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「 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 」 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳/𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 ! ⚡︎⚡︎

ART BY ! 「 vystralis on tiktok ! 」

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synopsis: you visit the breaker box, expecting a warm welcome until you were greeted with a deserted club. upon searching, you find volt and eddie in a small predicament — eddie and volt and more than happy with you joining.

pairing: volt x eddie x reader

content, mdni: m/m/f threesome, power play, pwp, p in v, semi-public sex, oral, deepthroat, face fucking, overstimulation, dacryphilia, swallowing, creampie/breeding, double teaming, slapping/light impact play, light choking (consensual), hair pulling, squirting .

wc: 3.6k

a/n: uhhh this is kinda filthy sorraayyyy ..

Silence wasn’t something you’d entirely expect upon entering the Breaker Box this late in the evening.

Your heels clicked against the porcelain floor, elegant as it shone under stage light and the moon pouring through the door. Your hand was swift to close the heavy wood behind you, an audible bang ran through the bar, your gaze washing over the desolate room as you still yourself—unsure.

“Volt?” Your voice echoed through the bar, though you were greeted with mere silence and the slight flicker of light. Your heart began to pick up its pace—it had only been a week or so since Eddie and Volt resolved their electric duplicity. “Eddie?” Rewarded nothing but silence.

You began to search the club frantically, your hands running over bar tables and behind velvet curtains, but to no avail. You bit your lip, looking around for hints; a clue... anything. Upon the sea of tables and stage, you find a small door hidden just behind the bar. Something clicked as your feet moved before your mind caught up, rushing to the door as it read: Maintenance. If this wasn’t an explanation for the flickering lights of the club, then she would be at a loss.

Her hand wrapped around the golden knob, but before she could open the door, she could have sworn her ears had picked up... heavy breathing? Your mind immediately turned for the worse as you swung the door open, only to be greeted by the two men completely entangled with one another.

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.

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