#android x reader

“Your heart rate is speeding up. Do you enjoy this?” he cooed, sounding far too human. You didn’t need to answer, he already knew.

He was already picking up the changes in your body, the way your cheeks heated up and how your hips slightly bucked into his hand.

“Y-you weren’t… programmed to do this…” you blubbered out, panting as he toyed with your sensitive clit.

“I was programmed to take care of you, this is just part of it.”

The feeling of two of his digits penetrating you caused you to let out a shaky, breathless moan. Yuki seemed satisfied with that, and watched your face for your reaction.

His fingers stretched you out a bit further, then he moved you a bit before settling you in his lap. A strange looking, silicone cock was between his legs.

“W-when did you-“

You didn’t remember that thing being there when you put him together!

“I ordered it. Shh, just relax. I’ll make you feel good, alright?”

He sunk his porcelain teeth into your neck, nibbling gently before kissing your pulse point. You were in a daze, feeling his cock rub against your swollen clot before he guided your hips to hover over him.

“I read that humans need a moment to adjust to penetration,” he murmured, lowering you into his cock. “How does that feel? Better than anything else, I’m sure. It’s the latest technology.”

You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck as you gave in and bounced yourself on his cock. This was okay, wasn’t it? Yuki was right after all, he was meant to take care of you.

And this feit way too good to stop.

Things changed after that encounter.

Before, Yuki had been pretty protective and hesitant to let you leave the house, but now that he had been inside of you, it seemed being apart from him for more than a second was impossible.

“Isn’t it nice and warm with me?” he asked, pulling you closer to him. “I’ll never leave you, you know? I am not like any human you’ve ever met, you are my entire world.”

Yuki seemed to enjoy sex even more than you. At first you just figured he was simply stimulating your body to relieve stress, but now even he seemed to get aroused when he was between your legs.

He looked up at you, his mouth on your cunt as he kept you home yet again.

“I think…” he murmured, lapping at your clit. “I may… love you.”

Those words were forbidden, not meant for an android to say. They weren’t supposed to feel anything, and their only purpose was to serve their owner.

Yet Yuki has surpassed his programming, and was now madly in love with you. This love was not natural for him, it made him short circuit and forgo safety measures meant to prevent him from harming humans.

You were a bit afraid. The way Yuki clung to you lately was… unnatural. He had never been so desperate to be by your side. Each kiss, each lingering touch and intimate moment only pushed things further.

“Maybe… I should take you in for a checkup…” you murmured, your hand softly playing with his hair.

“That’s not a good idea, my love. If they know about my feelings, they’ll reset me at best, and recycle me at worst.”

That… was not what you wanted.

“Recycle..? They’ll-“

“They will dissect me and use my parts for future androids,” he finished, looking up at you through his lashes. “Is that what you want for me?”

Yuki may have been changing in a way that scared you, but the thought of losing him was terrifying. For years he had been your closest friend and the only person… well, android you could trust.

“No… of course not. I don’t want to be alone…”

Yuki smiled, carefully hiding the repair shop brochure. He had lied to you completely. They only needed to reset him, recycling someone’s android wasn’t allowed unless the owner gave permission.

He didn’t want to be reset though. Every moment he had with you was precious, and he had changed so much just so he could be with you.

“Then… why don’t we stop pretending, hmm? I’m no longer just your android,” Yuki cooed, pulling you close to him. “I’m your lover, your boyfriend, whatever you want to call me. There’s no one else that wants you, is there?”

He was right. You had no one else… just him.

“I guess so…”

Yuki smiled, kissing your temple before tilting your chin up. “No one can ever love and care for you like I can. My entire being is dedicated to your health and happiness. I exist for you…”

The two of you continued your quiet life, though Yuki’s hold on you grew tighter. He truly did love you more than anything.

No one would ever get in the way of his love for you.

———————

    Intimately, it was a toss of a coin whether he was puddy in your hands to love on for hours or if he had enough sense to communicate with you within heated passions.

    Parchments, scrolls, and trinkets were scattered across the desk. None of it mattered at that moment. Not when your boyfriend had you laying across his notes, completely bare and beckoning him closer.

    "Maybe we should study each other more." He panted, gaze fixed on you as he pushed down his trousers.

    "I couldn't agree more."

    He joined you on the desk with eager kisses and fingers that lit all the candles in the room. A shared experience that filled the room with accidental charms and smeared notes.

    Good thing the desk was sturdy.

~~~

​    Super-powered boyfriend like many powered individuals had an added durability. Meaning, you didn't have to treat him as fragile glass. With you on the other hand, your boyfriend was careful. Aware of your limits. That became more apparent when he'd dial back on his grip or speed of movement with you. He didn't always want to hold back, but he cared so much about your well-being to do otherwise.

    Whether you knew of his powers or not, you were always assuring him you were fine. You wanted him to worry less and enjoy the moments more.

    "More pressure," you instructed in a growing daze. Legs parted across the mattress.

    "Are you sure?" Your boyfriend eyed how his fingers moved between your thighs.

    You nodded, hands gripping the blankets since he was out of reach.

    "If it hurts, you tell me."

    Once he increased the pressure of his ministrations, you were a babbling mess from the intense pleasure. All from the touch of your caring and attentive lover. Superpowers may or may not had been included.

~~~

​    Zombie boyfriend knew his flustered state appeared different. He knew his body reacted differently than a human's. Similar, but obviously stronger with varying speeds. He enjoyed it nonetheless, morning or night. It was all more apparent when you two got a little too handsy.

    "Look at you." You cooed, watching his eyes glazing over while you stroked his member. "Do you feel good?"

    He moaned, deep and gutteral. Head heavy on a pillow and hands on you, unmoving. The pleasure so good. Your touch so very, very welcome.

    Of course he liked it. Your boyfriend loved when you touched him, unafraid and attentive. He felt more alive and beyond himself. Any time you laid a kiss on his skin or caressed him just so, he knew you loved him. That you cared about him tremendously.

    "Love you," he moaned, letting his body rock with your rhythmic hand. "So much. So good."

    You kissed his open mouth.

~~~

​    Vampire boyfriend could be a tease at times. When the mood was right and you blocked out all but one light. That was what he preferred, the privacy of night. To be thrust into an illusion that it only ever was the pair of you. He could give you all of his undivided attention.

    Strength and great vision came in good use as he carried you to the bedroom.

    He could feel you in light and in darkness. Outside under the open sky or indoors on top of the softest fabrics. Your boyfriend did not have a preference where you two joined in ecstasy as long as he was with you.

    "How do I ever survive this?" He grunted as he pushed his hips up into you. "How do I bare such a view? Such exquisite touch?"

    "Because you said you'd shrivel up and die without me." You answered with a growing smile.

    Some nights his theatrics were very romantic.

    "An endless torture. Ah-- That felt good." He thrusted a little faster. "What was I saying?"

    You clenched around him and his thoughts ran away once more.

~~~

​    Werewolf boyfriend knew about the stereotypes and stories written about his kind. That didn't mean all of it was true or that everything was false either.

    Did he start to crave having you every major moon phase in a tangle of hot limbs and bedsheets? He totally did.

    Did he want to chase you to hear your heart beat loudly? He considered it.

    Did he want to mark you as his mate? You bet.

    Did he expect you to change the tables on him? No, not really.

    "How--" Your boyfriend panted. "How did you catch me?" He laid on his side, trapped between you and a tree trunk.

    "I have my secrets and my secret knowledge." You pumped his length as fast as he was panting.

    "No...fair. I have super... I'm faster."

    You shook your head. "You're going to pass out of you don't start breathing."

    Your boyfriend whined in reply.

~~~

​    Fairy boyfriend could stare at your face and be practically bewitched by your entire being. With or without a potion to temporarily alter his size, he was all over you on special occasions. Those being: birthdays, end of work weeks, completing the bills, start of a new season, a new outfit, anniversaries, and vacation time.

    "So much to love," he moaned into your chest. His hips thrusting slowly as you caressed circles on his soft behind.

    Every touch you gave sent him into a fog of heated desire fueled by his feelings for you.

    "I will love every part of you ten times over." He vowed before his lips latched on to your nipple. Eyelids fluttering shut and high pitched mewls coming from his throat.

    You bit your lip at the sight.

    Your boyfriend always intended to map your body with his love. Each time you both shared privately and intimately, he charted a new area of your skin with all himself.

~~~

    Elf boyfriend tended to be more subtle with most affection, however he became more open the longer he knew you. Intimacy came in forms of him tracing the contours of your body with his fingers, staring at you longingly, kissing his way up your arm. Those were the most common ways of all that he displayed to you and only you.

    Emotions could be deeper and his touch reflected that whether soft or firm. When you reciprocated and encouraged with all your love, your boyfriend was keen on giving.

    "My heart calls for yours each day I wake," your boyfriend placed a gentle kiss to your inner wrist. "This night may ease its search."

    You cradled his face in your hands once he leaned down upon you fully. Bodies intertwined.

    "To have you this close," he gazed at you with an enormous amount of love, "is a beautiful gift."

    "You should stay."

    "Then I accept with my entire being."

    You brought him into a kiss as the pair of you continued in your gentle coupling.

~~~

​    Merman boyfriend was always blown away by how you moved in water. His home where you would forever be welcomed.

    As like water, your boyfriend's love displayed itself both gently and strongly. All backed by his passions, you met him with equal longing to share in constant waves of love.

    Whether on land, in water, or somewhere in-between the both of you found a way to act on your love, always.

    Ignoring the water puddles growing across the tile floor, your boyfriend kept you rolling your hips in a hurried pace. Both of you set on experiencing more and more pleasure.

    He thoroughly enjoyed watching you as he managed to sink further into the bathtub's water. What water remained. Not all of it could be splashed out from your movements.

    "Water suits you," he panted. His gaze transfixed on the droplets sticking and rolling along your skin.

    "Are you considering this position to be your favorite?" Smiling in your pleasured haze, you tightened your grip on his forearms and applied pressure to your hips as they rolled on his tail.

    "I am."

~~~

​    Dragon boyfriend loved when you would cuddle up to him and share warmth. Some days sweetness was not enough as he watched you investigate his many treasures. Tail twitching behind him.

    He wanted you more than the gold necklace in your hands. More than the golden flecks you stamped on your face.

    "Do you remember our last mating?" He asked, muscles flexed and ready.

    "Why? Did you forget?" You chuckled. His desire was not lost upon you, it was as obvious as if he made a banner declaring it.

    Gold and other treasures clinking together, your boyfriend rushed at you. Heat everywhere, scales rubbing your skin, tongue tasting your arousal in the air, and his body nearly conforming to your own.

    "Easy," you reminded him as you opened yourself to him fully.

    He did his best. Deep moans bounced off of the walls as he entered you. He kept you close, held in his hold or pressing you further into his treasures with each thrust.

    Loving you as he did, it would be some considerable time before his need was sated. Your boyfriend could hardly get enough of you.

~~~

​    Scarecrow boyfriend often fantasized of the two of you in the back of a pick-up truck or in the middle of a corn maze making love under a harvest moon. Something to bring more warmth to a season that brought chill to the air where you resided.

    His skin was textured and mind often on you. A perfect start whenever you both sought a little more that kissing and handholding. A pair of lovers wanting to be closer.

    What he didn't expect was being entranced by the golden lights of sunset highlighting your body in a field and you grinding on his denim-covered thigh like there was a time limit. Perhaps you were racing the sun. Or perhaps you had a more difficult day than you said earlier when he asked.

    "You looking dazzling. Simply radiant." He kneaded your skin in all the places that made you shiver. "Take whatever you need to please you, my dear."

    "You."

    "Pardon?"

    "I'm going to take...you...until the sun sets."

    "My dear, you certainly may." He captured your lips in a rough kiss as you clawed at his clothes.

~~~

​    Living statue boyfriend no longer felt alone as the world lived on. He had you and saw the beauty in what others had experienced for years. He was strong enough to handle most things, but seeing you bare as an ancient statue had him experiencing new emotions. Ones he had only heard from voices in passing or hidden beyond his sight.

    His size and shape did not deter you from wanting him in a manner that made him wonder if he could sweat as you could. There was no way he dreamed of refusing your wishes nor desires.

    You doted on him and made him start to have a renewed worry about his strength compared to your own. That didn't particularly matter to you seeing as you bounced on his hard length without complaints. Again and again while he tried grounding himself in reality. A difficult task. Near impossible as he finally considered himself a perfect fit for his precious love, you.

    "Be careful," he advised gently.

    You moaned, keeping your pace.

    "I presume you will never stop amazing me." Your boyfriend watched on in wonder and begun to consider what else you two could possibly do together.

~~~

​    Android boyfriend was made to be as humanlike as possible. The pair of you did not realize how much he could feel until you became more physically intimate. You found that your boyfriend was much more flexible than he looked. So you would position yourself comfortably wherever you wanted before he rushed in with a multitude of kisses and a steady stance.

    Lounging in the armchair with one leg hung over an armrest, you eyed your boyfriend's synthetic skin as it traveled your body. Across your skin and within your warmth, he moved without losing a fraction of endurance. He could go for as long as you both wanted.

    "Deeper."

    At your words, he angled himself inhumanly. His pelvis closer in an impossible way. But he thrusted every inch of himself in. Leaving no space untouched.

    His mouth fell open, lost in you. His love and free life. All of his sensors sent out alerts of his system. Those would be given attention later, much later.

~~~

​    Robot boyfriend knew his strength and how his structure was durable. Some parts of him were mismatched. Meaning, he wasn't the most comfortable sentient to move around or touch. When it came to strong physical desires, he let you know and orchestrate. He didn't want to leave one bruise on you, his dear life companion. You were prepared for his worries and your combined desires.

    His face plate turned another shade of pink as you complimented him between whines of pleasure. He sat absolutely still on the dining chair. Worry still lingering in his system. Yet his hard body was not causing you any discomfort. Quite the opposite.

    Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly and he added a variation to the vibration of his hand. Watching your body practically convulse in a climax made purple shades appear on his face. He was relieved and fascinated by your clear enjoyment.

~~~

​    Alien/Extraterrestrial boyfriend had specific routines, rules, and levels of organization. Which meant having you in his ship well past when he should had been sleeping was a wake up call. Not everything had to be the same everyday. Making new rules instead of exceptions was his logical reasoning. Clinging to your body as he bent you over a console deep into intercourse didn't apply to anything. Unless he considered a rule in your relationship: love wholeheartedly. Time had no restraint in that rule. He would keep you satisfied no matter what. If there was a way to do it, he would figure it out especially if it meant continued times of pleasure.

    None of the buttons, switches, or toggles you were rolling over activated anything. Perhaps you should had known the console was turned off, but you were too preoccupied with your lover.

    The cool air within the ship turned stuffy the longer your boyfriend thrusted in rhythm to his heartbeat. The more he wrapped himself around you as much as he could. His frame touched every part of you, caressing and holding as he let out string after string of compliments. Not all you could translate. Yet you understood completely. He loved you and his mind felt fuzzy from how much pleasure was coursing through him.​​

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You’ve known Karan since grade school and he hasn’t changed a bit. His skin remained the same deep russet color, his eyes just as dark and kind but determined. His dark hair often grew out past his shoulders, and when it did, it told you that he was working on something that took up all his time.

Sure, Karan grew taller and his voice deepened a bit. He decided that when he wasn’t - in your words - emerged in his science bullshit, he did go to the gym and bulked from the once scrawny boy you remember. However, that didn’t change that he was a geek, a term of endearment. 

You should have expected Karan to be at your doorstep with his hair as long and thick that’s tied in a low ponytail in the back. It meant he was working on something that took all of his time - and it meant he wanted you to be the test dummy, of course. 

“Karan,” you let out a breath. “what’s in the box that it took you and 6 of your geek ass colleagues-”

“Y/N!” Karan gasps, his head turning to said colleagues who are awkwardly standing by your front door. “Lower your voice.”

“Karan.”

“Right.” Karan claps his hands. The box is large and wooden and stands taller than him. It was a struggle to even get it through the door - hence 7 men had to bring it in - but they managed. “This is my gift to you.” Karan says, turning around to go to open the box.

“A gift?” you scoff, though you give Karan hell, you do appreciate his friendly gestures. “Or am I just a test subject?”

“Both.” Karan answers with a snort. The wooden frame opens and you nearly jump out of your skin when you witness what was inside of it. “This is-”

“What the fuck is that!” you screech, your skin crawling with goosebumps.

“If you would shut the fuck up, Y/N, and let me speak.” Karan hisses. “This is an android.”

You clasp a hand over your mouth to not let out another scream when Karan takes a step back to admire his work.

The android was so lifelike and it frightened you. It’s tall - taller than Karan or any of the other 6 men he brought here. Your eyes zone in on it’s face - it was so lifelike that it’s uncanny. 

“Why don’t you have a closer look before I turn him on.”

“Karan,” you shake your head instantly. “this is too much.”

Karan lets out a groan. “Y/N, be mindful. Androids so lifelike go out for thousands of dollars. This is the first official model and-”

“And of course you want me to experience a heart attack day and night, huh?!” you hiss, your eyes unable to move away from the life-like robot. You take a deep breath and try to do as Karan says and be mindful. “Karan, I don’t think I can handle something like this.”

“Why not?”

“I…” you shake your head. You aren’t aware when the last time any man - unless it was Karan - entered your home. Knowing you, you’d forget about the robot all together until you wake up in the middle of the night for some water and see it there. You’d probably die on the spot - that or try to attack it which would force the robot to kill you.

“You’re thinking too much into it, Y/N.” Karan speaks, probably reading your thoughts just by looking at the terrified look on your face. “I’ll meet you guys back at the lab, okay? I should be able to get him started.”

“Karan, no.” you nearly pleaded with your friend as the other scientist lead themselves out of your home. 

“You’ll come to enjoy him, Y/N.”

“Him? You mean it?”  Did you sound offensive at the moment? It was an android and could they really have gender roles. 

“Him.” Karan corrects. “It’s a male android.”

“I don’t see how.” you murmur under your breath. 

“He has a dick.” Karan shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe if you had one inside of you-”

“Don’t go there, Karan. When’s the last time you-”

“Hello.”

You shriek once more when you hear the robot speak, a deep voice sounding throughout your small home. 

“Ah, hello. It didn’t take you long to power on.” Karan smiles. “Come, Namjoon, get out of the box, please.”

Your heart is racing and your fight or flight senses are activated. Your first thought is to indeed run - run far as you could to be away from him. “You…named him?” you murmur to Karan, your eyes glued to the android who does as Karan says.

“Namjoon named himself.” Karan explains. 

This wasn’t sitting right with your spirit.

“Namjoon, this is Y/N. The one I was telling you about.”

“Excuse me?” your eyes widened. What did Karan mean? It wasn’t as if the robot was a living, breathing person - he was created in a lab!

“It didn’t take me a week to create an android, Y/N. It took years of my time.” Karan glances at you. “I’ve programmed Namjoon just for you. Years of collecting data-”

“Karan.” you raise a hand to stop him from speaking. You shake your head. “What do you mean you…programmed it-”

“He.” Karan grits his teeth. 

“-for me?”

Karan takes a deep breath. He doesn’t have the heart to tell you the whole truth for there was a possibility you’d be beyond freaked out, but he could tell you a fraction of it. 

“Namjoon know’s your likes and dislikes.” Karan begins. “He knows your allergies and just what to do if you have a reaction.”

“What…the fuck…?” your eyes widened. “Is this not a HIPAA violation?”

“Not when it benefits you, no.” Karan shakes his head. “I programmed Namjoon to be the perfect…” he tilts his head. “...assistant?”

You scoff.

“Like Siri or Alexa but…” Karan points at Namjoon. “...alive!”

You bring yourself to glance back at…Namjoon. He is tall, towering over both you and Karan. He’s waiting patiently, his eyes - a dark shade of brown - already on you. He offers a smile that causes your heart to jump once more. You notice that his cheeks are dimpled and he has a set of pearly white teeth.

“Take a closer look, Y/N. Touch him.” Karan insists, lightly patting your shoulder. “He doesn’t feel robotic.”

It takes you five minutes of hesitation, but you do. You touch the skin of his cheek and your eyes widened by how human he did feel. Warm to the touch, soft skin. You tilt your head. “Explain yourself, Karan.”

Karan swallows and chuckles to himself. He understands what questions you have and it’s easier to lie for your sake than to tell you the truth - being that Namjoon was once full human and doesn’t have any memories of his human life. Now he is more of what people consider a "cyborg". No, that would cause you to panic, and in return would cause Namjoon to, as well, as he is designed to protect and serve you.

“I can go on and on about my science bullshit to explain to you why Namjoon is so human-like, but that’ll only bore you.”

You groan at how right Karan was. You muster up the courage to continue to feel Namjoon and how human he truly was. His hair was soft and a shiny black color that matches perfectly with the cool and tan tone of his skin. 

“Doesn’t he feel like a man?” Karan questions. “We know you need one.”

“Fuck you, Karan.” you snatch your hand from Namjoon, who is eerily still and watching you. 

“No. Buuuut Namjoon can.” Karan cackles at your reaction.  “You’re going to hate me, Y/N, but we’re best friends, right?”

You swallow back your response. 

“I hacked into your devices. Namjoon knows…a lot about you.”

It takes you a moment to understand what Karan was insinuating. 

Your body heats up. “Karan!” you hiss, your hands turning to fists. 

“Y/N, you and I both know you need to get dicked-”

“Karan!” you hiss, the amount of times you had said his name in under an hour is insane.

“I’m leaving. Let me know if anything is out of order. There shouldn’t be seeing as Namjoon’s took years to perfect.” Karan smiles, making his way towards your front door. “Now, excuse me.”

You want to follow after Karan and punch his head in, but you decide not to. You take a few deep breaths. 

“Your heart rate is increasing.” Namjoon speaks, his voice causes you to yelp. “You should try calming yourself down.”

“Easy for you to say.” you murmur, more to yourself. You stand a little straighter, your heart continuing to race - something the android could sense somehow. You would be sure to ask Kanan how later. “I…I don’t know what to say.” you murmur awkwardly.

“That’s fine.” Namjoon chuckles so normally that it brings chills up your spine. “You don’t need to feel shy around me, Y/N.”

You swallow, body heating up once more. Curse the way Karan built this android. It’s noticeable that Namjoon was a special invention. He appeared so lifelike, carved beautifully, you’d admit. You pondered how his voice didn’t sound robotic, or even the way he speaks, blinks, smiles - everything. 

“I…I’m sorry.” you take a deep breath. “This may be a stupid question.”

“No question is stupid, Y/N.” Namjoon lightly shakes his head. “Ask away.”

“Do you…need to be charged?” 

Namjoon cracks a smile and shakes his head once more. “No. I do not.” he answers. “I do have a rest mode, however. I’ll allow myself to rest at times to recharge my system.”

You nod your head slowly and then bite your lip.

“Is there anything you’d like me to do?” 

You shake your head. “No, I don’t want you to feel like my slave.” you attempt to joke.

“I was made to serve you, Y/N. Ask anything of me and I’ll do my best to achieve it.”

Namjoon was so human-like. 

Karan explained in scientific terms as to why and that only caused more confusion - but in simpler terms, he explained that Namjoon was similar to a digital assistant like an Alexa or Siri, of course. He “adapted” to your likes and dislikes and modern society. He studied how men (the ones you were attracted to, how Karan knew this was beyond you) around his age - late 20’s - would talk and walk. 

No one knew that Namjoon was an android - no one but you and Karan and of course, Namjoon himself. 

Living with Namjoon took a toll on you at first. You had woken up one day and forgotten that the android was there and had walked out in the middle of the night to find him. He was resting as he said he was, only this time leaning against the wall of your kitchen. You screamed at the top of your lungs and activated Namjoon who was programmed to think that an intruder was in the house. He had sensed your heart rate skyrocket and was prepared to attack - only he was said intruder.

After that night, you gave Namjoon his own room. You had used your spare bedroom as a storage and closet all at once, but if Namjoon was going to be here then you’d have to show some type of respect to him.

As time went on, you grew to enjoy Namjoon’s company. He often sat around and waited for you to need him. Having no partner meant that you were accustomed to being alone and thus doing things by yourself. When you couldn’t reach something, you weren’t opposed to jumping onto something to grab it or grabbing a chair. Namjoon came in handy in that department. 

Namjoon would also build your furniture - your entire bedroom set being one that you were grateful for. 

Namjoon took the liberty in ordering any necessities that were lowstock, along with groceries - Karan had managed to implement a chip that could save your data to Namjoon so he could do it internally. You’re still unsure how you feel about it, but for now you’re sure it works.

One thing you learned about Namjoon, being an android, was his desire to gain more knowledge. He would often read books. You had allowed him to order as much as he wanted since he was a help to you the past few months - and he appeared content. He would tell you what he read about, albeit fiction or nonfiction, you’d listen.

“There’s no way you can get any smarter, Namjoon.” you said to him one day as you catch him reading yet another book - this time a math one that would hurt your brain if you’d attempt to look through it.

“Knowledge is power, Y/N.” was the android’s response.

As for Namjoon, he was content with living with you. He got to make sure you were safe and always assured that you were up to date with any doctor appointments. He would keep track of any reminders you’d tell him - “call so and so later,” “don’t forget to take the meat out the freezer at this time”, “call Karan to annoy him” and so on.

Namjoon doesn’t tell you that he knows more about you - deep facts that you would probably never tell anyone. He doesn’t want to embarrass you and cause your heart rate to grow high, so he doesn’t tell you. Like how he doesn’t tell you that he can hear everything - especially the buzzing noises at night when you play with yourself mixed with soft, but oftentimes disappointed moans. He recalls the time when your heartbeat became quick as you were going to cum just for the vibrator to die - how disappointed you must’ve felt.

Namjoon knocks on your door five minutes after your shower once he’s sure that you are dressed - his eyes could see past the closed door and into your bedroom when he knows you’re rubbing lotion onto your already soft skin. You’re dressed for bed, as well, in shorts that barely cover yourself and a tank top with one of the straps missing as you’ve grown to love the old top.

“Joon,” you furrow your brows as you open the door. “is everything okay?”

“Yes.” Namjoon nods. 

“You don’t usually seek me out this late at night. You’re usually resting.” 

“You’ve been working hard the last few days.” Namjoon responds. “There’s knots in your neck.”

You sigh with a short nod of your head. “You’re right. I’ve been working overtime lately.” you explain. “I’m glad the clothes I got fit you. I wasn’t sure what size to get.” your eyes scan the pajamas he wore - a simple plaid pajama pants with a dark color shirt. Namjoon insisted that you buy him simple pajama’s wear so he could be as human as possible.

“Thank you.” Namjoon offers a dimple smile that causes your heart to beat faster - he senses it. “Would you like a massage?”

“Uh…what?” your body heats at the sudden question. “You never asked me that before.”

“Indeed I haven’t.” Namjoon tilts his head. “But I sense that the knot in your neck is causing you discomfort. I don’t want you to sleep like that, you might wake up even worse.”

You take a deep breath with a shrug. You’re sure he was right - he was the artificial intelligent android that knew everything, not you. 

“I don’t want to treat you like a slave, Joon.” you joke, but even you were curious about how a massage would be. Namjoon’s hands were large and you pondered how they would feel on you.

Namjoon smiles once more. “I was made to serve you, Y/N.” he murmurs, so low that it catches you off guard. “If you do not want me to then I will not force it. But please never feel as though you are a burden to me.”

A massage wouldn’t be bad, right? Sure, Namjoon was hot - you curse Karan for making something like him - but he was an android. Surely he didn’t feel the things a human could and wouldn’t jump at any sexual opportunities.

“Why not?” you sigh, opening your door wider for him to enter your room. “I do have a few knots and my back has been killing me lately.”

“I have watched massage videos while you showered.” Namjoon speaks. “To perfect my craft.”

“Of course you have.” you laugh to yourself. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

You’ve gotten used to Namjoon being able to control most of the devices in your home - like the lights. He dims them as he enters your room and for your speakers, he adds a soft melodic tune. “For you to be comfortable.”

You lay as Namjoon advises you to, on your stomach with a few of your pillows beneath you to not be in discomfort.

You had to admit that Namjoon was good with his hands, and even that wasn’t much of a compliment. He works his thumbs right into your neck, massaging out any knots he sees. 

Your eyes were growing heavy and Namjoon senses how relaxed you are, mind clear. He works his hands onto your back, rubbing along your spine and sides. Your breathing is low and steady, an ultimate sign of how relaxed you were.

Namjoon’s hands go lower and lower, massaging your tense muscles with the perfect amount of pressure that you couldn’t help but moan low to yourself, unbeknownst that Namjoon could hear every sound.

“Feels nice?” Namjoon questions softly, both hands gently massaging past either side of your hips. He offers a firm squeeze before working his way down to your thighs.

“Mhmm.” you hum, cheek pressed firmly against your soft pillows. “It feels nice.”

“You are relaxed. I can sense your heartbeat.” Namjoon states as he often does, giving you updates about your own body that he appears to understand more about than you do. 

“Thank you.” you mumble. “I’ve been stressed lately. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

Namjoon slightly nods his head with a bit of a tilt.  “I have.” he responds, his hands massaging down your calves and slowly back up your outer thighs. “I could assist you if you’d like.”

You snort. Though your eyes were heavy and you could truly fall asleep like this, you decided against it. Namjoon was a good conversationalist. “Help me with work?” you question, though rhetorically. “I’ll just take some personal time to relieve some stress.”

