i miss IT Robotttttttttttttt :((((( i wanna see more of him in every possible way ;)
I’m in the mood for a roleplay fic, don’t mind me lol.
IT Robot walks back into the room where you lay, spent and satisfied on the bed while looking a complete wreck, a whole in hand of things to help take care of you. At your plea he scoffs and shakes his head, his fluffy hair whipping against the metal of his forehead.
“I’m here, I’m here. You humans, always so needy,” he teases as he sits down at the foot of your bed.
Swiftly gripping your ankle he lifts your still shaking leg and presses a soft kiss to the sole of your foot before slowly making his way up your inner thigh. You whine and try to squirm away, every touch feeling like live wire, sparking shooting throughout your body.
“And so sensitive…” he purrs into your softness, his eyes turning a neon red as the heat of arousal is activated in his code once more.
A sharp gasp leaves you as he suddenly licks a long strip up your overly sensitive slit with the flat of his tongue before nipping at your swollen clit. Your hips buck harshly, whether to throw him off of you or to beg for more, you’re not sure.
But IT Robot just chuckles and gives your fat pussy a little apologetic kiss before leaning back. So you’re left panting on the bed, your body thrown through another loop in a matter of seconds while he sits there completely unaffected.
“So you wish to see more of me, eh?” He asks far more softly than you would expect. Despite the faint amusement in his tone you know he’s being genuine.
Still, your heart jumps into your throat. Fuck. You hoped he hadn’t heard that last part. Though as you watch him prepare to take care of you, you can’t deny it. You do want more of him. And as you tell him just that all he does is give a hum of acknowledgment while hiding a smile in the corner of his pixelated smile.
He works with practiced precision, all of it programming really as he takes the wet cloth and gently begins cleaning you up. Then he moves onto take care of any wounds or bruises you may have from the activities. All based on your set preferences, of course.
Nothing is rushed as he works his way up your body and when done he’s right there with a cup of water, gently tilting your head up and helping you swallow. Knowing you silly humans need such things after the positions he put you through.
IT Robot mentally checks things off his list as he does them and when he finally reaches the end of it, he hesitates. Now would be the part of his protocol that insists he get dressed, say he’ll call you tomorrow, and leave. The error he seems to be experiencing is that… he doesn’t want to do that. Not with you.
So as much as it pains him to resists the settings he was instilled with from creation, he overrides his settings and instead he gets back into bed. Your expression drops and he notes the flash of surprise flickering across your features. There’s no necessary response to that so he just doesn’t give one.
With a familiarity he does not possess but feels natural when it’s for you, he gathers you into his arms. Pulling you into his chest his legs tangle with yours, bodies completely intertwined.
You shiver against him for reasons that have nothing to do with the cold. But a second later you feel your body begin to warm, heat emanating from IT Robot’s body. The sweetness of the action has you melting into him and his arms tighten around you in response.
“However more of me you wish to see I will comply. I’ll stay right here by your side until you give the command to leave it…” he murmurs into your neck, almost nuzzling closer to you, molding himself to your shape.