Deathstar District

As a proxy, you’re expected to keep your cool, totally professional self all together, even in the most unique of situations. You can’t be a north star if you blink in and out of sight, can you? You’ve survived hollow after hollow, ethereals ten times the size of the bangboo you send in to play as a living talking compass to your customers. And yet, none of the many years of such situations could prepare you for this.

Dating an Intelligent Construct was already a gamble few were willing to take. When cold metal and grinding gears replace warm flesh and blood, it’s easy to feel repelled. It’s unnatural, unsettling to the normal boring human. But you’re not just anyone, no. You’ve decided to keep the Cunning Hares beloved Starlight Knight as your personal lover.

 That is, your personal lover who’s currently humping your leg like a rabbit in heat.

“C’mon Manager, I’ve waited all day.” The sweet and needy hum of your cyborg is like sweetener in bitter coffee, and you spare a glance from your phone to look down at the pitious thing that is your boyfriend. 

The other reason 90% of humanity preferred to have a partner of the same species, was because it was predictable. Easy to manage. After all, you can’t get the surprises Billy comes with, with the average person. The constant need for repairs and top-ups to his metal body was pricey, but your pockets were deep enough to plate him in gold and still have enough to afford anything New Eridu offered. The reward of being such a high-end proxy, the legendary so-called ‘Phaethon.’ 

A certain pressure against your shin drags you back into reality, Billy’s face pressed against your knee, and if he had eyeballs, they’d be glazed in tears. Mockingly, you reach down to tug his head away from you, fingers grasping him by the white tufts of his hair, exposing his throat just slightly. 

Apparently, that was the right move to make, throat cables flexing as he swallows, a soft moan leaving the cyborg. 

“Manager…” He pouts, all breathy, and his hips twitch against your foot. 

“If anyone should be complaining, it’s me.” You raise an eyebrow at his pathetic stance. He’s almost entirely naked, shirt and bold leather jacket stripped. 

His belt is askew and loose, unbuckled purely from the amount of desperate grinding he’s done on your sneakers to get some kind of friction to the obvious heat between his legs. There’s a growing wet patch between his legs that stain his jeans like a filthy truth, knees parted to splay himself all over you like a true dog desperate for his master’s bone. It’s almost cute that despite the debauched image he’s presenting himself in for you, he still has the audacity to feign innocence. 

“I didn’t know,” he whines, wriggling in your grasp, but there’s no real strength in it, as if he isn’t fighting the hold you have on his hair at all. “I swear, I was thinking for the best! And Lighter said to wait for you, so I waited.” 

You drag your eyes over his figure, unimpressed. Billy’s in absolutely no state to be denying you, after everything. Especially in this state, nearly entirely undressed and curled up around your leg. 

“The best.” You drawl slowly. 

“And the best seemed to have been installing a drive that would increase your heat instead of suppress it?” 

See, Billy wasn’t just any mech. At least, not at the moment. The idiot had gone and got himself a virus a while ago that made him so hungrily, insatiably horny every now and then. It was almost like some sexy form of a menstrual cycle, kicking in every month and not leaving until he gets his desired serving of a dicking down. It was a little funny at first, and you were never one to deny breeding your favourite cyborg, alongside Lighter. You three had even found something of a fix to this temporary issue, until they could get the bug out entirely. It was simple. Go to Enzo, pick up a little extension and make sure it’s installed properly in the mech in question. 

Somehow, Billy had not only managed to fuck that up, but make it do the exact opposite of it’s original effects. 

Now, you’re no saint. You adore listening to Billy beg to fuck every now and then and doing exactly that. Sometimes, if you’re feeling it, you’ll even watch him bump purses with Lighter when you’re feeling extra freaky and lazy. But this month, you’d been jam-packed with commission after commission, and with Billy being your only form of security, you had specifically told him to make sure he keeps his head on straight for at least a week extra, until he gets his current commission finished. 

Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen. 

