Frender One Shots

Birthday Present

Bender meandered down the street, pick-pocketing an old lady before she could notice. Hey, it's his birthday after all!

Anyways, Bender was working his way towards his and Fry's apartment because he had gotten a text.

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If you make it home early, you'll find your birthday present wrapped and waiting in the bedroom.
You're welcome~!

He had to go home; how could he ignore that?

Walking in to the closet, Bender made his way through the living room to the room he and Fry shared. He opened the door and abruptly stopped short, processors desperately trying to process the image in front of him.

It was Fry. Lying on his side in the middle of the bed. Tied up with ribbons. Naked.

Fry looked over his shoulder towards the door when he heard it open, watching Bender enter the room. Looking relieved, he started struggling and tried to talk, but was stopped by the makeshift gag in his mouth so all that came out was muffled noises.

But the more he struggled, the more Bender thought he heard faint gasps and groans, only supported by the fact that Fry's eyes would close momentarily after they occurred.

Seeing Bender wasn't coming forward to help him, Fry stopped moving and watched.

But now that Fry had stopped moving, Bender could see the ribbons looped tightly around Fry's forearms and wrists, his ankles also bound together behind his back. A plug positioned against his prostate. An absolute picture of prettiness, given the situation.

A slow, devious grin spread across Bender's face.

"Oh, I must have been good this year; nobody's ever celebrated my birthday before."

Fry glared at him, once again unable to speak through the ribbons stuffed in his mouth and secured around his head with a lovely bow at the back.

As Bender walked closer, Fry craned his neck upwards to follow the movement.

Bender had Fry sit up and face him, jostling his body as he tried to position him more comfortably. Fry moaned as he was moved, eyelashes fluttering as his eyes closed.

Bender ran his fingers through Fry's hair before moving them slowly along the length of Fry's sides and down his back, only to press ever so slightly against the edge of the plug.

"Well don't you look all pretty. Who do I have to thank for this most generous gift?" Bender asked, knowing full well Fry couldn't reply. But it was fun seeing his aborted attempt to look angry as he continued pressing against the toy.

Only Leela had concrete evidence that I have a crush on Fry. But I don't think she'd give this up for me...But that's a question for another time.

He pressed his forehead against Fry's, slowly pulling out the toy just to feel Fry squirm and hear the delicious, albeit muffled sounds coming from his mouth.

When it was all the way out, Bender threw it behind his back and replaced it with his fingers, causing Fry to cry out and buck his hips forward. His hands were twitching, whether to try to pull him closer or push him away Bender didn't know. But he wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste.

So he moved his fingers around, purposefully slow because he could tell it was putting Fry on edge (he was right, Fry felt like his nerve endings were on fire).

Fry pushed himself forward and lifted his upper body upwards, straddling Bender the best he could, and glared at Bender as if to say do something, goddamn it.

Bender grinned again, but obliged. He jabbed his fingers against Fry's prostate repeatedly, watching him squirm and feeling his legs shake against Bender's own.

Fry's eyes were closed, eyebrows scrunched together, and his head had dropped to nestle against Bender's neck. As he gasped, puffs of warm air would hit Bender's neck and cause his processors to spark pleasantly.
His optics were half closed now, and his hand had sped up to the point that Fry was almost constantly moaning and rubbing up against Bender. He had completely relaxed and given in to the ministrations.

Bender blew air at Fry's ear, causing him to shiver and close his eyes tighter.

Seconds later, Fry's eyes flew open, his hips moving faster on Bender's fingers, and he cried out. His head fell forward onto Bender's shoulder, hips now moving languidly as he got his breath back.

Bender removed his fingers and grabbed Fry's face, making Fry look him in the eyes.

His thumbs moved softly back and forth across Fry's cheekbones, Bender giving Fry a moment to gather whatever wits he had and breathe more normally.

Watching Fry come down from his high had Bender grinning once again, and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm never letting you go, Fry. I love you too much for that."

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Who do you think left the 'gift'?
Was it Leela, or someone else?