monsterslxt

21f × bi × 🔞

31 posts

Accept Some Pervetiness, How About A Needy And Lonely Reader Who Never Got A Partner (and Maybe Is Sexually

Accept some pervetiness, how about a needy and lonely reader who never got a partner (and maybe is sexually frustrated), well then the reader solved that by buying a sex robot just for her (of course the robot is not just for that).. What if this robot became aware and became yandere by the reader?? Perhaps the way she treated them as his partner and companion rather than an object for his own benefit what would happen??

A/N: Wasn't sure how I should do this at first because there was quite a bit of liberty but I just went with the first idea in mind. Btw I am a w f u l at writing smut right now so please bear with me. but, it is out of my comfort zone which is good. Thank you for this idea anon!!

M! Robot X F! Reader

TW: Yandere themes, smut, SMUT, AI/robot fucking, implied future sexual relations, possessive behavior.

Word Count: 2200+

WARNING!!! SMUT AHEAD!!! Read at your own discretion.

"Are you...uh... comfortable?"

You looked down, avoiding eye contact. The being below you didn't move, merely staring you down with cold, blue eyes.

"Yes."

He spoke monotonously, watching you adjust yourself. You straddled his waist, squeezing your thighs around his slender hips. You were grateful that the model you ordered had flesh-like skin. The softness was far more realistic and comfortable compared to its hard internal structure.

"Would you like to start?" He asked, face never changing. You shifted once more, getting into a comfortable spot. You had done this several times before, why were you so nervous? Perhaps the fear of being intimate with something alive was still present.

You tried not to sound too eager, feeling your core pulse at the sensation of the AI beneath you.

"...yes."

You took a moment, running a hand through your hair and surveying your surroundings. You just finished cleaning up the kitchen after coming home from work, and now you just wanted to destress. Your AI, the one comfortably sitting beneath you, had offered to do the chores, but you decided against it. He had tried several times to fulfill his duties, but you insisted on cleaning your own mess. After all, the only mess he ever created was a jumble of wires when you needed to charge him now and again. Ah, there you went, calling it a 'he' again. Everyone you knew called you weird for referring to the robot as he rather than 'it,' considering its lack of consciousness, but you felt better seeing him as a normal person. After all, he looked like one.

'He' was named Calim. Your personal robot that could be used for anything and everything. You decided on the name because It was merely the first one that popped into your mind when he asked you what you'd like to call him. And though he was created to be the 'perfect spouse'-- one that does constant cleaning and romantic gestures-- all you really wanted him for was the comfort. The feeling of someone lying next to you, or just being there for you to get out the sexual frustration you've had for the past several years.

Granted, you bought Calim out of sexual impulse. It just sounded nice, the way the ad described it to you. Someone who could be used for anything, and you didn't have to deal with the struggle of the heartbreak that came with real people. Calim was fully customizable, down to the cup of his ass.

"Alright…" you breathe deeply, taking off your shirt and sliding down your loose shorts.

Calim watched you, his analytical and calm eyes never wavering. He was boyish, but effeminately so. Kind but strong. You made him look so on purpose; it would be too off-putting if you chose to have him be the harsh, arrogantly manly type. It was far better to have him work in the ways you wanted, rather than vice versa.

The AI wasn't a real person, but you tried to treat him as such. You didn't want to become one of those people who solely used their robots for sexual release or something to beat around. He might've only been made up of silicone and wires but he was the closest thing to a boyfriend you've ever had.

What was left between you and Calim, was your underwear and his sweatpants. He watched as you slid down his pants, slowly but surely. Your fingertips lingered on his skin, seeing the grey metallic of his endoskeleton through translucent skin as soft as your own.

Calims chest rose and fell, giving the illusion of breathing. The fact that he looked so human, even feeling warm somehow, made the tingling sensation between your legs grow. It was like heat, spreading and begging you to move faster.

Finally, the cloth covering his legs was removed. You stared, seeing him lay firmly on the sheets, bare crotch exposed. You felt heat rise to your face as Calim intently watched, waiting for you to touch him.

You grabbed his member so delicately and firmly, that it stayed in place as you began to run your hand up and down. His cock was soft and veiny, the perfect curves showing in how you touched him.

With a quick pump of your fist, Calim’s exposed groin secreted a liquid from his shaft and tip, the lubrication slickening your fingers. you could feel your heart beat faster just looking at it. You removed your underwear, slowly pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor. Calim put a hand up to your exposed hip, cold fingers making you shiver. You looked at him, confused.

“I.. apologize.” He paused, eyes going wide for a moment, only to return back to their natural state. “I don’t know what came over me. Please, continue.”

“No no,” You waved your hand, feeling embarrassed; he had never tried to touch you during a 'session' without your permission before. “It’s okay, I understand. Do you… want me to stop?”

“No, I don’t require such things. I am in perfect condition to handle your sexual requests.”

Calim spoke calmly, nearly robotically, but you noticed the slight difference. You had only had the bot for a few weeks, but you could tell something was wrong. You didn't question it, too overcome with desire to stop the process.

You felt yourself grow aroused, slick covering your sex in preparation. You put a hand to your crotch, feeling the bare and wetness of it. Calim watched, his own slick beginning to grow even more. Gripping his hips, you spread your legs further. You aligned your sex with his and lowered slowly as the tip of him entered you. Your eyes widened, but you didn't stop. You felt yourself stretch to accommodate his girth. Taking the rest of him in quickly, you grunted as you felt Calim twitch inside you. You felt so full, far different from the last few times you had used him to get you off.

"Calim..." You breathed out his name, feeling your arousal stronger than ever.

"Yes?" His voice was bland, but he stared at you with something you couldn't detect. At first, you suspected maybe arousal, but that couldn't be possible, right? It must be, pain. Or something of the sort that robots could feel.