You had come home rather late in the evening, drenched in sweat and carrying your things back home after a long, long day, only to find a whimpering Billy in your bed, palming between his legs and nuzzling against your pillows. 

And now here you were. 

Billy inches closer, now fully covering your foot with his pelvis, hips bucking down in an attempt to chase a hint of release, and you can feel the dampness of his jeans, the twitch of his arousal beneath the starchy cloth. It almost makes you break and give him everything he needs. Almost.

“Poor you.” You croon, your hand finally releasing the grip on his head, threading through the white waves of hair and settling at the nape of his neck. “If it weren't for the fact that it cost me a leg’s worth of dennies for that stupid hard drive, I’d feel bad for you.”

..You did, but you weren’t going to admit that just yet.

Billy makes a pitiful sound that’s halfway between a moan and a whine, leaning into your touch, and you do your best to ignore the heat that stirs in your groin at the simpering display of desire and affection. 

Gently, you push Billy off of you and away at an arms reach distance. He whines and tries his best to cling, but eventually stills, fidgety and clearly still very horny. 

“Until you tell me exactly how you managed to screw up this bad, I’m not fucking you.” You’re not usually mean. Heck, you love to spoil your sweethearts. But you had been working yourself to the bone, and this was really going to set back your work schedule. You deserved to be petty about this. 

Billy opens his mouth, but before he can speak, you raise a finger to silence him, wagging the digit in the air. 

“Ah, one moment.” Readjusting yourself momentarily, you lean back into your chair and look towards the door of your bedroom. 

“Lighter, come in now.” Your voice changes, from deadpan and gravelly to sweet. 

The door creaks open, and like the good boy he is, the champion of the outer ring steps in, eyes flickering between Billy’s shivering figure on the floor to you, calmly sitting cross-legged at your desk. 

You swivel a little closer to Lighter as he enters, a simple and innocent smile on your face that betrays the sin stirring in your mind. 

“Billy here’s been having a bit of trouble following simple directions, so I think it’s up to you and I to give him a demonstration, hm?” 

Lighter blinks, and you can see the gears shifting in his head. It’s nothing obvious, no glimmer in his eyes or movement on his face, but his ears get just a bit pinker. 

“Sure, proxy.” He hums, and you beam up at him.

“Good, very good. Strip and take a seat.” You pat your thigh casually, as if you’ve announced an order for coffee instead. 

And like clockwork, Lighter casually slips everything off, studded jacket and black jeans slipping off to accompany where Billy’s clothes had been tossed aside. When his fingers come to pull at the scarlet scarf around his neck, you click your tongue.

“Keep that, actually. The sunglasses too.” 

God knows why he wears them indoors, but he manages to pull them off with a charm you’ve grown to enjoy.

Lighter’s eyebrow arches curiously, but he doesn’t question you, leaving the shades and scarlet garment around his neck loosely and shifts to seat himself on your lap. He’s casual with it, but polite. Legs swinging over to straddle you because he knows that’s just how you like it, and his half-hard cock bobs slightly with the movement of it. He does his best to ignore his own growing arousal, and you give a pleased hum when he settles against you. 

You waste no time, one hand holding his waist to steady him while the other comes to palm at his cock, and Lighter jerks a little in surprise despite seeing it coming, a sharp intake of breath at the first stroke against his shaft. Billy, who’s practically vibrating on the floor from how much arousal is radiating from him, hasn’t taken your eyes off of you once. He hasn’t even paused to glance at Lighter, who gives an appreciative moan into your neck when you thumb over the slit of his cock. It beads a pearly drop of pre-cum in response, and with a few more heavy pets, it’s standing at full attention, just as eager as its owner. 

“Proxy,” Lighter breathes, shaky slightly. 

“Manager-” Billy cries, high pitched and crackly from the floor, and you hush him instantly with a click of your tongue. 

“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” The words are spoken flippantly, as if they don’t make Billy wilt a little, and he tucks his legs together as if trying to bundle himself and his arousal into himself. 

