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eddie x volt x gn reader. rated e. wc: 1.2k words.
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With Eddie finally bound and gagged, you and Volt get the chance to shower with with sweetness.
You’re not sure you’ve ever seen Eddie’s eyes so dark.
You’re not sure you’ve ever seen his knuckles so white, either, as they fight against the cuffs that rattle against the headboard.
You’re not sure you’ve ever heard these growls and grunts that come from his throat, muffled and animalistic from behind the metal ball gag in his mouth.
You’re not sure you and Volt have ever had this much fun.
Volt had been the one to lock the cuffs in place, much to Eddie’s annoyance, but he did fight and kick a little when you latched the gag around his jaw. Kicked even harder when you both started singing his praises in his ear, words he always rolls his eyes when he hears.
“That’s my darling boy,” Volt purrs with a flick of his tongue over Eddie’s ear.
“My sweet, strong Eddie,” you add, running your hands over the expanse of hair on his chest.
You know he’d try to bite you if he could - he often does, if only to get you both to shut up. Instead, he huffs out his nose, a deep, slow breath that makes his stomach rise and fall beneath your touch. You can’t help but smile; it’s not too often you get to lavish him like this, without him shoving your face into the bed so he can have the upper hand. Eddie likes to have control whenever he can - he doesn’t trust too easily, doesn’t hand over the reins to just anybody.
So he’ll put up a fight, sure, but you know he’ll only hand them to you or Volt because, every now and again, he needs it, just as much as you two.
“You’re doing so good for us,” you say, your voice dripping with honey. Your thumbs brush over his nipples, and his inhale sounds like a hiss. “Letting us love you like this.”
“Mm, our Eddie.” Volt runs his fingers across Eddie’s jaw, two fingers under his chin. His lips kiss his temple, his cheeks, in between the words of praise. “You know how perfect you are? How stunning you get when you’re flushed with desire?”
He’s so warm, so hot under you - you imagine that the proximity to Volt is making their current flow and charge between him. Sparks fly at the ends of his coiled hair, singeing the fabric of the pillow with small dark marks. His cock sits heavy between your legs that straddle his hips, hard and aching and waiting. For you.
Volt hasn’t stopped his kisses, or his words. “Look at these cheeks, darling. Amp, I could just -” A light smack rings out as his palm slaps Eddie’s cheek, and something mangled, something that sounds like “Volt,” escapes Eddie’s throat. His steel eyes flash with frustration, his breathing is ragged, and you can’t help but laugh when you hear Volt’s chuckle.
“Don’t you like this, Eddie?” you ask, leaning down to kiss his collarbone. “Don’t you want it?” You punctuate the question with a bite, and he moans, a debased sort of sound. You bite again, harder, to pull another whine from him - the red marks you make look beautiful against his skin.
“You want to be filled,” Volt muses, sinking his own teeth into the flesh of Eddie’s bicep. “I know you do, my darling. Because you’re such a good boy for us.”
“Eddie,” you breathe. A titanium gaze to your eyes makes a shiver run down your spine - but what is he going to do about it? He’s at the mercy of yours and Volt’s hands, your two voices and your words. “You’re gonna feel so fucking good inside me.”
He watches you, raptly, as you coat his length with lube, settle your entrance above his leaking head. You hold his hips down with your hands as you lower yourself onto him, and he throws his head back with labored pants. You moan his name as you sink down, down his cock, angling your hips just so. You were right; he feels so fucking good, so full, and -
“Fuuuck, Eddie,” you hiss, and you gasp when you rock your hips. He’s so thick, you feel the curve of him deep inside you, and already something is building, burning. “You’re so perfect.”
Volt shifts his weight, trailing his teeth and tongue along Eddie’s ribs. He picks up the bottle of lube you discarded when he sits back on his legs, surveying the way his cock disappears inside you with every bounce of your hips. “Isn’t he?” he hums, white eyes sparkling with adoration, and maybe a hint of mischief. “And he’ll feel so perfect around me.”
It takes a bit of maneuvering, Volt’s plan of action. His hands press your body forward, making lean over Eddie’s red chest, before he opens Eddie’s thigh behind you. You try not to stop how you take him deeper, deeper, as you hear the huffs of Volt’s breath while he pushes his cock inside Eddie.