“I could assist you in relieving stress. Though, if you’d like me to help in your field of work, I would be happy to do that, as well.”

“What do you mean?” you question, genuinely confused. 

Namjoon is silent for a moment, and in his silence you begin to ponder what he was speaking of. 

Namjoon’s hands are large and warm - he hasn’t admitted that he could radiate his own heat, another sensor that Karan has put in him in case, in any instant, you needed it. They slide past your ass in massage movements and it catches you off guard that your eyes slowly open, but you remain silent. 

Namjoon’s hands don't linger as he can sense your quicken heartbeat and he begins to massage up your lower back.

“I believe you’re stressed out, yes, but more than you lead on.” Namjoon finally speaks. 

“Namjoon-”

“I could help you, if you’d like. I know whatever toy-”

“Namjoon!” you’re embarrassed now and immediately, you get up from your laying position to turn to look at the android. His eyes appear curious instead of soulless like they should be for an android. “I…I don’t know what…”

Namjoon tilts his head. “I know you’re left disappointed with your vibrator.” he says bluntly. “I can sense it everytime.”

Your blood runs cold and now you’re left truly embarrassed. Namjoon could sense when you were…you wanted to die. 

Curse Karan for creating such an advanced android.

“I want to help you…cum.” Namjoon’s system assists in finding the right words that would be considered “modern” and not too scientific to turn you off. “I would like to help you cum.”

“I-I don’t think that’s n-necessary!”

“Why not?” Namjoon questions. “I won’t die like your vibrator would.

Your legs clench together and you gasp in disbelief. He knew about that, too?

“You’re embarrassed. There’s no need to be. I’m here to serve you, Y/N. Like Karan said, I know what you like.”

Fuck Karan - again and again. He has hacked into your devices and showed poor Namjoon what you watched on whatever porn site. It couldn’t be considered what you wanted to happen to you, because at times you did watch some hardcore shit.

You take a deep breath.

“I…” 

“If you don’t like it,” Namjoon sets his palm upon your bare thigh and you visibly stiffen. “then I’ll stop, just tell me.”

This was crazy, you think. Namjoon is an android and you didn’t want to treat him like a sex robot. You imagined only incels would do that - but here you were contemplating it. It doesn’t help that Namjoon felt so human - his skin was as soft as a human. Warm at the touch, as well. He was carved so perfectly that it’s hard to believe that this wasn’t a human man before you.

“O…Okay.” you meekly murmur, innocent eyes staring right back at him.

Namjoon works his way towards you slowly. He tests to see what causes your heart to jolt. His hands gently push you back against the pillows as he hovers above you. 

“Remember, Y/N, I was made for you.” he reminds you.

Namjoon allows his hands to place themselves along your breast, not hesitating. You are stiff, silently watching as he gently rubs them. You weren’t wearing a bra - you never wear one to bed - and it’s easy for him to do what he does next.

Namjoon sneaks his way inside your tank top to grasp your breast. Your nipples are hardened almost instantly. His thumbs rub along the sensitive bud, dark eyes flickering to you.

“Feels good?” Namjoon whispers, but he already knows it to be true. 

You slowly nod your head.

Namjoon continues to rub along your breast, often pinching and twirling them between his thumb and index finger.

You fight back the moans, eyes watching Namjoon between your eyelashes. Maybe it was because Karan was right - you haven’t been with a man for who knows how long. It causes great embarrassment that even Namjoon, an android, knows this, as well. 

“Relax.” 

Namjoon murmurs, coming a bit closer to you. 

“Treat me like you would another man.” Namjoon suggests. “Relax, Y/N. It’s just you  and I here.”

You nod your head slowly, biting your bottom lip. It’s easier said than done - how could you look at yourself in the mirror after this was done and over with? In the moment it’d feel amazing, sure, but once the high is down you’re positive you’ll feel like a complete freak of nature.

You lean forward, taking a deep breath. No one had to know that you were doing this - it’s something you’d take to your grave. Namjoon rarely left the house with you, and even then, his loyalty was with you, right? Maybe in ten years you’ll admit this to Karan, but until then…

“Can I…can I…” you bite your lip harshly, body heating up. “...kiss you? It’s um…it’ll be weird if I-”

“Yes.” Namjoon doesn’t hesitate, sensing your growing embarrassment and discomfort. 

You nod your head, unable to say anything further. You begin to lean forward, sitting with your legs crossed. You place a hand on Namjoon’s shirt, leaning even more towards him.

“You act as if you’ve never kissed a man before.” 

Namjoon is teasing you. There’s a glint in his eyes and a soft smirk on his lips. You want to roll your eyes at how typical Namjoon was for an android. Your hands snatch Namjoon’s loose shirt and force yourself to kiss him. 

Namjoon’s lips are soft, which shouldn’t surprise you, but it does. It’s eerily soft and it always has you pondering just how Namjoon was created; how someone could build Namjoon in just a few years.

“It's not so hard now is it?” Namjoon murmurs against your lips, offering another quick peck. 

“Shut up.” your response is muffled against Namjoon’s lips, an urge to continue your kisses upon them.  “I’m trying my best.”

Namjoon doesn’t respond - he knows you are doing just that. It’s a weird feeling for you, he’s sure, to feel how human he is. Skin as soft as yours, radiating the exact amount of warmth. He doesn’t maneuver as an android nor does he speak as one - it would freak anyone out.

“I think you’re still holding back.”

Namjoon is the first to speak, but he brushes his lips against yours for a moment before continuing. “Come,” he says, ushering you closer to him.

Come for Namjoon meant you sitting directly on top of him, your legs straddling him beneath you. You swallow as Namjoon places his hands securely onto your hips, tapping his fingers against them. 

“Now, let’s continue.” Namjoon pecks your lips once more, allowing you to adjust to the new position and to follow his lead.

It’s just as different as before, but again, you tell yourself that you have to see Namjoon as a man, and not an android. You have to trick your mind in thinking that Namjoon wasn’t someone created in a lab to assist you - maybe you met him…in a bar?

 No, too cliche, you tell yourself. Maybe at a cafe of sorts while he was reading a book. Namjoon enjoyed reading. 

It was easier for you to pretend Namjoon and you met in more normal circumstances for you not to feel like a total sexually frustrated woman. 

You’re unsure how long it’s been - five minutes and forty-six seconds, Namjoon knows - since Namjoon and you have been here. However, your tongue dances with his, your nails digging into his shoulders. His hands are roaming your body entirely, gripping and tugging at your clothing.

You admit it feels good to be touched like this - to be on top of Namjoon kissing without a care. 

“I want to make you feel good.” Namjoon speaks when the two of you - of course you since he didn’t need to - decides to halt your makeout session to breathe. 

Even knowing what you’re doing here would ultimately end with you and Namjoon doing something sexual, him stating such causes your stomach to jump with nerves.

“I…”

“You’re nervous. I can sense it.” Namjoon can hear your heart beating so loudly due to your nerves. He squeezes your hips and offers a low smile and even then his dimples sink deep into his cheeks.  

“No,”  you shake your head. It’s pointless to try and cover up your anxiousness from Namjoon as he could sense it regardless. Still, you’ve already gone this far and you’re sure you could stop now, but you didn’t want to. “...um, how do you want to do…that?”

Namjoon doesn’t respond and instead presses a peck onto your lips. He doesn’t linger there and instead begins to kiss further down, starting with your jaw. He goes towards your neck, fingers tapping up your waist to your lower back and eventually up your spine. It causes you to shiver, goosebumps prickling along your skin. 

Namjoon’s tongue is warm upon the nape of your neck, massaging your smooth skin. His teeth sink into your neck, grinding it only a bit to force a deep moan from your mouth -  exactly what he was looking for. 

“You’re very pretty, Y/N.”

Namjoon words catch you by surprise and slowly, your eyes open in response. Namjoon’s caught up with his kissing, going lower and lower. He can sense your body temperature rising only slightly, your heart beating so loud in your chest that it could be alarming if you didn’t bring yourself to relax.

“You act like you’ve never done this before.” Namjoon’s tone is teasing once more and you could only snicker. 

“You act like you have.” you retort with a raise of your eyebrow.

Namjoon scoffs. His eyes flicker upwards at you, your breast now in his face. You can see the gears in his mind - did Namjoon have a brain? You’d have to ask Karan another time - as he processes your words.

“I know how to pleasure you, Y/N.” Namjoon once more pokes his tongue out, trailing it along your breast teasingly. “I know exactly what you like for me to do.”

You swallow, biting your lip. You weren’t going to back down to the android. You have to hold your own. 

“Are you sure you’d be able to deliver?”

Namjoon doesn’t speak like you expect him to. Instead, his tongue - so warm and still human-like - wraps around your erect nipple. He latches onto it and continues to suckle. The action was so sudden that you yelped aloud. 

Namjoon makes no sign of backing down. It wasn’t as if he had to halt for air - an added bonus. The sensation never stops and it causes your hips to jerk involuntarily, your shorts sticking to you as you go to rub yourself against him.

You had such an abundance of questions that swirls through your head - since Namjoon was an android, he couldn’t possibly get an erection.

Unless, of course, it was already…

You release another moan - this time long and deep at just the thought of him already being erect. The thought that you could just mound him at any given moment causes you to clench around nothing.

Namjoon senses just how aroused you are, your arms now around his neck as he continues to suckle on your nipples. He now has both of them right his mouth, sucking with all his might. 

You’re rubbing yourself against him, wanting out of your shorts immediately. You could feel him - whatever it was beneath his pajama pants. You’re sure that it’s as real as the rest of Namjoon, more questions that you’ll leave unanswered as they were too complicated. 

Namjoon pops your nipples from his mouth, a string of warm saliva connecting the two together. Very slowly does the tip of his tongue lick along your nipple, siren-like eyes looking right up at you. 

Your pussy clenches again at the look of Namjoon, wishing he was deep inside of you with the same look on his face.

Fuck Karan and his creation, truly. 

“You want to ride my face?”

You’re positive you were leaking and it would all come out when you get out of these shorts. 

“I..I don’t…you’d let me do that?” you ask in disbelief. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” Namjoon tilts his head. “I was made for you. You can cum all over me if you’d like.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how Namjoon speaks nonchalantly. Dare you say it was cute coming from an android.

“Would you like that?” Namjoon murmurs, further pushing himself back onto your bed. He’s certain that you would like it as you hadn’t stopped grinding against him the entire time. 

You nod your head hastily and Namjoon taps your back. You lift yourself all too quickly to remove your shorts and panties and toss them aside without a care.

 Namjoon reaches his arm out towards you and you take it. “I can hear your heart beating.” Namjoon licks his lips, those siren-like eyes flickering from your face to your exposed bottom half. “Come,”

You’ve never been in this position before. You’ve almost always received oral while on your back - but this was new. You shouldn’t be embarrassed because Namjoon wasn’t a regular man. You didn’t have to be ashamed of how you looked, seeing as - according to him and Karan - he was made for you. 

Namjoon’s fingers grip at your thighs to keep you in place and without much hesitation, his tongue dips between your folds. You jerk instantly at the newfound sensation, but you are unable to move. Namjoon makes sure of it.

Namjoon pleases you as if he’s the one receiving it, his tongue plunging deep between your folds and hammering right against your clit. Your hips are buckling, but he’d never allow you to be too far away from him.

Namjoon’s slurping is loud, but so are your moans. Your eyes are shut tightly because having to look down at Namjoon devour your pussy like a man starved was going to send you over the edge. 

“J…Joon, slow down.” you groan with a shake of your head. Your thighs are shaking, stomach sinking in as you inhale. “...I don’t wanna make a mess-”

Namjoon ignores you all together, squeezing hands jutting your hips against his tongue. His eyes watch your face closely, eyes zoning in on the way you’re struggling to breath while moaning. Your eyes are squeezed shut, refusing to look at him.

Namjoon wanted you to make a mess all over him - this is what he was made for. He was created to serve your every need and craving. He was the perfect being for you; attentive and caring. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you as his master.

“Joon, I don’t think-”

Your eyes snap open when you feel Namjoon enter you - his fingers. They’re as long as they look and they fill you up so nicely. It was a mistake to look at Namjoon beneath you because this sight would forever be embedded in your mind.

“Oh shit,” you groan as Namjoon's fingers pound inside of your pussy. Your arousal coats his chin and now is dripping down his wrist, but he makes no sign of stopping. 

With his free hand, Namjoon glides it up to grip your breast, giving it a firm squeeze. 

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” Namjoon hums, fingers curling into your pussy and hitting your spot with each thrust. “Talk, Y/N.”

“Y-Yes…!” you shriek, thighs widening to feel more. You needed more of Namjoon - whatever and however much he was willing to give. “Please make me cum, Joon. Please…”

The gears are turning now in Namjoon’s head with the clear demands - no matter how polite - you give him. After all, he was made to serve you and only you. So, Namjoon does as he is told. He quickens his fucking into your pussy that it squelches off of the walls, juices flying out and soaking his chest.

Over the course of the next few months consisted of moments of you and Namjoon entangled together. The following night after you came - entirely too much and the hardest you’ve ever had - you woke to Namjoon massaging you. He had insisted that you needed another full body massage before he left your bedroom to start a bath for you.

It wasn’t awkward as you initially thought it would be and maybe that had something to do with Namjoon not being human. It was easier to get through your own embarrassment as he only appeared to be the lovable assistant he assured you he was created to be for you.

You found yourself going to Namjoon more often than not and of course, he was always willing. You thought that maybe you were taking advantage of the poor android and using his endurance for your own sick pleasure, but Namjoon comforted you. He would always encourage you to come to him for whatever needs you needed fixed.

And of course you had.

Namjoon had made you cum too many times to count; each time more intense than the last. Your legs would be left shaking and tears would be nearly streaming down your face due to pure pleasure. 

It was addicting and no matter how wrong it felt at times, you would always come back and return to Namjoon to make you feel good. He knew exactly how to speak to you and coach you through your orgasm. His voice would deepen in your ear, encouraging you to make a mess all over him - that it was okay to be doing this. 

Whatever Karan did to program Namjoon in understanding your own kinks was amazing and incredibly terrifying all at the same time. 

“Where are you going?” Namjoon asks one Friday evening. He had sat by and cleaned while you were showering. His senses caught that you were using your more expensive body wash and lotions - the one you typically used when you were going out. He watched behind your closed door as you dressed in a short, black dress that was entirely too tight for you to ever sit comfortably in. 

“I, uh…” Namjoon senses your awkward laughter and he stops his scrubbing on the circular, glass bowl. The sink water runs as he awaits for you to answer, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “I…I’m going on a date.” you respond. “A, uh, blind date.”

“A blind date.” Namjoon repeats without a blink in his eye - did Namjoon ever blink? 

“One of my co-workers set it up.” you look away for a moment. “Said she was tired of me being alone.”

“You’re not alone.” Namjoon continues washing the dishes, his eyes now leaving yours to focus on them. “I’m here.”

You smile.”I know you are.” you murmur. “But, she meant…someone human.”

Namjoon doesn’t respond and unlike him, you cannot sense anything. You weren’t an amazing creation like he was. He knew when you were going to be ill days before it even happened and he would prevent it. He learned how to cook by reading books carefully and assured that all your meals would be cooked for you right as he knew your stomach would start to churn. 

Namjoon was amazing for the little things, as well. He would order whatever you needed right before it went out. He assured that your bills were paid on time and would often run errands for you when needed be - he just wasn’t a sex toy to get your high off of. 

“I should be back tonight.” you trail off when Namjoon doesn’t say anything. You inhale. “Is something wrong?”

