Robots (2005) Reader Oneshots/Stories

🍋When I'm With You | Fender x Rodney🍋

K0ffiii requested: I made an account just to request something lol. Could you do a Fender X Rodney lemon on their first time in the bedroom together? Preferably focusing on the emotional bond between them, but the rest is up to you!!

Requested?: Yes; K0ffiii

Word Count: 2,452

Warnings: handjob, nipple play, creampie, sex joke

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Sexual intimacy has always been a...touchy subject for Rodney. Or rather, a confusing one? Something he never put much thought into concerning himself? However he'd put it, being in a relationship certainly hasn't done much in the way of sorting his feelings out.

He never really knew if and when he felt truly ready for that one pivotal moment in a relationship, his first time with his partner of almost a full year. Fender seemed ready at least; they've discussed the matter a great deal, too. Maybe it was his nerves talking? He knew discomfort was inevitable, especially for him and his position, but that's been the thing holding them back. That fear of pain, something going wrong, hating every minute of it.

Maybe he just needed to turn the thinking part of his brain off. Or at least that's how Fender has comforted him through his overthinking, not to worry about it so much. It's exhausting, and it shows.

Rodney never understood it back then, the obsessive pressure to have "done it" young, his peers and their gossiping whispers had in high school. Instances were few and far between, yet whatever he caught wind of always rubbed him weirdly. Though who's to say he can't somewhat empathize with them now? Particularly the awkward tension, as if he couldn't finally catch a break from that "out-of-place" feeling that haunted him throughout his adolescence. He was too alienated to experience those pitfalls associated with young love, but being a loner gave him all the security and comfort he needed back then. He just accepted his lack of need for deeper companionship and put greater focus on his success, holding out that maybe he'd be worthy enough as an adult. And Fender couldn't have been a better pick.

That devilish charm he had, that confidence; love came more naturally to him. Corny, but just enough to make romance feel more approachable to an introvert like Rodney. Nothing felt out of reach when he was by his side. Fitting together like puzzle pieces, just two halves making up a whole, one they never really knew they'd wanted. "Love" couldn't adequately describe its raw purity.

And Fender always initiated everything, from that first confession of love, the first date...eventually, sex entered the conversation, predictably brought up by him. Rodney just didn't know why something so innocuous would make him worry this much.

But the comforting thing was, interestingly enough, that even Fender was terrible at hiding his own worry despite the advice he gave the inventor. For being a self-proclaimed master of disguise–and having the skills to show for it–hiding away whatever bothered him was not his strongest suit. True, Fender knew more. Hell, long before he met Rodney, he had his own scandalous one-night stand, and it continues as a festering grudge at the hands of the woman's mail carrier brother. But unlike her, he and Rodney had a bond. With her, the experience only provided a temporary kick, but Rodney? All he wanted out of it was for that bond to tighten, not waver. The thought of the slightest mistake, of hurting Rodney, they were the daunting prickles on the back of his neck.

Whatever may be, however they felt, the night was bound to arrive.

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Never had Rodney sped through the gates with such urgency, not since he had managed to barely escape security's claws when he had crashed the Bigweld Ball. Perhaps passersby were his guards at that moment as he narrowly managed to avoid colliding with them, buying himself all the time in the world for what awaited him so direly. Or at least Fender described it as dire; he could be crushed under the weight of a fallen bookshelf and its inventory, or he couldn't get a stubborn jar opened.