SUPER SPEEDY NEEDY BABY✮!
Boothill x Gender Neutral Reader (NSFW) 5.3k words
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Your headquarters sat in the middle of the galaxy within an unassuming spacecraft, unmarked and untraceable. Perfect for those who needed to get mechanic work done on the down low.
All your customers traveled for your services from far and wide. After all, despite your high prices, you did your work to utmost perfection. Thus anyone who couldn't go to a more standard and legal mechanic, would be told to turn to you first. Thus , it would make sense that you were someone who wanted to be perfect in what they did. So you made no mistakes in your work.
Except one. Just a teensy, small mistake. And this mistake of yours visits the workshop a few times every year like clockwork.
“Hey you son of a nice lady! It's me, let me the fork in!” A familiar censored voice appeared over the intercom, to which you had to stifle a laugh.
“Alright baby, just hold on a sec’~.” you replied with a shit-eating grin, cutting off his incoming spew of more censored curses. It was always fun to tease his unusual lingo.
A few taps on the console and the end of your spacecraft opened up to allow the infamous Boothill to dock, standing before you in all his metal glory. Oh that sleek design, if only he’d let you take him apart just for one day!
“Hey Boothill.” you grinned.
“Muddle fudger.” he only replied, one hand on his hip as he stepped towards you. You laughed.
“Come on, be nice now. I'm your ticket out of that synesthesia beacon mishap.”
“Yer’ the reason it's forking like this right now, ya shirtbag!”
“Tomato tomato.” You waved him off before walking towards the repair room, the robotic Galaxy Ranger following behind you.
“I've been studying the copy I made of the beacon from the last time you were here and I think I know what I missed last time. Today, you'll be censorship free, my dear Boothill.”
“That's what you forkin’ said the last time, you son of a nice lady!”
“Now now, don't be like that! You are the guy who decided to steal a beacon from the IPC of all places.”
Boothill grunted, crossing his arms.
“Well whatever, I'm payin’ ya, ain't I?”
“That you are. And I am gracious for your continuous patronage, good sir,” you grinned.
“Fork you.”
As you opened the door to the repair room, Boothill stepped past you and hooked himself up to the many wires, already familiar with the procedures. As he did so, you booted up your computers to run a general diagnostic check on his systems. There had to be no errors before you could finally get to the meat of the actual reason he was here to visit. That damn synesthesia beacon.
A general rule of yours was to avoid the IPC. It made sense, what you were doing was far from above board, and more than half of your income would probably be looted by the corporate bastards if they ever caught wind of your services. But Boothill was… overzealous, putting it lightly. The opportunity to rob the IPC, no matter how little, was a golden opportunity for him. And so he showed up at your workshop with a stolen synesthesia beacon in hand and you just about flipped.
Fortunately, the IPC-stolen-beacon didn't consist of a tracker, so you put it back together and implanted it into the robot cowboy. It should've all been fine, but the moment a “fudge” came out of his mouth, you knew you had somehow cosmically “forked” up.
A lot of time had passed since that incident. Too much time, actually. You were, frankly, pissed off that you had still not been able to find a fix for the synesthesia beacon. Out of all the greatness you could claim, defeated by a mere chip. The IPC's chip, of all things.
But that all ends today.
“Let me just upload the correct data!” You chirped, plugging in a wire from the system into one of the ports on Boothill's hip. Boothill reached a hand to pull down one side of his waistband, exposing the ports in his body, metal subtly reflecting the computer screens in the room.
This was all normal, of course. It shouldn't have been any different. You went back to your computer to supervise the upload and nothing went wrong in the process. But when you walked back over to remove the wire from that same port, the cowboy grunted. You pulled your hands away from the wire, head shooting up in confusion. .
“Muddlefudger…! What did you do this time- ngh!” Boothill spat out, turning red in the face.
“Woah! I didn't do anything!” You snapped back, bending down again down for the cable. This time, ignoring his grunts, you yanked it out. That's when you realized that the cowboy was not grunting. He was moaning.
You looked up at the man, his head now bent over, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open wide. He was slumped over, held up by the large cable running from his back, the one you plug in to keep his power running while you worked on him.
