Erotic short. Bear goes home with a cybernetically enhanced butch.
NB/NB, rated E, 2k. Commissioned by Bear Blue. Featuring cybernetic enhancements, breeding kink, dirty talk, size difference, large insertions, objectification, humiliation, mild dub con, rough sex, struggling, some tears, implied overstim.
When Yvo slams the door behind them, it rattles in the hinges, and the understanding of the strength they’re working with makes Bear’s body tremble, makes a shiver run up their spine and their breath hitch in their throat. They’d known as they’d seen Yvo across the bar, seen the muscle tone in their arms and the smear of black oil on their worn jeans, smelt the oil too, that they’d want this tonight — they’re an engineer, they work in the mech yard and get elbow deep in the mechs and the androids, piece them apart and repurpose their parts, mod them, reconstitute them.
They mod themselves, too, on top of being involved in the local modding community, where everyone mods each other — Bear’s seen a lot of the cybernetics and enhancements out there, has felt kind of an itching for some of them, but they haven’t delved into it just yet. It had taken them years to decide on their first tattoo, to actually get that “Fresh peaches!” sign on their hip with the arrow pointing around to their ass, and while they’ve gotten a few more bits of ink since then, cybernetics would be yet another choice.
Flashbooks for picking tattoos are hard enough, with so many choices available, so many vibes, aesthetics — cybernetics are another thing entirely. Change your body shape, your abilities, pick up x-ray vision or a new voice or telepathy, make yourself taller, let yourself jump higher, run faster, breathe fire —
How the fuck are they meant to choose from all those options?
Yvo’s got a few fucking cool things in place — they had a plate in their skull from when they were very young, from a bad head injury, and so they’d taken an old hearing aid and modified it into a different cybernetic, one that let them tune into radio stations and wi-fi or whatever. They’d hooked it up to some nearly microscopic implants in against their ear bones, let them hear without anyone else being able to, and later on they’d hooked it in with some lens implants too — ditched their monthly contacts for self-correcting lenses, added in some additional colour vision, a zoom-in function, even a display for when they need it surreptitiously.
They deepened their voice a little, changed the pitch — Bear wouldn’t have been able to tell they hadn’t had that just from their hormones if it weren’t for the fact they’d made the implant visible at the base of their throat, a metal chunk that shows dark compared to their collarbones, to the silver studs that run in parallel to them. And of course — they’re stronger than another human might be.
So much stronger.
“You’re cute, aren’t you?” Yvo asks as they advance on them, and Bear feels a hot flush burn in their cheeks as Yvo grins and shows their teeth. At the back of the roof of their mouth, they can see the green glow of the cybernetic at the base of their throat, the light shining up and into their skull. When it’s dark and they have their hood up, their eyes and their nostrils and their mouth all stay lit, so you can see them. They’re butch, round-cheeked and kind of round jawed with scattered stubble on their chin and neck and lower cheeks, have hair that’s dark and cropped short and has just the slightest curl to it, and fuck, but in this moment they’re the hottest person Bear’s ever seen. “Just begging to be devoured.”
“Gonna devour me?” Bear asks as they stumble back, scrambling out of their clothes and kicking them off as hurriedly as they can, and Yvo laughs again and grabs them by the waist, tossing them back onto the bed.
It’s easy as anything for them — Bear isn’t exactly light, they’re shorter than Yvo is, fatter, and they have a squarer jaw but rounder shoulders, aren’t as densely built as Yvo is, they don’t think. There must be so much muscle they can’t see underneath their skin and Bear can already see so fucking much of it, can see the tone and shape of it whenever they clench their fists or walk forward.
Bear is thrown back onto the bed as though they weigh nothing at all, and they laugh in a breathless, painfully aroused way, feeling the heated blush sink down from their cheeks and warm their chest from inside, feel the tingle and heat in their cunt as they get wetter, as their cock gets so hard they can feel their fucking heartbeat pulse through it. They’re glad they splurged on a solid wood bed that could take restraint and hard rides, because on the cheap thing they’d had years ago, they’d have probably broken the boards.
They’re so wet they’re fucking dripping, can feel the slick on their thighs, and they keen from low in their throat without even thinking about it, without giving themselves permission, as Yvo unbuckles their belt and drops their jeans, and their cock falls forward.
It’s the same black and silver as their cybernetic pieces and the other silver studs they wear — along their collarbones, over their navel, one piercing their eyebrow — and it’s fucking huge.
Yvo runs a hand over their cock, and Bear feels themselves salivate as they see the wetness bubble out of the silver-and-black cockhead of it — it’s similar to flesh cocks Bear’s seen before, played with before, has the same shape, a blunted head, a slight upward curve to it, even texture from faux “veins” along the shaft, and then at the base are textured pieces, layers of rings. Bear can already imagine the feeling of them, the drag and pull against their pussy, against their cunt lips. As Yvo strokes it up and down, they see the green light run through it, and they shudder, feeling themselves clench around air.
“Fuck,” they whimper. “Fuck, I don’t know if I can, if I can take that, that’s so big — ”
“You can take it,” says Yvo, and pushes them back on the bed as they climb up on their knees. Bear falls onto their back and heaves in a fluttering gasp as Yvo’s hands come up under their knees and push them up in line with Bear’s shoulders —
And then slides their cock home in one harsh movement.
