Google has you settling down on all fours on the floor of your bedroom, facing your bed, a pillow under your knees the only comfort as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him, and you have to resist the urge to look over your shoulder to watch the door for his return.
He had just spent a good amount of time opening you up, so you doubt he is just gonna leave you ready and wanting like that for too long. He might tease you about being a human and falling for such basic instincts and feelings, but he always wants you too.
Shivers of anticipation run down your spine as you hear his steps approaching once more, the door opening and closing behind you. You don't make any move to look at him as he enters, and that earns you a hand running over the cusp of your ass for a moment.
"Good human." You are a little tempted to turn when you hear something heavy get set down on the floor, but you don't, simply staying put like you were told, though you do shift your weight on your knees, anticipation building for whatever is going to happen.
You hear a click, seconds later there is a hand on your hip, encouraging you to move backwards the slightest bit, causing what seems to be a dildo to brush against your prepared hole. For a moment you tense up, but you quickly relax, letting it enter you fully without any noise.
"Almost all nice and set up for me." Google comments, walking in front of you. You think he is gazing down at you, but it's hard to tell since you keep your eyes on his legs as you have not been told you can look up.
A hand appears on your jaw, fingers from his other hand pushing down on your lips so you open your mouth. A ball gag is placed in your mouth, the blue matching the shirt Google is still wearing. You let out a little whine, but are quickly silenced when your head is tipped back so your eyes can meet glowing blue ones. You can't say anything with the gag in your mouth, but you blink slowly to assure Google you understand that you are supposed to stay quiet.
He nods, letting go of your chin, walking backwards to sit down on the edge of your bed, back straight with his legs spread wide. You notice the remote in his hand as soon as he presses it, and the dildo in you draws back slowly, almost all the way out, before just as slowly pressing itself back in. The machine is making a low whirring noise, but you pay it little mind, keeping your focus on Google.
Google's focus is equally on you, watching how you drool around the gag, resisting the urge to push back on the dildo gliding in and out of you at a slow pace. You swallow the needy sound that threatens to come forward, the motion made a little difficult by the gag in your mouth. His eyes switch to your throat for a moment, but his posture doesn't change.
He plays over the remote in his hand, a bemused smirk appearing on his face as your eyes follow it.
"Such a great extension of myself, so much easier to observe you lose it for me." Another press of the button, and the machine speeds up, though not by much. You can't help but want it to be faster, but you keep yourself in check, focusing on him, and to not make any noise. Your eyes wander all over him, taking in his hair, his intense eyes watching you right back, the way his shirt hides the wonder underneath, the way his pants..... falls oddly flat? You blink, squinting for a moment. It's not like he is just not hard, you have seen that many a time, but like there is something missing.
Google, clearly noticing you staring, clears his throat, making you shift your focus upwards once more.
"The machine is a true extension of me, little human." He presses the remote control again, and it draws the dildo out of you almost completely, only keeping the tip inside.
Confused, your mind tries to think of what he means by those words. Had he built the machine himself? Had he done modifications to an existing model? Had he added a part of hims- You cut your own thoughts off, looking over your shoulder as quickly as you can without breaking your neck.
And indeed, what you thought was just another dildo that had just been inside of you, turns out to be Google's detached cock. Or at least a very fucking similar thing.
"Surprised?" You turn your head back around, being met with a grinning Google. "You really shouldn't be, you know other parts of me are changeable and detachable, so why not this?" His grin fades to a more neutral expression.
"I did not say you could look, with your smart little brain you should have not needed to look." A press of the remote, and the dil- no, his cock, enters you again, another press and it's going a lot faster than before. The pleasure of the drag makes you shake, the fact that it is Google inside of you instead of just a random dildo makes it feel even better.
"Your punishment is that you are not allowed to cum until I say so." You swallow as good as you can, hands curling up in fists on the floor as you nod and drool around your gag. He grins, leaning forward so he can rest his elbows on his knees.
"Now, let's see how much you can really handle." He watches you with rapt attention, probably noticing every move and noise you make. You try to do something similar to him, because you can every so often see the muscles in his thighs shift, like he is feeling something. You wonder how much, and if he can cum like this, because you certainly can.
It's going to be a long night for you both, stubborn as you both are, but maybe not too long for you. Depends on how evil he is with that remote.
Well, who are you kidding, you are going to lose, but you wonder what else fun can be had with this as you try to stop your moans from spilling out from behind the gag.
Anon: I’m always in need of some more Google content. I’d like to request the prompt “I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin” with a possessive Google going rough with a male!reader. 👀👉👈 please and thank you I love your writing so much
MINORS DNI!!!! We love us a Google around here :3 :3
But when you have been teasing him all day, dressing in his favorite outfit on you, and he can't drag you away because both of you are busy, you with work and him with whatever evil schemes he's up to when not with you, he's less.... composed.
