Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

Male Reader MD x J (smut)

Requested by Darth_Dog
Smut (it's a bit rough lol)
In this, you and J have an established relationship. Previous to episode one in the timeline.
Honestly, as an ace without a dick, this was really hard to write from a male perspective on multiple levels. I also wasn't really feeling it, so it's short and not the greatest.
Y/n = your name (most already know this)
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Y/n was bored.

The frigid air bit at his metallic body and he longed for the warmth of his bed. The hunting patrol had dragged on for hours to the point where everyone but him and J had already left.

"J, please." Y/n begged. "Can we just go home now?"
J scowled at him, "No. We have no reason."
Y/n huffed, "I can think of several."
"Such as?" J prompts him to elaborate, her tail swishing patiently.

He raked his CPU for an idea that'd get him out if the cold. A smug grin plastered his face when he procured a dirty idea from the depths of his mind.

"We could have some fun." Y/n shrugged, hoping to sound nonchalant when he was really trembling with anticipation.
J raised her eyebrows in a skeptical manner and crossed her arms.  "Really?"
Y/n nodded eagerly. "Please? If we could just get out of this cold and-"
J cut him off, seeming angry. "Oh!" She threw her head back laughing while you stared at her in confusion. "So that's why you want to fuck."

J stepped closer to Y/n and he shrank back. This wouldn't end well. Y/n backed away, but his back hit what was likely a street lamp from the abandoned road he was hunting on. Y/n swallowed down a lump of anxiety, throwing his hands into the air to show he meant no harm.

She grabbed Y/n by the throat and pushed his head to the meet the street lamp. "If you wanna 'have some fun,' then we're playing by my rules. Which means you have to work for it if you wanna go inside, do you understand?" She hissed.

Y/n could back out any time, and all he had to do was use the safe-word. He'd discussed this with her before, and was completely safe.

"Yes, I'll do it." Y/n groaned.

J released his throat, stepping back with a smug grin and watching Y/n rub at his throat. He wondered what she had in mind for him.

"You wanted to have some fun, so get down on your knees." She growled, pushing Y/n down by his shoulders the second he recovered from J's previous attack.

"Yes ma'am." Y/n squeaked, doing as he was told.
"Good slut." J insulted and praised Y/n simultaneously.

J pet Y/N's head with one hand, holding his jaw with her other Y/n sighed softly, enjoying the touch.

"Now," J giggled, "I want you to jack off and moan my name; but you can't come until I say so. If you come without me allowing you to, then I'll punish you."

Y/n's eyes hollowed, but he bowed obediently.

"Actually, no." J hummed, "No pleasure for you without earning it. Get over here on your knees and show me how badly you want to go inside."

Y/n nodded, scrambling to get on his knees on front of J. J undid her belt and unbuttoned her dress, dropping it to the ground. Y/n grabbed J's thighs, immediately shoving his face in between them.

He moaned, feeling the intense need to fuck. J grabbed the back of his head and pushed his head to where she wanted it. Y/n opened his mouth, tasting J. She tasted like slight salt, but nothing much. His tongue lapped against her cunt desperately, wanting to be a good boy and show her he wanted to go back home where it was warm.

"Good slut." He heard J moan and continued to work his mouth against her.

After a moment she came into his mouth and Y/n took as much of it ad he could. J pushed him away and shouldered her dress back on. "Alright whore." She sighed, "we can go inside."

Y/n smiled, happy to go in where it was warm. "And you've earned yourself some pleasure, fucktoy." J grumbled, getting on her knees and looking up at him. Y/n nervously unbuttoned his coat, the material falling to the ground and leaving him bare. 

Y/n nodded, looking to the side nervously and J grabbed his hips. She kissed the tip of his cock and licked the length of it, staring into Y/n's eyes. She took it down her throat, bobbing her head and hollowing her cheeks.

Y/n threw his head back and moaned. This was better than going inside.