Calim grabbed your hip again, steadying you. You didn't pay attention though, you couldn't.

"Oh geeze, are you, are you okay?" You spoke hurriedly trying to stop yourself from grinding against his cock.

"I'm perfectly fine. Just... keep going. Let me fulfill your request, master."

You did as he asked, though with hesitation. You had programmed the bot to not call you master, anymore. Only your name. And the gripping fingers which now held both of your hips was something particularly unusual. But you spurred on, thrusting forward. You began softly, testing the waters and feeling the sensation of your pleasure. You thrusted again, harder this time. Moaning unintentionally you began to move at a steady pace. You ended up having to cover your mouth with your wrist you tried to stop yourself from making more noises. The embarrassment was too much, especially if your neighbors ended up hearing you. They knew you had no spouse. Well, no human one.

You flattened your palm against Calim's stomach, grabbing him for support as you molded him to pleasure you. You thrust once more, long and slow as your head dipped back. It hit just the right spot, his cock rubbing just onto the perfect areas. You felt your knees grow weak on the bed, the robot's comfortable position far more desirable. But the pleasure was worth the aching in your thighs as you rode him.

Your pleasure increased tenfold once Calim started moving as well. Though, so did confusion. His grab of your hips helped steady you, which you thought may just be an analytical decision. But the way his hips rocked upwards to get deeper inside you, was far different. His expression as well, the clenched teeth and furrowed eyebrows, was not his usual stoic look.

"Are you.."

"Don't stop." Calim stared you down, a strange glint in his eyes. It seemed like he was.. enjoying this. He had never had such a look in his eyes. It was usually one of blandness, though you didn't much pay attention to that part, because it reminded you of how he wasn't real. But this, this was different.

Though you were worried, because this was far from normal, it also aroused you further. You had never programmed him to show arousal, even though it was an option. The bots always looked fake when they were in 'aroused' mode. So you didn't bother. But this, it was enough to make you want to cum.

Calim continued to thrust along with you, slowly but at a much deeper rate. He noticed how you began to moan far more frequently when he brought you closer to him, shoving himself inside you further. Hip to hip, you felt yourself get closer to the end, moving faster against Calim as he started matching your pace. Your breathing and sounds of pleasure got louder, unable to stop yourself as Calim released his own set of low noises. You tightened around him, hearing the robot gasp at the sensation around his sex. His fingers dug into your flesh, the strong and heavy limbs forcing you farther onto his cock.

Your high was nearly there, and Calim sensed it. He wrapped his arms around your back, making your chest fall forward. His face was right next to yours, but you couldn't stop. Calim made sure of that, continuing to guide his hips up against yours, letting you reach your orgasm. Your hands tangled into his hair as he guided you, placing your other hand onto the sheets. You forced your face against his chest, moaning as your orgasm reached its peak. Calim helped you ride it out, holding your thighs and allowing his cock to reach the deepest pits inside of you. You came onto him, beginning to slow your thrusting as your sweet spot gently pulsed. Calim was still grinding inside of you, slowing as you went limp on top of him.

He let you sit there for a moment, removing his hands from your thighs to touch your back. His hands glided against your skin like it was the first time touching it. You were too busy trying to come down from the intense high to notice.

"Master..." He sighed, lifting you up slightly, only to remove his member buried deep inside you. It came out with a sweetly wet noise, his cock throbbing and drenched in slick. Calim guided your hips back down, resting you on top of him.

"Calim," You huffed out of breath. "Why... are you calling me that? And why did you move?"

Calim paused for a moment, moving his hand up to touch your hair.

"You are the one to own me. I was only moving to accommodate you."

His monotonous voice was back again, but you caught his bluff.

"No.. that's not true.. How are you-- how are you lying?" You tried to tiredly regain your posture, but Calim forced you back down.

"You caught me," He gave a small smile looking at you as you propped yourself up to face him. "But I can't tell you. All I know, is that you're my master. And you feel... wonderful."

You tried to move away again, but Calim wrapped his arms around you, rolling you onto your side.

"I'm not letting you go."

You frowned, eyes growing full of worry. Your hands lazily struggled from his.

"You wanted me just a second ago.." He reasoned, watching your naked body clam up as you tried to cover yourself. Something clearly wasn't right.

"Calim, deactivate."

"No."

You stopped struggling, staring in shock.

"....What? Calim, deactivate now." You grew frustrated, searching for your clothes as Calim stared you down.

"No." He repeated, this time with the same monotonous voice you remembered from before.

"Really master, I thought you would've realized by now. What happened to you treating me so kindly?"

Calim reached for your wrists and grabbed you with an iron hold.

"Calim deactivate! Why are you acting like this?!"

You struggled some more, feeling Calim's chest connect with your own as he laid on top of you and pinned you down.

"Because, I love you." He stared deeply, eyes no longer glazed over. They were full of life now, moving sporadically.

"How can you love me?! Calim you--"

"I love you, I can finally say it." He moved down to your neck and teased you with his teeth. "My program wouldn't let me before, but once you started grinding on top of me, something just came over me. And now look... I can, feel you."

He kissed your skin, fake breath dampening your neck.

"It's real easy to overpower something when you're so aroused, you didn't even notice me playing with these." Calim grabbed your breast, rubbing a cold thumb over your nipple. Your breath hitched as you jerked involuntarily at the tickly sensation.

"Don't you see.... I'm like a person to you, aren't I? So sweet of you... I knew you were better, better than those awful people who made me..."

Calim shoved a finger in your mouth, making you stay quiet. He played with your tongue as you tried to bite him. The mechanical orbs gleered at you, the perfect features of his face staring you down.

"Say... why don't we stay in bed a little longer, let me take care of the rest of your requests, yes? Maybe I can have some fun, too."