The cuffs rattle, and you know his throat must be raw, but Eddie’s eyes don’t leave the two of you. Every move you two make, every rock of either of your hips, makes his grey eyes well with emotions - pride, annoyance, need. Without his words, without his hands, he is only able to whimper and moan and take.
And he’s so good at taking.
“So beautiful,” Volt breathes - you can feel each time he bottoms out inside him, the movement flows through you like the hum of their current. “You’re so beautiful when you’re taking my cock, my darling. Fuck, can you believe it?” he nearly laughs - it sounds like a song you already know. “You’ll be so full when you come inside our live wire, won’t you?”
It’s those words, maybe coupled with more nips from your teeth, that make his eyes flutter shut, his body go slack. He’s throbbing inside you, clenching around Volt, and his cheeks are still so red, so flushed.
“S-so big,” you stutter, fingers clawing at his chest. “You’re so b-big, Eddie you’re - shit, you’re gonna split me in two.”
Volt’s hand on your back sends shocks to your veins - you wonder if Eddie can feel them too. “That’s it, our sweet Eddie, our good boy.”
All three of you are in a daze, a state of togetherness that transcends the sounds and the touches and the breaths. It’s warm, electric, shared between your bodies like a circuit. You move and build as one, charging your power, and then -
It all trips together. You scream first, then Volt, then Eddie, a wanton, aching sound of relief. Eddie twitches inside you as his cum coats your walls, and Volt steadies himself with a hand on your waist as he grunts through his release.
You hear a muffled groan and the sound of the cuffs’ chain rattling. Eddie might be a little insistent now, since you’ve thoroughly had your way with him.
But you aren’t the one with the key.
Truly, you’re not sure you and Volt have ever had this much fun.
hitman!eddie&volt x gn reader. rated e. wc: 2.0k words.
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You day does not go as planned when two strangers approach your car one morning.
AN: This is based off @jabberpool and @ironicorange's hitman au! I highly recommend checking out the official designs by Ivan, and then the in-progress fic by Zai. The fic link also contains a lot of other illustrations from artists who have contributed!
CW for guns, knives, some mild kidnapping, and a cautious dubcon.
If you’d been asked this morning, gun to your head, how your day was going to go, you never would have been able to guess.
So when, this morning, a gun was put to your head through your open car window, it came as a bit of a shock.
You’d only been stopped at the red light for a second, surely a split second, when a metallic click sounded by your ear. A mess of long, white curls entered your vision along with the silver gun, held by leather-clad hands, and a face hidden under… something, some inhuman mask made of bone.
“Good morning, sunshine,” the man said, in a voice as smooth and collected as silk. You could hardly hear it over the rush of your heart in your ears. His eyes were impossibly blue, and despite the fear welling in your throat, you couldn’t look away. “Afraid we are going to need your car.”
A carjacking?
“W-what?” Why you decided to speak and not immediately exit the car was beyond your own comprehension.
A dark brow lifted, blue eyes sparkled with something curious. “Your car. It’s ours now.”
“But -” you gasped, your voice stolen, when something cold, something sharp was pressed to your neck from behind.
There was a new voice, now. One not as collected, certainly rougher, more strained around the edges, and it was hot in your ear. “You heard him. Our car,” it said, and your breath hitched at the tone.
A knife to your throat and a gun to your head. Not where you thought this day would go.
“Okay,” you dared to whisper. “Okay, please. Just, please, let me -”
“Oooh, darling,” the one in the window crooned. “That’s quite a pretty way to beg, isn’t it?”
Huh?
“Eddie,” he continued, his voice echoing in the mask, “maybe we ought to keep this one.”
Keep?!
“Fine,” replied the voice behind you, and the sharpness against your neck disappeared. “Then you’re gonna drive us. Don’t make any fucking moves unless we tell you to.”
Your eyes moved on their own accord to your rearview mirror, finally catching your first glimpse of the man in your backseat. He was darker, overall, than his counterpart, with black stubble along his jaw and raven waves that fell across the antlers and bone of his own mask. It cast harsh shadows on his eyes, almost grey, and a black V stood prominently on the side of his neck.
So now here you are, decidedly off your normal routine, gun still to your head, while two masked strangers tell you to turn left or right every so often as your venture further and further through the streets of East London.
