kinktober day thirty- breeding, degradation
volt x eddie. x g/n reader rated e. wc: 1.5k words. power dyanmics kinktober masterlist. The boys tease you with a secret desire.
âStop fucking teasing,â you groan, kicking your feet against Voltâs chest. His hands and Eddieâs lips on your arm still arenât enough, but they refuse to give you more. Refuse to do anything more than kiss you, pet you, maybe give you a little graze of their teeth. And youâve had enough. âOne of you, both of you. Fuck. Me.â You turn your head to find Eddieâs grey eyes, then Voltâs white ones, then back to grey. âNow.â
Itâs quiet, save for your breathing, as both sets of lightning brows raise on their foreheads.Â
Then a rustle of sheets, just before your jaw is attacked by a strong, calloused grip.
âWhere the hell do you get off?â Eddieâs voice in your ear is like fire in your veins. Coupled with how Volt is climbing up your chest, every part of you is alight with sparks, and god, youâre going to burn. âTalking to us like that?â
You breathe in deeply through your nose and try to fight the way your stomach wants to flip. âFuck me, you bastards, fu-â you try, but Eddie squeezes harder, and your tongue can no longer form the sounds.
Voltâs directly over you now, looming like lightning. He tsks his tongue, studying you with glittering eyes. âActing like a little bitch in heat, arenât you, live wire?â
You canât help it - your body shivers at his words, your hands shake on his chest. Youâd look away, if not for Eddieâs rough fingers on your cheeks. Itâs like Volt is able to strip you even barer than you already are just with a sweep of his white gaze. The heat inside you grows when his stare widens, and Eddieâs breath on your ear only fans the flames.
He laughs. âOh, now that seemed to have an effect, didnât it, Eddie?â
You can feel titanium eyes boring into your profile, can practically hear a smirk forming on dark lips. âIs that what you are, spark? You begging us like this âcause youâre in heat?â As he says it, Eddieâs tongue flicks over your earlobe, and a whine falls from your open mouth.Â
âSuch a little whore,â Volt muses. A silver finger trails down your neck, your collarbone with zaps and shocks. âWanting so desperately to be filled.â The finger pauses just below your belly button, making small circles on your skin. âPerhaps weâd only be right to fulfill that desire.â
You try to nod, because yes, amps sake thatâs what you needed, what you wanted, and -
âMaybe. We ought to put a baby in you,â Eddie says, far too casually for you to recognize the words as they come. âJust to remind you of your place.â
Oh, fuck.
That fire under your skin has reached your brain, and it burns away at all rational thought, sizzles away any part of you that would even consider objecting. Because the image, the very idea, of such a concept is coursing through you like a shot of whiskey. Warm and right as it settles in your stomach. The concept of their love for you made manifest, their claim over you sealed with evidence that all can gaze upon.
You know they notice the way your eyes must dilate, or hear how your breathing hitches. They always notice, no matter how you try - and fail - to hide your reactions. And they laugh, because they already know every single thought in your fried mind. Because they own you, and know your body better than you ever could.
âYouâll have to show us that you deserve it.â Volt says it with a Cheshire grin, with tigerâs teeth and a glowing gaze. âBecause you want it, donât you?â
âBut whores donât always get what they deserve,â Eddie adds with a growl. âSo you better change your tune, little spark. And fast.â
You sputter when your face is released, and four hands flip you onto your stomach. One rough hand and one soft one hold your shoulders down, your breath labored against the mattress.Â
âEddie, Volt, please, please fuck me,â you try, practically spitting the words out. âIâll be good, I swear -â
âOh, now youâre gonna be good?â Eddieâs hand finds the back of your neck. âSo eager to please just from a few words.â
Voltâs hands are on your hips now, arching your back into the perfect curve for him. âDesperate little thing. Pathetic how they get just for our cocks.â
âNah,â Eddie spits as his fingers tighten. âNot just our cocks, isnât that right, baby?â The coils of his hair tickle your face when he leans down over you. âYou wanna be full of us.â
You groan in time with Voltâs finger toying with your entrance. âI do, Eddie I do, please. Volt, I can take it, please -â
One long finger slips inside you with ease, curling along your walls in that way that makes your eyes roll back in your head. âHow pitiful you sound, darling,â Volt says, almost disappointed. âItâs almost like you donât want us to give you anything.â
âHow generous Volt is being,â comes Eddieâs sarcastic song. âGiving you even one finger. Youâll have to work a little harder if you really want us to fuck you. Breed you. Give you the fucking honor of filling you with our kid.â
âVolt,â you moan, willing the gears in your mind to turn a little faster, for your tongue to get a little looser. âYou, you can do whatever you want to me. Please. Please, just, fuck me. Fuck me like the whore I am please,â you sob when two more fingers enter you, âI donât deserve it I donât but - Volt, Iâll be good, I will.â
The chuckle you hear must come from deep without him, smooth like velvet but crackling with unpredictable, electric energy. âOh, sweet little spark.âÂ
Thatâs all the warning youâre granted before his fingers leave you, replaced with his cock in the blink of an eye. Heâs so big, so long, filling you in exactly the right way that youâve ached for all day. His grip on your hips is strong, just like Eddie's on your neck, and finally, finally, you feel complete.
âWe will do whatever we want to you,â Voltâs voice is commanding as he pulls out halfway, only to thrust into you in the same breath.Â
âWe donât need your permission for that,â Eddie says, and you feel his thumb pull at your bottom lip. You flick your tongue over it, on instinct, before he presses it into your mouth. âBecause youâre ours, arenât you? Our fucking whore. And everyoneâs gonna know it, âcause you wonât be able to hide it.â
Your cheek rubs against the sheets each time Volt bullies his way back inside you. You suck on Eddieâs thumb as incomprehensible sounds well in your throat, but youâre good, youâre so good for them - you have to be, if you want your wishes granted.
You babble your pleas and your whines as he fucks you. He hardly moves his own hips, just drags yours back onto him over and over and over. He curves so deeply inside you that he must have been made for you, or you for him. There can be no other explanation of how perfectly you two - you three - slot together without resistance.Â
And how beautiful it would be, another piece to your puzzle.
âBeg for it,â you hear Volt grunt as he pulls you back harder, faster, erratic and overcome. âBeg for me to fill you up. And maybe I will.â
Itâs a challenge to even think in words right now, much less form them. But you have to, for Volt, for Eddie. âP-please, Volt, fill m-me up. Please please I want yo-your baby I want it I want itâŚâ
You say it over and over and over again as Volt cums - itâs the only thought, the only truth, that you know anymore. You can feel it, how he fills you with his spend, hot and staticy fullness buried deep inside you. Youâll have to stay like this, you think, so it will take, so not a drop gets wasted.
âThat is a good spark,â you hear Eddie breathe in your ear, his finger slipping out of your mouth. âMaybe you do deserve what we give you.â
His hands are gone just as Volt gently pulls out of you. You hear the quick sighs and groans as their lips meet for a moment, before the mattress shifts with changing weight. And you feel something start to drip out of you, only for the pad of a rough, wet thumb to push it back inside.
âHm,â Eddie muses, holding tightly to your hip where the imprints of Voltâs hands still remain. âGuess I better get to work then, too. Itâs gotta be our baby that we give you, after all.â
Their claim to you was absolute. And it always, always would be.
