Murder Drones One-Shots [Volume One]

Competition for N's Love Pt. 4

A/N: Request from @SpeedyHen1234 N x V.  This takes place after EP. 2, this is part four of four.  SPICE has entered the chat!  Enjoy!

It was the next day, and N sat on his bed with his head down, still ashamed from last night's events. He felt like a piece of trash, not that K or V made him feel that way, but he felt like shit for just letting his lust take over him like that. He silently beat himself up, trying to distract himself throughout the day. He noticed how V seemed to give him some space, making the occasional conversation with him before he retreated back to his room.

The female murder drone could notice how N seemed off, what exactly happened last night? Had K been that good that maybe N made his mind up already? Speaking of the bitch drone, K let herself into the landing pod and sat next to V, sighing in content.

"I take it last night went well?" V inquired, and K only scoffed.

"Not just well, fucking amazing! He was a beast!" She lied, wanting to make V seem insecure, preforming badly for N will only make the male want her more.

"Oh, is that so?"

Did he really like K that much?

The two moved from sex to casual conversation like it was nothing, K shooting pot-shots at V every-so-often, making her feel frustrated. Eventually though, K left and V was able to go to her room to start preparing. She planned on just going in there with confidence, but now that was tainted by K's efforts.

She probably planned that, knowing I wouldn't be able to shake it off my mind. Come on V! You can do it! You're not going to lose N to that harlot!

V smacked herself, rebooting her systems before making her final decision, if she was going to be intimate with N, then he was going to make sure it was a night neither of them would forget.

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The male murder drone heard a knock at his door, he looked to it, his core humming with anxiety again.

"Come in!" He yelled while getting up from his bed, straightening his parka out, hoping he looked nice for V. For some reason N felt more nervous, V had been someone he's known for...well forever. His jaw dropped when she came into his room. V was herself as usual, but she was wearing glasses, his memory recalled for a moment, visualizing V as a maid with those same glasses. He smiled at her. "You look beautiful, V. I'm happy you're comfortable enough around me to wear your glasses."

"Yeah, well...I figured I would. I guess I was trying to look cute, I don't think it worked though." She laughed nervously, but N shook his head.

"They look amazing, and if they help you see better then you should wear them more often." He encouraged, V nodded her head, unsure of what else to say. She felt like she was already blowing it, but little did she know N just enjoyed gazing at her. She took his hand and led him to the bed, laying herself down she drew in a breath.

"You have permission to do anything you want, N. Safe word is red, like the traffic light system." She established her boundaries, N nodded, still distracted by her beauty. The inside of his chest felt warm, this already felt different like it did with K. He was comfortable, he felt safe around her.

N connected their lips, and V kissed back. She kept her glasses on, something N was fine with, if it helped her to see better then he would accommodate to her wishes. They got into it, slightly grinding against each other while fighting for dominance with their tongues. V moaned from stimulation, and he pulled back. He looked at her hatch, and then her zipper.

"Can I...?" I pointed to both areas, V nodded, still nervous but willing. N rubbed her lower hatch before clicking it open as to not accidentally surprise or hurt her, he then unzipped her jacket, revealing her breasts. He smirked a little, remembering when they worked at the manner. He accidentally walked in on V getting dressed, finding out that her breasts were too big for her bra, and he managed to tailor it to fit her. "Do you still wear bras?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"Ever since I got moved to the murder unit There wasn't any that would fit me." She said, N hummed and kissed all around her chest, making small nips and kitten licks on them. "Ah~!"

"If you ever need one, I still remember how to tailor them, I could find one for you, only if you want though." N offered, V looked at him, smiling. She was happy to see his memories coming back, happy to see he was still the N she loved. He made it known to trail his other hand down to her clit, rubbing two fingers against it. She squirmed as he inserted two digits in, fingering her to warm her up.

"N-N! Keep doing that!" She begged, and so he did. He could feel her tighten around his fingers before she released, tossing her head back a little as she did so. She then felt something else at her entrance, the tip of N's member inserting into her. "More~." She cooed, "More~." They repeated this until he was all the way in , her body adjusting to his size.

N began to thrust, making V jolt and her back arch. N suddenly felt something overcome him, V's walls felt different than K's they were more welcoming, V wanted N to be inside of her, not for just sexual need or competition, but for love. His wings puffed out and his coat slid off his body. V looked up at the sight in front of her. One of his optics glitched to an X while the other remained normal. The two drones smiled at one another as N continued to pound himself into her missionary style.

V soon started to feel her abdomen tighten, her walls flexing, she squeezed N's arm, a warning that she was about to release. The two made a couple more thrusts against each other before they soon came to climax. They looked at each other, love filled their optics. N laid down next to V and cuddled her.

"I love you, V."

The female drone smiled and gave N another peck.

"I love you too, N." They soon slipped off into sleep mode together.

Meanwhile K sat outside the door, listening to everything. She sighed, smiling to herself. "I never had a chance, did I?" With that, she walked back to her landing pod in defeat.

The next day N and V had woken up, their newfound love in the air. As they got up to tell K the news, they noticed her landing pod was gone, never to be seen again. V turned to N, crossing her arms and smiling.

"Alright stud, let's go ahead and see what that purple thing is up to, yeah?" N perked up and they went to go visit Uzi to make-up, adventure awaiting the both of them.

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