Enough that when you get home that day, the second you are inside the front door of your home, you're pressed up against the nearest available wall, Google gripping your chin hard. He's looking down at you with hard eyes, observing you as you try to grin, but somewhat fail with his hold on you.
"I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin." He says and your eyes widen.
Normally Google prefers to fuck you in a bed, citing that that is one of the main purposes of a bed other than sleep, but today that seems to have gone out the window as his hands grab your hips, pressing himself against you, trapping you between the wall and him, feeling his already hard cock against your own hardening one.
He dips down to kiss you, his lips hard against your own, his kiss dragging you in and not letting go.
You're barely aware of him opening your belt and pants, but you are certainly aware as his hand goes around your cock, thumb pressing lightly against the head.
You moan against his lips, he keeps kissing you as he slowly starts to stroke over your cock, and it takes more than a few moments for you to realize that his hand must have already been lubed up somehow, because the glide is smooth from the beginning.
Not that it really matters that much, because he strokes you to hardness and makes you leak in no time, being an expert in how to touch you to get you where he wants you. He momentarily breaks from your lips to whisper into your ear.
"Such a good boy, always so ready for me like you should be." You pump your hips up at his words, fucking into his hand, your own hands gripping his hair and one shoulder. For a moment his hand still on your hip disappears, and you have but a moment to wonder where it has gone before it pushes your pants and underwear down to your thighs to get access to your ass.
These fingers, also covered in lube, manage with minimal difficulty and awkward angles to reach down and press against your hole. He pushes in one finger first, just breaching you and holding it there for a moment.
You frown into his kisses, trying to rock down on his finger, but you can't get quite enough movement with how he has you while he kisses you. So you break the kiss so you can figure out how to, but it just gives Google a opportunity to speak in a low voice, stilling his hands as he does so
"Shirt, off." You swallow and nod, quickly taking it off, glowing blue eyes following the movement before falling on your chest.
You should feel ridiculous like this, crowded against a wall with your shirt off, with your pants and underwear only shoved partway down, but with the way Google is looking like he wants to devour you, you have no time to be.
He dips his head further down to bite at your shoulder, and at the same time starts to move both of his hands again. You moan loud, gripping onto his head and shoulders for dear life. You try to move against him as good as you can, but it's uncoordinated with how good it's all making you feel, so you let him have his way.
His way is luckily adding another finger, though only for a moment, as he makes a tsk sound, and removes his hands. For a second you are worried, but it doesn't last as he picks you up, removing your pants and underwear with the sound of tearing fabric, before moving your legs to curl around his waist as he presses you fully against the wall again.
"Light as a feather." He comments with a tone that somehow manages to be smug and monotone at the same time.
He holds you up with one hand on your hip with ease, his other hand going back to you ass, quickly filling you with two fingers again. You groan, though it's quickly drowned out as Google kisses you again. Your hand in his hair tugs on it, making him make a low growl with a digital clang you have come to love.
He might not have his hand on your cock anymore, but with how his body is pressed against your crotch it feels good anyway. You try to rub against him, but you can't really move much.
He's fully in control of everything, and you love it.
A third finger is added as he stops kissing you in favor of biting down on your shoulder again, adding yet another mark. His hand on your hip is holding you tight, and if you weren't sure it was going to leave a bruise, you certainly know it will after you clench around his fingers on purpose, trying to get him to just fuck you already without having to let anything but moans leave your lips.
Normally Google would probably have chastised you, or called you a weak human, or something like that, pretending that he didn't want it just as much as you because he was an android.
But today he doesn't, simply pulling his fingers out of you, replacing them with his cock after what seems like an eternity later, but is in reality mere seconds.
You don't even know when he had gotten his cock out, but it doesn't matter as it fills you up so perfectly. He had sculpted it for you both, and you love bouncing in his cock as a result.
He starts you off slow, both hands now on your hips. He moves you up and down at a leisurely pace, just feeling how you clench around him.
You lick your lips, tugging on his hair to get him to kiss you. He obliges, letting his lips dance over yours as his cock slides slowly in and out of you. You own cock leaks against your stomach, pre coating it as pleasure steadily builds.
You dig you fingers not in his hair into his shoulder as he fucks you, the pace not staying slow for long.
Instead he starts bouncing you up and down on your cock like it was what you were made for. He's extra warm to your touch, and every now and then you hear what sounds like a whir coming from deep inside him.
