BrainPOP (Behind the Scenes)

Sexy Tim and Moby

I wrote like half of this with my bf and just finished the rest pls for legal reasons this is completely satire.
Also, listen to I Wanna Be Yours while you read this I'm sure it'll get you in the mood.

(This is also posted on my ao3 account under the same username so it's mine, just posted on a different website <3)

Tim and Moby worked at their day job tirelessly. They made videos for BrainPOP informing and educating young children about many different topics. They loved interacting with kids who are interested in their job, and some people were so confused as to how a robot and a human could work together so well. Their personalities complimented each other perfectly, like two different pieces of a puzzle fitting snugly together.

It was difficult to get through the daily lesson they had to do. It was something about volcanoes and how they function from what Tim could remember. He didn't really pay attention and wasn't properly engaged with the topic anyways, as he had a different type of emotion on his mind. Shit. Tim was in heat because his idiotic self forgot to take his suppressants. Now he had to deal with this burning sensation all over his body, and ultimate-level horniness. It didn't help that Moby was sitting right there. Just the thought of his sexy, lucious, robot body had him wet with slick. Tim trembled and shivered beneath the desk in pure arousal. They were still recording! Would Moby find out?

With those wild thoughts of Moby ravaging him during their recording session, he hadn't realized that Moby clearly already knew about his heat. Tim's delectable sexy body was making it difficult for Moby to hold back. Little did he know, his scent mercilessly filled the studio. The aroma filled Moby's robotic nostrils and clouded his mind. They'd barely been able to concentrate with all of the stifling tension and desire that surrounded them. They felt as though volcanoes were the least of their priorities now.

"Will we keep recording, Moby? I think we've done enough today," Tim leaned towards his sexy robot lover, voice leaking with apprehension and desire to be ruined then and there.

"Beep boop beep bop. (Why? Is there something wrong?)" Tim quivered at the innocent response Moby gave with his deep sexy voice. If he could read minds, Moby would punish him for such unholy thoughts and desires. Luckily for Tim, he wanted it like hell and doubted he could hold out much longer; definitely not for the length of a BrainPOP video.

"Bop beep boop bep boop bop beep. (Oh, I know exactly why you asked that, naughty boy.)" Moby's beeps gained a seductive edge towards the end of his hushed sentence, and it sent chills down Tim's spine.

Tim could feel even more slick pooling out of his hole, now starting to drip down his thigh. A large blush began to spread across his face, cheeks burning.

"What might that be Moby?" he tried asking, an attempt to not completely submit to his desires just yet.

"Beep boop bop beep bop beep beep boop bop beep bop boop boop beep. (You already know what it is. You started your heat didn't you? The video can wait, get on the bed right now.)" Moby said with such desire, making Tim's legs tremble as he made his way upstairs to their shared bedroom while Moby was putting all of their recording equipment away, getting ready for a night of fun with his lover.

Tim had already begun to strip himself, and by the time Moby walked in, Tim was naked, and his slicked hole was causing the lubricant to slide down the back of his thighs, threatening to reach his ankles. Tim whimpered when he heard the sound of 'items' rattling in Moby's big strong muscular robotic arms.

"Beep boop bep bop beep beep bop boop beep bop whirr. (Hello my little omega darling, are you ready for my knot?)" Moby couldn't hide that his system was heating with desire and lust for his little and squeamish omega, so he let out a warning whirr. Moby didn't know if Tim could get any sexier, but he knew he needed to see his toy cry and whine before he would give Tim what he really wanted.