As you scanned his body, partly to confirm whether what you heard was correct, and partly to see if anything else had happened to him to have caused this, you saw the front of his pants had a dark spot in them.
As Boothill's mechanic, you had his full schematics, which meant having the knowledge of whether or not the robot cowboy had the ability to get down and dirty, if he wanted to. The answer was yes, both ways. He had, to put it simply, both a functioning penis and a vagina, minus the actual reproductive qualities of these parts. Why his original mechanic gave him those was not something you knew, though you had asked before. You were cursed out in response, of course.
Unlike the non-mechanical version of these parts however, the robot cowboy had the option to turn them “off”. To put it simply, the man was able to mess with his sensitivity settings, which could control how he felt pain, temperature, and, most relevant to the current issue at hand, pleasure.
As far as you knew, Boothill always had that last part completely shut off. That was that. There was no reason to have information about his sex life. But now that something had gone awry in that department of things, and that your customer had just had an orgasm in your very own workshop, it seemed like you now had to inquire about the Galaxy Ranger's sexual escapades.
“I'm going to pull the power cable out. Do you need a chair?” You asked, straightening up and walking around the robot, placing a hand on the large cable to disconnect it from the robot.
“Why’re ya takin’ it out?” he asked, dubious, breathing heavily through his mouth.
“Do you want to stay standing in that condition?”
You were met with silence, and so you took that as a no and yanked the cable out. Watching Boothill collapse was something you had never thought you'd ever see in this lifetime. And when you walked around again to face him…
The sight of him on his ass, looking up at you with a furious glare while red in the face. That did something to you.
You couldn't help it. You smiled down at him.
“Hey Boothill, baby, did you do anything to your pleasure settings before coming here?”
“T-the fuck you wanna know that for?!” He said back. It was hard to take his threats seriously, what with his legs being spread underneath you and all.
“Well I'm asking because it seems that in the process of fixing your synesthesia beacon, your pleasure settings have… malfunctioned.”
“The fuck do you mean malfunc-” Boothill stopped speaking, face showing his bewilderment as the curse word smoothly rolled off his tongue.
“See? Now, as your mechanic, all should have been fine. This,” you said, pointing down to the dark stain on his pants, “shouldn't have happened. Unless, your settings were different. Get it? So. What did you do?”
There was a moment of silence as you stared the man down. Then finally, he spoke, avoiding eye contact.
“I… I jerked off.”
“When?” you pressed him.
“Before I fucking got here! Fuck!”
“And you turned on your pleasure settings for that?”
“Ugh...” he grunted. You took that as a yes.
“And you forgot to turn it off before coming here.”
Another silence that spoke volumes. You sighed.
“So that's the issue. Usually I'd fix a minor malfunction like this the next time you come to visit but… I guess you can't do any Galaxy Ranger work this way, huh?”
“I'm going to have to run a few diagnostic checks to get this done in one session then.” You stepped back from him and turned towards your systems again.
“Stand up, and take off your pants.”
“The fuck?!” he yelled, finally finding his words. You turned around, arms crossed.
“Do you want this fixed or not?”
The man glared at you, but slowly got to his feet. You smiled with a nod and got back to work.
Eventually, it was all set up on your end. You turned back around to see a red-faced Boothill standing in the middle of your repair room, hands hovering a very erect metal-silicone dick. It was bigger than the schematics made it seem, for sure.
You wheeled over a table that was usually meant for strapping down non-sentient mechs, propped up the back so it resembled more of a chair, and motioned for Boothill to sit on it. Once he did, hands still covering his groin, you brought over a cable.
“I'm going to plug this in. It'll probably feel like it did when I pulled it out.”
Is what you said, but evident by his full body reaction, it seemed to have felt better.
You bit your lip, watching as Boothill threw his head back, a moan escaping through his pursed lips, body shaking at the sensation of you plugging something into one of his ports. Though, despite that intensity, there was no ejaculation.
As you took mental notes over the situation, your nose wrinkled. It was strange trying to be proper while being so turned on yourself. Professionalism seemed almost useless when your very attractive customer was just half naked and splayed out before you.
“Spread your legs.”
