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Killdroid’s head stings, she slept for way too long. She silently curses herself for letting her guard down so much, but when she thinks of Badware’s arms, she can’t help but miss the feeling of being wrapped around them.
She stumbles towards the kitchen and pours herself a glass of water.
Devesto hums and digs in the fridge for his sandwich, a late night snack.
"Wearing Badware's clothes, I see." He speaks up. Killdroid’s ears perk up at the sound.
"Shut up, Devesto, before I put you six feet under."
"Hah, don't be so uptight.”
”You wouldn’t dare. Especially with what you’ve developed with her, now.” The man lets out a laugh, closing the fridge's door. "Have fun with her, but don't be too loud.”
”Artful and I can hear you." He smirks and walks away back to his room. Killdroid pauses for a little to decode whatever he said. She lets out a 'hmph' before bringing the glass back into Badware's room, taking a few sips on the way there.
"Finally back?" Badware chimes, head looking up at the door opening and shutting.
"I was only away for two minutes and thirty-four seconds." Killdroid blinks, “Not that long.”
Badware rolls her eyes, arms spreading wide. "You and your semantics...Hurry up, I wanna cuddle already!"
Killdroid pouts before setting the glass to the side, landing right into her arms. Badware's hands are rubbing her head and cupping her face.
"My beautiful Killdroid...my precious little thing..." Badware sings, voice saccharine, tantalising, and teasing as ever. "What would I ever do without you...?"
Killdroid's face flushes, she lets out a pitiful whimper that lights something in Badware up.
"You're the best, aren't you? Just the cutest and prettiest thing my eyes have ever laid on. So intelligent and lovely, your movements so agile and smooth...You're perfect to me."
Killdroid purrs, face digging and nuzzling her hand. She was Badware's and only Badware's.
Killdroid had to admit it, showering her with compliments and praise were indeed what got her weak. It wasn't a secret, actually. After every double trouble round win, whenever her teammate commended her for her work she would just slightly light up a little.
Compliments were something that she always wanted to hear from her creators, after all.
"My perfect little droid~" Badware hummed.
It was pretty funny that Badware even got into a relationship with Killdroid, it started off...terribly.
In fact, they HATED each other's guts. Originally, Badware was pissed that there was another person well-versed in engineering, in fact, someone BETTER than herself. She wanted her gone. She remembers attempting to intimidate Killdroid to scare her off but she would rarely falter. Choking her, destroying her Killbots, taunting her, nothing really worked.
When their banter slowly became borderline flirting rather than insulting, their dynamic wasn't the same. Badware has the records of their conversations playing in her mind as she plays with Killdroid's tied up, jet-black hair. She thinks it was when Killdroid and Artful were relishing in their double trouble win that things turned around. Badware saw the way Killdroid sang when she got back to her room, walking with a pep in her step after Artful complimented her Killbots and aim.
‘Hm, that's...interesting.' There's no way Killdroid was interested in Artful, she was never impressed by his silly magic stuff......Badware doesn't believe that Killdroid is hiding a crush either, she's more perceptive and Killdroid wouldn't be stupid to go for that pathetic man.
Huh.
Badware feels herself getting...pissed at the thought. That's strange.
Badware enters Killdroid's room, following her but the other girl who usually picks up on the smallest changes in the environments is still distracted.
"Good job on that win." Badware speaks up, Killdroid jolts and the screwdriver in her hand clatters on the floor. Badware is amused and lets out a 'hah'. Her ears flop forwards. "Must say, your Killbots are always so efficiently built, spectacular work." Her ears straighten, Badware tilts her head, examining all of Killdroid's features for any change.
Killdroid's eyebrows raise slightly, her eyes look away from Badware, her fingers pick at her shirt's sleeves, her cat ears flinch, her tail flicks near the end.
"Thanks...?" Killdroid is suspicious, but praise is praise, even if it's from Badware of all people. "What brought this up?" Killdroid asks, curiosity pecking at her as she works on fixing up her Killbots on her table. She knows Badware is up to something.
"Mmm~ Nothing." Badware finds herself comfortable on the couch in her room. "Just think I've caught onto something interesting. Maybe you don't know about it yourself, actually....." Badware watches her tail wag, a smile creeps onto Badware's face.
A wave of silence, only disturbed by the metallic sound of light hammering.
"You're very pretty."
Killdroid stills.
"What?"
Badware stares intently at Killdroid's tail wagging. She wasn't telling a lie, either. The girl was gorgeous. Tanned human flesh adorned with healed scars that were fading away, hair tied up messily, strikingly tight, red clothes that hugged around her body sweetly, metal body parts polished and so intricately arranged, she was rough around the edges, and yet it was as though she was carved from pure marble—maybe she was a statue a famous artist made that came to life—a porcelain doll—or maybe Badware was just a pervert.
Badware waves Killdroid over, she hesitated but she puts her goggles and tools away before standing in front of Badware. "What do you actually want?" Killdroid sighs, tail lowering. Badware furrows her brows at this, hand touching the furry part and stroking it gently. Killdroid backs up, puzzled. "What the hell do you want? Speak before I kick you out of my room." Badware stands up, cupping Killdroid's face and she instinctively nuzzles into it. Neither of them expected that response. Killdroid steps back, hand grasping onto her face in terror.
