difference if they've already made up their mind before they walk over? - as your mind tries to cling to a rational thought.

It's fine, you're fine, it'll all be fine. Just let them come over and comfort you.

But what if it's not? - You've gone over the edge again.

The cards feel slippery in your hand, just like the slippery slope in your mind, but you manage to keep a grip on them. It's something to ground you to the world. Not enough to ground your thoughts, but enough to keep you here. 

You're in the Breaker Box, and Eddie and Volt are nearby.

And that has to be enough, for now.

A hand on your shoulder - it's the only thing that causes the runaway train in your mind to come to a screeching halt.

“Live wire?”

Eddie's voice is a bit haggard, but it's lined with that special softness that is only reserved for you and Volt.

“Hey.” 

It's a drier greeting than your usual warm smile or the occasional playful tease before you lean in for a kiss. It wouldn't matter if Volt told on you or not - you pretty much put a giant flashing sign above your head that said HEY THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!!

But Eddie doesn't pry - not in the way that Volt does with words - instead, he sets a drink on the table for you to enjoy. 

It's a whiskey sour, which is your favorite drink to order at the Breaker Box. Not because it's your favorite; rather, it feels like a warm, comforting hug because it reminds you of your lovers.

You tentatively reach out for the drink - a soft comfort that your mind desperately needs - but Eddie pushes the drink right out of your grasp.

“Volt's worried about you.” Is all he says as your eyebrows furrow.

“I know,” You murmur under your breath, “it's my fault. I said something that upset him.”

“What did you say?”

It's a natural question to ask, a good inquiry after your previous statement, but you still didn't want to answer him. 

Is it because the truth is too ugly to bear? You have a gaping, festering wound that's been inside of you for years, and it never seems to heal over because you keep picking at it like it's your favorite bad habit to indulge in.

You're spiraling again.

Those thoughts come racing back to you all at once - a convoluted spiderweb of anxiety that you can't detangle a single coherent message from.

It consumes you again, and the buzz of the bar disappears as you're pulled back into the darkest trenches of your mind.

You don't linger there for long as someone grabs your hand. It's at this moment that you realize that you're still holding the deck of cards, bending and twisting them just as your thoughts bend and twist you.

“Hey.” Eddie sounds a bit more assertive than usual, but you're too mentally removed to jump or react.

His grip on your hand loosens as his fingers dare to dance over your wrist. The deck of cards easily slips into his hands as you just let go.

Discomfort rests on your face as you slowly tilt your chin upwards to look at Eddie. You expect pity, fear, or even anger on his face, but none of those emotions are there.

Worry rests on his features, just as you assumed, but there's something soft and tender in his gaze as he studies you. It translates into his touch as his fingers gently interlock with yours. Every touch is cautious and slow, as if you'll break at the slightest miscalculation or misplaced bit of affection.

The cards lay on the table, completely forgotten, as Eddie lets his free hand rest on the polished wood.

No pushing. No pulling. There's just space for you to think and to eventually talk, when you feel ready.

The words don't come easy, and they even threaten to not come at all. You manage to say something, even after your eyes look downwards to break the intense eye contact.

“I just…” You pause, trying to collect your thoughts.

How could you possibly begin to describe the mess that floats around in your head? The endless chatter that always ends up souring your opinion of yourself?

“I don't like myself very much,” You wince as the harsh, unfamiliar words fall from your lips, “Not that I think I'm a bad person or anything! I just don't like my body… or the way that I look.”

You can't bear to look at Eddie, but you can feel his eyes judging your every move.

If it was possible, you'd snap your fingers so the ground would swallow you whole. Your legs feel glued to the seat beneath you, so running away feels like a far gone option. There's only you, Eddie, and the uncomfortable weight of the things you've just said.

I just don't like my body… or the way that I look.

You almost feel a burden lift off of your shoulders as you turn the words over in your mind. It felt good to name and shame the thing you've been dealing with for so long. 

“Don't like yourself?” Eddie softly repeats your words back to you, “How could you possibly not like-”

He cuts himself, and you're sure that there's a bright red flush on his face.

“I've been asking myself the same question, Eddie.” 

Volt makes his presence known by a warm kiss to your cheek. His fingers dance over some exposed skin on your neck, but he doesn't quite touch you yet.

“Is that what you were worried about?” Eddie asks.

“And you aren't worried?”

“For fuck's sake, Volt, of course I'm worried.” The stress is evident in Eddie's voice. “Why couldn't you just tell me?”

They were definitely mad at you.

You feel a bit of bile rise in your throat, but you manage to force it back down with tears in your eyes. They've both seen you cry before, after a long day of fixing other objects’ problems, but the stormy weather that's threatening to break through will be more than a few tears.

Wouldn't it be nice to just let go, to be safe around someone else instead of crying into your pillow whenever you feel bad about yourself? 

The rational part of your brain tries to bring you comfort, but every other part of your brain screams at you for such a ludicrous idea. 

Let go? You can't possibly let go. You've never let go, even in your most intimate moments. You turn the lights off during sex, shield your body from them as much as you can, beg them to let you clean yourself up, and then hide every bit of skin that makes you want to vomit.

You're disgusting. Who would ever want you?

Volt breaks through the bubble of self-hatred that you've wrapped yourself in.

“Because you needed to hear it directly from our live wire, and they needed to say it.” 

The salty taste of a tear brings you fully into the moment - you're crying, and they're going to figure out that you're crying and then they're going to judge you for it.

Your free hand, as subtly as possible, slides over your mouth as you try to hide the sniffles and cries that come from your mouth. Your gaze stays fixed on the floor, unwilling to acknowledge what's happening around you.

It doesn't work - it never does, you should know this by now. 

One of Volt's fingers comes to rest right under your chin, and you're sure he can hear your heartbeat as he gently guides your head upwards.

You don't fight him. You're tired of fighting this mess of thoughts in your head. So you let your hand fall to your side, allowing a small sniffle to break through the silence.

“Oh, spark.” Volt's voice nearly breaks as your eyes finally meet his.

You're forced onto your feet within seconds, and Eddie's hand leaves yours. His arms wrap around you, and you're pulled into a warm back hug that makes you instantly melt.

You try to pull back the tears, but they keep coming. The most you can do is bite your tongue to prevent the sobs from escaping you.

“I'm sorry.” Is all you can choke out before the despair and agony inside of you bubbles to the surface.

“Don't apologize.” The stubble on Eddie's face tickles your neck as he buried his head in the crook of your shoulder.

One of your arms comes to rest over his as the other is gently held by Volt.

“You're safe, darling. We're here for you.” Volt reassures you just as the first sob escapes from your lips.

Neither Volt nor Eddie move to shush you; rather, Volt closes in on you so you can rest your head on his chest. One of his hands plays with your hair as the other runs up and down your arm in a circular motion.

Years upon years upon years of pent-up emotions flow through you. The small comments that you internalized as a child: “You look terrible when your hair is like that.” “You're not-so-bad-looking when you actually put in effort.” “You're getting a bit pudgy, aren't you?” 

They turned into the 24/7 live broadcast of self-hatred and disappointment that feeds into your brain. You can barely remember a time when you actually had a positive opinion about yourself. Was there even a point in time when you looked in the mirror and you liked what you saw, or was any hope of feeling okay with yourself completely snatched from you before you had a chance to claim it for yourself?

Everyone just brushed aside your self-loathing as teenage insecurity. That's how teens felt, with acne-covered skin and awkwardly-shaped bodies. But that wasn't your case. Your friends could look at their reflection and fix what they didn't like. You couldn't even bear to look at the rear view mirror in the car you were learning how to drive because it made you self-conscious. That, or you'd spend hours squeezing the skin of your stomach, hoping you could slice some parts off with scissors.