It's difficult to kiss like this, so he stops in favor of keeping marking you, and just breathing (or his version of it) against you when he's not bruising your skin.
The room is filled with the sound of fucking as he doesn't hold anything back, fucking loud moans out from you as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
"Google, Google, G- Fuck!" You yell out between trusts.
"There you go little human, my name is the only thing that should leave your lips when you are like this." His voice has a metallic edge to it, a hollow clang that is not there is his normal speech.
You know how long he can keep going, and how long he can keep you going too, but tonight he seems more interested in making you cum than teasing you, so once more a hand circles your cock, pressing between your bodies.
He strokes your cock and moves you so perfectly up and down on his cock, making pleasure zap up your spine, and before you can really process it all, it all matches up perfectly, and you're spilling in his hand.
You groan, shaking as the orgasm draws out, seconds later Google follows suit, filling you up with his artificial cum, a click inside of him being followed by a groan from the normally quiet android.
Google lets you catch your breath, letting go of your cock, but keeps you pressed down on him still. You feel so full and so very satisfied, head drooping to rest on his shoulder.
When he has deemed a long enough time has passed, Google moves away from the wall, and though he slides out of you, he doesn't let you go.
Instead he carries you to the bedroom, where your bed has towels on it, which he sets you down on. You don't really stay seated, flopping backwards and closing your eyes, breath and heart not quite back to normal just yet.
"Fucking hell Google." He doesn't say anything, but you feel a light touch brush over the marks on your neck and shoulders, as well as the one on your hips. Opening your eyes, you look up at Google,though not before noticing he's still hard. You know he can stay hard for as long as he wants, and cum as many times as he feels like, and that combined with how he is looking at you gives you an idea.
"Google." His eyes move their focus from his marks to your eyes, as much as you're sure they don't really want to.
"If you get me a water and give me like five minutes to relax, you can fuck me as much as is.... humanly possible and safe for me." The lights in his eyes shift, shimmering for a moment, which you know means he's calculating.
Then he nods, saying nothing as he leaves the room, presumably to get your water. You close your eyes again and stretch.
MINORS DNI!!!! Day 19 of Kinktober is: deep throating & somno - Googleplier x gn reader. Hope you had some sweet dreams before or after this ;3
Also posted on AO3
Kinktober masterlist is here
Wordcount: 500+
Tags/warnings: somnophilia, oral, face fucking, deep throating, slight condescending praise, reader gets called slut
When you had fallen asleep on the couch, you had been alone in the house, and you had no intention for it to be anything but a quick nap.
So when you wake and there is barely any light in the room, you’re a little confused. It doesn’t help that what woke you was not the alarm from your phone, but something hitting the back of your throat.
You rather quickly realize it’s Google’s cock, the slight synthetic taste and feel of his pre-cum filling your mouth. He chuckles above, withdrawing just enough so his cock isn’t overwhelming you anymore.
“My readings said you needed the sleep, but you have also expressed desire to try somnophilia at an earlier point, so I simply indulged in that fantasy of yours.” His hips twitch forward again, his hand in your hair keeping your head in place on the edge of the couch.
You feel the drool going down the side of your mouth, adding to the pool of it you can feel pooling under your cheek. He must have been going for a while, and the thought of that makes heat pool in your stomach and your arousal stir. Google chuckles above you, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at the slow pace he has chosen.
“A perfect slut, even when asleep.” You groan around his cock, seconds later it hits the back of your throat again, making you choke.
“So willing, so desperate for a superior beings cock.” You try to bob your head along with him, but his steel grip on your hair keeps you from moving an inch.
“Mouth made to be filled.” Google speeds up, now almost every thrust of his hips pushes you down as far as you will go on his cock.
More often than not you choke, and your arm shoots out to grab at his hip.
Not to tap out, but to ground yourself, the feeling of just being used like this making arousal thrum throughout your whole body.
You make sure to suck and hollow your cheeks as best as you can, but it’s hard with how Google moves and fills your mouth. Not that you mind, heat pooling in your stomach, making you leak, and whimper around his cock. If your eyes weren’t closed and you weren’t at the weird sideways angle, you’re sure would be able to see him smirk as he groans, followed by a chuckle.
When he cums, it’s with a glitching growl of your name with his cock pressed as far in your mouth and throat as it will go. You drink down every drop of cum you can, but you know some spill out over his crotch and balls, so when he pulls out, you’re quick to lean forward to lick it all clean.
The noise Google lets out is rumble, dangerously close to a purr as you clean him up, making sure you get every drop into your mouth.
“What a pretty slut you are.” His hand in your hair is looser now, making you look up at him as he pushes a thumb inside your mouth and presses it down on your tongue.