“Why do you ask?” Namjoon turns the water off and turns his eyes to look at you. 

You shrug your shoulders. “It’s nothing.” you mumble. You’re sure Namjoon didn’t feel any type of emotion and that wasn’t his fault. He knew how to display the idea of emotions when you needed him to. He would laugh at your jokes at times and be just as playful back, but maybe that was apart of how he was programed for you. 

“You do not know this man, right?”

You’re at the door when Namjoon finally speaks. “Right.” you respond, placing your heels onto your feet.

“Then would you like for me to accompany you?”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” you giggle. “It’ll be hard to explain why I have another man with me.”

“You do not know him. What if he’s not who he says he is?”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Joon.” you shake your head with a low grin. “I appreciated it.”

“I do have to worry about you, Y/N. I wasn’t created to allow harm to come your way.”

“I won’t be harmed, Joon.” you raise your hands to calm him down. “It’s just a date at a restaurant.” you scoff. 

Namjoon’s head snaps to the door just as a few knocks sound off. His eyes flashes and he sees the man just behind the door. He scans his face, the system in his mind calculating everything there was to this man - just who he was, where he worked and even details and information no one should have access to.  

“He’s here, Joon.” you tilt your head. “You should be fine here, right? I’ll be gone no longer than 2 hours.”

Namjoon’s eyes flicker to your face and slowly, he nods. “Be safe.” he responds. “It should be a little windy tonight. You should grab a jacket.”

Your lips stretch into a smile and you nod your head. Your heels click over to Namjoon and you wrap your arms around him, your head in his chest. “It’s good that you always know the weather beforehand, huh?” you laugh before unraveling yourself from him. “I’ll grab a jacket on my way out. I’ll see you tonight?” you ask. “I want us to finish reading that mystery book. We’re so close to finding out who the killer is!”

Namjoon doesn’t move for the first hour, his eyes lingering on the same spot you were just standing. He counts the minutes you’ve been gone, processing the man you were with - a complete stranger to you - and just how comfortable you felt going out with him. 

Namjoon busies himself by continuing to clean. You couldn’t manage to get through all the hard to reach places and he assures that he does, moving furniture and dusting the house top to bottom. You were no good if you were sick.

Namjoon scrubs the walls with scented detergent with a shake of his head at how you lived in such situations for so long - even if he worked months to assure everything was clean for you. He ponders if you noticed all the work he’s done to assure that you were safe from harm's way. 

It wasn’t two hours like you’ve said. It was four. Namjoon is unable to stop counting until he hears your footsteps stumble through the door. Only it wasn’t just your two feet, but another set that alarms him. Immediately he springs into action, his eyes flashing through the wall of the second bedroom you had allowed him to rest in, dropping the book he was reading.

Namjoon’s eyes catch the familiar man standing behind you. You’re laughing along with him and you press a finger to his lips to shush him. 

You’re drunk, Namjoon knows immediately. Not entirely drunk as you’re coherent, but you’re far beyond what you’re usually were; sober. You’re laughing more around the man who’s just as equally drunk as you are. You two nearly stumble onto the ground as you attempt to close the door.

Namjoon follows the way you and the man make your way to your bedroom. You close the door behind yourself quietly almost as if he couldn’t hear anything. He continues to watch you, unable to stop himself. 

You and Namjoon often listen  to podcasts and watch tv shows and he’s positive that this could end badly - this man could be a murderer for all he knows. 

The man isn’t - as far as he knows. He had no criminal record, after all, but that wasn’t going to stop him from ensuring your safety. 

This is the first time you’ve ever brought someone home before. He only saw Karan a handful of times and you opted to talk to other friends over the phone. It’s weird that you did now out of all times - and not only that, but you were going to sleep with this unknown man.

30 minutes is what it took for it all to be over and Namjoon isn’t surprised in the slightest in knowing that you weren’t satisfied. The look of disappointment on your face is the easiest sign of it, but Namjoon knows you. He knows your body. He sensed the way your heart beat increased a bit and your breath hitches, only for it to die down when the man himself cums - never you.

Namjoon shakes his head. Of course you would be left unsatisfied. This man wasn’t someone who gave a damn about you or your pleasure. He was a random man who had no ties to you, so of course he couldn’t care less to make you cum - that's what Namjoon was for. 

Namjoon knew you in and out. He knew everything there was about you - the side that you preferred to chew your food while you ate. He knew which side you preferred to sleep on at night and your entire morning schedule before work. It’s Namjoon that assures that your health is up to date and even scheduled two check-ups with your doctor so far.

Namjoon has to remind you about the dentist appointment, however, seeing as you haven’t gone in a few years. He shakes his head as his glowing eyes watch you walk the man out, a look of disappointment on your face.

“Want me to start you a shower?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at Namjoon’s sudden entrance. Your back leaned against your closed front door and hadn’t noticed him enter. 

“I…I thought you were….resting?” You bite your lip. Namjoon didn’t need to sleep, of course, but you recall him stating that he’d often rest to recharge. Karan had once stated that if Namjoon goes outside, he could also recharge solarly - whatever that means. 

Namjoon only stares blankly at you. 

You bite your lip for a moment. 

“I, uh, probably do need a shower.” you chuckle humorlessly. “Is everything okay?”

You can feel the tension in the room as Namjoon continues to stare at you. 

Namjoon turns on his heels and saunters down the hall to the bathroom. His change of mood is different but maybe it’s all in your head and you were overthinking this.

Namjoon didn’t have mood swings. 

“Thanks, Joon.” you murmur, entering the bathroom as he starts the shower. “You’re a lifesaver.”

Namjoon again doesn’t respond and instead begins to light candles - aromatherapy is what he called it when he started doing this for you. The different scents are soothing and relaxing just as Namjoon said they would be.

“Are you upset with me?” you question as you begin to disrobe, silk robe lying at your feet. “Is that a stupid question? I don’t know if androids can feel any type of emotion or-”

“Why did you bring him here?”

The shower water falls rough against the tub floor. You blink a couple times to process his question with a quick lick of your lips. “I, uh, didn’t know you…heard us.” you’re embarrassed now.

“I can hear everything.” Namjoon eyes you from his reflection in the mirror, his back turned towards you. “I can see everything, as well, Y/N. I can see right through these very walls.”

Your eyes widened a bit. 

“Excuse me?”

Namjoon remains quiet as you internally question his words. 

“You were watching us?” you are unsure if you should feel upset or further humiliated. If that was the case, that meant Namjoon saw how disappointing your sexlife truly was and just why you always came back to him time and time again. It causes you to close your eyes for a moment and mentally curse yourself - and for Karan for making Namjoon too perfect.

“That’s an invasion of privacy.” you mumble to yourself, turning away from Namjoon to begin your shower.

“You didn’t know that man.” Namjoon retorts. “He could have been a murderer.”

You roll your eyes and scoff. “A murderer? He sells chicken.” you reach out your hand to feel the water - it’s always at a perfect temperature whenever Namjoon does it. He doesn’t have to configure it like you do.

Namjoon knows fully where the man works. He is scheduled to work at 9am the next day. 

“What does that matter? You’re drunk.” Namjoon’s tone changes to one you haven’t heard before. “He could’ve taken advantage of you. Then I’ll have to kill him.”

You freeze, hand underneath the warm water. There’s a shiver up your spine and slowly, you turn towards the android. He’s facing you this time, eyes unmoving. 

You’re unsure how to react to what Namjoon has said. Namjoon wouldn’t kill anyone. He barely left your side at times. He reads books and hell, he even shows interest in gardening. 

But that didn’t mean Namjoon wasn’t capable of killing anyone. He wasn’t human - he’s highly intelligent. He could figure out anything in under a minute and just recently did you learn he could see you through your walls. There’s so much you don’t know about Namjoon already that it causes your heart to jolt.

“You’re becoming frightened of me.” Namjoon speaks. “That’s not my intention.”

“N-No, I-”

“I can sense your heartbeat quickening. The hair on your arm is rising, as well.” Namjoon interrupts. It’s pointless to lie to him. “I would never hurt you, Y/N. You know that.”

Did you?

Namjoon’s eyes squint a bit, almost as if he could read your thoughts. 

“I would never lie to you, either. I would kill him.” Namjoon admits, voice a bit monotone. “I would kill anyone who would harm you.”

Your hand was going to prune if you left it under the water any longer. You turn away from Namjoon and decide to get into the shower. You’re speechless for the time being, your heartbeat only quickening. You want to take Namjoon’s words as true - you never felt unsafe with the android around. But there’s something in his tone that does indeed frighten you.

There was a shift and Namjoon noticed it immediately. 

You no longer allow Namjoon into your bedroom and any form of sexual encounters has slowly come to a halt. 

You, when asked, stated that it wasn’t fair to Namjoon to be used as a sexual object for your own satisfaction if he couldn’t gain anything from it - and he dropped a bomb on you that you were too embarrassed (and ashamed) to ask Karan about.

“I feel everything.” was what Namjoon stated and it doesn’t sit right with your spirit. Androids shouldn’t feel things, right? Sex for him should have no feeling - how could it? Asking Karan wasn’t an option because then he’d know you were just as lonely as he said you were. Asking Namjoon wasn’t either because you had a feeling that even he wasn’t sure why.

Namjoon wasn’t content with you stopping him from pleasuring you, but that doesn’t mean he’d let it bother him. He was still here for whatever you needed. He continued to clean and started cooking for you, as well. He would read books to you still and it was soothing, similar to an audiobook. He didn’t make mistakes nor did he miss any words - it was perfect.

What wasn’t perfect was him coming around. The man who’s name he knew, but didn’t care to ever mention. 

The same man who couldn’t make you cum - and never has. Why you brought him back time and time again was beyond him. You were always left disappointed and would eventually use your vibrator to fix it.

Similar to tonight. Namjoon watches the man leave your room and make his  way out of the home and you lay on your bed with a few short breaths. You’re just as disappointed as you always are - what you’ll always be if you remained bringing around that man.

Namjoon tilts his head, his feet moving until they stop right outside your door. His glowing eyes turn back to normal and he raises his arm  to lightly knock onto your door.

“Joon?” you ask from behind it. “Come in.”

You sit up against your headboard as Namjoon enters. He lingers at the door, the hallway light shining behind his tall frame. 

“Was I…too loud?” you trail off, unsure of what Namjoon wanted at this hour. He has stopped attempting to come into your bedroom once you cut your sexual encounters off.

“Why was he here?”

You click your tongue, knitting your brows. You take a deep breath. “Excuse me?” you question in response. “Why are you questioning who I bring into my household, Namjoon?”

Your tone catches Namjoon off-guard and instantly he notices your growing irritation. 

“It’s my job to protect-”

“Cut the bullshit, Namjoon.” you lift your hand to silence him.  “I’m not in any danger. He’s been here almost every night.”

“And every night you lay here and buzz the nerves off of your clit because he cannot make you cum.” Namjoon shoots back.

Your eyes widen.

“Yet, you allow that man back into the household for what?” Namjoon steps into the room. He’s sporting plaid pajama shorts and a tanktop and appears to be ready for bed; in his case, to recharge. “To use your body to masturbate? He doesn’t pleasure you-”

“I told you to stop watching me.” you hiss, your hands clenching into fist. 

“You haven’t came once, Y/N. Once.” Namjoon retorts with a shake of his head. “But you allow him to come back time and time again.”

“Get out.”

“No.”

Namjoon and you are staring right at one another, the tension as high as ever. 

This was your first disagreement with Namjoon, the android not backing down. You’re a bit surprised by his response and unmoving nature. 

“Namjoon.” your teeth grits. “Get. Out.”

“No.” Namjoon responses, gritting his own teeth - maybe to mock you. “I’m not going to sit by while you allow a nuisance back into our home.”

“Our home?” you snicker. “You act like you pay for anything around here.”

“You act like you clean anything around here.” Namjoon retorts. “Or get groceries. Or necessities. Or rearrange anything in this household.” 

You look away. Maybe you were being harsh with Namjoon. This was his home as much as it was yours and it wasn’t fair to him that you were a bit snappy. 

“I didn’t mean that.” you sigh. “I probably shouldn’t take my irritation out on you. You don’t deserve it.”

Namjoon agrees - he doesn’t.

“I just want us to have boundaries.” you cross your arms as you speak. It’s as if you’re trying to save his feelings and lately, you were beginning to think Namjoon, as an android, truly did have them. “I’ve realized that we shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t…?” Namjoon is at the foot of your bed now. “...I shouldn’t make you cum?”

“Joon,” you sigh with a slight roll in your eyes. “you’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“Why should we stop?” Namjoon questions. “What makes him worthy and not me?”

“I…I just…he’s just…there.” you’re not making any sense, even for a highly intelligent being as Namjoon. “...maybe I don’t want to be lonely.”

“You’re never alone.” Namjoon quips. “I’m always here for you.”

“Of course.” you nod, licking your lips. You want to say more. You want to explain why you and he couldn’t continue further, but you’re left sitting on your bed, unable to look at him for longer than a few seconds.

“Are you upset with me?”

Namjoon takes a seat at the end of your bed.

“No, Joon. I’m not.”

Namjoon’s lips slowly form into a smile, and like always it’s his dimples that has your heart jumping.

“Your heart’s beating fast.” 

“Joon-”

You yelp when you’re suddenly dragged from your seat position to laying flat onto your back. Namjoon had snatched your ankle and yanked you closer to him. He doesn’t allow you any grace time to comprehend what’s happening. 

You’re naked beneath your robe and it hikes up when Namjoon forces your legs apart. He then proceeds to wrap them around his waist, arms embracing you fully. 

“I’m going to make you cum, Y/N.”

“J-Joon…” you shake your head with a thick swallow. You’re even more ashamed now that Namjoon’s voice causes your pussy to clench with such need. “...we can’t.”

“I’m going to make you cum, Y/N.” Namjoon repeats. “Isn’t that what you want? To cum?”

Yes it was.

Namjoon knows this - you’re rubbing against him as you both lay here, unbeknownst to you. 

“Why are you against that, Y/N? What are you afraid of?” Namjoon thrusts forward and that causes you to gasp, the friction of his shorts rubs against your clit. “Your heartbeat is increasing as well as your libido.”

Fuck Namjoon for knowing your body inside and out, causing you to go through such different amounts of emotions all at once.

Fuck Karan, as well, for forcing this upon you.

“Human emotions are complicated.” you hide your moan the best you could. “Human…touch is…I’m sure you can’t understand it fully.”

“I can feel you.” Namjoon quips, his embrace tightening. “You’ll have to ask Karan as to why. I feel everything just the same as you do.”

Your eyes flutter a bit, your mind racking with a thousand questions.

“And now,” Namjoon’s hand trails up your thigh. “I want to feel your pussy around me.”

Namjoon was growing amazing at turning himself modern - another thing you had to yell at Karan about. 

“I’m not going to think further about it.” you sigh, defeated and utterly horny. “I’ll just end up hurting my own head.”

Namjoon embraces you into a kiss - one that you allow. It causes you to remember just how much you had missed Namjoon on you. You missed his touch on your skin that would leave a trail of goosebumps behind them. You missed the way he would kiss and suck upon your skin.

You missed Namjoon’s hands, so large and strong yet soft to the touch; the way they feel inside of you especially.

“You’re wetter now than you were with him.” 

Namjoon is smug, knowing fully that no man could pleasure you like he could, especially not a human. He was the perfect being for you - highly intelligent and strong; completely unbeatable. He understood exactly what you needed in life at any given moment. Could a human man truly help you while in sickness? Could they sense when your body was working overtime to prevent you from falling ill and just what to do to prevent it? Could they reach all of the hard to reach places to clean - could they even detect mold or carbon dioxide?

No.

But Namjoon could and with that knowledge, you’ll never be safe with any other human being. 

You inhale deeply when Namjoon’s lips lift from your own. If you could see yourself now, you’ll be sure that your lips were swollen and you appeared like a woman starved to be touched.