But that was just the teenage years. You'd grow out of it once you became a full-fledged adult, right?

You didn't. You knew you wouldn't, despite what others said. Every stare from a stranger felt like negative commentary on your body. So you stopped going out and meeting people. You had your few close friends, and that was enough for you.

Then you got the dateviators, which completely turned your life upside down. The idea that your house was a judgment-free zone when completely out of the question. Every little thing that you had come to enjoy was now perceiving and judging your every move. Well, they always had been, but you had been blissfully unaware of it.

Would the objects harshly judge you on your looks, just as you judged yourself? Would someone finally be meaner to you than you were to yourself?

To your absolute surprise, the eccentric group of objects in your house were much nicer than you expected. Very few of them made comments about your body, and even the ones that slipped through were filled with praise. You wondered if some of them knew - after all, you did tend to mutter some of your negative thoughts aloud from time to time. If they did know, then they did a very good job at hiding it.

You couldn't hide your thoughts from them forever, as the occasional bad day made you want to curl up in bed and never be seen by anyone ever again. The self-loathing would crash over you in endless waves, and it felt like you were doomed to be stuck in bed until the end of time.

You weakly reached out for the dateviators, and once they were on your face, Betty would pull you into her arms.

“It's alright, lover,” She cooed at you as you buried your head into her warm chest, “I'm here. Let it all out.”

After your tears had all dried up, she sat you up and directed your gaze at your bedroom mirror. Amir would appear in front of you, a small scowl on his face.

“Azizam, don't tell me that you're thinking those horrible things about yourself again.” He sighed as you weakly nodded, “Come here so I can fully appreciate your beauty.”

So you'd sit in front of him for hours as he, in vivid detail, recalled every bit of you that he cherished and adored. Once he was thoroughly convinced that you were feeling better, Amir led you into the bathroom to see Barry, who would eagerly sit you down and begin to work on you.

His nonstop talking was the only thing that could silence your racing mind as he made small adjustments to your appearance. It wasn't anything dramatic - he'd help you brush your teeth, apply a bit of skincare, and then add just a touch of make-up to your face.

“Not that you need it, darling,” Barry said, “you are absolutely radiant.”

You then headed back to the bedroom, where Betty and Amir would shower you in praise until it was nighttime. The two would share a knowing smile before Betty looked at the bedroom door.

“I think you could use a drink or two, hmm?” Betty bit her lip before she continued on, “Perhaps one that's dark, moody, and handsome while the other is tall, charming, and absolutely electrifying?”

Warmth rushed to your face as you realize that she is, indeed, not referring to cocktails.

“Okay, okay, I got it.” You quickly waved her and Amir off before you approached the electrical closet. 

“Sure you're feelin’ up for this?” Dorian appeared before you grabbed the door handle. “I'm not sure that those two are the sort that you want to see after…. a day like today.”

“I'm feeling better, I promise.” You waved off his concern with a genuine smile. “I just want to see Eddie and Volt.”

“If you insist…” He trailed off before stepping aside, “but if those two ever do anything to you-”

“-I'll let you know.” You finished his statement before heading inside of the Breaker Box.

Every worry about your body is immediately forgotten as Volt welcomes you into the club with warm arms and a few quick kisses. A glance at the bar provided you with a look at Eddie, who regarded you with a small smile and a quick nod before continuing on with his work. How could you possibly think badly about yourself when you had those two around to distract you?

After a night of too much dancing, laughing, and drinking, you had made your way back to your bed, where Betty welcomed you with open arms.

“Good night?” She asked, but she already knew your answer from the starstruck look on your face.

“Oh yeah.” 

You noticed that her gaze had turned stern after you had finished changing and taking off your make-up.

“What's wrong?” You asked.

“Have you talked to them yet?”

“About what?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“About this.” She gestured to a pillow that still had a few tear-stains on it.

You looked away in shame.

“No.”

“Lover,” Her tone was stern yet full of love, “they adore you. If you don't tell them, they'll figure it out on their own.”

Betty was right, like always. But you didn't feel like now was the time to reflect on that.

Eventually, the sobs that come from you turn into sniffles, and those sniffles eventually turn into nothing but the occasional hiccup as the torrent of tears finally begins to slow down.

For once, your mind and body feel like they're in the same place. You can actually feel present in the presence of your lovers.

You're used to wandering hands and playful touches with them, so it's shocking how rigid and intense their affection is. Neither of them have moved - perhaps they're terrified that if they move, then you'll break even further?

But there's nothing left to break, not when you've sliced yourself down to the atomic level. This is you, raw and messy and unfiltered. The worst part of yourself, freely on display to be ridiculed and mocked.

There's no mockery to be found here, nor ridicule. Just concern for you.

Your tongue feels heavy as short gasps of air enter your lungs. Have you forgotten to breathe? How long has it been since you broke down? Time feels weird and foreign at this moment, so you push that thought aside.

They stayed.

It's the only thought that comes to the front of your mind, and it's a welcome reprieve from the usual confidence assassination that you receive.

My hair is a mess, my face is puffy from crying, and I look like an absolute wreck, but they stayed.

You cling to that thought for dear life as you allow Eddie and Volt's touches to softly ground you.

When your breathing slows, and only a few tears dot your face, you peel your face away from Volt's chest so you can look him in the eyes.

“Volt.” 

You say his name like a reverent prayer, a plea to just be here with you.

He says nothing, but his hands gently cup your face as he wipes away the last of your tears with the pad of his thumb.

You can't stand the way Volt looks at you with so much love and tenderness and devotion. It makes your heart ache, so much so that you lean in to kiss him. 

Your breath touches his lips, a gentle breeze amidst the stormy weather, but you hesitate before you kiss him.

The last time a lover had comforted you, you had reached out to kiss them as a way to show your love and thankfulness.

Instead, they pushed you away.

“Clean yourself up first, then we'll talk.”

You kiss Volt anyway, expecting a similar reaction. To be pushed to the side and disregarded. But that rejection never comes.

The kiss you share with him isn't as intense or thrilling. He's not pulling you towards him after a long night of dancing or trying to catch you off-guard while you're helping Eddie with repairs.

It's a deeper mix of emotions that you can't quite place your finger on. A kiss that feels more like a comforting hug during a thunderstorm, or a gentle hand on your lower back to help guide you through a crowd.

However, just like every other time Volt kisses you, your breath is caught in your throat once you break away from him.

You're able to grab a single gasp of air before Volt's lips meet yours again. His kisses grow more and more passionate as your mouth meets his again and again and again.

Meanwhile, Eddie's hands gently wander your body, choosing to gently squeeze and poke at all of the right places. 

These two…

You're left a panting mess by the time Volt is through with you.

“Live wire, you're…” He pauses before a dastardly grin appears on his face, “Shockingly addictive.”

Eddie grunts into your shoulder before raising his head to whisper in your ear.

“I'll kick him out if he keeps saying shit like that.”

Volt gasps in surprise and horror.

“You wouldn't dare-”

“-oh yes I would-”

Their argument is cut short by your laughter, which rings out across the empty bar.

Volt flashes you a handsome smile while Eddie presses a small kiss to the back of your neck. You can feel the smallest smile on his lips as he pulls away from your skin.

“Your laughter never fails to brighten up a room, spark.” Volt lays the praise on thick, but you certainly don't mind it.

You thank him with a sweet kiss on the lips before turning your body and attention towards Eddie.

You want to kiss him, and you come incredibly close to doing so, but his hand stops your lips from meeting.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks.

Okay doesn't feel like the best word - you haven't really felt okay for a long time.

“Better,” is the word you choose to answer him with, “Better than I was.”

“Good.” 