At this point, Boothill seemed to have resigned to not saying anything at all, keeping his mouth sealed shut, likely to prevent his moans from escaping. So he did just that, exposing to you for the first time the pussy that was built into his robotic husk. You leaned in to inspect it, maybe a little too excitedly, because Boothill snapped his legs closed again, almost taking your head along with it.
“Fuck this. I don't wanna do this no more.” he began climbing off the bench and you stepped back, pushing your emotions down your throat. No meant no. And though you were doubtful how well he'd be able to function if he didn't get this repaired now, you were not his doctor (though you could argue a robot's doctor was their mechanic). So, if he wanted to go, he was free to go.
Boothill yanked the cable out of his body, clearly using all his strength to suppress his reaction to it, before grabbing his trousers and pulling them on. Then he stormed out of the room, towards his ship, not turning back to face you at all.
“I'll send you a receipt for the repairs today.” You called after him, and all he did was flip you off in return. Which, you couldn't blame him for.
But the sight of the data, his sensitivity settings permanently locked on ultra high, made you nervous for Boothill's well being. How long could he handle it out there before coming back to see you again?
The answer was not long at all. It had not even been a day since Boothill was at your workshop before he arrived at your airlock again. This time, the intercom message wasn't colourful at all, despite his synesthesia beacon being fully fixed.
“Ugh… Let me in… Fuck…!”
When the airlock opened, Boothill stumbled onto your ship, collapsing to his knees with one hand clutching his stomach. And when you walked over close enough to see his face…
Erotic. Extremely erotic. The look of someone who was so sensitive to everything that even the air touching his skin would bring him close to cumming. Aeons, that was so unfair. You gulped.
Being alone in a spaceship had its upsides and downsides. Lack of human contact being one of the latter. It's not like you were needy for it. As a mechanic, it was never hard to use your scraps to make things that would keep you satisfied. But to feel sexual attraction… That was not something you had felt in a long time. Until Boothill became your client of course.
Did the metal body have something to do with it? Maybe the insane mechanic in you was into the robot cowboy because he was partially a robot. Whatever the case, it meant that this current predicament was less than ideal, because the one person you were sexually attracted to was on his knees, begging you to release him.
This time it didn't take much convincing to get the desperate Boothill stripped naked and sitting on that same chair he was last time, legs spread. He was too horny to feel shame now. All he wanted was for his sensitivity settings to be off again.
“I'm going to have to touch you.” you said to him. Boothill spoke back, voiced laced with moans.
“Just do whatever the fuck you want! I need this fuckin’ thing to be off! Please!”
Could he tell your hands were shivering a little bit? You were equally tense and excited for the chance to explore the genitalia added to his metal husk.
You poured some lubricant onto his erect silicon dick, watching the man shiver, and then wrapped one hand around his shaft. At that first contact, the cowboy let out a long moan, head thrown back and hips bucking up into the air. Holy shit.
And then you jerked him off. Slowly at first, your hand sliding up and down, each movement the cowboy groaning and grunting under the sensations, body shuddering and drool dripping from his mouth.
“F-fuck ugh! Can't you just… Ah! Turn it off?” Boothill moaned, probably wondering how a hand job was going to fix this malfunction.
“Unfortunately, the only way to turn it off is to… Release the… pent up energy that is locking your sensitivity settings.” you said. But you both knew exactly what you meant. Boothill had to have an orgasm. But not just once or twice.
You slid your hand again and Boothill let out a long fuck, panting as he raised his chin to look at you. And when he did, you suddenly felt embarrassed.
“Why are you looking at me?” you retorted, taking your hand off his shaft. His response was to lurch his arms forward and push your hands back around his dick.
“D-don't stop.” he said, breathlessly. And in that moment, the remains of your rationality disappeared.
“Fuck.” you whispered, and then you bent your head down and wrapped your lips around his shaft. Boothill's eyes widened.
“What the fuck are you doing- Fuck!” Boothill groaned, one hand instinctively going behind your head, hair tangling between his fingers and he gripped onto your locks tightly. You didn't stop, feeling the silicone dick touch the back of your throat as you bobbed up and down like a starved animal, determined to get him a moaning mess with your mouth. Then you added both your hands to the bottom of his shaft and there you felt it. A warm liquid spilling into your mouth. It definitely wasn't semen, but you weren't sure what it was, though it was surprisingly pleasant. As you pulled your lips off his dick, you stuck your tongue out over your opened palms and let the faux semen substance drip into your hands. Then you walked over to your work station, dropped the liquid into a vial for investigation later, and returned back to him, wiping the drool from around your mouth.