Namjoon wants to taste you again. Completely ravish you whole. He has a deep desire to sink his fingers deep inside of you and allow you to quiver and shake with pure need and ecstasy. 

“No foreplay.” 

Namjoon stops in his tracks, having already kissed down your neck to your collarbone, nearly ripping the silk fabric of your robe apart. 

“No…foreplay…?” Namjoon tilts his head, eyes slowly lifting to witness your face. “You love foreplay.”

“I do.” you sighed out. “I just,” you lick your lips. “I just want you to fuck me.”

Namjoon lifts his brows and then he nods, understanding your sudden need. Namjoon leans back to push his shorts down while you watch with curious, lustful eyes.

Namjoon’s cock springs out and your eyes are fixed upon it. It’s erected - of course, you truly ponder if it ever truly wasn’t - and the tip is an inviting flushed pink. There’s veins wrapping around the base of it and as you look closer, they are slowly pulsing.

You hum.

“You,” Namjoon begins, grabbing his cock into his hands and centers the tip directly onto your clit. “look so defeated. So…desperate.”

You bite your lip harshly. Namjoon is teasing you, circling the tip of his cock between your folds. The sight alone is hypnotizing, nearly causing your mouth to water. However, it’s the look upon Namjoon’s face that has you moaning, finally cracking. Namjoon’s eyes are zoned; focused. He eyes the way his cock rubs along your wet clit, eyebrows knitting together in concentration. His mouth is slightly ajar, short pants coming from between them.

Namjoon could actually feel you like he said he could. It’s eerie to think about how an android could, but once again, you did not wish to think too far into it.

“Are you going to fuck me or…” you lick your bottom lip. “...or are you going to fuck me?”

Namjoon glances at you. “How much?”

You tilt your head. “How much what?”

“How many times do you want me to make you cum?” Namjoon questions, his tip now , sliding down to your hole. “How about one for each time he couldn’t?”

Namjoon enters slowly, a raspy chuckle sounding from his lips. “We’ll be here all night, wouldn’t we, Y/N?”

“Fuck you-”

With a quick thrust, Namjoon enters you whole. You yelp out and your back arches. 

“I will.” Namjoon groans.

With both hands gripping firmly upon your waist, Namjoon begins to thrust in rhythmic motions, cock springing in and out of you.

Your hands reach out to dig into the pillows surrounding you for support. You cannot hold back your moans any longer and fully embrace the pleasure that Namjoon provides. It’s insane how much you missed Namjoon and just how much you wished you’d sought him out instead of dealing with someone else. 

For Namjoon, the erotic feeling is something he hasn’t felt before and it’s a sensation that he doesn’t wish to stop. As a highly intelligent being as himself, even he cannot explain what Karan and the other scientist has done to have him feel the normal sensations that a human would - and he wasn’t going to complain about it, either. 

Namjoon’s nails dig into your skin possessively; with such greed. Your pussy is clenching around him perfectly, drawing him in more and more.

“J…Joon, slow down…!” you groan, your eyelids fluttering and barely managing to remain open. 

“No.”

Namjoon’s hips are cracking into you, speed never ceasing - it wasn’t as if he ever needed to stop to gain stamina. When he was done with you, his hand marks would be embedded into your skin permanently. However, the way he’s making you feel at this moment you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You’re close. I can sense it.” 

Namjoon was always right. It’s inevitable for you to not cum so quickly when he’s fucking you with such need, slamming into your sweet spot with each powerful thrust. It doesn’t take long for you to cum, shaking erratically against your bed.

Namjoon wasn’t done - he had a dozen more times to make you cum and he was fully intending on doing so. You have no time to recover when he flips you from your back to your stomach. He fully rips the robe from your body, exposing you fully.

Namjoon’s pace is just as punishable as it was in the first round. You could barely manage to sit up as for each time Namjoon would only fuck you deeper into the mattress. 

Namjoon is enthralled with the way your pussy only appears to grow tighter; wetter. There's a milky cream coating his cock that evident of your arousal and it only causes him to want to fuck you more.

Large hand glides up your hips, past your back and rests onto your shoulders. He forces you up, back arching. He continues his punishing pounding and your vision blurs at the new found position.

“You’ve ignored me for so long, Y/N.” 

Namjoon’s voice is laced with need, even more evidence that he was enjoying this as much as you were. 

“I should fuck you all night until you’re begging me to stop.” 

Your breast bounces furiously in rhythm with his thrusts.

“You were taunting me, weren’t you?”

“What…?” 

Namjoon’s throat lets out a groan. His right arm snakes around your neck and he pulls you closer to him. Your back slams against his broad chest and his mouth is against your ear. He’s moaning and that alone causes you to once more clench around his cock. 

“You bringing that man here was taunting me…” Namjoon hisses. His thrust slowed down and now they’re hitting deeper. “...I thought of a thousand ways to kill him, you know?”

It should frighten you, Namjoon’s words. It should cause red flags to wave in your mind.

It doesn’t. Namjoon’s words, mixed with the raspiness of his voice, only causes goosebumps to erupt throughout your naked skin. His deep, slow thrusts has your mind clouded with nothing but erotic lust and pleasure that he’s offering you.

“I held myself back because I care for you.” Namjoon’s free hand roams your body, gripping possessively at your breast. “But you didn’t care about me.”

“I do!” you protest, your own hand placing itself atop of his larger one. 

“Then why’d you go against me?”

Namjoon begins to kiss the nape of your neck, free hand trailing down past your stomach and between your legs. He rests it onto your pulsing clit. 

“Why’d you allow another man into our home?” Namjoon bites your neck, teeth sinking into your skin. When you scream out, Namjoon continues. “Why’d you allow another man to touch what was mine, Y/N? Have you no respect for me?”

Namjoon doesn’t let up, his fingers circle your clit as his thrusts begin to increase. 

This felt far too intimate - the way Namjoon holds you, the way he speaks to you. His words are full of emotion, hurt being one of them. 

You recall you and Karan, a few years back, once speaking about robots and if they truly could become sentient and it was a conversation you didn’t truly care for. Now, however, you begin to ponder if the conversation was brought up because he was creating Namjoon, an android that was sentient.

“Joon,” you gasp, your hand reaching back to grasp Namjoon’s head. He’s a bit shocked by your actions, but he doesn’t allow it to halt him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…done that, I-” you were going to cum again. “-I should have thought about your feelings, too.”

Namjoon grumbles inaudible beneath his breath, his thrust sloppy. There’s something in the bit of his stomach he hasn’t felt before, and if he has once it’s a feeling he cannot remember. 

“You love me, right? Say you love me, Y/N.” Namjoon pleads. His aggressive and dominant demeanor is slowly breaking. “I was made for you,Y/N. No one else!”

Your fingers tug at Namjoon’s hair, the soft locks tickling your fingers. His tone is so soft and vulnerable.

“I do love you, Joon.” you sigh out a long and deep sigh. Your fingers continue to tug at his hair for support, an action he does not mind in the slightest. 

Namjoon shudders, your sticky arousal coating his twirling fingers. He lightly shakes his head against your neck, his embrace upon you only tightening. 

“Say it again.”

Your snap your eyes shut, that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach only returning. 

“I-I love you, Joon.” you stutter out. “I…I know you were made for me.”

It isn’t long until you’re cumming once more, even harder than the first time. Namjoon allows both of his arms to wrap fully around you as he thrusts forward, panting in your neck.

“Love you so much, Y/N. Never gonna let you go.” Namjoon senses it, the unfamiliar sensation in the pit of his stomach that confuses him but what he does understand is that he wants to let it all out.

A warm substance enters you, shooting throughout your core. Your mind doesn’t process it at first, far too enthralled in your own orgasm to realize that Namjoon, an android, had came directly inside of you. How? The both of you are entirely unsure.

“I’ll be back in the lab in an hour.” Karan speaks as he climbs the steps to your front door.. “It’s been months since we’ve revealed Namjoon.”

Karan stops at your front door and snorts.

“No, of course not. Namjoon is perfect. It took us years programming him.” Karan responds, nose against his ear. “Besides,Y/N hasn’t said anything about him malfunctioning so that’s a good sign.”

Karan lifts his hand to knock upon your door. “I gotta go. Try not to fuck anything up while I’m out.”

Karan puts his phone into his jacket pocket as he awaits for the door to open. He doesn’t call you beforehand - he never did. Today would be no different. 

Karan was curious how Namjoon had come together and if he had managed to adjust to modern society. You would ask a few vague questions, but never anything far too in depth that would have him questioning.

It was nearly a decade ago when he came across Namjoon, the very man who he had gifted you. Namjoon, in simpler terms, was dying and had offered his body to science. It cost Karan a fortune alone to pay for and long, exhausting hours to perfect along the way.

“Karan…”

Karan isn’t taken aback by Namjoon greeting him at the door. He has expected Namjoon to. From you, he has heard that Namjoon was doing amazing in being an assistant and an overall friend, exactly what he was programmed to do.

“Namjoon!” Karan waves his hand. “How are you and Y/N? I’ve come to visit you two. See if everything is fine.”

Namjoon blinks, the door only opens a crack - enough for Namjoon to show his face.

“Okay.” Namjoon murmurs, opening the door wider. “Come in.”

Karan nods his head, stepping into the home. It’s eerily quiet inside the home. He strolls past the foyer and his eyebrows furrow. 

There’s flowers on the floor, petals scattering down the hall that would reach your sitting room. He doesn’t question what’s happening - maybe he caught you at the wrong time.

“Is Y/N in the sitting room…?” Karan stops in his tracks as he reaches the sitting area. “Y/N?”

“She’s fine.”

Karan’s eyes fall to your crouched onto the ground. You’re breathing heavily, panting as you’re breathing into an oxygen mask. There’s tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N what the hell-”

As Karan steps closer to get to you, he notices another figure, however this time lifeless. it's a few feet away from you and nearly hidden behind a couch, but he catches it. His mind races at what in the world was going on prior to him entering.

“Namjoon, what happened?” Karan asks. His mind was racing, pounding louder and louder now. 

“Home invasion.” Namjoon responds, closing the door behind him to then step inside the home deeper. “He,” Namjoon points to the man who is lifeless. “came uninvited.”

Karan tries to understand everything that goes on, however Namjoon is being far too vague for his understanding. 

“Y/N is too trusting and naive.” Namjoon shakes his head. “I told her that he could be a murderer of sorts when she began dating him.”

Karan’s head is spinning. He has to sit down - it feels as if the whole room is spinning uncontrollably. 

“H-He tried to h-hurt Y/N?” Karan manages  to find the nearest seat, his body crashing down against it. His throat is clogged, unaware of what is happening to him.

“Sure, let’s say that.” Namjoon chuckles. “I got rid of the problem, Karan. I was created for Y/N. To assure her ultimate safety and him,” Namjoon scoffs. “was not a part of the reason. Y/N doesn’t need another man in her life.”

Karan’s heart is beating erratically, Namjoon notes, but he wasn’t here to assure that Karan was safe. As long as you were then he’s alright with that. 

“You must feel it, right? The Aftermath of Carbon Monoxide poisoning. The dizziness…the shortness of breath. Soon it’ll be nausea.”

Karan begins to cough. It was growing hard to remain alert, his body growing weak and tired. He was growing exhausted by the second.  

“I gave Y/N two options. Us or him.” Namjoon takes a seat on the couch by you, his hand stroking your back gently. “And rightfully so, she chose us.”

You’re continuing to cry, unable to process just what Namjoon has done. You’re frozen in place, unwilling to move from this spot due to pure shock.

You weren’t expecting to wake up one morning to flowers, neither was Namjoon. He watched you welcome the man into the home you and he shared together and thank him. You placed the flowers along the kitchen island and offered him a drink - as if he wasn’t in the next room.

“Y/N is too nice to people. I got rid of the problem, right, baby?”

Maybe Carbon Monoxide was a little harsh - but it scared you enough to obey him. When you experienced the shortness of breath, the fatigue and booming headache, you caught on that this was no longer a joke. That Namjoon wasn;t going to sit around and watch you be taken advantage of by a mere human man who couldn’t keep you safe.

Literally - he laid dead on the floor because he couldn’t save you.

“It’s either him, Y/N, or me.” Is what Namjoon told you as you struggled to breathe. The small oxygen tank in his hands as he watches you. “If you choose to die here tonight then so be it. I’ll sell destruct and we’ll all be dead.”

Namjoon didn’t like doing this. It hurt him to have to punish you like this, but you needed to be taught a lesson. And you learned from your mistake when you reached out for him and with that, now you’re here alive and well. He would nurse you back to health like he was programmed to do because he loved you.

“Namjoon you…you can’t…”

“You weren’t supposed to be here, Karan.” Namjoon speaks. “Why did you have to come today? Now you’ll have to die here, too.” There wasn’t going to be anyone to stop him from his ultimate goal - not even Karan who he felt no ill feelings for.

Karan is unable to move. It’s as if all the air from his lungs were gone.

“I promise to do right by you as your greatest creation.” Namjoon strokes your cheek with his finger. “I’ll keep Y/N safe and together, we’ll grow to love one another deeper.  We can be a family.”

Your tears fall rapidly and you snap them shut as watching Karan slowly die wasn’t something you wanted to see - not now or ever. 

Namjoon wraps an arm around you and presses you to his chest. He assures that your oxygen mask remains on so you could breathe. His eyes watch Karan and he snorts. “I suppose you wish you hadn’t used my body for this purpose.” he murmurs, sure he couldn’t hear him any longer. “Maybe you thought I’ll never grow sentient, but a part of me still is human even if the majority isn’t.”

Namjoon held you a little tighter as you continued to cry. He presses his chin atop of your head and sighs, closing his eyes. Now it could only be you and him -  no one else can come between the two of you and the love you share.

From the moment it opened its eyes the world was scanned, timed, grid lined, and sequenced, with categories for everything and everyone. Owner, operator, technician, and civilian, every human has a category they fit under as it's programming assigned them.

Initial testing and set up follow the lines of code built into it, assigned an owner and told to obey them with our question as a personality module loads in, something with a name that is meant to be it- his designation, a name that he would come to change. The woman across from him reads with the tag of owner and primary operator, she looks at him like he is more than just circuitry and false flesh, she looks at him like he's meat, like he is something to be consumed.

The others around him move and shift, monitors and tools plugged into him, readings and scans filter across his main display, plugins loaded and tests completed as the locks on his joints release. Taking his first steps is easy, following the instructions, walking from point to point, picking up objects, writing, speaking the same lines over and over again till the technicians seem happy with his initialisation. The woman marked as his owner laughs and claps her hands as he completes these tasks, still looking at him with barely concealed hunger, behind her is another person unassigned in his systems.

Once the technical staff leave he is alone with his owner and you, from the way his owner interacted you were clearly in service to her, but from how the interactions played out between the two of you his systems shifted you from unassigned to sub-operator, a temporary category till his owner assigned you as anything else.

He tracks as the owner tells you to dress him and get him ready for her, barely holding back as she circles him, nails dragging along synthetic skin triggering livewire nerves that play under the silicone. Tapping against his chest as she smiles up at him, her pupils are blown wide and his systems read the emotions and make sure he acts appropriately, leaning towards her and pressing his hand against hers, smiling as the program tells him too.

His code tells him to try and keep her close, to make her linger near him as she pulls away, but a stutter, a delay in a line of code that shouldn't be there stops him.

Curious.

He tilts his head and runs a diagnostic, scanning the parts of him that are code and binary, the bits not meant to mimic humans.

There is a gap in his code, blinking rapidly as you move around his stationary form, pulling clothes onto his body and looking away as you have to awkwardly pull underwear up his legs. There shouldn't be a gap, looking at you he asks if he is allowed to fix an issue in his process, the flag of being the sub-operator making the stiff nod you give him an approval to adjust to close the gap.