Satisfied with your answer, Eddie kisses you once before pulling back again.

A small whine escapes you, and he softly laughs before his expression turns serious again.

“What can we do to help?”

Your heart warms at the gesture - they really do love you, don't they? - but you're not quite sure how to answer that. Body dysmorphia doesn't have the same fixes as a burnt bulb or a faulty wire. To be honest, it isn't really something you can fix. You'll probably have to deal with these negative thoughts for the rest of your life, but you don't have to be alone while they terrorize you.

“It's enough for you two to be here, with me.” You sigh before explaining, “I have good days and bad days when it comes to my thoughts. Some days I don't think about my body at all, and other days I can barely pull myself out of bed because it's all I think about. …Or I'll have a good day, but then I'll say something and start overthinking everything.”

Like today, you think to yourself before continuing.

“I don't know if there's an exact thing you can do to help - I barely know how to help myself when I get worked up. It's nice to just have some place to relax and unwind that isn't my bed. Plus, I get to see the two of you!”

Volt chuckles before grabbing your hand, “You will always have a table here, with us, live wire.”

He gently kisses the palm of your hand as Eddie speaks.

“You can always come in before we open,” His head turns away from you as a prominent blush rests on his cheeks, “to help with inventory, or whatever.”

You comfort him with a smile.

“I'd like that.”

“Really?” Eddie's in disbelief for a moment. “Uh… only if you want to.”

Eddie looks over to Volt, who offers him a sympathetic nod.

“We would be thrilled to have you accompany us.”

Your smile only grows wider before you give each of your lovers a heartfelt smooch.

It might not have been the ending I expected for the night, but it was a better night than I thought it would be a while ago.

Their hands finally untangle from your body, and you think that you can make your escape for the night.

Betty would be proud of you for finally saying something.

You barely take a step forward before you're pinned to the table behind you. You yelp as both of your wrists are held down, one by each of your lovers.

“Where do you think you're going?”

Alarm bells ring in your head as you look over at Eddie.

“Huh?”

Volt gently plays with a strand of your hair as his eyes scan your face.

“My sweet spark, don't you remember what I promised you?”

Promised me?

You're very confused as you look from Volt, to Eddie, and then back to Volt. They're obviously not going to tell you, so you have to push through the fog in your mind and remember.

There was the card game I was playing with Chance and Parker before Volt came over. Those two left, and then Volt and I started talking. I said something to him that he didn't appreciate, and he started going back and forth until-

“If you won’t see yourself as I do, then I’ll make you see it.”

Oh.

Oh!

Your cheeks burn as you vividly remember how he eyed you and the deck of cards on the table.

“Now?” You whisper.

“Yes, now,” Eddie clarifies, “unless you're not feeling up to it.”

“I-” You pause before giving your answer.

You could just go back to your bed, but you were really, really curious about what those two had planned for you. 

Especially if that plan was authored by Volt.

“Yeah.” It's barely audible, so Volt leans in closer to you.

“Was that a yes, spark?”

“Yes.” You turn your head so your lips can briefly connect with his.

“Good.” He hums before pressing another kiss to your cheek. 

“What… did you exactly have planned?”

“Don't you worry your pretty little head, live wire. We'll make you feel good.” Volt chuckles as your jaw drops. “How about a round of drinks first?”

Volt saunters off in the direction of the bartending area, leaving you without a chance to question him.

What are they going to do to me?

Your thighs squeeze together in an effort to relieve the sudden pressure and heat between your legs. Your imagination runs wild as you let yourself indulge in your fantasies.

Your favorite one, the one that gets you off the most, is Eddie viciously eating you out while Volt holds you to the bed. You're a panting, moaning mess - your ability to articulate words had left you three orgasms ago.

Volt is sweetly singing praises into your ears - “you taste so sweet, live wire”, “look at how much of a mess our Eddie is for you”, “you can give us just one more, right?” - but it all sounds distant in your ears as you focus in on Eddie.

You live for the occasional grunt or curse that falls from his lips as he devours you, his tongue hitting every place that makes you moan their names. His death grip on your thighs is the only thing keeping you from rolling your hips into his mouth.

Eddie doesn't talk much when you're positioned like this, but when he does, you have to hold on to Volt for dear life in order to keep yourself from cumming instantly.

“I'm almost done, live wire, just keep your legs open for a little longer. You can do this for us.”

A strangled cry falls from your lips as your juices freely flow into his mouth. Eddie happily laps up every bit of you that he can get. Tears flow from your cheeks - you don't know how else to express your pleasure at this point.

Volt is saying something to you, but it all sounds like static as you lock eyes with Eddie. He gives your sensitive sex a small lick, which causes you to whimper.

“One more, spark, that's all I want.” He quietly murmurs before feasting on you again.

You're almost tempted to believe him, as if he didn't say that after every single orgasm that you've had tonight.

Your eyes stay focused on him, and the world around you melts into a blob of nothingness as you reach your climax again and again and again-

“Spark?”

Eddie's voice pulls you out of your daydream, and your head snaps to look at him.

He's no longer pinning your wrist to the table; rather, his hand is securely slotted in yours. 

It's hard to focus on Eddie when you're still thinking about his tongue exploring inside of you, savoring the flavors that make you so irresistible to him.

“What are you thinking about?” 

A small smirk rests on his face as a knowing glint enters his eyes.

Oh God, he knew what you were thinking about.

It didn't help that your free hand was resting just above the waistband of your pants, or that you were biting your lip hard to keep any sounds from escaping you.

It'd be easy to deny, deflect, disengage - but you've never told him or Volt about your fantasies. You didn't feel confident in your body or yourself - who would want to spend hours between your flabby thighs, looking up at your pudgy stomach to see you?

But you felt safe and secure tonight - safer than you have in a long time, and secure enough to finally say what your mind has been thinking.

“You,” Is the answer you give Eddie, a teasing invitation for him to ask for more.

“Me?” His voice is breathy, and the blush on his face tells you that he's starting to fantasize about you too.

Eddie leans in a bit, giving you the space to either lean in to meet him or back away. A gentle squeeze of your hand reminds you to act, so you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“I was thinking about you eating me out,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it grows even quieter when you next speak, “multiple times.”

The pounding in your chest is a mix of arousal and concern - what if he didn't like what you said? Sure, he had given you oral once or twice before, but you made sure that it went as quick as possible so Eddie didn't notice the stretch marks and other imperfections on your skin. Never more than once in one session - you always directed his attention elsewhere after you orgasmed.

Something sparks behind Eddie's eyes, a warmth and fire that you've never seen before. 

“Is that what you want me to do?” His voice is low yet inviting as one of his hands comes to rest right above your hip.

“Yes, yes, please, Eddie-”

You're hoisted on top of the table before you can finish begging for him. Your hands desperately latch on to his shirt before you tug on it, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

His hands wander down to your legs, and his fingers bury into the fabric of your pants.

“You're wearing too much clothing.” Eddie says after breaking away from you, and you whine in agreement.

You kiss him again before grabbing his hands and placing them under your shirt. He needs no further direction as his hands move to remove the jacket from your shoulders first before returning to your shirt.

“You two cannot help yourselves, can you?” Volt interrupts the two of you with a cheshire-cat grin on his face.

“I-” Warmth floods to your cheeks and your sex - getting caught turns you on. “Eddie?”

Eddie doesn't speak. He only turns his head to look at Volt, and the two silently communicate for a while before Volt's grin grows even bigger.

“You've been holding out on us, haven't you?” Volt purrs as he sets two whiskey sours and a glass of water next to you. “My sweet spark, we fantasize about you too.”

We?

Oh yeah, the whole ‘not one object but also not two completely separate objects’ thing that they explained.

