A/N: Sorry if it's a little weird- I just had this weird idea and wanted to make it. It turned out a little weird-
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Your POV:
You're wandering around when you spot a broken Disassembly Drone. You think his name is Jay? He's honestly pretty cute. You walk towards him, noticing the oil leaking out. "Hey," you say, giving him a little kick. He glitches awake. "W-who a-are y---you?" he asks, glitching.
"My name is Y/N, how about you, cutie?" you ask. "I-I am N!" he says, flinching and glitching. "You know, I haven't seen another Disassembly Drone in ages!" you say, putting your foot on his chest. "At least one that is well-Alive," you add. "Th-there a-a-are o-o-others?" he asks. You nod.
"Yep, there was," you say, noticing his eyebrows dip, showing he's a bit sad. You take your foot off his chest and bend down in front of him, grabbing his hand and giving it a few kisses, healing the scratches on them. "Why don't you just heal yourself?" you ask. He shrugs.
"I-I- I ca-ca-can-'t. M-my s-s-system is-s bro-broken," he says. You hum. "What about your saliva?" you ask. "I-I haven't t-t-tried t-th-tha-t," he says. He brings his other hand to his mouth, putting it into his mouth. You sigh, muttering 'gross' and a few other things.
He pops his hand out, dripping in saliva, but it doesn't heal. "That's bad," you say, grabbing his hand and turning your hand into a glass cup, collecting his saliva. You put the lid on it, humming, and examine the color. "A grey?" you ask yourself. "Y-yeah. M-my s-s-saliva is-s g-grey," he says.
You hum and bring the cup up to the moonlight. "It seems it doesn't have any of the important things that make the saliva heal," you say, setting the cup aside. "You mind?" you ask. He shrugs. "N-no," he says, glitching again. You grab his chin, leaning forward and bringing your lips to his.
You hear a small gasp from him. You pick him up, setting him above your lap. You were just going to have him sit above your lap, but he sits down. You watch as he closes his eyes. You start biting on his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth. You slip your tongue into his mouth, exploring every spot.
When you break the kiss, saliva connects you, and you smirk. "Who knew you had talent with your tongue?" you say, putting your hands on his lips. You have a swab of his saliva and yours, spitting it into another cup. You set kisses around his lips, making him very blushy.
When you're done healing his face, you move to other places like his neck, shoulders, and more. You lift his shirt up to look at the wounds, seeing they went that bad. You give very small kisses, traveling your hands down to his thighs and then to his calves.
You find no wounds but give yourself a small cut using your claw, popping it into his mouth and feeling it heal. "All fixed, cutie," you say, watching him realize what you did, and he's an embarrassed mess. You sit him on the floor, grabbing the cups. Your wings pop out.
You turn around to leave but stop. "I hope to see you again, cutie," you say, bending your knees and shooting off using your wings, leaving a very blushy and embarrassed Disassembly Drone. You chuckle a bit at his face when you leave. "Such a cutie~" you say, flying off a bit slower.
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【Murder Drones: Oneshots】
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