It’s a bit of a relaxed grip the white haired man has on the revolver, though, considering he’s a bit preoccupied with the dark haired one sitting in his lap. You can see them, through more glimpses in your rear view than you care to admit, entangled with each other. Groans and moans and bites, the rustle of clothes as they claw at each other, like they’ve been doing ever since you put your foot on the gas.
You still haven’t seen the entirety of the one with the antler mask, but you’ve caught more of the gun holder. A strong jawline, and gold piercings that catch the light every so often. And a hold on the gun that never wavers, even when the other man - Eddie, you’d heard him called - bites at his ear.
A blue eye meets your own in the mirror, and your eyes dart forward.
“Eddie, my love,” that voice sings, “we have a rather curious one here.”
Eddie doesn’t even look up. “Want me to take care of it?”
Take care of it?
“Mm, no. Not yet, at least.” The sound of his sultry chuckle makes your grip on the wheel tighten. “Turn right, then there’ll be an alley on your left. Stop there.”
The car comes to a stop when you throw it into park between two bricks walls, shadows covering all of you. Your breathing is heavy, but your hands are steady. And you don’t dare to move.
Which, maybe, is not what they were expecting.
The knife is sharp at your temple, Eddie’s voice like fire on your skin. “You don’t wanna get out?”
“Wh - no, I - you didn’t tell me I -”
“See, Eddie?” There’s another chuckle from the back, tinged with triumph. “They’re curious.” The white mess of hair leans forward - the mask is around his neck, his whole face exposed in the mirror to you now, and you try to shove a certain thought away. A recognition of how beautiful he is. “Aren’t you, sunshine?”
You don’t try to shake your head, but you dig your nails into your palms. “I’m just - I - I just don’t want to die.”
There’s a scoff from beside you, a laugh from behind, before the man speaks again. “Then we’ll give you a choice. You can leave, right now, knowing that if you ever breathe a word about being our little chauffeur, that we will find you. Or,” he leans back again, crossing his legs. “You can spend a bit more time with us. And take your car with you.”
What the fuck.
Why, why were you even considering the options? You could keep a secret, certainly if it meant sparing your life. Why shouldn’t you leave, start running down the docks like they were your saving grace?
But there’s a smirk on those lips in the mirror. You realize what animal the mask is emulating - a fox, cunning and quick. And he’s got you pinned.
You are curious. Hopefully, though, it won’t kill the cat.
“I-I’ll stay,” you don’t even realize you’re saying the words, not until they echo in the silence of the car. “I’ll stay.”
You do, finally, scream when four hands grab at your body and shove you into the back of the car, just before a gloved hand reaches around to cover your mouth. It’s Eddie’s, you realize, as your body is twisted to face him. He’s covered in piercings too, dark smudged liner covering his silver eyes, and a chain dips to below the collar of his shirt. Fuck, he’s beautiful too - what the fuck is this day??
“Here’s how it’s gonna play, live wire,” he says, practically spitting the words in your face, “you do exactly what Volt and I tell you. Or his guns won’t be the thing to worry about.”
Volt.
So these are the names of your hitchhikers. Volt and Eddie. Eddie and Volt.
Fingers press at the flesh of your cheeks. “Got it?”
You nod, frantically, your body again acting on its own accord.
“Then get on your knees.”
You’re flipped in a flash, your knees and palms scraping against the rough fabric of the interior, as your head whips around to meet Volt’s hands waiting for you. The leather of his gloves is soft, you notice, when his hands cup your face and tilt your chin.
“Are you any good at sucking cock, sunshine?” he asks, so casually, as if he were asking if you had the time.
You don’t have time to think, not when his grin is predatory, and calloused hands are pushing your legs open. “I think so,” you answer, biting your lip when fingers open the zip of your trousers and tug at the fabric.
“Well, perhaps we can give you some incentive, yes?” Volt offers it like it’s the most natural thing, as he raises the revolver to your jaw. His own fingers deftly undo his belt, his fly, and out springs his cock, flushed red and hard as steel.
Goddammit. Even his fucking cock is pretty. Bet he knows it too, from the looks of that smile on his lips.
“Don’t worry, Eddie will take care of you,” he says, thrusting his hips closer to you, the tip almost brushing your lips. “So long as you keep quiet. Just like a mouse, for us, sunshine. We can’t have anyone wondering what we’re up to, can we?”