…Does that mean that they know what the other fantasizes about?

Your eyes widen at the thought.

Fuck, that's hot.

Volt chuckles, seemingly able to read your thoughts, before pressing a teasing kiss to your cheek.

“Since you told Eddie, it's only fair that you tell me what you were thinking about,” Volt closes in on you to whisper in your ear, “in exchange for one of our fantasies about you.”

You shudder at the thought - how could they possibly think about tearing you apart? - before you softly whimper.

“Our poor little spark can hardly speak,” Volt continues his ruthless teasing, “and we've barely even touched them.”

It's always been a push-and-pull dynamic with them. When one closes in, the other opens up. When Volt teases you like this, you bury your head into Eddie's chest so he can comfort you.

His hands come up to rest on your head - one gently tugs at the strands of your hair while the other keeps your head close to him.

“Volt, be nice.” 

“I am being nice-” Volt defends himself.

“-you're being cruel-”

“-I thought you liked it when I was cruel?” Volt retorts.

“...Whatever.” Eddie brushes Volt aside before they share a warm kiss. 

You're still embarrassed from how easily you were aroused, so you nuzzle your head into Eddie's chest until one of them addresses you.

“You are just too easy to please, live wire,” Volt says as you pull away from Eddie to look directly at him, “and we adore that about you.”

“Thank you.” You murmur before bashfully looking away.

“Cute,” Eddie remarks before kissing your cheek, “but I think Volt should be the one to share first.”

“Ah, what an excellent idea, my dear.” Volt grabs the long-forgotten deck of cards on the table. “Recognize these?”

You cautiously nod as you eye the cards.

“I was thinking that the three of us could play strip poker.”

I beg your pardon?

No words come out of your mouth as you figuratively pick your jaw up off of the floor.

“I- uh, I'm not very good at poker.” You manage to say after a moment of heated silence.

“I know, spark, you are far too easy to read.” Volt can't help but relish in your surprise and excitement. “The same rules could be applied to any card game, really. Your choice, of course.”

The ball’s in your court now - you have your choice of card games, and you can pick one that you could easily win.

“But?” You tilt your head, knowing there's a catch coming.

“The winner picks the item of clothing, and second-place has to take it off of last-place,” Volt's voice drops into a dangerous, seductive range before he adds, “and maybe the last-place person indulges the other two in a fantasy or two of theirs.”

…Holy shit.

If you weren't hot and bothered before, you certainly were now. You could practically feel their hands tearing off your clothes, their mouths touching all of the places you'd dreamed that they'd explore-

Wait.

Did they think that you were going to lose? Was the plan to get you all worked up so they'd have the pleasure of stripping the clothes from your body article-by-article?

Fucking cheaters.

Not to mention the whole sharing thoughts thing - this was a game that was practically rigged against you. Of course, it was all under the disguise of fair play. You picked the card game, after all.

You could call them out on their bullshit, but you're still dying to know what the plan is after they've stripped you of your clothing. Would they pounce on you, or wait for you to make the first move?

…And you could use a bit of pampering after the day you've had. It's a win-win scenario, really.

Eddie and Volt share an expectant look as you pretend to mull over their offer.

It was always going to be a yes.

“Okay,” You tentatively agree before a wicked smile appears on your face, “but I have one more suggestion.”

“Which is?” Volt asks.

“The winner can't touch the loser, at all. If they do, the game ends.”

Your suggestion has thrown them both for a loop, which is exactly what you were hoping for. You knew that they both would try to turn you into putty with soft touches and caresses in-between rounds. It would be a waiting game until you snapped.

This new rule, however, would test to see if you'd snap first, or if Eddie or Volt couldn't handle watching the other have you all to themselves.

A fierce blush appears on Eddie's face as Volt looks at you with unbridled enthusiasm.

“I like the way you think, live wire,” Volt winks at you before offering you his hand, “what game are we playing?”

You take his hand, and both him and Eddie help you off of the table and back into your seat. You think over your options - poker was out, obviously.

Your extended family had played many card games when you traveled around to their houses for the various holidays. You had your pick, yet there was one that was always your favorite.

Probably because you had fun fucking over your relatives by holding cards.

“Seven-Up.” You answer as Eddie looks at you in surprise.

“Really?”

You know damn well why he's asking you that. The whole deck would be passed out between the three of you, and if the two of them worked together, they could figure out your hand and then fuck you over.

That, again, would be dependent on their ability to trust and cooperate with one another. Which you hoped you would break with your little no-touching-the-loser rules.

It was a long shot, but it could work.

Key word: could.

“Really.” A saccharine smile appears on your face. “I used to play it all of the time with my family. It's one of the few card games I'm any good at.”

“I look forward to seeing how you perform.” Volt says in a teasing tone, and you almost wonder if you're caught.

Yet again, that would force both of them to admit that they were cheating, which you were sure that they would deny.

“You sure you're up for this?” Eddie offers you one last out, but you turn him down.

“I'm okay, I promise,” You say before muttering up the most innocent look you can imagine, “there's no way to guarantee that I'm the one who takes something off first, right?”

It takes every bit of willpower inside of you to keep yourself from cackling as Eddie looks away from you, trying to hide the guilty look on his face.

I knew it!

…Is this how Parker feels all of the time?

You set that thought aside to focus on the upcoming game. Volt sits to your left as Eddie sits to your right. Volt begins to shuffle the deck, but you find yourself distracted by the movement of his hands.

His fingers weren't calloused and rough, like Eddie's, but fuck did they feel good inside of you.

Volt didn't set a steady pace - he would start slow, then quickly speed up as you clenched around him. Adding and removing fingers as he pleased while reveling in the pretty sounds that you made for him.

You'd be begging, screaming, pleading with him to let you orgasm as you approached your climax.

“Only because you asked so nicely, spark.” He'd tease before finally setting a pace that's allowed you to finish.

You come back to reality when all of the cards are dealt, and luckily for you, neither of them seem to be paying attention to you; otherwise, they'd notice how your thighs were glued together and the small bits of sweat that had accumulated on your face.

I need to take more cold showers.

You quickly wipe the sweat away from your brow before placing the seven of hearts down - the agreed-upon leading suit.

The tension is thick in the air. No one speaks as the cards fall from everyone's hands. No one is too aggressive nor too passive. You find yourself playing along with their rhythm while trying to study their expressions.

Volt and Eddie appear to be more focused on their individual hands, but they share the occasional glance that tells you that your suspicions are probably correct.

Plus, it's sweet how neither of them can look you in the eye.

Volt is the first one to empty his hand, and - surprise, surprise - you lost.

“I thought you said that you were good at this?” Eddie smirks as he finally locks eyes with you.

I am, but you two are scheming!

“I said I was good, not the best.” You clarify before pressing him, “When did you get so good at this?”

Eddie doesn't even get a chance to answer - Volt jumps in to save face.

“We have many talents for you to discover, live wire,” Volt takes a sip of his drink before leaning back in his chair, “now let me have a look at you.”

Reluctantly, you turn and stand in front of Volt. His eyes hungrily scan your body as he tries to determine what he wants to take off of you.

He could ask Eddie to take off your underwear, and then sit back and watch as Eddie's face invents a new shade of crimson. 

But Volt's not that mean - not yet, at least - as he licks his lips before answering.

“Jacket.” 

You spin to face Eddie, who rises to meet your eyes. His hands hover over your shoulders, awaiting the okay from you.

You nod before he slides the jacket off of your shoulders. Goosebumps immediately appear on your skin - the bar always ran cold when it was just the three of you. Eddie's touch is featherlight as he runs his hands up and down your arms in an effort to warm you up.

You'd normally be flustered by such an action, but you're too horny to think of anything except him taking you on the table.

