Billy The Kid Smut | ZZZ

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Cybernetics always interested you. Whether it simply be a small robot or additions to living beings such as animals or humans. The moment you met Billy The Kid, you were all over him. Tapping at his mask, poking at the bolts in his arms. Sometimes, this caused him to jump or yelp due to the bolts connected to his nerves.

You were overjoyed every time.

He agreed to let you study him some more. He found it fun too.

Obviously you weren't going to pry about the reason as to why he had such prosthetics installed, but you did discover that at least 40% of his body was purely machine during your studies. You also never took his mask off because he told you not to.

He claimed it's easier to be himself with it on. You only smiled and nodded. That was very understandable in your opinion!

There were even a very few times you'd gone too far in your tinkering and ended up shocking the both of you. Well, more like electrocuting. But it was alright! You only passed out once.

After some more anatomical observations, you discovered that his prosthetics were perfectly proportionate to his original body. Whoever had done these installations was no dummy that's for sure!

Though, as much as you wanted to view Billy simply as a business partner, you couldn't help but fantasize about... more unprofessional things the more you got to know him.

"Hey, Billy?" You asked one day while you scrawled down a new page header in your notebook. "Stamina".

"Mmmm- Uh-huh?" He sat up more to look at you.

You scooped the notebook into your arms and spun around in your rolling chair. "Obviously cybernetic limbs cause less physical exhaustion and such, but I'd like to test that!"

"Uhhhhh-" he blanked for a moment, the yellow light of his "eyes" flickering to display his confusion. "Oh! You mean like how long I can run and stuff right?"

"Actually, I was thinking something different! Nicole and Anby can barely keep up with you during the missions you all go on, so I already know how you are in the field," you went on. He tilted his head, confused once more.

You became a bit flustered. "Uhm... what I mean is... I was thinking about your stamina... in bed...?"

Now, that really confused the poor guy.

"But I sleep in bed. Why would I be using up sta- OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

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"'In bed' was a metaphor, or whatever, right?" Billy asked immediately after he had practically slammed you down onto the desk of your study. "For, like, 'do you wanna fuck-'"

"Yes, yes, Billy!"

"Right, right! That's exactly what I thought," he said before using a hand to spread your legs apart more and slide his other one down your inner thigh. The feeling of the cold metal of Billy's prosthetic against the plush of your thigh made you shudder.

He hummed to himself before giving your thigh a light, lingering squeeze. In doing so, you got more accustomed to the temperature of his hand. You shifted your hips against his, silently urging him to continue.

His eyes narrowed and he leaned down, situating your leg against his hip and he slid his other hand further up your body. He angled his wrist so that he could push your shirt up as he continued moving his hand up, up, up until he reached your chest.

But he hesitated for a moment, easing off the pressure he was putting on your body for a moment. You looked from him, to his hand, back to him, and blinked.