Boothill was staring at you with eyes wide post-orgasm. The attention made you nervous, but also turned you on even more. He was watching you like you were the most attractive person he had ever laid eyes on, and that was so, so sexy.
You knelt back down to be leveled with the slit between his spread legs. With a gentle tap to the inside of his knee, you prompted him to spread them wider, and he did so without hesitation. A tingle ran down your spine. His immediate obedience turned you on even more than before, if that was even possible.
You ran a hand down the inside of his thigh, stroking your fingertips near the opening, now being lubricated by whatever horny mechanism his original mechanic placed in the metal body. If it weren't for the silicon material, you would have believed this was a real pussy with how responsively wet it was becoming to your ministrations. Then finally, after leaving Boothill tense with anticipation over your light touches, you inserted a finger into his hole. Then another. Then a third, and with three fingers you started pumping in and out, his cunt now soaking wet and making lewd sounds as you fingered him.
Boothill was so responsive to everything you did with him. But most importantly, he was loud and verbal, reacting to every stroke, touch, and movement with a grunt or a moan or even a whimper at times when you were being a tease. At one point when you found the area in his vagina that acted as a g-spot, the man clamped his mouth shut to stop himself from yelping in pleasure, but you pulled your hands away, to which he lurched forward at you.
“Don't hide your pretty moans, cowboy.” you said. A furious blush spread on his face, but he relented, and so when you inserted your fingers again and found that sweet spot, you heard every sweet little “ah!” that escaped his mouth. Then you leaned over and wrapped your lips over his cock again.
“Hold on-- Don't do that, ‘m too sensitive!” the cowboy protested, but you just proceeded to intensify your movements. It didn't take long for him to cum a second time in your mouth again, your fingers in his pussy slowing rhythm as his hips bucked erratically. You pulled them out eventually, noting how sopping wet he was. It looked like it was begging to be eaten out, you thought, leaning down to now place your mouth over his vagina and start doing just that. Boothill let out another loud yelp at this, hands flying down to push your head away, but you instead wrapped your arms around his legs, keeping them spread and making it difficult for him to try and escape.
“Ugh! I can't come anymore--urk… Hah… Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” the cute cowboy's accent escaped his mouth alongside whimpers and moans as you worked on his lower lips, savouring the flavour of artificial cum that you swore had some sort of addictive substance added to it — you were devouring it up.
You knew he was getting close when you felt him tense up under you, and that only made you eat him out with more gusto, one hand flying above you to stroke his shaft with a few delicate fingertips as well. You knew by now that the dual sensations drove him crazy.
So for a third time, the cowboy came in your mouth (except this time the orgasm came from the other pleasure organ in his body).
Boothill went limp under you as his orgasm shuddered through his body, and you stood up, wiping your mouth from the mix of all kinds of bodily fluids.
“How are you feeling, cowboy?” you asked, looking down at his body, laying back in the makeshift chair, legs spread, mouth drooling, tongue lolling, and eyes teary from the effect of the multiple orgasms. The man didn't respond, so you waited a bit for him to catch his breath.
“Is it fixed?” he asked after a short rest, though that gruff voice of his still sounded like he was in a daze.
“That is something I'll have to check first.” you said, apologetic about it, almost. As much as you were enjoying yourself, you couldn't help but feel for the man suffering from the uncontrollable hypersensitivity of his body.
Boothill slowly rolled his head over to see what you were doing and the sight of you pulling down cables incited a guttural sound of protest in his throat.
“Hold on… Are ya gonna have to use those again?” Boothill asked apprehensively, voice on edge. You walked over with them in hand and nodded.
“Yes. Sit up.” you said, patting his shoulder. He lifted his torso up, giving you easy access to the two USB ports on his hip, but most importantly, the dock on his back.
“Tell me when you're ready.” you said. Boothill swallowed, and you waited for him.