"Get out." Her other hand points to the door, embarrassment all over her face as her tail puffs up.
"But you—"
"GET OUT."
After that, Badware would tease Killdroid every chance she got. After a round? 'You did awesome!', passing by each other casually? 'Cute outfit today.' Badware would giggle to herself at the other's reaction. Her tail really did her no justice, and Badware had to have her all to herself.
...Now they were here.
"Cute..." Badware flips Killdroid around so that Killdroid's back was on her now, she whines at not being able to nuzzle her face into Badware's hands.
Badware's hands start moving down to her chest.
"Perfect little droid..."
Killdroid pants, biting her lips trying to hold back her moans as both of Badware's hands play with her chest, squeezing the muscle, Killdroid has a whole view of everything; her hands visible through her clothes. "J-Just take my clothes off already." She shakily begs, head turning towards Badware. Badware feels a spike of energy from seeing the other's face, her eyes are glazed over, half-lidded eyes accentuated by her furrowed brows as she begs for more. Dear god, she doesn't want anybody else to have her.
"Don't let anybody else see you like this, or I don't know what I'll do to them." Badware huffs out. Killdroid, confused, murmurs something unintelligible. "Only for me...My Killdroid." She positions the both of them to sit upright now, Killdroid in her lap, tail swishing around aggressively.
Badware removes her hands from Killdroid's chest, they were soft and pillowy, a nice distraction, but she has to take care of more...important things.
Badware hums, taking off both their clothes until she gets to Killdroid's soaked panties.
"Cute...so cute."
Killdroid looks away, burning at the comment.
"…Please shut up.”
Badware grins, "Unfortunately for you, I don't plan to shut up. You're never getting rid of me, droid." Killdroid whimpers and calloused fingers press on her cunt, still clothed. Hot breaths hit Badware's neck, "Excited, hm?" Killdroid gives a measly nod.
Badware hugs her tighter, "God you're so cute, don't know what I'm gonna do with you..." she sighs, looking at the ceiling. If Badware looked at the other girl right now, she really might just go insane.
Killdroid snuggles in deeper, cheek rubbing on Badware’s jaw. Her tail thrashes at the lack of movement.
“Badware?” She inquires, waiting for a response. She looks up just to see Badware, flushed and gritting her teeth.
Oh.
She chuckles softly, before propping herself up a little, shifting herself to sit on Badware’s chest, back facing her face. She makes a few kitten licks on Badware’s clit.
“Fffuck…” Badware sets her arms on Killdroid’s ass, squeezing them while Killdroid goes down. While Killdroid is lapping at Badware’s cunt, Badware can’t help but be distracted by the high-waving tail in front of her.
Out of curiosity and…kind of just wanting to feel its texture one more time, she tugs on it.
Killdroid immediately perks up, then has her head fall on her own forearms. “W-What the hell is your problem?!” She huffs out.
Badware thinks back to the first time she touched it. “Do you…not like it?”
Killdroid hesitates before speaking. “It’s just…weird.”
“Well…I won’t touch your ears or tail if you don’t want me to, droid.” Badware hums, thumbs now rubbing at Killdroid’s entrance.
“N-No. It’s fine…just…warn me beforehand.” She huffs out defeatedly. Killdroid wants to say ‘it’s only fine because it’s you’ but the sentence puts a sour taste in her mouth—kind of cringey, she thinks. She’s sure Badware gets what she means, though. She always has.
Both of their tongues insert into the other’s pussy, both semi-fighting for the other to get more pleasure than them.
Badware is a little more vocal than Killdroid, whenever either of them moan, the vibrations instantly shoot up their spines.
“Mmm—Tastes so good.” Badware licks her lips. She peppers kisses all over her, then her entire mouth wraps around Killdroid’s cunt again. She feels it twitch, which puts a smile on her face. Killdroid’s hip twitches, thrusting down a little onto Badware’s face with each movement—she’s still distracted on Badware’s pussy herself, it’s so soft. So, so, so soft. She wonders how it’s possible for flesh to be this soft and delicate—it was akin to a petal on a flower. She feels giddy on the taste.
Badware eventually stops licking.
“Good kitty, aren’t you? The sweetest one I’ve ever met.” She coos.
She inserts her fingers, curling it, spreading her digits apart and gives Killdroid praise. Perhaps that could earn an interesting reaction out of th—
Killdroid’s hips stutter, and she can only look away in shame.
Badware cocks her head, stifling her laughter before licking at her mouth.
“You came just from that?”
She makes Killdroid sit up, facing her. She averts her gaze.
“Hey, it’s okay…You did good.”
Killdroid whines at Badware, pouting before going back down onto Badware’s pussy. She is frustrated by the other’s ministrations. So focused on Killdroid but never letting Killdroid focus on her. Her tongue’s tip hit her clit, wrapping around the sensitive bundle of nerves, making sure she puts pressure on the bud.
Badware grunts, hand rubbing on Killdroid’s ears, grazing the tip of them makes them flutter and twitch, which gathers a lot of Badware’s attention to it, actually.
“Ffffuuck, I’m gonna—!”
Killdroid props her hands on Badware’s knees, satisfied, she lets out a low rumble, a purr.
Killdroid kisses Badware, a light, small peck.
“Let’s get cleaned up before anything else.” Badware giggles, taking the glass from the table beside them and taking a sip.