Maybe if you asked really, really nicely he'd do it?

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth.

Maybe not. 

Eddie's eyes linger on you for just a moment longer before you both sit down. 

“Don't you have something to share with us?” Volt collects the cards on the table before passing them to Eddie.

Ah, yes. That.

You know Volt's intrigued by what you told Eddie earlier, but you won't let him have that one. Not yet, at least.

Instead, you decide to tell him about the little daydream you just had, in an effort to gain the upper hand over Volt. With the way they were both acting, and how worked up you were, there were plenty more salacious thoughts to be had.

“While you were shuffling those cards, I was thinking about how your fingers felt inside of me.” You look Volt dead in the eye as you allow every syllable to fall from your lips.

You're not surprised by the sound of cards hitting the floor - you're more surprised that the entire deck doesn't hit the floor. You aren't even looking at Eddie, but you can imagine the tight-lipped, grin-and-bear-through-it expression that he's sporting.

Right now, you're shocked at the faint blush that appears on Volt's face. You're unsure if he's actually blushing, or if he's just taken aback by your brutal honesty.

It doesn't really matter, as his practiced tongue recovers before the rest of him does.

“Tell me, what do my fingers feel like inside of you?”

And now you're the one who's hot in the face. Your poor underwear must be soaked by now.

You stumble over your words for a few moments, trying to find something other than good and please fuck me now to say.

“Relief. God, it just felt like sweet relief-”

“Knock it off,” Eddie growls from the other side of the table, “Both of you.”

His voice has that low timbre that you love, and you barely suppress a moan as jolt of pleasure runs to your core.

God, I don't think I can take this much longer.

You're surprised by your ability to still form rational thoughts with how needy and desperate you feel at the moment.

I should’ve just told them to rip the clothes from my body.

You could, and you’re sure that they would, but that biting competitive spirit deep inside of you will not relent. 

Especially since Eddie and Volt haven’t admitted that they're conspiring with one another.

So, with a head held high and your thighs as squished together as they could be, you carefully watch as Eddie finishes shuffling the cards and begins to deal the next round. His fingers flex in just the right way - stop it stop it you NEED to stop - as the cards slide over to you and Volt.

Your breathing finally evens out as the last card is dealt, and you finally feel like some of your desire is under control. You’re still uncomfortable, to say the least, but you can manage.

Eddie tosses out the seven of hearts, and you quickly set the eight of hearts out. Volt hesitates for a moment before setting out the six of hearts.

If the tension was thick before, then it's absolutely suffocating now. Eddie and Volt don't even look at each other now - an occasional glance your way is the closest their eyes come to meeting.

No one dares to speak, to break what's hot and heavy and hanging in the air, until a few turns later.

The game is all locked up, at least for you. You don't have anything of the leading suit, and all of your other cards are too high or too low to be played. With an eye roll, you pass your turn to Volt, who also passes.

You expect Eddie to play the last available card on the table, which would make you pass again and basically secure a victory for him; instead, he plays a lower card from the leading suit, which gives you an opportunity to play.

Finally!

“Why would you-” Volt pauses to look at Eddie before he realizes his mistake. 

An easy slip of the tongue after a well-orchestrated performance. Volt gracefully smiles like he knows he's been caught, while Eddie sighs and shakes his head.

“I fucking knew it.” You mutter between gritted teeth.

You, maybe a bit too excitedly, set your hand down and take a small sip of your whiskey sour in victory.

“How long-”

“-the whole time.” You jump in before Volt can finish. “I'm not an idiot.”

“I told you this was a bad idea-” Eddie starts, but Volt interrupts him.

“-was it, though?” Volt tilts his head back before looking at you. “Our live wire seemed to enjoy themselves.”

You take another sip of your drink to avoid answering Volt's teasing.

“What exactly was the plan?” You ask after a brief period of silence.

“Eddie and I noticed that you don't let us take your clothes off of you before we…” Volt's cheeks have a dusting of pink on them before he continues on, “so we thought that this would help you feel more comfortable with us.”

That's so sweet!

As always, they had noticed your behavior in bed, how you'd shy away from too much intimacy with either of them in fear of rejection and humiliation due to your body dysmorphia.

You realize that it was a part of you that they were willing to accept and work through, rather than turn away. This ugly part of you that you denied was something that they'd help you face, directly or indirectly.

It shouldn't surprise you as much as it does - you saw them at their lowest, with faulty wires and power outages abound, and you chose to walk through it with them so Eddie and Volt knew that they had someone they could rely on, in whatever way that they needed.

So why wouldn't they do the same for you?

“Volt,” You set your drink aside and climb out of your seat and into his lap, “you know you could've just asked, right?”

“If we did, would you say yes?” 

There's no teasing or bite behind Volt's words. He's genuinely asking you if you would've felt comfortable with that.

“I mean, it depends on the day,” You give him an answer that feels true to how you normally feel, “but right now?”

You pause for dramatic effect.

“Yes, you two can rip the clothes off of my body and do whatever you were planning on doing.”

Volt gives you a wicked grin before pulling you in for a heated kiss.

“You never fail to surprise or delight me, live wire.” His words make you shudder. “Shall I return the favor?”

Fuck yes!

You answer him with another kiss that Volt happily accepts. He deepens the kiss before his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips.

Your arousal returns to you with a fiery passion as he lifts you up and sets you on the table. Volt deepens the kiss, and you allow his tongue to explore your mouth for a bit before you pull away from him, panting and moaning his name.

“My needy little spark,” Volt sweetly teases you before playing with the hem of your shirt, “I'm not going anywhere.”

The fabric easily slides off of your body, along with any other undergarments on your torso. The cold air in the bar nips at your skin, but that isn’t the reason that your arms wrap around your waist.

This is the first time that Volt or Eddie will really, truly see you naked. They had seen you naked before, but only the small glimpses that you would allow between moments of pleasure. No lingering looks at your body or time to find your every fault - just how you thought you liked it. 

So you're a little nervous about this. You're not exactly retreating back into your negative thoughts, not yet, but the self-consciousness is still there, even when you're worked up.

“Let me see you, live wire,” Volt softly asks as his hands run up and down your arms, “please. Let us worship and admire you in every way that you deserve.”

You whimper at him before pulling your arms away from yourself. Your hands nervously rest on the table as Volt fully takes you in.

He looks at you with such reverence, as if you were the finest art piece he had ever seen. As if you were the brightest star in the sky, the only one that would illuminate his path forward.

You want to crumble, to tell him to stop, but you know that's not right. You are a human that deserves to feel loved and cherished, even if it's just for one night.

You're not given a chance to hide yourself again as Eddie pins your arms to your back. He doesn't even have to verbally tell you off - a warning look from him is enough to tell you that he knew what you were thinking about.

“Amps sake, spark, you're…” Volt trails off for a moment, “stunning.”

Volt's hand gently lays on your stomach, and you immediately suck it in - a bad habit that you've carried since you were young.

“Live wire.” Eddie lightly scolds you as his hands keep yours behind your back.

“But Eddie-”

“He won't move until you relax.” He cuts you off, not entertaining anything else that you could say.

You go quiet for a moment, just so you can take a few breaths, before your stomach relaxes to its natural position.

This is it, I guess.

You brave yourself for a negative reaction that never comes; instead, Volt's hand moves from your stomach so he can press his lips to your skin.

“You're gorgeous.” He murmurs into your stomach, which causes a flash of pleasure to strike your core.

Volt lightly bites on the skin before sucking, creating a dark mark in the middle of your stomach. You whine at the feeling of his lips and tongue touching a sensitive part of you.

You don't have time to adjust as a trail of kisses is led from your stomach to the middle of your chest.