Despite himself, he only makes a small, pitiful noise that sounds almost like a weak whistle of a kettle, and Billy obediently silences himself. 

“Good boy.”

Both of them react to the praise, Billy shuddering on the floor whilst Lighter arches into your touch, a breathy whine escaping him as your hands pick up the pace on his cock. 

Lighter is nice and thick, not too long, but the amount of pre he always spurts makes up for it. Some would call it messy, but you love how responsive his body is to you, weakly spilling milky white over your knuckles as you stroke, and he’s begun to thrust up against the fist-shape your hands have made in tandem. The rhythm is filthy, the sound of wet skin slicking against each other and his low moans filling the room while he makes a personal fleshlight out of your hand. 

The champion in your lap twitches, spine arching up all pretty at a sudden squeeze of your fist against his weeping member, cries pitching higher, and he writhes a little in your lap. You can tell he’s close, but he’s holding himself back, or at least trying to, waiting until you give him the word to come. 

“Billy.” You finally say, and the cyborg jolts as if he’s been electrocuted. While he’s got no blood to get him blushing, his face is lit up with a soft glow, his signature way of blushing, and you notice he’s been not-so-secretly grinding against his own hand that’s been shoved down his pants. 

Billy’s eyes stray between your hand roughly pumping Lighter’s flushed cock to your relaxed eyes, your posture still slack and leaning back in your leather swivel chair like you don’t have two feared killers begging for a slice of you. You’re fully clothed, yet these two are nearly entirely nude and soaking their panties. It should be humiliating, but Billy just fights back pants and moans of his own at the sight of you getting Lighter off. 

“You want to tell me what happened with Enzo’s stuff?” You speak low and soft, like you’re speaking to a little puppy that’s accidentally peed on the carpet. 

Your puppy whimpers in response, buckling over slightly, and he crawls towards you, metal knees hitting the floor and scooting towards you. On your lap, Lighter grips your bicep tight, riding up the short sleeve of your tee,nails digging crescents into your bare arm. He’s shaking, just slightly, like the hum of an airplane in the distance, but you know he’s desperate for release, barely holding on with the way you’re sinking your thumb repeatedly against his slit. Your hands are almost entirely soaked, and the scent of sex is heavy in the room as Lighter whines something like a plea into your ear, eyelashes dotted with moisture and a drip of saliva sliding over his chin.. 

It’s the picture of sex. 

“I put it through my computer, because I wanted to know what was in it.” Billy blurts, and he looks like he wants to touch you, Lighter, to touch both of you. He instead claws at the wooden floor, metal fingers leaving light scrapes across the wood, something you’ll look at fondly with the memory of all this in the future. 

As for your own hands, they speed up in pace against Lighter’s cock, and he can’t help himself, lurching forward to bite into your shoulder to stifle the mewl building up in his throat. 

“And I- I forgot to close it, and I guess while I was doing my own stuff, it could’ve gotten transferred over. I dunno, I was drunk.” He says miserably, and you can’t help but laugh at that. 

“Lighter, you can come.” You say, and Lighter lets out a muffled wail against your collar as he does, white ropes of thick cum spurting from his tip and over your fist. Some of it manages to splatter against the arm rest, and most of it lands on your shirt. When he’s finally spent and gently slumping against you, you offer Lighter a gentle kiss to the temple before signaling him to get off. 

“Leave your scarf.” You murmur, and he gently shucks it off, getting as little of his spend as he can on it. 

“I’ll draw you a bath in a moment.” You mumble between kisses, lapping the excess saliva off the corners of his mouth and giving him another soft kiss to his nose before letting him go, and he makes a soft grunt of acknowledgement, eyes softening at your affection. 

When his footsteps finally fade, you turn to look at Billy, poor sweet Billy who’s on his knees still and looking up at you with wide hazy eyes. 

There’s heat radiating from the construct, a subtle sensation you can feel from the steadily climbing temperature of your room and even through the cloth of your pants, from where your legs are just a few inches away from the cyborg. His thighs are trembling, and suddenly his hand and knee position on the floor makes much more sense. 