“I'm ready.”
At his permission, the three cables went into his body and the man hunched over in what anyone else would assume was pain if they weren't aware of the current situation.
“I think that's enough to know that it definitely hasn't been fixed yet.” you said matter-of-factly. But just to make sure, you ran a quick system diagnosis, which confirmed what you thought was obvious.
“Can you handle more, baby?” you asked, making a small joke to lighten the mood, but Boothill only stared back at you a little too seriously.
“Yeah. Keep going.”
You swallowed. This man had no idea what he was doing to you.
“Lay back down. Take a breather. I’m going to go grab some tools.” you said, and Boothill sat up as he watched your retreating figure with a mix of anticipation and fear.
“What the fuck do you mean tools?!”
When you returned, it was with a cart of suspiciously phallic items lined up, and the robot cowboy’s breath hitched at the sight of them.
“Are… Are you planning on using all of those?” he asked, eyeing them.
“Only if you want to, of course. But more sensations will, in theory, solve your problem faster.”
Boothill gulped. Took a visible breath. Then opened his mouth to say a sentence that changed you.
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
And that’s how Boothill found himself with his arms and legs tied up, spread eagle, with a blindfold around his eyes. You were debating gagging that mouth of his, but decided against muting the cowboy’s pretty voice.
You leaned down to whisper in his ear, the proximity of your breath taking him by surprise.
“You ready, cowboy? Let me know if you want to stop.”
Boothill just moaned in response, which made you giggle. He was like putty in your hands, and it was beautiful.
You picked up one of your toys and switched it on near his ear. The man jerked at the sudden sound of strong vibrations coming from the silicon rod in your hand. You grinned, placing the vibrating toy against his chest before sliding it down his torso, enjoying the thought that the metal of his body was likely amplifying the sensations. He was probably feeling it more than you ever would, which was made clear by every jerk, sigh, and groan from his body.
Finally the toy found his pussy, still slick from earlier as you slid the rod over his entrance, slicking it with his wetness, making sure to avoid his shaft, as much as he was twitching to try make contact. Once the toy was sufficiently lubricated, you slowly pushed it into his cunt, watching his pussy lips spread around the toy and the man inhale at the feeling of his needy hole finally being filled again. You took your hands off momentarily, watching the man buck as much as his binds would let him, trying to get further sensation out of the toy.
Eventually, satisfying your ears with his needy moans (but adamant refusal to properly beg you for what he wanted), you put your hands back on the end of the rod and began to pump it in and out of him. Not too fast, pulling it almost all the way back out, and then sliding in again. Then out again, then in a little bit harder. Until you were pumping that thing in and out of him, reaching the back of his cunt, a little white ring forming around the base of the rod as his juices pooled around it. And his voice. His sweet voice.
“Mmh! Nngh… Ha! S-so fast…! Ugh!” he yelped. You were going to slow down, but then you realized he wasn’t telling you to stop. And you noticed his body tense as you kept fucking him with the vibrating toy. So you switched the vibrations on stronger and Boothill let out the most pleasure filled yell you had ever heard, crunching forward in his restraints, a panting and drooling, slobbery mess. His dick was hard and red, it was so aroused and yet the last few orgasms had not been from his cock. It almost seemed painful, you thought.
You were about to reach out and palm it, to give him another handjob while pumping the toy in and out of him, but you yourself were getting wetter than you anticipated being. You haven’t been this horny in like, ages. And Boothill looked so damn good.
When you stopped moving the toy in his cunt, the man let out a whine.
“Don’t stop!”
You didn’t answer him though, shedding your clothes before attaching a metal arm to the toy already in Boothill’s body. That way you didn’t have to fuck him while you were fucking him.
“Are you still there?” Boothill asked quietly, a twinge of fear in his voice. He thought you were leaving him dry. The idea made you smile. Perhaps another time. But this time you had other plans.
You climbed onto the table and straddled over the cowboy, him feeling the movements but not yet grasping what was happening. Then you positioned your already lubricated hole over his shaft and as you sank down onto him, you used the remote control to switch on the robot arm and continue pumping inside of him again.