“And bewitching.” He adds on to his earlier statement before repeating his earlier actions - a warm kiss to the spot before marking you there. 

Endless praises fall from Volt as his lips and tongue slowly explore every part of upper body.

Entrancing. Beautiful. Handsome. Alluring. Ravishing. Dazzling. Irresistible. Magnetic. Enchanting.

Each one comes with a kiss and a hickey, which makes you a writhing mess by the time he places a few wet kisses along your face and neck.

“Your face is just as striking as the day I met you.” He finishes before creating a hickey on the most sensitive part of your neck. “I cannot wait to ravish you.”

You don't suppress the loud moan that comes from you - you're far beyond caring about what they or anyone else think. You wriggle out of Eddie's grasps so your fingernails can bury themselves into Volt's back. With how hard you're holding onto him, you may manage to mark him up through his shirt and jacket. 

“Volt!” 

You cry out his name, and you're rewarded with a passionate kiss to your lips.

“Yes, spark?” His fingers find the bottom of your chin, and he carefully forces it upwards so you're looking at him. “What would you like me to do to you?”

An open-ended question on an open-note test. You're tempted to answer anything and everything, but you know that he'll want specific instructions.

Your mind wanders back to your earlier daydream, the one about his fingers curling up inside of you, and your thighs clench at the thought.

“What is it, my light? What has captured your attention?” Volt has a devilish grin on his face, but his eyes are soft and warm.

“Earlier, when I told you about what I was imagining… that's what I want you to do to me.” You give him a breathy, shaky answer, but an answer nonetheless.

“My fingers?” He asks, and you whine at the mention.

“Yes, please, Volt, I need them inside of me.” You softly beg for him, but he shushes you with a quick kiss to the lips.

“As you wish, live wire.”

Volt, along with a bit of help from Eddie, makes quick work of your pants. Eddie's hands run up and down your sides, helping to keep you in place as Volt pulls at the waistband of your underwear. His fingers are so, so close to where they need to be, and you're honestly half-tempted to shove them into your hole yourself.

“Do you want me to keep these on?” Volt asks, but he doesn't look you in the eye; rather, it seems that he's asking Eddie for permission.

…Probably because you'd tell him yes a thousand times over.

The room is hot with anticipation as Eddie thinks to himself. You can't crane your neck backwards to look at him, to beg him to choose faster so you can finally get some relief between your legs.

“Keep them on,” He says as you let out a whine of disapproval, “I want to take them off myself.”

Now that was an idea you could get behind.

“Very well.” Volt nods before his hand finally slips underneath your underwear.

One of his fingers circles your entrance, and you throw your head back in pleasure. A breathy moan escapes you as your hole clenches around nothing. You hold onto Volt as if he's going to disappear while Eddie keeps your hips grounded on the table.

He teases you a little while longer, as two of his fingers work to massage the outside of your clit. Your back arches as a familiar coil springs to life inside of you.

You scream when two of his fingers dip inside of you. His fingers are barely knuckles-deep inside of your hole, yet you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Our poor little wire really worked themselves up…” Volt muses as his fingers begin to move inside of you.

There's no teasing from him - he keeps a steady rhythm as his fingers quickly enter and exit your hole. That relief that you felt in your daydream quickly comes crashing over you as you hit your climax.

There's still plenty of heat inside of you as Volt lets you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. You whimper when his fingers leave you, but you're delighted by the sight of him licking your fluids off of his fingers.

“Feeling good?” Eddie checks in with you after your breathing begins to even out. 

His stubble kisses your shoulder before he does, and you respond by pulling him close to you.

“Yeah, I feel good.” You nuzzle your head into his chest as his hands wrap around your torso.

You relish in Eddie's warm affection as Volt looks on in amusement.

“Enjoying yourselves?” 

You hum as Volt's fingers run up and down your thighs. You can't help but imagine him running his tongue all over the bare flesh of your thighs.

“Volt, could you…” You pause to think about your phrasing, “mark up my thighs?”

Not the most graceful execution, but it gets the job done.

Volt chuckles as his hand massages some of the skin on your thigh.

“I'd love to, spark,” He says before leaning in to seductively whisper in your ear, “but I think that someone else would prefer that more.”

You sigh at the thought of those rough, hard-at-work hands pinching and pulling at the flesh of your inner thighs. His stubble gently caressing your skin as messy, wet kisses trail up further and further until you-

Your daydreaming is so rudely interrupted when one of Volt's fingers enters your hole again.

“But I'm not done with you yet, live wire. You can give me just one more before Eddie has a turn, right?”

If you die tonight, you die in pure ecstasy.

His finger curls up inside of you, eliciting a moan from you.

“Yes.” You move your head up and down before your nails dig into Eddie's arm.

“I'm right here,” He mumbles before lightly biting down your shoulder, “focus on Volt.”

You yelp as Volt fucks you with his fingers. The pace he sets is much slower, which helps your orgasm build at a steadier rate. It's one finger, then two, then three as he continues to stretch you out.

This is so much better than anything you've ever imagined.

Your moans and whimpers are far too tempting for Eddie, and he can't help but make marks of his own on your back as Volt continues to pump his fingers in and out of you.

You don't last long between the two of them, and a shriek of both of their names signals that you've orgasmed once again. Eddie's arms are there, warm and comforting, as you pull yourself down from your high once again.

“You did so well for us, live wire.” Volt cleans his fingers once again with his mouth. “You always do.”

Your hips grind against the table - God, had you always been this needy for them? - as Volt laughs.

“We want you just as badly as you want us.” Volt reassures you before sending a small electrical shock to one of your thighs.

That tingly feeling that you've come to love runs through your system, your legs involuntarily spreading apart for easier access. 

Eddie keeps a tight grip on you as Volt walks away from the two of you. You lazily reach your arms out for him, but he doesn't come back to you.

“Volt's just grabbing some blankets and pillows from the VIP section so you're more comfortable.” Eddie explains as one of his hands travels down to your thighs.

Like Volt, Eddie provides a small electrical shock that goes straight to your sex and makes you shudder. You laugh as the fluttery sensation travels through your body.

Eddie contains your laughter in a romantic kiss that sends another shockwave through you. 

Once his lips part from yours, he chuckles to himself for a moment. You'd bottle up the sound of his laughter in an instant so you could hear it any time you wanted; however, there was something special about these small intervals of time where Eddie just lets himself go.

You etch this moment into your memory - the way he smiles at you freely before pulling you in for another kiss. This time, his teeth bite at your bottom lip, asking for entry in your mouth.

You moan into his mouth as his tongue meets yours. You briefly fight for dominance before letting him take control - after all, who were you to stop Eddie from taking what he wants?

Occasionally, his teeth will nibble on your lower lip, making you playfully whine in response.

“Eddie!” 

You try to sound annoyed, but your laughter gives you away every time.

“Let me in,” He'd complain as if his tongue wasn't nearly down your throat, “I need a distraction.”

“From what?”

“From how badly I need you.” A bit of red rests on his face as he bashfully looks away from you.

“Oh, Eddie,” You murmur before lightly kissing his cheek, “I need you too.”

You share another kiss with him before Volt returns with an assortment of comfortable items. 

Eddie lifts you off the table for a minute so Volt can arrange them before laying you down on the table

Your head rests on a small stack of pillows that allows you to still see beneath your legs but rest comfortably. A few blankets are laid over the table to caress the other parts of your body while a smaller pillow lifts your hips ever-so-slightly into the air.

You'd feel tired if you didn't feel two pairs of eyes feasting on your body.

“You are a masterpiece, live wire,” Volt closes in on you first to lean down and press a kiss to your lips, “and we will devour you.”

His hot breath on your face only excites you further as you lightly tug at his shirt and jacket.

