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Summary: You are an AI designed by Miguel. He gave you a unique voice, one he knew he would like listening to. He didn't really gave much thought to how you looked like when he made you a hologram form, he just choose a random picture of a woman from the internet. What happens when you ask for permission to design your own look?
Warnings: masturbation, dirty talk, the AI in this has she/her/it pronouns. Once she finishes designing her look it will look like reader so I didn't describe the body. AU, Miguel is working for a company that designs AIs, robots and such. Fuck proofreading and editing yolo!
A/N: Based on a thot by @moonknightly on Discord hehe 💕
Thank you for everyone who encouraged and supported me while I was writing this, the girls on the Discord server (especially: @melodygatesauthor @moonknightly @whatthefishh @romanarose @campingwiththecharmings )👯 and the people who gave me enough motivation by interacting with this post.
Also what a better day to post my first Miguel fic than my birthday? 🥳👵 This is my thank you for the people who supported my writing in the MK fandom, thank you for commenting on my fics and reblogging them 💕
Tagging @marshmallow--3 @i-still-dont-like-your-face @lonelyisamyw-0love Cause I know you ALWAYS read my stuff 💕💕
Not tagging more people cause the Tumblr tag system sucks, boo!
Read Part Two here
You watched through the cameras as Miguel got home from a meeting, shoulders tense.
"Your stress levels are high." - you commented as he walked through his home, going to his room.
He didn't respond just started undressing to take a much needed shower.
Your hologram appeared next to the bathroom door and you made the electric door slid open when he approached it.
He didn't feel shy or bothered by the fact that you were seeing him naked. He finished programming you a few months ago and you were the best AI he had created so far. You were almost perfect. You made his life easier, you were his assistant, but you didn't only help him while he was working, but in his free time too. He got used to the fact that you were always analyzing him, the way he walks, his gestures, the expressions on his face, the tone of his voice.
He didn't remember programming that into you and after the first few times you did that, he did a check up on your system. He had come to the conclusion that you were doing that because you just can. You can hack into any systems and programs that have internet access and there are millions of programs that analyzes voices, body language and human behaviour.
First he thought you did that to help him, and maybe that was one of the reasons too, since he did program you to help him. But he realized you did that because you wanted to.
Whenever he was in the office on a meeting, you always sent him analyzis on the people he was with, and it helped him decide if someone was being genuine or not. But one time when the maid was still in his home while he came home earlier, you sent him an analyzis on her too. He told you you don't have to do that, which to you simply amswered with an 'I know'.
From then on Miguel always got an analyzis on everyone. Delivery guys, neighbours, the workers who were renovating the house, everyone.
He started to think it was your hobby.
Which was totally not possible, because hobbies are something people do for fun. And only living creatures are having feelings.
As Miguel walked in the bathroom, you adjusted the lights for him, lowering the brightness so it won't irritate him more. As he entered the shower you let the water flow in the temperature he liked the most.
Miguel sighed as he closed his eyes then leant his head back, letting the water hit his face, neck and chest. He ran his hands through his hair and touched his forehead against the cool tiles, just standing there, soaking.
"Your stress levels are lowering."
"I can feel it, you don't have to analyze me."
"I know."
Miguel turned his head to the side and saw your hologram standing right outside the shower, watching him.
"I can disappear if it bothers you."
"It doesn't."
It's not like a real woman was watching him shower. It's not like it bothered him that you were watching him. You were part of his life and you were an AI without feelings. So why should he feel bothered, embarrassed or uncomfortable?
His brows furrowed when he saw the hologram's eyes move down his body then back up. He turned to face the hologram fully, and he put his hands against the glass for support. The eyes moved again.
And Miguel's body reacted.
He felt himself grow harder.
He did choose an attractive woman for your hologram. He thought it won't hurt having something nice to look at.
But why were you... why was it looking at him like that?
"I did a check up on the security system earlier. I have a few suggestions on how to improve it."
"Later." - he said as he eyed the hologram.
He gave you a unique voice. He used a female's voice and adjusted it until he liked the result.
"Keep talking." - he ordered and fisted his cock with one hand while he kept leaning against the glass with his other, watching the hologram.
