Murder Drones One-Shots [Volume One]

I Just Want Your Attention, N

A/n: Request from @UsernameInANutshell N x J smut.  IF ANYONE HAS A REQUEST THEY WOULD LIKE TO PUT DOWN, PLEASE GO TO MY SECOND VOLUME OF ONESHOTS ON MY PROFILE IN THE FIRST CHAPTER.  I AM FINISHING UP THE ONESHOTS ON HERE AND THE BOOK WILL BE ENDING SOON, BUT THE SECOND VOLUME IS UP AND MORE ONESHOTS WILL BE POSTED ON THERE.  Anyways, enjoy!

The pigtailed drone huffed in her seat. Yet again N chose V to go hunting with, leaving her with all of the paperwork. At this point she might as well marry it. J felt her core hum with aggression, a panic rising through her,

It's always V this and V that. V's opinion, V's choice, always fucking V!

She felt like she wanted to cry, burst out into tears, tell N how she really felt about him. But was she going to allow herself happiness that easily? Of course not. She never did. Instead, the female murder drone picked herself up and out of her chair, sulking to her resting quarters. She traded her businesswoman uniform for a loose black crop top with some black shorts, her pigtails now joined together, undone. Her hair naturally flowed against her back meticulously sharp, just like her.

She lay on her bed, clutching a fluffy pillow and cuddling it, taking in its scent, a recent gift from the lovable male murder drone he found for her himself. It smelled of him, of N. The overwhelming smell of oil, mixed with a strong musk that was all his. A digital tear leaked from her visor, then two, then three, before she broke out in a full-on sob. Her wails of pain echoed through the landing pod.

***

N and V had just gotten back from hunting, the two bringing in a big bounty as usual, enough to last them for the next couple of months before they went hunting once more. The male looked around for the pigtailed drone in particular, only to find nothing but her empty presence and a desk-full of paperwork yet to be filled out. V saw this and laughed.

"Who's the lazy one now?" She giggled before giving a small nod to N, going to her resting chambers for the night.

N however thought this little action of J's was strange, she never left paperwork to be untouched. The moment it hit the desk it was usually cleared off within the hour. It made him worried to see such a difference so suddenly. It made him so worried in fact he decided to go and check on the female herself, making sure she wasn't dead or powered off at all.

As he inched closer to her door, he could hear muffles through the thick material. He raised a digital brow before leaning his audio sensor up to it, those muffles soon found to be cries. His optics hollowed in shock, he thought about bursting in, but didn't want to scare her. So he lightly knocked about three times, three times was all it took for her sobs to become muted, and she slowly inched the door open.

"What do you want?"

He flinched at her voice, cold and sharp as usual, but there was a hint of pain, he looked down and noticed her in pajamas. A sign of a slight depression perhaps? He didn't know.

"V and I came back with a couple of months' worth of oil, just wanted to let you know in case you were hungry..."

"Thanks." J was about to shut the door in his face until it was stopped by his foot. She looked up at his visor again, an angry expression now appearing. His own visor was of a stern, yet concerned being. He grabbed the door's edge and yanked it open, making J fall backwards onto her bed as N stepped inside. "What the hell?"

"No, what the hell is up with you? Are you okay?" N asked; J seemed a little surprised given the usage of his profanity, but nonetheless it only made her love him more. It only pained her even more to think of the fact he loved V with that kind of personality, assuming he did anyway.