“Please?” You sweetly ask with the tiniest pout on your lips.

“How could I ever say no to you?” Volt complies with your wishes and begins to take off his coat. “Especially since you asked so nicely.”

“Eddie?” 

Your breath hitches as you desperately look around for him. You're ecstatic to find that he's already positioned himself between your legs, and you're even more thrilled when you realize that his shirt is already off.

“I'm right here, live wire,” Eddie says before licking his lips, “and I'm not going anywhere for a long time.”

His voice dips slightly lower, right into that range that drives you crazy. You groan as you feel a familiar heat build between your legs.

God, I cannot wait to feel his tongue explore inside of me!

Steel eyes meet white before Eddie advances. Volt grabs a chair and gently places it against the table so he can be as close to you as possible. 

“Spark, can you move your hand?” He asks, and you nod weakly. “Take Eddie's hand in yours and show him what bothers you.”

Volt looks offended by his own words, and you know why. He sees no imperfections where you see all of them.

You do as you're told, and your hand lays on top of Eddie's on one of your thighs. You've done this routine in your bathroom mirror a million times, so it's easy to guide his hand to every stretch mark, mole, scar, and skin tag that's on both of your thighs.

“Good little spark.” Volt rewards you with one of your favorite nicknames from him, and you shiver at it.

Your hand comes back to rest on the table as Eddie and Volt silently communicate with their eyes. You're not quite sure what they're thinking of, but whatever it is, Volt smiles as their eyes break apart from each other.

That's not good.

“I think they'd like that, darling.” Volt purrs before turning to you. “Relax and enjoy. Remember, this is about you.”

You're something between terrified and extremely aroused as Eddie's hands lightly massage your thighs. His fingers rub into the most sensitive parts of your thighs, which causes you to moan. Those calloused fingers knew how to work magic on breaker boxes and lovers alike.

Meanwhile, his mouth follows the same pattern that you showed him earlier. Messy kisses are placed all along your thigh, and when Eddie finds a spot of interest, he lightly nibbles on the flesh before making a hickey there.

He makes a notable detour when he reaches your underwear, but quickly resumes the same pattern on your other thigh.

You can't squirm since his hands are keeping your thighs on the table, so you can only offer small whimpers and stifled moans to show your pleasure.

Eddie goes off-track a few times, only to mark up parts of your inner thigh that make you whine and attempt to writhe out of his grasp.

It's hard to form words, to even think coherent thoughts by the time Eddie finishes up. Your mind is begging him to touch you in any way possible in order to relieve the need in your core.

Your eyes are stuck to the ceiling, and your cheeks are flushed. You can practically taste your arousal in the air.

A finger gently rests against your face, and you curl into the cool touch.

“Look at Eddie for a moment, little wire,” Volt says with a teasing smirk on his lips, “you'll want to see what he does next.”

You force your eyes downwards so you can look at Eddie directly. His fingers lie on the waistband of your underwear, but he makes no movement to remove them with his hands.

Instead, his lips press a few gentle kisses above your underwear - God, his tongue is so fucking close to where I need him - before his teeth latch on to the waistband.

Eddie gently pulls your underwear down your legs, at a painstakingly slow speed, with his teeth. You feel his teeth scrape against your inner thigh, and you moan in pure delight. 

He quickly pulls them out of his mouth and tosses them aside as his eyes spot something much more exciting in-between your legs.

“I'm- I'm not going to last long.” You warn him as his head approaches your sex.

“I know, spark.” Eddie says before a smirk appears on his face.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look at Volt. His palm rests against your cheek, and his cold hand feels very nice against your face.

“You told him that you thought about him feasting on you multiple times,” A playful smile teases Volt's lips, “and he intends to make that dream a reality.”

Volt's thumb traces over your lips as you nearly explode at the thought.

God, it doesn't take them long to figure out what buttons to push, does it?

“Fuck, Eddie, please-” Your begging is swiftly answered by the man between your legs.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” His voice sounds like it's ready to break, like any self-restraint left once he had you pinned to the table.

“-God, please just eat me out already!”

You'd normally be embarrassed by such language, only used to entice your lovers once you had them alone, but you scream this loud enough for the heavens to hear you.

“They're eager.” Volt laughs as he gently traces the curve of your nose with one of his fingers.

“Good,” Eddie pauses for a moment, “I am too.”

And then he feasts.

Your daydreams do not do justice to the pure shocks of stimulation that Eddie's tongue is providing to you. Sure, you had always imagined him as an eager giver, but you never could've imagined this.

There's no teasing, no slow licks to your entrance to find out what makes you tick. He's exploring every fold and crevice that his tongue can manage to fit into at a speed that you cannot even begin to describe. 

Your juices flow into his mouth just as your orgasm crashes over your body. You didn't get to feel the build-up before you reached your climax and went sailing over the edge.

Your legs are shaking ever-so-slightly as you start to feel the effects of your third orgasm for the night. Your tongue feels heavy, and your thoughts are very scrambled, but it's not like there's anything meaningful you have to say at the moment.

Well, except one thing.

“Relax,” You pant heavily before turning to Volt, “how the fuck am I supposed to relax when he does that?”

“I think you'll stop caring after a while.” Volt places a soft kiss to your forehead before brushing some hair away from your face. “Go on, Eddie.”

Eddie grumbles something into your core - I wasn't looking for permission, perhaps? 

It's not like it matters when his tongue dips inside of you again. You moan out his name as the heat between your legs reappears in an instant. 

Eddie's much messier this time as his tongue dives in and out of your folds at an unforgiving pace. There's no breaks, no time for either of you to breathe, as the heat inside of you builds and builds and builds until you explode.

You cry out in pleasure as a rush of warmth comes over you. Volt was right - you're starting to care less and less as a comforting fog begins to creep in the back of your mind. Your vision blurs, and there's a soft ringing in your ears, but you can feel every little thing around you.

The blankets under your body softly cradle you as you nuzzle your head against the familiar warmth of the pillow. Volt's hand works to cool your face as his fingers brush against your skin.

“If only you could see how divine you look, little wire…” Volt murmurs in admiration.

Some sort of semi-coherent sound falls from your lips, and Volt shushes you with a tender kiss to the cheek.

“Relax.”

A simple command from Volt, but one that you are more than happy to adhere to.

Eddie's mouth is on your sex again, and you can barely register anything but pure ecstasy as he hits every bundle of nerves that makes you whimper and whine. Everything just feels so good when your legs are over his shoulders and he's devoting so much attention to you.

Your body is shaking long before you orgasm, and gentle tears fall down your cheeks at the overwhelming feeling of it all. Volt quickly works to wipe them away with the pad of his thumb.

You barely let out a moan when another orgasm hits your body. Whatever state of bliss you're in transcends all human language that you could hope to use.

Eddie finally moves his head far enough away from your entrance that you no longer feel his breath inside of you. His fingers still trace the marks on your thighs while he occasionally nibbles on parts of your inner thigh.

“How are you feeling?” Eddie asks after catching his breath for a bit.

You let out something between a giggle and a snort as a response.

A carefree laugh escapes Eddie as his hands run up and down the length of your legs.

“That's not an answer, live wire.” He teases.

You're used to the banter and teasing with Eddie, but you've forgotten how un-fucking-bearable he can be once he realizes that he has the upper hand.

“Eddie-” You moan his name, hoping that he'll cut you some slack. 

“Tell me something, anything,” He slowly leads a trail of kisses down your leg, stopping just short of your entrance, “and I'll fuck you again.”

A small lick to your entrance inspires you to form words.

“Fuck, Eddie! I- …Good. God, it was amazing,” Your babbling praise continues on, “you were amazing. You and Volt.”

“Better than you imagined?”