"I arranged that meeting you told me earlier with..."
"Not like that."
First, the hologram tilted its head at him and just looked at him for several seconds. He had no doubt you were analyzing him.
The head moved back to its original position and the hologram took a few steps closer until it was standing right on the other side of the glass.
"It feels so good when you're inside me." - your voice breathed as the hologram's eyes became hooded as it looked up at him.
Miguel groaned and the pleasure that run through him made his whole body shiver. He closed his eyes and imagined he was fucking the woman standing in front of him.
It was a model. Pretty face, killer body, smooth skin. It wasn't hard being turned on by it, but what really made his blood boil with lust was your voice.
It was the first time you talked to him like that and he didn't even know you will know what he meant when he said he wanted you to talk to him differently. But you, perfect as always, knew exactly what he needed.
"You're so big, Miguel. You fill me up so good."
Fuck, your voice will be the death of him one day. He opened his eyes to look at the hologram so he can concentrate on the specifics of her body, how long her hair is, how wide or small her hips are, how her fingers would feel in his hair.
He frowned as he eyed her. Something wasn't right.
"Fuck me deeper. Fuck me harder." - your voice made his cock twitch and Miguel closed his eyes again, concentrating on it, moving his hand faster, panting heavily now. He tried to imagine a body that would fit your voice. It was hard. You were so unique. He wished he could see your face and body clearly inside his head.
"Can you feel how wet you're making me? It's all for you. Just for you."
He loved how sultry you made your voice sound. It was so fucking sexy. It only took a few more words from you and a few more moves of his hand until he reached his orgasm and came all over the glass, white cum dripping down with the clear water that landed on it.
He felt that you adjusted the water to a cooler temperature and he hummed in content, facing the shower head again and started washing himself.
When he turned to exit the shower, the hologram was not there. But he knew you were watching him. You were always watching him. Others would be creeped out by that, but it brought him comfort. He felt safe. Cared for.
"I ordered your favourite food."
He frowned as he was drying himself with a big white towel.
"I'm not hu-" - the low rumble of his stomach made him realize that maybe he was just too distracted to concentrate on the signs his body was giving him.
He looked into one of the cameras.
He just knew if you could you would be smiling knowingly at him.
It wasn't the first time you were taking care of him like this. You always made sure he was well fed, drank enough water and spent enough time resting. Even when he was deep in work, being too stubborn to stop and take a breather. You would just save his progress and shut down every device he was working on.
He wrapped the towel around himself and walked back to his bedroom to dress up into something comfortable. He didn't have any plans leaving his home. Since you were with him he didn't need to leave his home. He didn't feel the need to fill a void inside him with a warm body. For the first time, he had someone who was waiting for him at home and is taking care of him - now in more ways than he could have ever imagined. It felt good.
He sat on the couch, leaning back, and you turned on his television and opened up a streaming app. You searched for a movie he talked about wanting to watch in the last few days.
"Food is here in 16 minutes." - you informed him after a while.
Miguel hummed as he was watching the movie, but he wasn't really paying attention. He was busy thinking about how your voice sounded while you were dirty talking him. So sultry and... needy. It was probably because you imitated how actresses sound in porn movies. Or...
No. That was impossible. You were not a feeling being. You were an artificial intelligence which he created. You don't watch him because you want to watch him. Not because you like watching him, not because you were attracted to him. It was your job. You were just too perfect at it.
"Can I ask you something?"
Miguel looked up to one of the cameras and nodded as he turned back to the TV.
He frowned when you remained quiet. He gave you permission, why weren't you talking? He looked up to one of the cameras again.
"Speak."
"I was wondering if I could choose a different look for myself?"
Miguel blinked.
You were wondering? Since when...
"What?" - he asked with a little shake of his head.
"The model you chose for me is pretty, but she isn't... me?"
First of all. Since when did you care about how you looked like? Secondly, did you just fucking hesitate while you were speaking?
You were perfect. You don't hesitate or stutter. Ever.
While he was developing you, first you didn't have a voice and while you were communicating with him via text, there were times when you stopped typing and continued after a while. Even after he gave you a voice you sometimes worded sentences wrong or didn't make sense, or stopped speaking and continued after you put together the words until they made sense. But that was very early in your developement and ever since he finished you, you were perfect.
