do robots dream of electric sex?

imagine holding a really powerful vibrator on mettaton’s heart. he squirms and whines and pushes back against it, it feels so good, it feels so goddamn good, go on, push harder, he wants it–and he comes all over himself, sticky and pink and sweet

but you don’t take the vibrator away

if anything, you turn it up and press harder and he fucking wails, god, he’s too sensitive and overstimulated he can’t even deal with it. but you’re not letting him go. you want to watch him fucking ruin himself. and he does, because he doesn’t have a choice–he just comes over and over and over and over, endless merciless cycle of messy desperate overstimulated pain and pleasure, he’s screaming and babbling incoherently, he can’t decide if he wants it to stop or if he wants more and his voice is glitching so hard he can’t form words any more

you keep torturing him like that until he’s so exhausted and low on battery he’s just shuddering through one weak shaky orgasm after another, drooling pathetically while smoke pours from his vents because he’s so close to overheating

ex on his knees between neo’s legs, teasing him with kisses on his thighs and telling him he’ll use his mouth on neo’s pretty little cunt if he’ll just ask nicely

neo is squirming and his hips keep twitching against his will, he really fuckin wants it but hes doing everything he can to not make a sound, not let on how desperate he is for it

and then ex leans in and presses his soft lips against neo’s clit, a barely-there kiss