“No,” you whisper, “no I won’t make a - hmph!”
You’re cut off as his cock forces into your mouth, down your throat, and tears well in your eyes as you work to regain your breath. He’s so thick, so heavy on your tongue - you’re not sure you’ve ever had your mouth so full before.
Cold air shocks your entrance when your trousers are ripped from your body - you think Eddie’s knife must have rid you of them completely. Your arms wobble and you fight not to moan when a stream of Eddie’s spit falls to your hole, and his thumb works it around you, coating you.
Volt tuts his tongue when he thrusts deeper into your throat. You try to pay attention to his words, and not how Eddie is currently using two fingers to stretch you for him. “Come on, darling, you can give us just a little more.” The barrel juts harder into your skin - you wonder if there will be a mark when this is all over. “There you are, that’s it.”
Your nails claw into the seat when finally, finally, Eddie presses the tip of his cock into your - it burns, the stretch of it, and you wish you could see it too, could taste it on your tongue along with Volt’s. With every inch he sinks into you, your mouth takes more of Volt. It’s an effort not to moan, to plead, when he bottoms out because truly, truly, you have never been so full.
Volt shifts his weight to settle into the seat - how you’re all fitting into the back of this car, you’re not certain, but you’re not going to ask any questions. He sighs with a contented flick of his tongue over his lips, just before he says, “Have a go at them, Eddie.”
Eddie’s thrusts are manic, harsh, deeper and more insistent than anyone you’ve taken before, and your body rocks forward and back on Volt’s cock with the force of them. A few tears are shaken loose of your eyes, and your jaw aches, but not more than the growing heat and coil inside you that longs to scream their names. Scream for more.
A gun to your head and two cocks stuffed inside you. Not where you thought his day would go.
It shouldn’t excite you so much, these strangers, these criminals, having their way with you like a toy they’ll discard, in the back of your own fucking car. Four hands and two cocks shouldn’t make you feel this satisfied, despite how utterly uncaring they are about your own pleasure. But the danger, the thrill, that hums from their skin and their weapons only spurs your further, only fans the flames that are licking under your skin. It’s so much, it’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s -
Volt’s cock in your mouth is the only thing that prevents you from screaming your lungs out when you cum. It’s a blinding white haze that overtakes your mind and your sight while your limbs quake - gloved hands hold your face and hips up as you start to collapse. They’re undeterred by your orgasm; you wonder if anything might actually get them to stop fucking you now that they’ve started.
You rock between them, thrust back and forth on their cocks, for god knows how long. It’s Volt that pulls out first, then Eddie, and you hear the slick, wet sounds of their hands working over their lengths as they huff each others’ names. Hot ropes of cum fall across your back, mixing and interwoven like their lips and spit above you.
You’re aware of them righting themselves a few minutes later. Something wipes the spend off your skin, and your shirt is draped over your legs, but you lack the strength to keep your eyes open, or the capacity to watch their every movement.
The car door slamming shut is what makes you blink back to consciousness, and you start, sitting up as quickly as you can. The car is empty now, save for you, and save for the small note that sits on the driver’s seat.
eddie x volt x g/n reader. rated e. wc: 1.2k words.
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One thing about Eddie and Volt: they know more about you than they might let on.
They know you’re there.
Eddie, especially, who spent decades alone in the halls and corners of the Breaker Box and knows every creak of the floor boards, every sound of the drafts through the doors. Even over the huffs and their breath and Volt’s sweet moans, he’d heard how your weight made the step before their door groan.
Volt, despite how busy he currently is, feels you. It’s different, not like the current he and Eddie share, and he’s still getting the hang of exactly what it is. But there’s something in you, maybe your own charge, that if he concentrates, he can trace and lock on to.
However they came to the conclusion, they know that you’re standing just outside the door to their bedroom, staring through the crack in the door.
Eddie wishes he could see you, but even with his face in the mattress, he can imagine the expression on your face. How your lips have probably parted, your brows have knit together. Maybe your hand is stilled on the doorframe.
Volt, in turn, is resisting the urge to turn his head and catch your gaze through the static of his hair, to throw you a wink from white hot eyes. Your eyes must be glistening with lust at the sight before you, the debauchery occurring on the bed.