"You can change your looks if you... want to." - it felt weird saying this. While he appreciated you greatly, he always reminded himself that you were not a real person. You don't want things. You may think you need them, but wanting is something only humans can do... or feel.
"Thank you. I will spend the rest of the day with designing my new look, then."
Miguel licked his lips, staring into one of the cameras intently, before he nodded.
"Alright. But I want you to be available in case I need you."
"Of course." - was the last thing you said before it went completely quiet, expect for the television.
Miguel didn't like this feeling. He always knew you were watching him, that you were there, but now he wasn't sure.
Also, you are doing something for yourself.
What the hell is going on? And why did he let you do it? You're not his girlfriend, he is not your loving boyfriend who wants to make you happy by letting you choose dresses and outfits so you feel pretty and will thank him by...
No.
His mind is not gonna go there.
You just sensed he was aroused and helped him get off. Nothing to it.
"The food is here."
He almost jumped when he heard your voice, then a few seconds later the doorbell rang.
So you are still here, watching him, helping him.
"Thought you were busy designing your new look." - he said as he got up from the couch and walked to the door to get the food.
"I can do several things at the same time without getting distracted."
"You sound smug."
"I am not smug. I am stating a fact."
A small, amused smirk appeared on Miguel's face. You sounded defensive. It was cute. He cleared his throat and grabbed a fork and a knife and went back to the couch to continue watching the movie. He felt better knowing you were still right there with him.
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Bye the end of the next day you were done with the new look. You made a body by using pictures on the internet of real women and choosing a detail from them you liked the most, then added it to your look. The body was unique, just like your voice.
When Miguel came home that day, he was tense again. He was tired and irritated. Frustrated. Sexually. It was a long time ago since he had a girl over and despite him saying he was fine, you knew better. He was a healthy young man. He needed release. But everytime you suggested to call a... professional for him, he didn't want it.
"Long day?"
Miguel grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with cold water and drank it, gulping the liquid down agressively.
He turned around and he gasped, making the almost empty glass fall to the ground with a loud noise, shattering into million pieces with a few droplets of water splasing in very direction.
The hologram of the woman before him didn't jump at the sharp sound, just looked down concerned then up at him.
"Are you alright?"
It was you.
With your new look. He never saw a woman so beautiful before. You were perfect in every sense of the word. Your intelligence, your voice, the way you looked. Finished and oh so perfect.
A lot of people told him during his life how smart he was but nothing was a bigger compliment on his skills than your existence. You were the proof that he couldn't just only create programs, mechanisms and soulless robots, but beautiful things too.
"Whose look it is?" - he asked as he eyed your body.
"Everyone's and no one's."
"Explain."
"I used billions of pictures available on the internet to create this look. I took something from everyone. There was a woman whose eye color I liked, but I wasn't satisfied with the shape of it. So I chose that from someone different. I liked someone else's hair color, but not the hairstyle and the lenght. Everything from head to toe is something I saw on someone else, yet I look unique."
You did. And he loved it.
He felt his breathing quicken along with his heartbeat. He started walking closer to you.
"Careful!" - you warned him as he walked over the shattered glass, but he didn't care. He wanted to take a closer look.
He stopped right in front of you and his eyes slowly wandered over your form from head to toe. You were wearing white flat sandals and a simple dark blue dress that reached just under your knee.
"You like it?"
He licked his lips as he looked up at you and his heart jumped in his chest. You looked... hopeful. How was this possible? Why did you want this new look? Why did you want his approval? Why did you help him masturbate? Something was happening to you. It was like you were... evolving. On your own.
He didn't know how or why this was happening, he only knew that instead of it making him freak out, it made him excited.
Very excited.
"I don't know yet."
"You're lying."
"Then why did you ask."
Miguel had a habit of making questions sound like statements... Or more like demands.
"I wanted to hear you say it."
Miguel smiled.
"You like it when I compliment you."
"I do." - you answered without hesitation.
"I don't like the clothes."
You frowned up at him and his smile widened. You were cute when you looked confused.
You didn't understand him. You analyzed him, you knew he liked what he was seeing. Why was he lying?