You can see that handsome smirk on his face as he draws out another moan from you. 

“Fucking asshole,” You mutter before he pinches some skin on your inner thigh, “Eddie!”

“Cute, but not an answer.” 

As a bit of encouragement, you receive a playful kiss to your clit from him.

“Yes, Eddie, your tongue and Volt's fingers were much better than I imagined.” You manage to say in-between panting breaths.

Eddie groans at the response, which satisfies you. 

Volt? …where is he?

You don't feel the coolness of his touch anymore nor did you hear him in your conversation with Eddie.

“Volt?” You call out to your other lover, and you hear a low curse in the distance.

“I'm here, my sweet spark, I- I just-” His voice breaks as you hear a belt drop to the floor.

Immediately, you sit up, your elbows coming to rest on the table.

“Come here, Volt, let me-” You’re stopped by Eddie pulling on one of your legs, which forces you back down on the table.

“He wants to watch,” Eddie clarifies as you breathe heavily, “and that's all he gets to do.”

You bite your lip as Eddie settles himself near your sex again.

“I'm going to go slower for Volt,” He mumbles against your entrance, “unless you want me to go faster.”

“I-” Your cheeks burn as you speak, “I don't think I'm going to last either way.”

So go fucking nuts, you think to yourself.

A tentative lick to your sex causes you and Volt to moan in unison. Eddie laughs, particularly pleased by this power he has over the two of you, before his mouth explores inside of you once more.

The slower pace he sets is none-the-less pleasurable to you; instead, you're quite pleased with how Eddie carefully lets his tongue touch and explore every bit of you that he can reach. Occasionally, he pauses to breathe and squeeze some skin on your thigh before diving back into you.

He finds a nerve that makes you moan especially loud, and he flicks his tongue against it so you'll make that sound again. 

The only thing grounding you is Volt's groans and other lewd sounds that grow louder and louder as your climax approaches.

Eddie only focuses on you, devouring you, as you squirm and writhe in his grasp.

That familiar red-hot feeling ignites all over your body, and it threatens to consume your very being as you cum hard.

Volt cries out not longer after you do, and you hear Eddie curse into your cunt as he cleans the juices from your sex and thighs.

Your vision is spotty as the ringing in your ears slowly dies down. You can barely focus on anything but the sensation of hands massaging your hips and thighs. Your head is swimming in a blissful state that you don't want to leave any time soon.

You can hear Eddie and Volt chatting in the background, but it sounds like murmuring and muttering to you. You only pick up the occasional mention of your name as another pair of hands comes to rest on your shoulders.

“You get off?” Eddie gruffly asks Volt as your ears begin to pick up their words.

“Of course, my dear Eddie. And you…” Volt pauses for a moment, but you can't tell what he's looking at, “ah, I see. I'll take care of them while you clean yourself up.”

“You sure?”

“I'll be fine, Eddie, just go.” Volt shoos him away before turning his attention to you. “Live wire?”

“Volt?” Your voice is hoarse and quiet, but it's there.

“Can you sit up?”

You slowly rest your weight on your elbows as you force your body up from the table. You blink a few times, allowing the bar lights to blind you for a moment before you can look at Volt.

“Good little spark,” Volt removes his hands from your shoulders so you can sit up fully, “are you sore?”

He walks around the table, fully taking in your body as he scans you for injuries.

“Not that I can tell, no. I think the blankets helped.” You say before Volt grabs your hand.

He interlocks his fingers with yours before pulling your hand to his lips.

“Let us help you feel more comfortable with yourself.” He mumbles into the skin before kissing the back of your hand. “We want you to feel safe around us.”

Your face warms at the gesture.

“I will, Volt, I promise.” A peaceful smile rests on your face.

He kisses your hand again before shooting you a wink.

“Let's clean you up, then.”

With a nearby washcloth and bar towel, Volt makes quick work of the mess between your legs.

“Not like there's much to clean up,” Volt chuckles to himself, “ Our Eddie made sure of that.”

Small kisses are placed all along your thighs as Volt finishes up. A bit of his electric-white hair touches your thigh, and you laugh at the calming buzz it sends through your body.

Volt warmly smiles before brushing the hair back from his face. He moves closer to you, just so he can rest his head on your thighs. He looks up at you with pure admiration and love in his eyes, which makes you melt.

His other hand comes to rest on your stomach, and the two of you stay like that until Eddie returns.

“Come here, Eddie,” Volt calls out to him, “I've got the best view in the house.”

“I can see that.” Eddie laughs - God, that laugh was going to be the death of you - before folding his arms and watching you two from a fair distance away. “Are you done yet?”

“Just a moment longer.”

His eyes take in every mark that was made tonight, and every perfect imperfection on your skin, before he nods at Eddie.

Together, the two of them carry you into the loft that they share. You're surprised when you're set in the bathtub rather than the bed, but the feeling of warm water on your skin doesn't make you question their decision.

Hands reach for and grab the limbs that you're too weak to move. A wave of fatigue rushes over you as the warm water threatens to lull you to sleep. You have to fight off a yawn as soap meets your skin and washes away any sweat or slick that's left on you.

You fully dissolve into their gentle touches and affections as you're pulled out of the tub, dried off, and slowly dressed. 

You rest your head against Eddie's chest as Volt holds your waist from behind.

“Tired?” Eddie moves a bit of your wet hair out of the way as you nod. “We're almost done.”

They lead you to the bed, and you're quickly presented with a glass of water and a bite to eat as Volt pulls you into his arms.

Sleepiness comes far too easily, and once you've finished downing as much food and water as you can take, you curl up into Volt.

“Sleep well, live wire.” He softly kisses your lips before turning your head towards Eddie.

“G'night.” You yawn before leaning over and kissing Eddie's cheek.

“Night, spark.” 

"come now livewire, certainly you can do better than that." volt's tone was vastly different from how it normally was, the usual schmaltzy tone was gone and now replaced with never ending condescension. his left leg sat crossed over his right, arms folded across his chest while he watched you hump the expensive leather that made-up his shoe.

you whined at his voice, bottom lip beginning to quiver as you tried to maintain your composure. he'd had you like this for hours now, genuinely. thank god the breaker box wasn't supposed to open for another few hours. the couch volt sat on was in clear view of the doorway, eddie could come by any minute, and this would be the first thing he'd see.. not that he'd mind.

volt cooed at you as you began to hiccup, the overstimulation and lack of orgasm beginning to turn your brain into mush. his elbow sat on the armrest, head leaning against his hand while he watched you. it was truly one of his favorite things to watch, to see you lose yourself and your composure. he loved the way you looked up at him, eyes filled with tears as you desperately tried to get off, it made his cock twitch.

your slick soaked your panties, dripping down from his shoe and onto the floor. every time you felt close, you just couldn't get yourself there, eddie and volt had made you too used to how they pleasured you. of course they took great care of you, but now no orgasm ever felt as good without them, and sometimes, like now, you'd need one of them to help you get off.

with the last ounce of your determination, you thrusted your hips with vigour, arms wrapping around his leg to keep yourself steady. volt cooed at you, his hand coming down to pet your head before his fingers tangled themselves in your hair, forcing you to look up at him. he made you keep eye contact with him for what seemed like an eternity, gaze lidded as he smirked at you, letting your hair go and gently soothing you once again.

"can't cum? oh, poor darling. i guess eddie and i will have to help you later, yes?" you nodded desperately, tears streaming down your cheeks while your moans hiccuped in your throat. your train of thought was interrupted by someone clearing their throat, eyes wide as saucers. before you could even turn around to see who it was, you felt a hand snake under your jaw, forcing you to crane your head backwards to meet their gaze; you could recognize that calloused hand anywhere. "yeah, i guess we will."

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