heh.. hey twin… you already know who it is… heh… what if you wrote some… google nsfw hcs..
i think his parts are swappable [im kinda a slut like that /ref] and google pussy has been on the mind…. i miss my wife
I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK!!
A Human's Touch
Requests open, not cross posted anywhere. content warning// Plot what plot/no plot, slight demeaning language(?), mean Google, Oral/eating pussy (Google receiving), slight descriptions of a pussy, Reader has hair.
When you came home from work, you didn't expect to find your android on your bed. He sat there, legs crossed, fully... nude? It wasn't the first time you'd had sex with the android, in fact you'd go as far to say you were in a romantic relationship with him- and he'd say the same. But he'd never really... Been so forward with his approach.
It didn't take long for him to beckon you over, pushing you when you tried sitting next to him. He wanted you to sit on the floor? Sure...
"So... What's this about sweetheart...?" You look up at him from your spot on the floor. One of your hands rested on his ankle, soothing at the synthetic skin.
"You will not speak." His tone was authoritative, and maybe a little irritated. "I waited for you."
"Sorry, I was-"
"I said you will not speak." He cuts you off. It's not unusual for him to get an attitude, or for him to tell you to shut up, but the way he speaks- and the fact that he's nude- sort of.. turned you on?
"You were late from returning home and left me waiting." He crosses his arms and scowls at you. "You will repay me for that. I was going to be nice tonight, but I guess you don't deserve it."
You were about to ask what he was talking about, but you quickly cut yourself off when he uncrossed his legs. Where his dick attachment usually was laid a vagina. What the fuck.
"I wanted to give you a treat, but your tardiness has ruined my mood." Google uncrosses his arms, reaching out for your head and grabbing onto your hair. The grasp is anything but nice as he yanks your head closer to him.
He glares down at you as you rest your head on the edge of the bed, resting your cheek against his thigh.
"You will be good." The way he says it more like a fact, and you know better than to go against his word like that. "Now go on." He tugs your hair again, pushing you up against the bed more and up to his vagina.
Shit, you weren't going to pass up the chance, you did always love when he was in charge anyways.
Gently, you adjust your position and rest your hands against the inside of his thighs, the synthetic skin smooth against your palms. With one last look up at him, being met with the same scowl as before, you lean forward and dive in.
You admire it for a moment before your tongue pushes up against his pussy, his thighs slowly press against your head in response. It doesn't take long for you to start putting your all into going down on him, pressing your face into him as much as you could so your mouth could cover him as much as possible. There wasn't any bush, which was probably for the best, but it left something to be desired, not that you would tell him that. He'd probably smite you for even bringing it up.
The more you tongue and mouth at him, the more reactive he gets, even going as far as letting out a deep- guttural moan when you take the time to kiss at the clitoris. Sure, you knew he was reactive all the other times you've fucked, but never so much like he is now. It was wonderful and turned you on more that you ever thought it could.
As you tongued at Google's pussy and kissed over him gently, he continued to pull you closer by the hair and squeeze his legs around your head. The deeper you go the more he moans and pulls you closer. It's weird, licking and mouthing at synthetic skin, but the more you do the more you like it, lube dripping from him like it's supposed to imitate precum. It's almost addictive, scratch that, it is addictive. It only motivates you to push yourself up further into him, so close that your nose is practically buried in his pussy as much as your tongue is. His thighs are tight around your head now, like a nice pair of earmuffs, and his hand in your hair has a tight grip, but he's no longer pulling as much.
There's a barely audible "fuck" from him, his legs pressing as much as they can against your head, and you take it as a sign that he's close. More effort is put into you eating him out, paying a bit more attention to his clit with kisses and tonguing at it. It seems to work pretty well, as he gets more vocal. Groans and curses slipping from his voice box and he's biting on his lip a little. He's so human at times, it's odd to remember that he isn't.
With one last push of your tongue into his pussy, he throws his head back with a loud "Fuuuuck" as he tries to hold your head in place, artificial cum gushing out from him and onto you. Your face is covered in it, even as you try and get most of it in your mouth, but with how tightly his legs are locked around your head you can't pull back to do so very well.
A minute or two pass after he finishes, leaving you smushed against his pussy for a while before his systems calm down enough to remember you need to breathe. His legs slowly pull away from your head, sweat from you against his synthetic skin causes it to pull off like leather on a hot day. His hand in your hair lets go, and you sit back just a little, breathing heavily to try and get some air back in your system.
If Google were human, he would be shaking, but he isn't. He stares down at you as your hands rest on his knees, your head resting against one of them as you catch your breath. He's already recovered.
"I suppose you were..." He pauses, narrowing his eyes at you, if only you knew he was admiring the artificial cum on your face, "Satisfactory."
You let out a little huff of a laugh, looking up at him with a smile.
"I'm happy to be of service." You mutter, closing your eyes for a moment. Your hand on his other knee moves off to start wiping off your face of the mess you made.
"Good. You should be." He says all matter of factly. "Then you equally be happy enough to clean me up." His legs spread just a tad more, showcasing you his pussy dripping, the bedsheets under him equally messy as your mouth.
The silence was pregnant; you go from staring at him to back as his pussy. He stares down at you still, eyes unwavering.
"Well?" It's an expectant tone.
Without a word, you push yourself off his knee and back in-between his legs, right back into his pussy for another round.