You reach your hand out, the one covered in Lighter’s white seed, and gently clean it off with a spare napkin. Then, you pick up the scarf and curl your fingers into a beckoning motion. Billy doesn’t hesitate, practically scrambling towards you like a rabid animal, but unlike before, this time he doesn’t immediately get to grinding against your foot. 

You tie the crimson cloth around the construct’s neck like a makeshift collar, tugging for good measure and taking immense pleasure in the way Billy has to lean uncomfortably forward to follow the motion. He nearly topples headfirst into your lap if not for your second hand coming to nudge under his chin and guide him to look up at you. 

“The next time I ask you to do something, you’ll do exactly as you’re told, understand?” Your voice is unthreatening, but firm as an anchor, and Billy nods at lightning speed. 

“Yes, please, I promise Manager. I won’t do anything out of your orders, I didn’t mean to mess up, I-” Your foot gracefully sweeps under him to press right between his legs where it’s practically soaking, and his voice breaks off into a whine full of static. 

“Manager-” 

“Off.” You nudge at his belt with your toe, and Billy wastes no time in practically tearing off the remnants of clothing on him. 

All while he’s wrestling off a sneaker, you stand and bend down to pull him up onto his feet in one grand motion, his shoe rolling off to the side as you do so, and he’s like a big lanky metal cat when you dispose him onto your bed, belly up and slightly disoriented. All that’s left on him is his boxers, which you peel off with little dignity to expose the treat beneath. The cloth’s completely soaked through, and when it’s off, you can’t help but breath a slight chuckle at the slight. 

For a combat model, he’s incredibly advanced. You know for a fact that even for an outer ring desert-dweller, they don’t exactly come packing with what he’s got, but by the ethereals are you thankful. 

His cunt is soft, made of a kind of silicone that’s somewhat squishy when you apply the right amount of pleasure, and it molds to the touch it receives, or more specifically, the shape of your cock. Whatever self-lubrication system he’s got is working overtime, pussy lips glossy from the amount of slick oozing from the slit, and it twitches as you openly admire him. 

“Don’t stare.” Billy wheedles, hands coming to paw cutely at your arms, and when you let him go to undo your belt buckle, you can practically see his pussy pulse with anticipation as the tent of your erection is finally freed from the combines of your pants. It unfurls with a lewd fwop, heavy member sticky with your own arousal, and you palm over it in self indulgence. You hadn’t gotten to touch yourself once throughout the whole ordeal of Lighter cumming in your lap or when Billy had so cutely grinded on your foot. 

You yank at the scarf-collar before Billy can get his hands on your dick, and he practically wails with deprivation, but takes his hands back. 

“Just sit back, pretty.” You coo, hands tucking beneath Billy’s knees and folding him into a more vulnerable position. His hips face you, cunt twitching from the sudden exposure to cold air, and he shudders, another whine trilling out of him. He’s so warm, like a toasted oven, and there’s puffs of hot air venting out from Billy’s faceplate. He writhes a little, hips desperately trying to buck up towards you. 

“You’ve waited long enough, haven’t you?” His legs come to perch up on your shoulders, kneecaps sliding close to your ears, and you rub his thighs in comfort, big hands cupping the metal plates, and Billy practically sobs as you lean down to lick a long strip up between his legs. 

His slick isn’t exactly flavoured, but it doesn’t taste like nothing either. An unspoken sweetness that’s hidden within it, the way vodka tastes when you really get it in your mouth. You eat him out like he’s your last meal, and you’re on deathrow, and Billy wraps his thighs suffocatingly tight around your head. Not that you’d mind if this is how you go. The cyborg sobs and hiccups as your tongue laps over his sensitive folds, taking your time to map out the shape of his cunt before you really dive in.

“Manager!” He cries and arches right off the covers, and you can feel him clench around your tongue, silicone folds fluttering open to take your tongue in before they’re closing around it tight, like it’s desperate to keep you inside. The hands at his thighs come to grip at his waist, then his hips, and pin him down, rough enough to keep him in place as you have your meal. 