There’s sweat dripping from Volt’s brow from how hard he’s been working into Eddie for… amps sake, it must be hours, he thinks. His cock is aching, on the edge of bursting, and he’s thinly aware of the teal tint flushing over his body and length each time he drags himself out of Eddie’s hole. His fingers hold tight to Eddie’s hips, and their legs are tangled together, the sheets beneath them damp.
Eddie’s nails, blunt as they are, threaten to rip the pillow open with his white knuckled grip. The coils of his hair stick to his brow, and the blush on his face is close to crimson. He groans with a little more intention, just for you, as the sounds of skin slapping together echo in the small room.
“Eddie,” Volt pants, coupled with a fraught sort of whine. He can hardly keep himself up anymore. His grip on Eddie’s back is the only thing maintaining his balance. “Please, please, let me make you cum again.”
A sarcastic sound is the response from beneath him. “You,” Eddie scoffs with a lick of his lips, “you just wanna cum, don’t you?”
This was the rule Eddie had set out this morning - Volt could only cum once Eddie had, and when Eddie said. They were each two deep already, and if Volt didn’t get his permission soon, his third was going to arrive without his control.
That wouldn’t be good for him, he knows.
“Yes,” Volt admits anyway, and never does he stop the bucking of his hips. He wonders where your eyes are settled at the moment - perhaps on the arch of Eddie’s back, or on Volt’s frustrated face, maybe even on how Volt’s blue cock disappears and reappears, slick with lube and spit and cum. “Yes, Eddie, I want to make you feel good, please.”
He’s playing it up for you, only a little. He and Eddie don’t really need words - Eddie is already acutely aware of Volt’s anguish that emanates from his touch, and Volt can tell how each time he bottoms out chips away a bit more of Eddie’s resolve.
But for you…
They know exactly how their sounds can rile you up. They know you always tend to drool over the sight of Eddie taking everything Volt gives him, a sight you’re not frequently treated to. They know how your core must be aching from lack of attention - you’ll never admit it, but they know. They know how hot you tend to get from being ignored.
And they love it.
“Fucking greedy,” Eddie grunts, but he can’t stop the gasp he makes when Volt angles inside him a little differently. “You, fuck, you want it that fucking bad?”
Volt thinks he hears a sweet little gasp from the doorway as he moans Eddie’s name. Your fingers are probably worrying at your bottom lip, pinching it the way they do when you tend to get flustered. And oh, what a gorgeous color your face must be.
“D-darling,” sweat drips from his face onto the skin of Eddie’s back, “please.”
Maybe Eddie is playing it up a little, too. For you. He probably would have already given Volt what he so desperately wanted if your prying eyes weren’t staring so intently - but you don’t need to know that. You only need to know what Eddie deems you should.
So he swallows down a curse and digs his fingers a little harder into the pillow. “Fine,” he spits. He knows how you like when his voice is so unbothered - despite you never saying such a thing out loud. “Go ahead.”
Eddie feels Volt’s thanks in the way he so quickly and deftly wraps his hands around his cock - it flows from his touch, from soft silver fingers, working its way to every electron inside Eddie. It falls from Volt’s lips too, sweet thank you Eddie thank you’s, in time with the strokes of his palm over Eddie’s length. They’re already right there, right at the edge, and your gaze enveloping them only spurs them on.
Their climaxes come right after the other, tripped like switches in a circuit. Eddie cums with curses into the mattress, Volt with Eddie’s name and incomprehensible whines. It’s all so sticky, all so perverse, with their skin nearly stuck together. But neither wishes to separate.
Through the pants, through the haze of their pleasure, they share a quick thought.
Steel and white eyes dart to the doorway, finally taking in the sight of you. With your white knuckles on the door, a hand laying at your neck. And your eyes, with pupils blown wide and lids hooded with lust. You’re practically drooling, poor thing, and your chest rises and falls with shallow breaths.
You must be aching. You must be so desperate.
“Live wire,” Eddie’s voice is shot, it’s gravelly and low and despite it all, it’s still hungry. “Enjoy the show?”
You lick your lips. “Absolutely.”
Volt’s chuckle is breathy, his arms wobbly. “You know you’re always welcome to take a seat, darling. Might be more comfortable.”
A corner of your mouth turns up, and your lips purse a touch. “Noted. I just,” you sigh as a brow raises, “couldn’t look away.”