Bear howls, pinned underneath Yvo’s bulk and their strong arms and their mammoth fucking cock, feeling like they’re being cleaved in two and also feeling like they never want it to stop, pain and pleasure overwhelming them in harsh, burning waves.
“That’s it, that’s what you’ve been asking for all night, isn’t it?” Yvo asks, and chuckles as they start to thrust and shit, fuck, yes, fuck yes, Bear can feel the drag against their pussy just like they thought, the wonderful edge of the base of Yvo’s cock, the texture of it making their brain go numb and their head spin. “For me to take you home, fill you with my cock, and use you until you’re moulded to the shape of me?”
Bear whines, their head dropping back into the pillows and their hands gripping and tightening at the sheets underneath them, wondering if they’ll tear. Wondering if they’d tear if Yvo was doing it — if they’d tear if Bear had mods like theirs.
“That’s it,” Yvo murmurs, and their voice is lower now, intimate, and yet still so fucking wonderfully cool. Their breath is tickling over the side of Bear’s neck as they lean in closer, nip at their ear and make them jump and then tremble in their place, their legs spreading wider as Yvo presses their knees in line with their shoulders. “That’s it, that’s it. You’re the perfect little cocksleeve, aren’t you? Nice and tight for me, good and obedient, sensitive.”
Bear can hardly breathe, can’t focus enough to string two words together as Yvo keeps pumping into them, their powerful thighs letting them piston deep into their cunt again and again and again, bumping right up against their cervix and it hurts but it’s the perfect pain — it’s weird and too-deep and sends an electric thrill through the whole of their body, winds them, makes their skin sing like they’ve been zapped.
“And you’ll be even more obedient when I get you pregnant, won’t you?” Yvo asks, their voice directly in Bear’s ear, and Bear jumps underneath their bulk like they’ve been actually electrocuted, feeling their cock fucking lurch. They’re bucking their hips as best they can in their limited position, shuddering with the pleasure whenever they successfully grind it against Yvo’s belly. “Be a good little breeder for me.”
Yvo slaps one of Bear’s tits with their palm, releasing one knee to do it, and Bear howls at the sudden slap and the stinging, hot pain it comes with, the throb through their nipple and the feedback loop that jumps between their full cunt and their aching cock and their throbbing tit.
“No wonder you’re so horny for cybernetics,” Yvo mutters to themselves more than Bear, and just before the sharp slap of pain lands on their other tit, before the hot pain and pleasure bursts out from the other side of their chest, they realise the ramifications of that, what they mean.
Yvo has enhancements for everything.
It’s not just dirty talk — Yvo really can fucking breed them.
“Wait,” Bear gasps out, feeling themselves clench, feeling their cunt flutter around the obscene weight and thickness of Yvo’s cock splitting them open. “Wait, wait — ”
They try to struggle and shift in their place, try to break Yvo’s impossibly tight grip on them and the bulk of Yvo over them but there’s nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to, not when Yvo’s cock is impaling them and buried in them and so wet and so thick and so there.
“No,” they whine, gasping out the word, and Yvo laughs and leans back.
Bear drags themselves off of Yvo’s cock and it’s agonising, the way they have to pull themselves up by the headboard and they can feel every incredibly thick inch slide out of them, dragging at the walls of their wet pussy. The friction is so good it makes them want to slide back down but they know they can’t do it, can’t, can’t, not when Yvo can get them pregnant — not when Yvo almost certainly will get them pregnant. They feel so hot with the realisation that it feels like their blood is going to burst right out of all of her veins, the understanding that if Yvo pumps them full of cum it’ll take like that, that they’ll be fertilised so fucking quickly.
They’re crawling on their belly to the edge of the bed and Yvo shoves down on the centre of their back and slides their cock inside their cunt again, and now Bear’s crushed beneath them into the mattress, Yvo fucking into them from behind. Bear’s cock is shoved into the blankets and they can’t help but keen and whine desperately at the pleasure of it, at the fucking ecstasy of it, of the sheer powerlessness of being spread on their belly with Yvo pistoning into them, filling their cunt up and filling them up and using them and breeding them. Pleasure crashes over them in wave after wave, their tits crushed beneath them, and when they try and push themselves up Yvo grabs them by the wrists and pins them above their head.
Bear’s cunt clenches, and Yvo groans hot and low against their neck and Bear can feel them coming, feel the cum pumping out of their cock and into them, a hot wet rush that makes Bear scream with horror and terror and pleasure and certainty and ecstasy.
Bear can feel the hot tears wet on their cheeks and their orgasm hits them like a fucking train.
“Perfect fucksleeve,” Yvo murmurs, and laughs hot and rough and low as they keep on thrusting into them even as their cock pumps out more and more cum, thick and warm and heavy in them, so fucking heavy. “With my line of work, darling boy, I know good parts when I find them.” They lean in closer, breath hot on the back of their ear. “And I’ll be using these ones until I’ve pumped everything I can into you. There’s still a lot to come.”
Bear’s tearful moans are muffled into the pillows as Yvo changes their angle and fucks at a quicker pace.
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