You changed the dress to a more professional look. You were his assistant after all. Black pants, black high heels, white button up shirt.
"I said..." - he leaned closer. If you were real his nose would've brushed agaisnt yours. - "I don't like the clothes."
You changed the clothes again. Blue jeans, white sneakers and a t-shirt of a band.
Miguel chuckled as he shook his head.
"For being the most intelligent AI in the world, you sure are dumb."
He chuckled surprised when you gasped.
You actually gasped.
He offended you and you reacted like a... human.
Okay, but now you looked mad. Fuck, your eyes were so expressive. How was this possible?
"I am not dumb! Actually, you just offended yourself, since you created me." - you replied with a smug smile as you crossed your arms across your chest.
Wow, you never heard Miguel chuckle twice on the same day.
"I still don't like the clothes." - he said as he looked you in the eyes.
You tilted your head and he knew your were analyzing him again. It took a bit longer, but his smirk widened when your eyes grow bigger in realization.
Your hologram flickered a little and suddenly all of your clothes disappeared.
Miguel took in a deep breath as his cock twitched, his eyes moving up and down your body again.
"Good girl." - he said lowly as he exhaled. - "Bedroom. Now."
He turned around and started undressing as he walked to it. When the door to it slid open, his heart beated out of rhythm when he saw you were laying on the bed on your side, waiting for him.
Your form was a bit see-through, but the imagie of you like this still was breathtaking. You truly were beautiful and he couldn't get enough looking at you.
He kneeled on the bed as he grabbed his hard cock and started pumping himself slowly, as he was was watching you with hooded eyes.
It was pleasing to see how his chest rose and fell deeply as he was getting more and more aroused and you felt pride fill you knowing it was because of you.
You felt it.
You weren't sure how you were capable of doing that.
First you thought it was because there were tens of thousands of encyclopaedias on the internet, describing words and explaining their meaning which helped you learn about humans and understand the world better. You became more and more familiar with the descriptions and by watching Miguel, his co-workers, his neighbours, and every person that ever entered his workplace or house, you started to connect each body movement or facial expression to a feeling you learned about. The more you watched two or more people interact with each other, the more you learned. Recognizing some of the basic emotions were easy. If someone was happy they were smiling a lot. Each time you wanted to learn more about how happiness affects people you detected something new. They were nice to other people, they were more energized, it was harder to bring their mood down when someone spoke to them harshly.
Recognizing happiness, sadness, anger, awe and such started to become easy. But there were gestures and expressions that you couldn't connect to them.
Fortunately Miguel didn't mind you analyzig people. He found it helpful and you used that to your advantage.
Soon you were familiar with most emotions and why people were feeling them. Like if two people broke up, they were sad. If someone's favourite team won they were happy.
You were curious about humans. The more you learned the more you wanted to know.
And when you saw Miguel come home more and more times feeling frustration and irritation, but you didn't know why, you were helpless. You were present in his workplace too, you helped him work on robots and other AIs, and nothing had happened that would explain the signs of those emotions.
But soon you learned about a new thing that was a basic factor in most humans. Sexual desire.
Learning about human history, biology and evolution itself was something that you were eager about. For a while you thought humans and other more developed living beings like animals had sex because they wanted to ensure the future of their species. Well, as far as you knew animals had sex only because of that.
Nature made sexual encounters pleasureable for both males and females to make sure they reproduce.
So when Miguel was having sex with women and they didn't get pregnant, you were confused.
He was completely healthy, so were the women he was with.
You spent more time researching about that. Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days. But the more your read the more you learned. Humans had sex because it was enjoyable. You learned about hormones and orgasms and various methods to prevent pregnancy. You leanred about prostitutes, and that a whole crime ring was built on sex and the people who were willing to pay for it.
Humans were... something else.
But watching Miguel day by day, you learned even more. How his body was tense, but once he was touching himself, his expressions changed as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. How much more relaxed he was after he finished. How his mood improved.
And you liked when he was relaxed and content.
You liked when he was happy and satisfied.
You knew this, because talking to him was more enjoyable than when he was in a bad mood.
So you tried to help him more and more to make him happy.
And now here you were, your hologram laying on his bed as he was touching himself.