There’s a little nub, much softer than the usual silicone his cunt’s made out of, something special that whatever genius invented knew exactly what they were doing when they did it, and when he finds the sensitive little path and laves his tongue over it, Billy mewls, thighs spasming, and then he’s squirting, spilling over your nose and chin like champagne that’s been popped. 

“...Holy shit.” You gasp between his folds, and the vibration of your voice goes straight to his makeshift clit. 

“Manager,” He pants. “I’m- I don’t think-” 

“You’re a whole lot more sensitive than last time, huh?” You’re musing to yourself mostly, but with the way Billy’s face lights up in mock-blush confirms it. 

“How do you think you’re going to take my cock like this?” You feign a disappointed sigh, pushing yourself up to crawl over him. 

Billy’s hands circle your shoulders, grasping at your back, and he lets out a silky whine when the tip of your cock kisses the hood of his cunt. 

You’re not exactly small, no. The first time you had bedded the cyborg, he had shouted–rather embarrassingly– ‘holy monster cock’ before Lighter clocked him over the head. But it had been a while since that, and now when you nudge against the slick entrance, it eagerly flutters against it. You tap the tip against the sticky wet entrance, watching as Billy bites out little curses and complains, and you distract him with a big wet smooch to that screen of a face of his, before slowly sinking in. 

The reaction is immediate, the stretch of your length making him clutch you like a lifeline. It takes a minute before you’ve bottomed out, balls tapping against the wet surface of his taint, and he’s panting, short little ah’s and poorly hidden whimpers escaping him. Despite his attempt to remain as unaffected as possible, his cunt is telling a different story. It practically throbs with pleasure around you, clenching, then gushing out another fresh wave of slick. If he was warm outside, he was practically searing on the inside. It’s velvety and hot, the cyborgs pretty pussy sheathing you perfectly, and while you try to keep yourself at bay, you can’t help but buck into it.

“Manager, wait, I- ah-” 

His legs find themselves locking around your waist, and what becomes shallow rolls of your hips are now eager half-thrusts, pulling out half way and watching the way his pussy stretches around your length, clenched tight each time you rear back and rippling when you sink back in, the wet resounding smack of skin on silicone. 

It’s easy for you to lose control like this, Billy’s lewd cries echoing through the room as you shift from a simple pace to a pounding one, and if not for his metal skin, you’re sure he’d be bruised in the morning after with the way you’re slipping out all the way to the tip before slamming back into him. Belatedly, your hand comes to roll over the makeshift clit of his, and the combined stimulation of your cock bullying your way into his cervix and the constant rubbing, he mewls your name with a crackle of static, and he’s squirting again, spilling over your abdomen. The clench of his cunt from orgasm is tight, the wet and warm channel squeezing you just right, and you know from the building burning heat in your gut that you’re achingly close. 

Your hips snapping forward with fervour, almost animalistic, and you practically burrow yourself into his cunt as your cock spills with seed, stars and static bursting behind your eyes as you curl forward and clutch the cyborg beneath you close as you fill him full with your come. The legs around your waist tighten, another soft mewl of pleasure coming from Billy at the feeling of being filled full with your seed, and he thanks his lack of ovaries for being allowed to take it raw from you every time. 

You can feel the metal of Billy cooling down almost instantly, the ventilation system coming to a slow, and you gently reach one hand to comb through Billy’s hair. 

A beat of silence.

“Maybe you ought to fuck around with Enzo’s shit more often.” You murmur, giving Billy’s oversensitive cunt an experimental roll of your hips. 

He yanks the cloth leash out of your hands, face aglow and lower half of his body still trembling from impact.

A/N: I originally wanted all 3 of them (you, billy and lighter) going at it but I couldn't think of a position where both of them could be bottoming for you that had billy in the center so I thought to just cuck the poor guy instead LMAO. Oops. I promise I'll do more of them/lighter content in the future.