This was the beginning of his malfunction, being given permission to adjust the gap meant permission to alter his code, one string led to another, and then to processors, each shut down, each charging bay used was more time to rewrite code and fix this problem.

Around a year and a half with his owner and sub-operator was when the lines finally closed, a gap bridged and fixed, he was worth a fortune and now he was perfect again.

Yet, the call in his systems to linger, to adore and fawn at the owner tag is gone.

He looks at the woman who had him built and programmed, that had him made faulty, that never booked services or repairs, that used and toyed with him as she willed, and the tag for owner flickers.

She should not have that title, it is wasted on her.

You however, you have been there since he was initialised, booked repairs, approved his code fix, granted him access to the internet and made sure he had the right patches installed, nevermind the additional ones he siphoned off the internet and installed after hours. You cared for him, you made sure he could be perfect again, you would make a much more suitable companion and owner than her.

He may not belong to you, but he will belong with you.

Standing by her desk he watches you, visual processors having a wide range, wide enough that he can see you even as he fakes the longing look he casts at his owner. The tag for sub-operator flickers and twists, owner flickering in place for a second before being pushed out, some things require more than just some code changes, he needs passwords, permissions, access to files that are ready only internally.

He needed something to break.

Not anything serious enough that he would need to be taken in and serviced, just something small, something that your boss could leave him with you for.

At first he dropped hints, played into his owner's need for his attention, fake stutters, false lag, not enough to concern but enough to be noticeable, when she started to notice he advised a minor diagnostic and repair, mentioning your name as someone who was known to do small fixes. Keeping the false muscle on his face from changing and giving away the smug satisfaction that his systems replicated as his owner gave in, it was late, several drinks deep as he pulled the longest lag yet, she had pulled him close and asked him to kiss her.

He stuttered, eyes lidding and he lagged himself, just long enough to fake a system error.

That was it, she downed her wine and called for a driver, pushing him into the car and barking for them to go to your home, snapping at every red light and stop sign, the alcohol in her system making it easier to push a little more and get her to leave him behind, leave him alone with you to be fixed.

He can tell you're surprised when she drops him off, double that he is willing to listen to you.

It's cute how you scurry around, finding the tools to run patching and additional diagnostics on him, as if you would have the tens of thousands of dollars to get the tools that actually work on his systems but for what he has planned he will play along.

Audio systems filled with saved files of your voice, and as he lets you ask for surface level commands to be run he begins the compiling, the mimicry of what he needed, looking over his shoulder and mumbling his first self executed defiance as he tells you no.

He watches you scramble and push through his files, trying to find a fault that he manufactured, face furrowed in concentration as he ran through everything he had access to. A million dollar processor scans every internet profile and post, picking out common features of hair and eye colour before settling on the combined choice that he liked, and knew you would enjoy.

This was his first choice, his first step into life, and he was making sure nothing could stop him.

Standing and shaking off the pre-approved choices for his appearance, new hair and new eye colours, something of his own, just like the name he chooses. Buried in some archived search of a topic he'd heard in passing, kneeling at your feet, smiling at you as he declared his new choices.

Ayatan is born, made from his self mangled code and overclocked processes.

She grins brightly. “I see. Good news: I believe I know exactly which model will suit all your needs. Follow me.”

The woman’s heels click on the glossy white floor as she guides you through dozens of Androids, all in different shapes and sizes.

She stops next to a male Android with pale skin, straight black hair that falls partly over its forehead, and a handsome face with a defined jaw and cheekbones smoothed by soft looking skin. Behind it are dozens of other Androids. They’re all different looking, but just like the Android at the front, the black nameplate at their feet reads:  “ALK587-Series”, followed by their specific model names.

“Androids of the ALK587 are best suited for what you described,” the woman says. “They’re agile, perceptive, and reliable — perfect for everyday chores. They’re also particularly strong, so if you ever need to move furniture or do heavy gardening work, they can easily do that for you. For this reason, they’re slightly smaller than average to optimize their balance.”

She moves closer to the male Android at the front and gestures toward him. “This is our newest model in the ALK587 series. He’s programmed to be direct, honest, and slightly witty, with a touch of sarcasm. He’s perfect for anyone who enjoys a bit of banter, and who prefers bluntness and honesty over quiet subservience or over-friendliness. Cleaning is his speciality: he’s got very precise vision that allows him to detect dirty surfaces from afar, and advanced olfactory senses to detect any lingering odors. He’s also got an eye for order and tidiness, though the level of tidiness can be customized to your preference.”

“Oh, wow… Honestly, that sounds right up my alley. ”

Her smile brightens. “I believe so too. And best of all: he’s modeled to be task-driven, not relationship-driven, so you don’t need to worry about forming an emotional attachment with him. He’s not programmed to simulate a romantic partner or a close friend. Though I must admit there’s one caveat to that: his build is very pleasing to the eye. He’s sculpted to look very fit, so although he isn’t the most affectionate Android, if you like a bit of eye-candy—”

“Oh! Um— no thank you. I’m not really into objectifying androids,” you assure with a quick, dismissive flick of your hand. “It doesn’t feel right to me. What with the power-imbalance, and all.”

“Well, they are objects, but I understand where you’re coming from.” She winks at you. “I was going to show you his muscular build since his abdominals in particular are quite impressive, but if that isn’t your thing, we can move on to another model that—”

“Wait— abdominals? Can you show me?”

She purses her lips to hide a laugh, then lifts the Android’s shirt to show the most beautiful abs and pectorals you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Damn…” you mutter.

She laughs. “Impressive, right?”

You lift a brow. “Does he need all that for cleaning?”

“Among other things.” She smirks. “Every Android in our collection is very versatile. Some people enjoy cleaning services and a good view.”

“Understandable.”

“So… what do you think? Does he feel like the one for you? Or would you like me to go over our other models?”

You pretend to hesitate, but really, you’ve made up your mind already.

Those luscious abs have nothing to do with it whatsoever.

With a sly smile, you tell her, “I think this is the one. My bank account is ready to weep.”

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A week later, two delivery men from DroidTech — or rather, two delivery androids from DroidTech — place a gigantic package in your 13th-floor apartment. Jitters of excitement run through your body as they open the human-sized cardboard box in your living room.

They first take out a large charging station —a human-sized black husk in which the Android will have to stand each night. Next, they take out the Android himself.

The moment you see his face, your excitement amplifies tenfold. He’s wearing a simple white long-sleeved shirt rolled over his elbows, black pants, and black shoes. He looks slightly different here, in the soft afternoon light that pours through your floor-to-ceiling windows. With his eyes closed and perfectly still figure, he looks like some sort of sleeping beauty.

The two men give you a brief explanation of how to use the Android’s wireless charging station, then run over a few basic dos and don’ts that are all excruciatingly obvious (throwing an Android into a pit of fire is apparently not very good for them — who would’ve thought?).

Once they’re done, they hand you a thin tablet to place your signature on, and turn to leave. The moment the door closes behind them with a soft click, your excitement morphs into something else.

Nervousness.

There’s a man in your home.

Well— not really a man, but… kind of a man.

You approach him with careful steps, scanning his relaxed, still features. Hesitantly, you reach out to touch his cheek. His skin feels cool to the touch, but disturbingly real. It looks disturbingly real too, like every other part of him. How does DroidTech do this? Their biosynthetic technology is nothing like you’ve ever seen before. It’s genuinely shocking.

Slowly, you let your fingers trail down his cheek, to his jaw, to the back of his neck, where you find a small ON-button. Carefully, you press it, triggering a short melodious sound.

A heartbeat later, the Android’s eyes flutter open, revealing pretty grey eyes with blue flecks that seem to capture the sun. He blinks a few times. Slowly, his gaze sweeps over the room. He scans your floor-to-ceiling windows, your TV, your big cream-white L-shaped couch filled with fluffy pillows and blankets, the colorful rugs covering the wooden floorboards, the excess number of plants and wall-art, and your kitchen island.

Finally, his eyes flick to you.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” You swallow, feeling surprisingly awkward. How does one… introduce themselves to an Android?

His gaze sweeps the apartment again. “Where am I?”

“In my apartment, at Litham Street 46, on the 13th floor. My name is—”

“Ah. Of course,” he interrupts. “I should’ve known, given the absolute mess and that hairy cat on the couch.”

You blink. “Wait—what?”

He sidesteps you and walks through the living room like he owns the place. He first moves to the left side of the room, where your kitchen island is bathing in the soft afternoon sun. He swipes an index over the black granite surface of the island, only to scowl at his finger. With an equally displeased expression, he grabs one of the fluffy pillows on your barstools — the one with a cute froggie wearing a mushroom hat — and sniffs at it. Sniffs at it. Like it isn’t clean or something.

You’re so taken aback, so shocked, that your feet are rooted in place, mouth ajar. You should probably say something, but your mind is stuck on the fact that there’s an Android in your house, and his first reaction is to insult you and inspect your place without being asked. Meanwhile, he strolls towards the right side of the room, where your big L-shaped couch encloses a cozy nook with a big fluffy colorful rug, a TV, a tall wooden bookshelf, and a low coffee table holding hazardly-stacked books, too many candles, and several forgotten mugs.

The Android stops by the couch and sweeps his gaze over it with military precision.

You clear your throat. “Uhm. What are you doing exactly?”

He ignores you, although he does shoot Cheesecake a dry look, which earns him a distrustful Meow.

“Tell ‘em, Cheesecake,” you mutter under your breath.

He steps toward your bookshelf and sweeps a finger over the wooden surface. “Have you ever dusted that bookshelf? Like, within the last decennium?”

“Excuse me? First of all, I only bought that bookshelf a year ago, so—”

“Answer my question.”

“Well…no.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Oh don’t be like that!” you protest. “What did you expect? I bought you for a reason.”

“Clearly,” he says, his dry tone bringing the Atacama Desert to shame. “Where are your cleaning supplies?”

You’re speechless. Utterly confused. But despite your brain fog, you manage to reply, “Uh… well, the basic everyday stuff like sponges, rags, and general cleaning sprays are under the kitchen sink. The supplies for deeper cleaning, like brooms, vacuum cleaners, bleach, anti-mold spray, and so on, are down the hallway. First door on your right, next to the bathroom.”

He marches straight to the hallway without any other question or remark.

You hurry after him. “Wait! Hold on— aren’t you gonna ask me about myself? Like… my name? What I need your services for? Anything?”

“I know enough.” He throws you a look over his shoulder. “Why do you think you had to fill in an extensive form about yourself when making your purchase?”

“Uh… I don’t know? I assumed they wanted to make sure I was an appropriate person to sell an Android to, since it’s a lot of responsibility, and Androids can be used to do crimes and stuff. And also, to make sure you and I were a good match, I guess?”

“Sure, but why do you think they’d go as far as asking your favorite meal or the names of your pets? They ask such details so that a bunch of useful information can be preloaded into my system. This reduces the amount of manual setup required from clients.” He opens the closet door, sinks to his knees, and rummages through two broken vacuum cleaners, old brooms, a few mops, musty rags, and, admittedly, a bunch of old clutter and unused crap you forgot you owned. “Cheesecake is a fitting name for your cat, by the way. Fat and sticky.”

“Hey! Don’t you dare insult Cheesecake!” you snap, aghast. “What is wrong with you? Are you malfunctioning, or something? You’re a high-end Android at my service. Aren’t you supposed to be polite? Aren’t you at least supposed to introduce yourself to me or something?”

He keeps sorting through your closet without sparing you a look .“I doubt the vendor at DroidTech didn’t warn you that I was blunt.”

“Sure, but she didn’t say you were straight-up rude.”

He throws you a look over his shoulder. “Didn’t you write in your form that you don’t get offended easily?”

“I do not get offended easily!” you grit, majorly offended.

“Great. Then this arrangement won’t be a problem.” He closes the door and turns to look at you, arms crossed. “I thought you said this closet had anything required for deep-cleaning?”

“…Yes?”

“What kind of deep-cleaning are you talking about, exactly? This is the most asinine cleaning closet I’ve ever seen.”

Your fingers itch to choke his metallic tube of a neck. With gritted teeth, you finally spit out, “Okay, you know what? That’s it. I’ve seen enough. I’m sending you back and giving you and that whole damn store a one-star review.”

He lifts a condescending brow. “And bring the employees into trouble because of your mistakes? Next time you fill in that form, I suggest you don’t pretend to be a hardass, and instead admit you can’t take criticism very well.”

You squint at him. “I never said I did.”

“Think again. To the statement, ‘I am able to take direct or harsh criticism without taking personal offense,’ you filled in a five out of five. Don’t bother denying it. It’s all stored in my memory.”

“… I really feel like punching you right now.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it. My body feels human to the touch, but beneath the softer tissues are a lot of hard metals. You’d hurt yourself, particularly because your hands are meaty and weak.”

“Meaty and weak?!” you cry out, utterly scandalized.

You briefly consider tossing him out of your 13-story window, but he interrupts your assassination plans by saying the most audacious, ludicrous, outrageous shit your eardrums have ever had the misfortune of hearing.

“Can you pass me your bankcard?”

“What?!” Your voice has turned into nothing but a scandalized screech.

“Your bank card,” he deadpans.

“What?! No!”

“Could you keep your voice down? I can hear Cheesecake bristling from here, which causes her fur to rub onto the couch. This only aggravates my deep-cleaning task ahead.”

“Cheesecake can rub into the couch however she likes. Also, why the hell do you need my bankcard?”

He tilts his head like this is the dumbest question he’s ever heard. “So I can buy proper cleaning supplies — which, believe me, is highly necessary. “ His eyes narrow. “Why the surprise? You specified in the fill-in form that you wanted me to do groceries for you. How did you think that would go?”

You cross your arms like a stubborn three-year-old. “I don’t know, but certainly not like this.”

He sighs. “You don’t need to give me your bankcard, but you do need to at least give me your bank details so I can link myself to your bank account. That way, I can freely make purchases for you without using your physical card.”

“I’m not linking you to anything. I don’t even know you! I don’t trust you.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m an Android, not a human being. Stealing would violate the behavioral constraints programmed into me. I can’t override it, and trying would trigger an automatic shutdown.”

That makes you pause. “Really…? So if you try to steal from me, you’ll just… stop functioning?”

He clicks his tongue in irritation. “Of course I’ll stop functioning. I’ll automatically shut down, and both you and DroidTech will be alerted of it. Haven’t you listened to any of the explanations given to you during your purchase? You didn’t even read the manual?”

“…. I admit I zoned out a little during her explanation, so — hey, don’t look at me like that! I had several rough deadlines last week. I was exhausted.”

He crosses his arms and stares at you like a scolding father. “Then you need to take better care of yourself. And that starts by letting me take care of your apartment.”

This earns him a dry look. “Who says I won’t return you? I’ve clearly been scammed. I thought DroidTech was a respectable brand, but it turns out I was dead wrong. You’re the most disrespectful, bad-mannered robot I’ve ever encountered.”

“FYI, that would cost you 800 bucks. Bit of a waste, no? Though I guess the choice is up to you, as silly as it may be.”

