T-800 Endoskeleton (Terminator franchise) x reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut.
Context/AN: This is a fic idea @xxcyberwraithxx came up with that I absolutely had to write, so here it is!
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Art credit: @xxcyberwraithxx
It's always been about the contrast for her. It had struck her the first time she'd seen him, a looming figure in the swirling dust, like the heroes of the old movies she'd been told about by older members of her faction, when she'd seen how truly imposing his structure really is. Every inch of him hard and rigid, yet he is totally supple and lithe, his frame huge and intimidating as he'd come to stand over her, gleaming scarlet eyes scanning her body. In that moment, she couldn't stop herself from comparing them: soft, vulnerable flesh covering a brittle skeleton of bone, fragile life flowing beneath equally as frail barriers so easily broken by intrusions something like him would never need to worry about. She hadn't been able to stop the rush of arousal at the mere thought of what he would feel like under her touch, cold against hot.
It had transpired that cold gave way to hot upon contact. Brushes of icy, near-sharp metacarpal tips down her bare, heated skin only left her hotter than before, presses of cool pelvic plates against flushed hips leaving burning desire in their wake as the cold components of a cybernetic thigh produce waves of fiery lust at her aching core. Pleasure follows every touch of his metal against her skin, ripples of need forming under the caresses and curious strokes, each contrasting sensation heightening her need for more. She moves over his thigh, sliding her hot sex over his cold leg, moaning at the feeling of his smooth metal on her sensitive clit.
His hands never remain idle, tracing patterns of electric impulses beneath her skin, learning every secret her body has to offer, totally enraptured by the human in his arms. At one time, he'd told her (in that robotic, simulated voice she found so alluring) that he could feel exactly when he did something that aroused her further, and the knowledge of his active search to bring her the pleasure she so craved only brought his goal closer. Every impulse from her skin registers on his CPU, positive input setting off the ingrained need for the completion of new objectives: feel this woman come undone beneath his touch. Visually, he'd also found that he received positive satisfaction of objectives from the sight of her baked body in his arms, soft breasts pressed up against the hardness of his chestplate, sex moving over his limb in such a manner that he finds compelled to help her rock back and forth.
One of his hands finds its way to her breast, chrome fingers closing over the heated flesh, gripping it lightly as he receives auditory confirmation of pleasure in way of a sharp moan. Electricity sparks under her skin, telling him exactly what he needs to know, his other hand moving to repeat his actions on the other breast. Panting and writhing in his grip, she leans into him, arching her chest into the cool touch of the cyborg, face pressing against the collar plate of his chest cavity. Her palms slide up over the smooth metal of his chest plate, one slipping down to his spinal component, before creeping up towards his energy sources. Warning signs flash up on his HUD, but he ignores them in favour of the near-completion notification he receives instead. Pliable fingers brush over his heated internal components, flinching back from the warmest, pressing tightly against more bearable ones, pleasure flooding her system at the comforting heat of the cyborg.
Reading the signs he knows well, the cyborg slips one hand up to her head, icy fingers scraping lightly over a heated scalp, tilting her face back to reveal her neck to him. As always, his visual sensors illustrate the most vulnerable points of weakness, the digital feedback directing him to the very artery he wishes to find. Leaning in closer to the sound of gently whirring hydraulic joints, he brings his skeletal face as close to her skin as possible without touching her, only to let the exposed enamelled teeth of his jaw skim over the moistened skin. Goosebumps spring up under the touch, a throaty whine of need tearing itself from her as she arches her back and rocks down onto him harder, the sensation of his teeth pressed against her vulnerable neck sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, exciting her further.
Her chin tilts back down and suddenly his sensors are picking up new signals on his skull: gentle presses of lips. Instantly, tactile information floods his system, positive impulses overwhelming his CPU as he realises that she is partaking in the human act of "kissing", a form of affection he has often observed and wondered over. Small flicks of her tongue accompany a few of the kisses, tasting over the harsh metal of his cranial plate, a moan leaving her at the lingering taste on her palate. He knows what she must be tasting: metal, oil and various chemical compounds not meant for human consumption. Lifting his head from her neck, he places one hand at her hip, moving her quickly over his thigh as she leans forwards and presses her soft lips to his teeth. Once more, flickers of input spark through him, his jaw opening to allow her tongue to lick at his teeth and inner mouth. Under his fingers he can feel her natural charge starting to rise, every pass of her clit over his thigh bringing her closer and closer.
Their bodies slide over each other, warm flesh against cold metal, each receiving the release they crave, pleasure and input amounting quickly within them. As one, they both reach a head, completion registering on his CPU and HUD as a broken scream of euphoria is drawn from her parted lips, her body pressing against his as electrical impulses fly over her body, hips moving erratically, arousal leaving his leg slick and sticky, every muscle in her body tense and rigid now, fingers clutching at his hip joints and chest plate. Breathing heavily, she leans her head against his shoulder, hips still moving over him, the technician's pulse pounding as her pleasure abates into warm bliss, tension leaving her body.
Her head slumps further, ecstasy still racing through her veins as she comes down from a towering height, breathing deep and heavy. She is exhausted now, her body ready to give way to slumber in his hold, listening to the gentle thrum of his energy source, and the mechanical whines of his joints moving as he caresses her supple body., but she knows she needs to move. Her clothes lie nearby, the blood-red scrap of fabric she's come to dishonour atop the pile, reminding her of where she needs to be. Against the wall beside it, she can also see her gun, the weapon she is supposed to turn on the being that just brought her to overwhelming pleasure.
It has always given their encounters a certain excitement for her, the idea of how detrimental it would be if she was found with her cybernetic lover, the secrecy lending to the heated passion of each meeting between them. She has no idea if her cyborg friend has divulged their secret, but she finds she doesn't care so much, certain in the knowledge of his immediate protection if anything were to happen.
He helps her get dressed, fleeting brushes of chilled fingers on her bare skin reminding her of what transpired minutes before. No one had any idea these beings could show humane behaviour and mean it.
