Frender One Shots

Birthday Present (Fry's POV)

The day started like any other boring Monday -I woke up, reluctantly rolled out of bed, and arrived at work nearly two hours late- but went downhill fast, considering Bender didn't even bother to show up today. I was in the kitchen, innocently trying to microwave a can of Slurm (don't look at me like that, I swear it was a dare!), when someone hit me across the back of my head and I saw stars.

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"Come on, Leela! It's Bender's birthday! What better gift could someone like him get than his crush neatly wrapped up, blushing, and unable to move? Besides, it'll be easy; I'll dare him to do something ridiculous and you sneak up behind him and wack him across the head!"

The purple-haired girl shook her head, resigned to the fact that she'd lost Fry a while ago whether she had wanted to or not, and said, "Remind me to never tell you if someone's got a crush on me."

Amy pouted, "I'm just tired of all the pining! And besides, you can't blame it all on me; for someone who claims to be the "good half," Flexo has some pretty scary ideas.

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I jerked awake, quickly regretting the decision when my head began to throb in pain. I instantly recognized my surroundings; I was at home in the room I shared with Bender! Feeling increasingly confused, I noticed that I wasn't on my bed, but Bender's, wearing nothing but a few ribbons that kept my arms firmly bound and my ankles still enough to the point where walking would be difficult.

My musing was cut short when I heard the door opening behind me. When I peeked over my shoulder and saw it was Bender (why was he just standing there? Help me, damn you!), I was relieved. Finally, someone to get me out of this situation!

I started wiggling around, trying to both talk through the gag and move onto my other side when the plug someone had so rudely put inside of me began brushing against my prostate with barely there touches. I still wanted to be let free, but I was in no way having to fake the noises spilling from my mouth (muffled by the gag as they were), and some small part of me started whispering, You don't really need out though, do you? My eyes closed involuntarily and I had to take a second to just breathe, the side of my head coming to rest back against the cool sheets as a blush spread across my face, started to creep its way down my neck.

After a second, I noticed that Bender still hadn't moved. Stilling my movements, I looked back over my shoulder and watched him, my eyebrows furrowing and eyes (hopefully) conveying confusion rather than oh my god, take me now, because I still wasn't completely certain that Bender would be up for something like that with me of all people.

Imagine my surprise when, instead of getting angry or, I don't know, helping me, a slow, devious grin spreads across his face and he says, "Oh, I must have been good this year; nobody's ever celebrated my birthday before."

I glared at him, but didn't try to speak, too caught up in the fact that he was walking closer and looking at me like I was some kind of fancy new cigar to steal or something. And no, what are you talking about, of course my stomach doesn't feel like I just chugged fourteen straight cans of Slurm and then two cups of coffee! And no, before you ask, it most decidedly does not feel like my nerve endings are on fire and sending shivers racing down my spine.

My eyes followed his movements as best they could as he continued walking closer and sat down beside me. He wrestled me onto my back before having me sit up, the changes in position causing the plug to jostle around and send more liquid fire through my veins and gasps spilling from my mouth. I shut my eyes and could feel just how much my legs were shaking when Bender ran his fingers gently through my hair, tugging slightly as he moved his hand down to my sides and back, finally coming to rest against the edge of the plug.

"Well don't you look all pretty. Who do I have to thank for this most generous gift?" he cooed.

I wanted to be angry, but couldn't. For one thing, I was still a little shocked that this was how my day had turned out. And for another, the teasing prods against the toy made it a little hard to feel anything else at the moment, thank you very much. And if my hips started to rock a little into the movement to chase the sensation, well that's nobody's business but my own.

The cool metal of Bender's forehead felt nice when he rested it against my own flushed, overheated one. I started squirming, unable to stay still or stop the moans from tumbling into the gag when he started edging the toy out ever so slowly. Knowing him, he probably did it on purpose, just to prolong the time I was "suffering."

The toy was eventually pulled all the way out and Bender threw it over his shoulder, only sparing me a second to catch my breath again before he replaced the empty feeling caused by the plug's absence with his fingers. My hips moved unconsciously, pulling them in deeper and eliciting a wet noise from the excess lube left over by whoever had put the toy inside me earlier. My hands twitched, itching to grab Bender's shoulders and yank him closer to me, make him move faster goddamn it, do something, anything to help with the feeling racing through my veins, down my spine, curling around organs and coming to rest in my chest.

My shaking increased as time went on and I felt as my body screamed for more, lifted itself upwards so I straddled Bender's lap, internal temperature heating up as I sighed, glared at him for all the teasing.

I only got a quick glimpse of his grin and the slight uptick of his shoulders before my eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, and head fell to rest on his shoulder as he jabbed his fingers into my prostate, sending me closer to the edge and making it harder to keep my mind grounded. The only thing I noticed through the haze were my own panting breaths and the metal of his body that seemed to slowly get warmer as I breathed, the sound of gears stuttering before speeding up.

I relaxed, resting the entirety of my upper body against his, giving in to his ministrations, moving my hips to match his pace as best I could.

He blew air against my ear, causing me to shiver and tighten my eyes even more. But seconds later a purposeful poke had them flying open, my head lifting and back bowing as I cried out.  My breathing began to even out after I rested my head back against Bender's shoulder, hips moving languidly as I came down from my high.

Bender's fingers left my body, his hand finding my chin and moving it to where I was looking him in the eyes. His thumb gently moved across my cheekbones, occasionally drawing little binary patterns only he could understand.

I was left dumbfounded again when he grinned, cupped my face with both hands, and declared, "I'm never letting you go, Fry. I love you too much for that."