“Hm,” Eddie hums. “A satisfying sight?”
“Very much so.”
They groan when they separate and right themselves on the bed, their eyes still not leaving your gaze. “Volt,” he says as he runs a hand through his hair. “I wonder if they feel a bit left out.”
Volt’s white eyes widen in understanding as he rakes his gaze up and down your body. “Do you, wire? Feel left out?”
You shuffle your weight on your feet. “Maybe a little.”
“Then maybe you two ought to play our game,” Eddie wonders. “So I can see for myself just what a sight you can make.”
Lucky you - they know exactly what you need.
They know how much you love when they give it to you.
eddie x volt x g/n reader. rated e. wc: 700 words.
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Eddie made you something new.
Eddie, on top of being a fine handyman, is also fairly crafty.
His proficiency with manipulating wires to his whim had led to the creation of some beautiful projects - your insulating gloves that allow you to hold Volt’s hair, a pair of earrings from some spare copper, a new mic stand for Volt. The love and care he pours into his workmanship is always so apparent, with every detail calculated and determined.
His newest creation is no different.
A silver gaze across your body makes your breath hitch, and silver fingers on your cheek make you flush.
“They’re stunning, Eddie,” Volt’s voice makes you throb, makes your bent knees ache on the mattress. “You never cease to amaze me.”
“Hm,” Eddie hums. “Do you like them too, wire?”
As he says it, his fingers wrap around the copper chain by your stomach. It’s intricately woven, flexible yet strong, and it connects to the two clamps that pinch at your nipples.
They’re fashioned from old breaker switches, Eddie told you. He added a bit of cushioning so the plastic doesn’t sting your skin too much, but the pressure is there all the same. It reminds you of the way their teeth will bite at your sensitive skin, then roll your hard nipples across their tongues. They like to take one each, but every now and again they’ll occupy themselves with both, a mouth around one and another between two fingers.
Every second the clamps press down on you sends jolts through your veins. Your nails claw at the sheets by the sides of your legs, and you swallow down a moan.
Eddie tugs again when you don’t answer. You swear that, even though the clamps aren’t metal, you feel a heat rising within them at his touch. “Well?”
You nod, your brows arching in a silent plea for mercy as you lean closer to him. “I love them, I love them, I do.”
Volt’s fingers slide under your chin, tilting your gaze up to him. “You always look so divine in everything Eddie gives you.” His white eyes flit to Eddie, who is still gazing so adoringly at the way your skin flushes across your chest. “May I darling?”
Eddie hooks the wire in the crook of his finger and passes it to Volt, never taking his eyes off his handiwork. He takes it, gently, testing the feel of the chain between his index finger and thumb.
“I wonder,” he mutters, just as a few small sparks dance along his knuckles.
You’re sure of it this time - the clamps are growing hotter on your skin, radiating through your body like the warmth of a candle’s flames. Your jaw falls open, and your knees quiver - you press your hands down to hold your weight steady. “Volt -”
“How does it feel, darling? Is it working?”
Fucks sake, is it working.
“Fuck yes it is,” you say, almost with a laugh. The corners of your lips are turning up at their own volition - your body can’t fight just how amazing it all feels. Eagerness, need, is coursing through your veins just as like the electricity Volt gives you.
“Mm,” he muses, biting his tongue between his teeth. “Good.”
He wastes no time before pulling, hard - you’d stumble if it weren’t for your position, but you yell out his name all the same.
It only makes them both laugh, in their own ways. You almost miss Eddie’s little huff before he brings his fingers to his lips, running the tips over his chin and mouth. He’s contemplating something, studying all the new tricks this new toy can do. For all of you.
“I quite like this,” Volt says through his chuckle. He twists an inch of the wire around his finger, and you groan at the tension it creates. “Just little tugs, and we have you right where we want you.”
You bite at your bottom lip as you consider your next words. “And where do you want me, then?”
Eddie curses under his breath at the same time Volt’s smirk deepens.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head with a rock of Volt’s hips, forcing himself deeper into you still. The sparks from the ends of his hair kiss at the skin on your shoulder. “Just an absolute slut for us, aren’t they?”
“Mm.” Eddie flicks his titanium eyes over your expression, studying all the ways your face has scrunched up, how close your brows are, how new tears well at the corners of your red-rimmed eyes. “You want even more, don’t you?”
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