Kinktober Day 26: Sex Robot ft. Yandere!Android
content: gender neutral reader, NSFW, your android partner accidentally infects himself with malware
He should’ve known better.
A flashy website adorned in low-quality graphics, with a blinking font containing buzz words about making your crush love you back…not only was it a probable scam, but the kind of trickery meant to lure in technologically impaired humans. A ridiculous, futile attempt when the recipient was a flawlessly logical Android like him.
And yet…a nonsensical kind of curiosity kept prodding his mind. Whenever he looked at the colorful advertisement, he couldn’t help but picture your face. There wasn’t any what if. He was certain the promises sliding across the screen were false, impossible, implausible. Nonetheless, he clicked with haste, baffled by his own action.
Then everything went black. Metaphorically speaking, of course; he wasn’t truly disconnected from his systems, but merely pushed aside by cheap malware that ran through his networks, attempting to take over. To no surprise, the website was indeed a scam, and he’d now gotten infected with a rudimentary virus. Nothing a quick scan wouldn’t fix. He just needed a minute-
Wait. Why was his body moving? He stared in surprise as his feet inched forwards, a confident step in a familiar direction that filled him with dread. He was – against his very will – heading towards your room. What was this damned virus trying to do? How far would this deplorable fraud go? He tried to access his vocal cords, so he could at least warn you of his humiliatingly helpless state. Except, some entirely different words rolled out his mouth once he encountered you.
“You know what would help with your stress,” he said with a foreign smirk, “some real good sex.”
You nearly dropped your files, gawking at the synthetic in utter disbelief. Had he been replaced by some erotic model, mistakenly shipped to your office instead of some underground pleasure dungeon? You didn’t have time to ponder the possibility, as the android nonchalantly slammed the door shut, then turned you around and over your desk. You felt your trousers being pulled down with the kind of skillful touch a seasoned human would have, not an artificial assistant created to solve police cases.
Moments later, you were tightly gripping onto the edges of your working surface, trying to keep your moans to a discreet volume. You felt your face growing hotter with each thrust, as the android kneaded your hips and whispered lewd compliments into your ear.
Just as you came all over his mechanical member, you heard a beep. At last, his defense systems managed to stop this pornographic madness, and he could regain control over his own body.
“Ah, so that’s what happened,” you hummed in surprise, cuddled into his lap.
He took notice of your relaxed and unusually affectionate conduct, wondering if all you needed was the occasional copulation. Fascinating. His train of thought was interrupted by a notification:
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