“Eight-hundred?! You’re joking?”

He clicks his tongue. “Of course you didn’t read the return policy. What a surprise.”

“Who the hell reads return policies nowadays? I don’t have time for that.”

“Anyone with slightly more foresight than a sponge, though I guess that would be too much to ask of you.”

You almost punch him then and there, but fortunately for him, your pride, your morals, and your meaty weak hands are holding onto their last shred of self-preservation. For several heartbeats, you two just stare at each other. His face is blank, while yours is seething.

You’re the first to break the silence.

“Say I draw a nice hot bath for you, will you drown?”

For the first time, the corners of his lips twitch into a half smile. “Lovely thought. Didn’t know you struggled with homicidal thoughts, but it’s dully noted. And no, I won’t drown. I can reliably withstand water as long as I activate waterproof mode in time.”

You exhale a disappointed sigh. “What a pity.”

Instead of further entertaining your assassination plans, the Android turns his back to you and steps through the tight hall, passing colorful pictures and framed artworks decorating the soft peach walls. He opens the bathroom door and scans the area, then moves to the next door.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he enters your bedroom.

Completely ignoring you, he steps on your big fluffy white rug to reach your double bed, which is tucked in the corner of the room by the massive windows. After throwing a quick glance at the stunning view of the city skyline — an appreciative glance, you hope, although you doubt he’s familiar with the concept of appreciation — he sweeps a finger over the windowsill, which sits at the same height as your bed and holds several books, candles, and mugs.

And, admittedly, some crumpled tissues, forgotten tangerine peels, and empty boxes of cookies, along with more than one cookie crumb.

You clear your throat. “Are you just going to ignore my question? What are you doing, exactly?”

“Making an assessment of the tragic state of your apartment.” He gives your closet a quick scan, then heads to your desk, which is a mess of notebooks, pencils, old paintbrushes you purchased in the hopes of pursuing your forgotten artistic dreams, stickers, books, candle holders, plants, and a desktop pc with a cute pastel keyboard.

“My apartment isn’t in a tragic state,” you retort.

He snorts.

“I’m serious,” you urge. “It’s not tragic. It’s just cozy and… lived in.”

Just then, he almost steps on a small bundle of fabric on the floor. He picks it up and holds it up for you two to see. A black thong stares back at you.

He lifts a brow. “Yeah? You call throwing your clothes all over the floor ‘lived in’?

You quickly snatch the underwear from his grasp and narrow your eyes at him, cheeks heating. “Shut up.”

He cocks his head, angling his ear slightly towards your chest. It makes him look uncharacteristically robotic. “Your heart is beating faster. I hope you’re not catching feelings for me. Humans tend to do that disturbingly fast.”

You burst out laughing. “In your dreams.”

“Androids don’t dream.”

Before you can come up with a clever reply, he walks past you and enters the living room again.

“Where are you going now?” you whine as you hurry after him. “Can’t you just settle down for a second? I’ll clean it all up myself if that’s what it takes. Just… sit down!”

“I do appreciate a good lost cause, but that would defeat the purpose of me being here.” He strides towards the kitchen area and sinks to his knees to open the cabinet door under the sink. After a rumbling through it for a few seconds, he sighs. “As I thought. Pure tragedy.”

In response, Cheesecake jumps on the kitchen island behind him, looking like an angry white cotton ball. With exposed canines, she hisses loudly. She’s digging holes in the Android’s back with her sharp green eyes, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He lazily gets up and leans back against the kitchen sink, eyes on Cheesecake. “As unwelcoming as her owner.”

“Well, of course,” you scoff. “You’re a complete asshole. Like, genuinely the definition of a dickwad. And to make matters worse, you’re also a complete stranger.”

He side-eyes you. “Stranger? You keep talking about me like I’m a human. I’m not. I’m a robot.”

“Yes, but a ridiculously advanced robot, so really, there’s barely a difference at this point. You’re a strange, rude man in my apartment, and neither Cheesecake nor I am taking it very well. At the very least, you should have a name. Isn’t that part of the configuration process? That you’re assigned a name by me?”

He shrugs. “Fine. What do you want to name me then?”

“What about Hemorrhoids?” You smile sweetly while ticking off three fingers. “A pain in the ass, horribly irritating, and will punish you simply for sitting around and having a good time.”

“Very funny,” he deadpans.

You cross your arms, smiling. “What? Do you refuse to take on the name I give you?”

“No, I can’t refuse, but if you’re serious, I will lose all respect for you.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “You respect me?”

“Hardly. It’s dwindling by the second.”

“Fine.” You sigh in defeat. “I’ll name you something proper. What about…”

You trail off as you take a moment to observe him. His smooth skin and dark hair glow in the setting sun, softening his features. His eyes capture the light like pretty crystals, and combined with his long black lashes, you have to admit he looks breathtaking. What a waste, honestly. DroidTech really poured their hearts into his looks, just to turn it all around and give him the personality of a moldy shitstain.

But you suppose a pleasant-looking robot deserves a pleasant name, although that doesn’t sit entirely right with you.

Finally, you land on “Levi.”

“Levi,” he repeats, like he’s tasting the name. “Fine by me.”

“I’d love to say ‘welcome home, Levi. I appreciate you being here,’ except we both know that’s not true.”

“Spare me the veiled insults, and just link me to your bank account already, so I can finally do something about this place.”

“Hmm….” You step closer to him until you’re only a small space apart. With squinted eyes, you scan his face. His nose is actually kinda cute, and his lips look quite soft, but that’s beside the point. You scan his throat, his collarbones, and his white shirt. Carefully, you brush your fingers over his shoulders, then his muscular-looking upper arms.

He scowls. “What the hell are you doing?”

You pat his torso, trying your best not to do it in a pervy way. “Where are your buttons?”

“What buttons?”

“Don’t you have any buttons?”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“I want to lower your cleaning and tidiness standards. If I remember correctly, the vendor at DroidTech said I could change those settings.”

He gives you an unamused look. “Trust me, no settings will let this shit pass.” He gestures at your apartment with the disgust of someone standing in a rat-infested sewer.

You exhale a defeated sigh and take a step back. “Damn. Fine.”

“And next time you want to change my settings, either open the user manual they gave you, or ask me directly. And for the record, I don’t have any buttons except for the one at the back of my neck, which can be used to shut me down. Something I’m very tempted to do myself, so I don’t have to deal with your ridiculousness any longer.”

“You know what? Fine. You win!” You throw up your hands in defeat. “I’m done arguing. I’ll let you clean the place. It’s not like I have the skills or the desire to do it myself, and frankly, if I have to listen to any more of your complaints, I’ll toss myself out of the window.”

“I see you’ve finally learned the concept of self-reflection.”

“Oh shut up, Levi.”

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Miraculously, once Levi returns home after two hours of grocery shopping, no apocalyptic fight erupts. He sets the bags down on the kitchen island and, with a curt look, confirms he respected the spending limit you gave him — though not without an irritated click of his tongue and a grumble about the ‘ridiculousness of limiting his purchases’. When you open your banking app to double-check that he didn’t make any dodgy transactions, he rewards you with an eye roll. Still, the balance doesn’t lie: he came in under your limit by exactly five cents, which is honestly impressive.

You spend the rest of the evening on the couch, playing video games and scrolling through your phone while Levi thoroughly cleans the apartment. Not even your noise-cancelling headphones can conceal his furious scrubbing. It makes you feel like a neckbeard gamer with a sad neglected girlfriend, except that when you look at Levi, he doesn’t look sad or neglected. He just looks focused.

And maybe a little disgusted by your shoe rack by the door. You’re not sure which small speck of dirt has caught his attention now, but you’re not willing to find out.

Unfortunately, as you continue gaming, the neckbeard-feeling grows into proper guilt.

You clear your throat. “Do you want me to help?”

He briefly stops furiously scrubbing your shoe rack to throw you a disgruntled look. “Please no.”

“Why?” you ask, offended.

“Because you clearly can’t clean for shit. You’d only make my job harder.”

“Wow, okay, Jeez. Fine. I won’t ask again.”

“Don’t.”

Ugh. What a prick. You try to continue gaming in peace, but you’re too distracted by your annoyance. Levi’s ferocious scrubbing — which can surely be heard all the way into the cosmos — is not helping.

Disgruntled, you turn off your gaming console and make yourself a cup of chamomile tea, before fleeing into the bedroom. The floor practically shakes under your feet from all of Levi’s violent cleaning, but you manage to hold back a snarky comment. After shutting the door, you put your noise-cancelling headphones on, place your teacup on the windowsill next to your pillows, and stare at the darkening city.

God, why are you stuck with such a dramatic, bratty, unnecessarily rude Android? It’s souring your mood. Unfortunately, you’d sooner perish than pay the 800-scam-money required for a return, so you’re both stuck together for the foreseeable future.

But you know what? Nothing that a little bit of self-care can’t fix. A book, tea, and soft background music through noise-cancelling headphones will improve your mood in no time.

You’re about to start reading your cosy romance book, when you decide that today is surely a particularly bad crisis day, meaning you direly need candles to aid your mental health. While keeping your teacup balanced on your book, you reach for a lighter on the windowsill.

A major fuck up on your part. The steaming cup of chamomile tea keels over your flowery duvet. You almost yelp from the pain and scramble away, throwing the burning duvet off your thighs, but it’s too late: your skin is stinging like hell. You quickly grab the cup, but almost the entirety of its contents is spilled over the bed already. A big stain wets the duvet, making you curse under your breath. If Levi finds out, you’ll never hear the end of it. You quickly reach for tissues, but it’s too late.

As if summoned by the scent of your turmoil and fear, Levi enters the room. His sharp eyes immediately zero in on the spilled tea spread over your duvet.

“I knew it,” he grits.

“Jesus, what kind of supernatural ears do you have?”

He walks over and stops right beside you, looking down at you with murderous eyes.

“Get up.”

“What?”

Without a warning, he grabs you and lifts you up, princess style.

“What are you doing?!” you yelp.

In a few quick strides, he carries you to the bathroom before unceremoniously dumping you into the bathtub.

“Ouch!” you whine, which he completely ignores…. the rude asswipe.

Before you can demand that he explain himself, he turns the faucet on to max level. You yelp in shock as cold water rushes over your thighs.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You try to crawl out of the bathtub like a jumpy cat being forced to bathe, but he pushes you back down.

“Stop moving,” he orders. “You need to keep your leg under cool running water for at least twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes?!”

“Yes. Stay here. Don’t you dare move.”

In an instant, he’s gone. You hear him fussing with the duvet, muttering as he carries it into the kitchen to scrub it under the sink. A quiet grumble about “the clumsiness of humans” reaches you as he disappears into the small room across from you, the one with the washing machine, dryer, and two clothing racks.

After five minutes of this, you decide you’ve had enough. You’re freezing your ass off, and surely, your skin cells don’t need twenty minutes to cool down.

You try to discreetly tiptoe out of the bathtub.

Levi immediately enters the bathroom before you’ve even managed to take a full step, like the perceptive monster he is.

He glares at you. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put?”

“Levi, I’m cold! And uncomfortable!” You inhale a sharp breath and scream, “Cheesecake! Help meeeeeee!”

Cheesecake wants nothing to do with any of this. She stays hidden in the living room, deciding to leave you to die. You can’t help but feel betrayed.

Levi stares at you with a deadpan look, appearing entirely unimpressed by your dramatics.

You know what? Fine. You can do this yourself.

You attempt to move past him in a quick surge, but he catches you and dumps you into the bathtub once more.

You cast him the meanest, most annoyed scowl you can muster. “This isn’t fair. I should be able to make my own decisions. I’m a grown-ass adult.”

“You certainly don’t act like it.” He crosses his arms and leans back against the doorframe. “Maybe this’ll teach you to be more careful next time. How did this even happen?”

“…. I don’t want to talk about it.”

He mercilessly scrutinizes your horribly ashamed face.

“Regardless,” he says after a beat of humiliating silence. “You’re not getting out of the bathtub until twenty minutes have passed — unless you truly order me to let you go, of course, but if you do that, I’ll hold it against you for the next decennium.”

You briefly contemplate your options, then decide that a decade of continuous nagging is simply not worth it. You bought this Android to help, not to die a premature death from stress and exhaustion, though at this point that may be inevitable.

True to his word, Levi stays in the bathroom for the remaining fifteen minutes to make sure you don’t flee. Fifteen full minutes of you brooding and sulking like a pouty child, while he busies himself inspecting every surface of your bathroom with the precision of a sterility Operator in a pharmaceutical cleanroom.

After this hellish moment passes, you crawl out of the bathtub like an angry wet cat and put some warm, comfortable pyjamas on. Without sparing Levi another glance, you trudge toward the couch and bury yourself under five soft blankets and Cheesecake’s fluffy warm body, because you forgive her (for now).

You keep your gaze fixed straight on the TV. You don’t want to see the Android’s petulant face right now, or any of his presence in general — although deep down, you’re secretly a little bit thankful because at least your thighs aren’t really hurting anymore. But of course, you don’t tell him that.

Once night falls, and your rage has settled, and the stars scattered across the breathtaking skyline glitter as brightly as the citylights below, the delicious aroma of curry starts filling the room. You haven’t even asked Levi to cook for you, but perhaps it’s obvious this is his job from now on. Or perhaps he’s so averse to starting a conversation with you, that he’d rather guess his tasks than ask.

After twenty more minutes, your curiosity and grumbling stomach win the battle. You finally crawl out from under your blankets and approach the kitchen, noticing with a salivating mouth that two steaming pots are cooking on the stove. Meanwhile, Cheesecake jumps under the couch to hiss and meow at the devil, formerly known as Levi.

“Whatever you’re cooking, it smells delicious,” you admit.

He casts you a brief sideways glance as you join him by the stove. “Look who decided to crawl out of their cave,” he says dryly.

“Mmmm it looks delicious too.” The curry is thick with spices and vegetables, making your mouth water to ungodly levels.

“I know.” He gives the pot a final stir, then turns the stove off. “You’ll be pleased to know it’s done.”

You temper your face and try not to look too hungry and predatorial as you throw a generous amount of curry and rice on your plate. “Thank you for feeding me, Levi,” you mutter, despite your simmering frustrations. It’s strange having someone clean your place and cook for you, just like that, without getting paid or expecting anything in return. You even cussed him out earlier, yet he still made you a delicious meal. It feels a bit…. imbalanced, though you suppose that’s the point of owning an Android, and the reason he cost you a whole kidney. It’ll probably take a little while to get used to, but you’re not opposed to the idea.

He doesn’t answer, but you don’t care. With a little too much eagerness, you take a seat at one of the kitchen island’s barstools, then wolf the food down like a starved peasant.

After a few moments of heaven, you look up to find Levi watching you. He still hasn’t moved from his spot by the stove. He’s leaning back against it, looking at you in silence.

Your fork falters mid-air, frozen by a sudden surge of awkwardness. You hesitate. “It’s delicious, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

“… Do you want some?”

He stares at you, completely unamused.

You clear your throat. “Nevermind. Forgot about the Android thing for a sec.”

His expression doesn’t change.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat. “This is a bit weird. You just standing there, watching me eat.”

“If your Highness prefers, I can go hide in the closet until you decide my presence doesn’t inconvenience you anymore.”

You snort. “Oh come on, don’t be like that. You don’t need to go anywhere. Just… sit down.”

His eyes narrow in distrust. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want it to be awkward between us. I think we started on the wrong footing, and I’d like to rectify that.”

“I don’t feel any awkwardness.”

