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Neon Overload
🕑 Added 2025-03-30 15:27:07 +0000 UTCThe scene: a dimly lit Netrunner hideout in Night City, neon flickering outside. Rebecca’s sprawled on a chair, legs kicked up on a computer console, her signature green twintails bouncing as she smirks at David. He’s pacing, frustrated—she’s refusing to hack into the system unless he plays her game.
Rebecca: “C’mon, choom, you’re all talk, ain’t ya? Bet you can’t even handle me. One spin, that’s all I’m askin’. Fuck me right here, over this console. Prove you got the chrome to keep up—or you just gonna stand there, limp-dicked and poutin’?”
David: grinning, eyes narrowing as he stops pacing “You’re fuckin’ insane, Becca. You think I can’t please you? I’ll have you screamin’ my name so loud the whole damn street hears it. Step up or shut up.”
Rebecca: hops off the chair, sauntering over, her petite frame buzzing with defiance “Big words, edgerunner. I dare ya—bend me over this junkheap and try. Ain’t no way you’re fillin’ me up or makin’ me tap out. I’ll be laughin’ while you’re gaspin’.”
David: grabs her by the waist, spinning her around with a rough tug, pinning her hips against the console “Keep talkin’, shortstack. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be beggin’ me to stop. No help with the hack ‘til I’m done with you.”
He yanks her shorts down in one swift motion, her neon-tattooed skin glowing under the flickering lights. She arches her back, throwing a wicked grin over her shoulder.
Rebecca: “That all you got, David? C’mon, I ain’t feelin’ shit yet. Bet you bust in ten seconds flat—pathetic.”
David growls, unzipping his pants and pressing himself against her, his hands gripping her hips tight. He thrusts in hard, no warning, and she gasps, her bravado cracking for a split second before she bites her lip and pushes back against him.
David: “That’s it, huh? Already shakin’. Thought you said I couldn’t handle you, Becca. Who’s laughin’ now?”
Rebecca: panting, voice dripping with sarcasm even as her body betrays her “Oh, wow, you got a dick—congrats, choom. Still ain’t impressed. Harder, or I’m—fuck—gonna fall asleep here.”
He smirks, picking up the pace, slamming into her from behind. The console rattles under her, screens flickering as her hands scrabble for something to grip. Her taunts turn into sharp moans, though she tries to mask them with curses.
David: “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Keep runnin’ that mouth—gonna fill you up ‘til you can’t talk shit anymore.”
Rebecca: half-laughing, half-moaning, her voice breaking “You’re—ngh—dreamin’, asshole. Ain’t no way you—oh fuck—gonna make me—shit, David!”
He doesn’t let up, driving into her relentlessly, one hand sliding up to grip her twintails like reins. She’s a mess now, thighs trembling, her bravado crumbling as he pushes her over the edge. He feels her tighten around him, and with a guttural groan, he finishes deep inside her, the first of multiple creampies spilling into her.
David: breathing hard, smug as hell “Still think I can’t please you? Look at you—fuckin’ wrecked. Ready to give up yet?”
Rebecca: slumped over the console, dripping, voice hoarse but defiant “F-Fuck you… that’s… one. Ain’t done—gonna need more than that to—shit—break me.”
He chuckles darkly, pulling her hips back and thrusting in again, not giving her a moment to recover. The console sparks as her hands claw at it, her moans turning incoherent. He fucks her silly, each round leaving her more undone—another creampie, then another, until she’s a shuddering, overstimulated mess.
David: “Say it, Becca. Say I win. Or I keep goin’ ‘til you’re leakin’ me for days.”
Rebecca: gasping, barely coherent, a weak laugh escaping her “Alright, alright—fuck—you win, you bastard. Can’t… can’t take more. Now hack the damn thing yourself, I’m… done.”
David pulls back, grinning victoriously as she slides off the console, legs shaky, glaring at him through sweaty bangs. He zips up, smug as ever, while she mutters curses under her breath.
David: “Told ya I’d fuck you silly. Now sit there and look pretty while I handle this.”
Rebecca: flipping him off, still catching her breath “Asshole… better make it quick.”