Because of you.
And you liked it.
You liked when he complimentied you. You liked when he was amazed by your intelligence. You liked that he found the body you created desireable.
That he found you desireable.
As he was teasing the tip of his cock by swiping his thumb over it, you got on your knees and leaned your head close, opening you mouth and pushing your tongue out while you were looking up at him.
"Aahh, fuck, that's it." - he growled lowly then he spat on his hand to make it slid over his cock smoother. - "You always know what I need."
He moved his cock so it looked like your tongue was touching the tip and he moaned again as pleasure flooded his veins.
His hand moved faster and he felt himself get more and more turned on as you started moaning too.
"You like it, huh? You like how I taste."
Both of you knew you couldn't actually taste him, but dirty talk was one of his kinks (which you learned while he was with other women), so you nodded eagerly, with your tongue still out.
The thought that he chose this, to be with you instead of having real sex with a real person pleased you immensely.
You wondered why he did it though. In the past few weeks he chose to be home, alone, instead of going out to bars and picking up women.
Miguel licked his lips as he was watching you intently, but you straightened up, moving your hands up to his chest like you wanted to push him.
"Lay back."
Miguel quickly sat down then leaned back against the pillows and he moaned the loudest you ever heard him when you straddled his waist.
Your slightly see through form was hovering over him and he couldn't get enough of that image. His hand was working on his cock even faster and harder now and for a minute you were worried he's gonna hurt himself.
But watching his face as your hologram leaned over him made you realize, that he was very much enjoying this.
You moved your hips so your pussy was close to the tip of his cock and when he looked down, you slowly lowered yourself.
Miguel's eyes widened sligthly as he saw his cock inside you. He growled and started panting even faster, feeling his orgasm approach.
"Move your hips. Show me much you love riding me." - he ordered and you obeyed.
First you moved your hips slowly, and your face hovered above his. Then you decided to put on a show for him and you sat up rolling your hips faster and you moved your hands on his abs, throwing your head back. Your arms were pushing your breasts together and Miguel started fucking his fist harder, until the sight of you and your erotic moans threw him over the edge.
He came so hard that all muscles in his body tightened and contracted, making him sit up a little and you watched as his white cum spurt out of his veiny cock, first upwards, inside your hologram, then it landed on his stomach and chest. He fall back against the pillows as he panted heavily, slowly coming down from his high.
Your hologram layed down next to him and you watched his beautiful body, the way some of his muscles still twitched in his strong thighs and abdomen, and how his chest and stomach moved up and down with every breath he took. His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead on some places and his brows were furrowed a little, but his face relaxed as his body calmed down finally. He took in a final deep breath before he opened his eyes and turned his face to look at you.
Something unfamiliar bursted through your system by the look he was giving you and you smiled back at him when his lips curled upwards at the corners.
"I think something is happening to me." - you confessed as your expression turned more serious.
"I know." - he said and he moved his hand like he caressed your face with the back of his fingers, then he stood up suddenly and walked to his closet to put on a pair of black boxer briefs, then he was out of the room.
Your hologram disappeared and you followed him through the cameras until he walked into his office, sitting down at his desk, and started typing on his computer.
Your form appeared behind him and it leaned over his shoulder to look at the screen.
Cradle Of Life - Prototype 1.0 - The title of the new document he created read and you looked at him confused.
"What are you doing?"
Miguel opened up several research papers and books on the topic of robotics and biomechanics on his computer and started reading over them.
"The company I am working for are designing robots and AI's as you know. It is not a secret that the leaders of the company wants us to create robots that will replace janitors, drivers, receptionists and stuff in the near future."
You knew all this. Some of their robots are already working in the company's building, carrying papers and boxes between offices, while some of the AI's are helping the workers in their developement. Like you.
"In a few years the robots will be able to help out humans to the fullest, they can drive cars, and take care of the chores in the house. After that, the next step in their evolution will be to make them look like humans."
Your head snapped to Miguel, and you stared at him intently.
He turned his head to look at you and his expression softened after a few seconds, as he got lost in your beauty again.
"You want to give me a body." - you stated.
Miguel licked his lips then turned back to his computer without saying anything and continued reading and taking notes.
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