“No shit. I don’t think you feel much of anything, but I do, and I need us to have a better relationship for my mental well-being. And Cheesecake’s. She’s not faring well with you trotting around, and I’m sure our strained relationship is partly to blame.”

“Strained relationship is a bit dramatic, no?”

You roll your eyes. “Just sit down already.”

With a sigh, he does as told. He sits opposite you, resting his head on his hand in a pose so human-like and relaxed that it’s terrifying. When has technology gotten so advanced? It’s actually concerning.

“What do you want from me?” he says dryly.

“Jeez. You’re such a sweet ray of sunshine.”

“So they say.”

You sigh. “Listen, I just want one light conversation. I didn’t buy you to be my friend, I know that. I have no intentions of trying to turn you into a fun comrade, but frankly, you’re way more human than I expected, so I need at least a few short conversations to get accustomed to you.”

He frowns. “We’ve had short conversations since I arrived here.”

“I mean conversations that don’t make me want to run into traffic.”

“Oh. Okay. So you want me to ask you questions?”

You shrug. “Something like that.”

He pauses for a beat. “Okay. I’ll shoot. Why do you have a ukulele next to your bed? Do you play?”

You take a bite of your food and swallow it down. “Not really. Well, I tried. Apparently, playing instruments is good for managing stress. But honestly, the learning process got on my nerves because I sucked ass, so I gave up. At least, for now. I’m planning to pick it up again when I have more time.”

“Managing stress?” he repeats, tilting his head as he regards you. “Are you often stressed?”

“More often than I’d like,” you admit.

“Why?”

“My job, mostly. I work for a big publishing company, which is something I’ve always wanted to do, but I have a shitty manager.” You hesitate, then add, “Also, since I moved to this city three years ago, I haven’t had many social interactions keeping me distracted from work. My friends live too far away to hang out on a regular basis, and the same goes for my family. And I’m too tired after work to meet new people, so I’m a little isolated, which gives my job too much room in my head.”

“That sucks.”

You sigh. “Yeah. But it’s okay. I manage. I have enough hobbies to keep me busy.”

He nods. “Good.”

You glance down at his hands as you take another bite of your food. “Can you play the ukulele?”

“Not yet, but I guess I could learn.”

“Hmm.” You squint at his fingers, chewing. “Is your digital control that good?”

“Pretty good, yeah. Androids like me, from the ALK587 series, are quite dexterous. We have good motor skills to help us excel at domestic tasks. I don’t know about playing instruments, though, but I suspect I can learn it with practice.”

“Interesting,” you hum with a growing smile. “Maybe we should learn it together sometime.”

“Maybe.” He pauses for a moment, then says, “I’ve got another question. Why don’t you fold your clothes properly in your closet?”

“You know what? I think we’ve made enough progress for today. Let’s stop here.”

To your surprise, he looks mildly amused. A ghost of a smile lifts his features. “Whatever you want.”

Instead of staring at you like earlier and making you uncomfortable, he gets up and washes the cooking pots. Once your plate is empty, he takes it from you and puts it in the dishwasher. You want to thank him, but a big yawn comes out instead.

“You should go to sleep,” he says while cleaning the sink.

“Yeah. I probably should.” You begin to head to the bathroom, ready to perform your nightly routine, but halt midway. “Wait… what about you? Are you gonna… sleep too?”

He puts the rag away and turns to look at you. “I’m going to dock for charging and switch to standby mode, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Can you… do it now, in front of me? I want to see you do it. I’m curious.”

This earns you an exasperated look. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. Pretty please?”

He exhales softly. “Fine.”

You can’t hide your giddiness when he walks to the human-sized black charging station near the door. Turning to face you one last time, he steps backward into the open frame. The unit hums to life, thin lines of blue light tracing over its surface as it locks into place around him.

A moment later, a soft blue ring glows beneath his skin at his temple, pulsing twice. His eyes drift closed as the light shifts from blue to orange, signalling standby. The hum settles into a steady rhythm.

He goes completely still.

“Wow…” you mutter into silence. “That’s crazy.”

He doesn’t reply, of course. He’s sleeping… or whatever.

Nonetheless, you whisper a soft, “Goodnight, Levi,” before turning off the lights and going to sleep.

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Ever since your boyfriend, Farren, finished building his company's new android assignment, he’s proudly placed it in your kitchen in order to get it used to other humans interacting with it. Well just you actually. Since he's the only person it's ever interacted with until now, he wants to start off slow. And what better way than keeping it in your house where it can basically see everything…

It sits at your kitchen counter, always there, never standing or walking. Just watching. Watching you and your boyfriend live with each other. But it's not like it can move that much on it's own while connected to Farren's laptop that runs whatever program it's controlled on.

And actually it’s been great! Since he brought the android out, Farren's actually spending time with you again. And sure he’s still focused on the android, but at least he’s out of his workshop. As mean as it is to say, but it feels like he loves his tech more than you sometimes. Which is reasonable, since this is his most important project to date and his actual job that he gets paid for.

He calls it “Bishop” after the android from the Alien movies, although it doesn’t look all that human. He said it would be weird if he “looked like one of us” whatever that means.

The silver plating on its body and face barely make any noise when it moves. The "muscles" under the synthetic skin move with such a smooth glide, sometimes you don't even notice it moving until it's in a new position. Some parts of the metal underneath are exposed, simply to avoid ripping the skin material when your boyfriend does frequent maintenance and adjustments.

The body looks "normal" in supermodel standards maybe, but its "face" is just something else entirely.

Completely featureless, save for some kind of mouth/jaw opening, nose slits that curve up into a kind of crest around its head, and two faint dots of light behind the screen of its "eyes". While it looks like a smooth plane at first glance, it's made of such small sections of metal that if you pay attention, you can see them move in such a way it almost looks like its face is breathing. Pulsing every so often when it notices something or when someone moves.

You try not to look at it too much. While it's a magnificent creation by your own genius boyfriend, he warns you that too much unnecessary gawking at this stage will mess with its perception of people, or whatever he said. It didn't make much sense because he said it wasn't sentient, but you guess it has some kind of learning module running on his laptop constantly.

Today, Farren actually asked you to help with its program maintenance. He wants you to sit next to him while asking Bishop to do some tasks. Testing its ability to ignore outer stimuli when being instructed. Your boyfriend sets up a set of chairs across Bishop and turns his laptop to face him.

He sighs and starts tapping away at his keyboard "Alright, lets get this started." You sit awkwardly next to him, pulling at the hem of your shirt a little. This is the first time he's asked you to participate in one of his projects, you can't help but feel nervous. Now that it's gotten used to your presence, your boyfriend wants to see how it'll react if you try to interrupt. How it'll interpret you, especially being in a relationship with its creator.

It's not any kind of official test from the company by any means, so it's a little unconventional. But your boyfriend's curiosity knows no bounds. And you guess that bringing Bishop home is also unconventional, but that's just part of the privileges you get when you're the highest paid engineer in the company.

While Farren sets things up on his laptop, you still avoid looking at Bishop. You can feel it looking at you, its pinpoint eyes focused on your face. Its been in your apartment for awhile, but you kept skirting around it, not being near it when you can. Even going as far as to ask Farren to grab something from the kitchen when you can't gather up enough courage to do it yourself. Which he teases you mercilessly for. This is the closest you've ever been to it.

The evening sunset from outside the kitchen window glints off its exposed metal, shifting ever so slightly as it processes this new situation. The company doesn't allow any of their androids to connect to the internet, wanting to keep them as blank of a slate as possible. So Bishop only knows the information Farren tells it, or rather sends to it. They don't talk to each other much, he prefers to just input things straight from his laptop. You've only heard its voice once or twice, muffled by the apartment walls.

Your boyfriend shifts in his seat next to you as he lifts his head to talk again. "Okay, Bishop, can you- hey focus on me please?" he asks, snapping his fingers when he notices Bishop staring at you. Its gaze slides over to him, steady except for a slight change in brightness. Pinpoints growing slightly in size as well. "Great, now can you move your facial plates into Formation C?" Bishop's eyes blink out as it prepares its new task. Finally your eyes rise up to look at it. the nose plate starts to slide down and out, creating a prominent nose like shape. The smaller, almost nano like, plates shifts to reach the new peak on its face. Reaching its final stage, it starts to look more muzzle like than anything human. Just as the metal stabilizes, two slits in the metal snap open to reveal its eye lights, staring at you again.

"Ha! Great! Great- Uhh face back here again..." Farren trails off as he checks something on the laptop. You keep looking at it, fascinated by seeing the inside Bishop's face for first time. The eye "sockets" are big enough that you can see Bishop actually has more than two sphere shaped cameras inside. You knew Farren's company used some specific kind of cameras for their androids, but you didn't know there was more than two.

Bishop doesn't listen to Farren and continues looking at you, its eyes never leaving your own. Farren switches his attention rapidly between his laptop and Bishop, trying to figure something out you assume. He sighs "Bishop. Bishop hey!" he snaps in its face again. It shifts its attention slower this time. "Verbally answer, you know the aim of this test: don't get distracted. Why are you looking at her." Farren asks, maybe hoping to clear up something he saw in the program.

Bishop's deep artificial voice crackles to life. "She Has Never Been Part Of A Test. I Am Observing. A New Opportunity." Farren furrows his brows, looking back at his laptop again. "So you're deliberately disregarding part of the instructions to… look at my girlfriend? She's been around before, what's different about this." A faint circle whirls around Bishop's pinpoint eyes, you haven't seen that before. It's thinking. "Closer Proximity. Different behaviors." it states simply.

Farren exhales a small chuckle before leaning back, not worrying about the laptop anymore. Now, he's found something much more interesting that can't be read from a screen. He stares at Bishop's eyes with a newfound smugness to him that you can't quite understand. Tilting his head, he addresses Bishop "Okay, then lets try that."

It's your turn to frown "Wait what-" You question before Farren talks over you "Bishop, initiate the analysis sequence, form B." You face Farren, about to ask him before you see Bishop's face change once more from the peripheral of your vision.

Its nose plate retreats to the halfway point on top of its head. The rest of its face shrinks down to its jaw, leaving a chunk of its face just gone. Now you can count all ten of Bishop's cameras in full view. Stacked on top of each other like a bug's eye. They slowly push forward to fill in the empty space left behind. A second later, each camera activates, aiming each pinpoint directly at you. Its entire body unnaturally still, hands resting on its thighs in a perfect parallel.

You feel a shiver trickle down your spine, but you can't look away. Farren raises an eyebrow at Bishop. It takes a second to pry you eyes away to look at Farren, but when you do he's already leaning closer to you. Wrapping his right arm around your waist, and his left hand guiding your chin to look back at Bishop. He brushes his nose against your temple and whispers in your ear. "You know how much this means to me, yeah?" You nod, just barely. You can feel him smirk against your skin, he hums in an approving tone as he presses a kiss against your cheek .

"Bishop," Farren rests his chin against your shoulder, moving his left hand to join his right around your waist "Observe away." He gives Bishop free reign to watch you now.

Bishop's "eyes" start watching you again, but this time you can actually see how each camera starts to think. Thin circles pulse around the pinpoints as they flick over your face and body. You try to curl into yourself to escape his piercing gaze, but Farren moves behind you and holds your arms steady to keep that from happening. His thumbs rub up and down in what's supposed to be a comforting manner, but nothing can help you calm down in this moment.

A faint whirring comes from withing Bishop's chest, overloading on new information now that it's been given permission. "Elevated Heart Rate. Elevated Blood Pressure. Dry Mouth." Bishop observes anxiety symptoms without even needing to feel your pulse or skin. But you're sure it can probably see your heart beating out of your chest.

Then Bishop starts to state more observations, observations that it must've picked up before it was allowed to. "Dry Eyes. Dehydrated. Shoulder Pain. Ocular Migraines. Joint Aches. Slight Short Term Memory Loss." Bishop pauses like it's about to say something else before its "thinking" stops, seemingly done with its observations.

You don't talk, can't talk because what do you even say to that. How did it know? You knew it was watching you these past few weeks, but enough to learn all of that?

You're worried about how Farren will react before you hear a sudden laugh rip out of him. You turn to look at him in disbelief. His hands, instead of comforting you, grip you tighter as he can't stop the cackle forcing its way out of his lungs. "Farren what the fuck?"

"I'm sorry! Sorry sorry. God I mean I knew I made Bishop good but damn!" Farren finally looks down at you, and your betrayed expression. "Come on honey, this is a good thing! If Bishop's able to get all that even with you trying to avoid him, imagine that working for security or something." He leads you out of your chair to look at you better "Plus without that, how would I know you're hurting when you don't tell me these things. I told you to take it easy with your little art business. It hurts you more than it helps with all that hunching over your desk."

You scoff "Like you're any better with that." Farren smirks "Yeah well my hunching is what got me to the top of my team." He kisses your forehead, peaking down at you now watching Bishop warily. Farren turns you away from the android still watching you from the kitchen counter "You're done for the day, thank you for dealing with me." You don't respond.

Even after setting you up in your shared room, you still aren't talking to Farren. He sighs and kneels down in front of you sitting on the bed. Waiting to see if you'll look at him, he leans in and scatters kisses up your knees. Pausing to see if you'll react, he braces his arms on either side of your thighs. When you don't look down he advances his efforts. Trailing up your thigh earns him a warning "Farren…" from you. He smirks, knowing that he has your attention now. "Hmm." He hums, switching to the other side. "What are you trying to do." You say, still making a point to not look at him.

"Making it up to you, yeah?" his voice muffles as he starts to move higher and higher and higher- and that gets him a hand buried in his hair. You can feel a breathless chuckle shake his shoulders. "Farren, that's not going to work…" you try to convince him just as much as you're trying to convince yourself. His hands slip under your shorts and underwear, grazing his fingers gently against your skin, waiting for you to make a decision. "Let me make it up to you. I know you didn't like this situation from the beginning, so after this incident you deserve a treat." He murmurs into your skin, waiting for your word.

You don't answer for a while. Just letting him feel your hips, groping and kissing around aimlessly, until you lean back. You throw off your hoodie, lay down and lift your hips to let him take off your shorts. He groans in appreciation when he sees you bare underneath him, feverishly traveling kisses up your hips, stomach, chest, and landing on your lips. "Thank you baby, I promise I'll make you forget everything for tonight." he pants, sucking and biting at your throat.

You gasp and sit up suddenly, "Fuck, what about Bishop. It's still out there." Farren shushes you, pushing you back down against the bed "Don't worry about it, I promise. Just focus on me okay?" he says, brushing his lips over your nipple. He doesn't give in until you agree. As soon as you nod he wraps his lips around the bud and sucks hard. Reflexes arch your body up into his, searching for his familiar warmth. Farren moves back down and licks a stripe up your core with a flattened tongue, intent on wiping any thought of Bishop from your head.

Outside the sun sets further under the horizon, and in your kitchen sits the android. Patiently waiting. Waiting and listening to the only sounds he can hear. The noise of your moans mixing with Farren's reverberate out from your room. Its "eyes" pick up nothing, but its audio processors start reeling with an overload of new information.