“Wha- Ugh! Wait!” Boothill yelped, the sudden sensations of both his pleasure organs being stimulated nearly overwhelming him. But then you reached over to take off his blindfold and the previous rowdy Boothill seemed to freeze at the sight of you facing him while bouncing on your cock. But you didn’t care, you wanted him to watch you, throwing your head back with a moan as you got yourself off using the robot cowboy’s dick.
“Oh! Oh my god!” you yelled, feeling his long shaft go deeper than you thought it would. Somehow, despite the dick feeling synthetic, it was warm, like body heat, skin-to-skin contact. You placed your hands on the man’s stomach to steady yourself as you rode him harder and faster, feeling yourself reach your climax. All this time, you felt that Boothill had not taken his eyes off you. But then he tensed, and you remembered that he was also being fucked in his cunt, and his orgasm was already building before this. You wanted to come at the same time as he did, so you bounced faster, unable to hold your whines and moans back as your climax builded.
Then, just as you felt you were close, Boothill sat up and wrapped his arms around you. He held you down onto his dick, bucking into you with superhuman strength and speed, you almost didn’t register that he had broken free from his restraints without batting an eye. Then, his dick started vibrating. Shit. You forgot he could do that. Suddenly you were thrown into a world of ecstasy, drowning in pleasure as the robot cowboy fucked you with what seemed like all, if not a majority of his strength.
“Oh! Oh fuck! Boothill! Ngh!” you screamed as he drove his cock up into you, holding you close in his arms tightly. Then finally, after what felt like an impossible mountain of pleasure building in your stomach, you both climaxed, Boothill shooting a massive load into your entrance.
The two of you stayed there, your head against his chest and his arms still around you, reeling post-orgasm from how intense it was. You had never felt anything like it. And likely neither had Boothill. Or at least you hoped that was the case.
Speaking of cases, you came to reality, slapped in the face with the knowledge of what you were doing, and what had to be done. So you pulled away from him with a string of apologies escaping your mouth. Boothill let you go with a perplexed look on his face.
However, before you could properly climb off the cowboy, he suddenly grabbed you again, leaned forward, and pulled you into a kiss.
“?!” you pulled back in shock, your hands covering your reddening face. Boothill's hand was placed on the back of your head, so the lack of distance between the two of your faces meant you could see how turned on the cowboy was. Red faced, eyes glazed, and panting from the last orgasm. But why kiss you?
Your heart raced. It felt good. God you were so lucky to be able to kiss this robot cowboy… But…
Your thoughts were interrupted by the cowboy’s voice.
“Hey you shirtbag. Kiss me again.” Boothill mumbled. You shook your head.
“You're not in your right mind.” you said, trying to pull away from him. The cowboy let out a frustrated groan and pulled you close to him again.
“I want to kiss you, dense motherfudger.” he said, more gentle this time.
How could you say no?
What started off as a kiss filled with more love and tenderness than you ever thought a kiss with Boothill would have turned into something more hungry, filled with desire for one another. As Boothill's tongue found its way into your mouth you moaned for the first time, and that seemed to only encourage the man, one hand in your hair and the other on the small of your back, holding you close to him.
When you broke apart from each other, you were the only one panting for air. But Boothill seemed to be in a trance, and so were you. That was more than just a kiss. There was something else there. He wanted you as equally as you wanted him.
“...When I said I jerked off before meeting you here, it was because I didn’t wanna get a hard on around you,” he said looking to the side, ears turning red.
“Wait, what?” you asked, pulling away from his face to look at him incredulously.
“...You… turn me on, motherfudger!”
You laughed, but leaned in to give him a short sweet peck on the lips.
“You turn me on too, cowboy.”
And then the cowboy pulled you close to him again, and you were suddenly aware that he was still inside of you as that sensation filled your lower abdomen once more.
He grinned, leaning close to your ear with a sly look on his face.
“You got stamina for round two?”
You swallowed. My god. What have you awakened??
----
“Oh yeah, by the way, your sensitivity levels are fixed now, but unfortunately your synesthesia beacon is back to the way it was.”
“What?! Are you fudging- Oh motherfudger!”
END. ☆☆☆
Also posted on my Ao3 DO NOT repost or use for ai. ai cant match my freak