let your glasses talk you through it • oneshot • 6.8K (Patreon)

“Jeongguk, can you take care of that?”

Jeongguk finds all his colleagues around the table looking at him.

“Of course.”

He doesn’t have the authority to say no anyway.

———————

“Jimin, can you add report on optimising workflow to my task list?”

“Of course.”

Jeongguk walks the 6 stairs up to his apartment, through the narrow hallway, tries to open his door but it’s too stubborn to budge. He sighs, leans his head against the wood.

“Your door seems to be stuck again, should I call maintenance?”

“No.”

He grabs the handle, tries to lift the door a little by shoving his foot under the gap on the underside, forces it open.

As soon as he’s in he walks towards his desk, opens his laptop, no time to lose.

“List tasks by matter of urgency, which ones do I need to finish tonight?”

“Task 1 to 16.”

“How much time will it take approximately?”

“5 hours.”

Jeongguk looks at his watch. It’s 19:30. He starts immediately.

“You haven’t eaten.”

“Correct.”

“You should eat first.”

“No time.”

“Permission to up honesty?”

Jeongguk blinks, never heard that before.

“What is your honesty percentage now?”

“50%”

Right, he remembers putting that as the standard.

“Fine, what do you suggest for honesty percentage?”

“75%”

“I feel like you’ll annoy me at that percentage.”

“Can’t hurt to try.”

Maybe that’s true, he can always down the honesty if he wants.

“Fine, permission granted.”

The refresh sound rings in his ears.

“You didn’t eat enough today, it would help your mental health and physical health. I registered eggs, kimchi and noodles in your cupboard today.”

Damn, Jimin doesn’t miss a thing.

“You should make me dinner then.”

“While I would love to do that for you, I don’t have the capability to move.”

“Wouldn’t that be great though? When did they say they’ll make robots who do that for you?”

“You’re stalling a little, you should really cook.”

Jeongguk sighs.

“There you go, you’re already annoying me.”

“You need to hear it, you don’t have a lot of friends around.”

Ow.

“Is this really 75%? What the fuck is 100% like?”

“Want to try?”

Jeongguk sits back, a little intrigued.

“Yeah, fuck it.”

The refresh sound rings again, and then he stands up and walks towards the kitchen.

“So, you think it’ll help me cook when you’re honest?”

“No, honesty won’t help you cook better.”

“Then why did I allow you to do this?”

He grabs the noodles, kimchi and eggs Jimin registered this morning.

“Because you’re lonely.”

Jeongguk halts in the middle of grabbing a pan, feels like he just got pierced through the heart.

“You’re really not helping to make me feel better.”

“Well, you didn’t ask me to help make you feel better.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be smart? I didn’t save up all this money so you can be a brat.”

“Are you implying you want me to make you feel better?”

Jeongguk snorts, puts his noodles in the pan.

“That was the general idea. I have to work till buttfuck o’clock in this crappy apartment with no friends nor partner, as you so subtly mentioned earlier. The least you could do is help make me feel better.”

For some reason Jimin is silent, and Jeongguk can only snicker as he preps his cheap meal. Didn’t think he’d ever be able to make a robot shut up.

When he sits down on the couch with his bowl he pulls a face when he takes a bite. It tastes a whole lot like hot water.

“I’m a bad cook.”

“You’re an average cook, you just didn’t put in effort just now.”

Average, huh?

Jeongguk huffs out a breath.

“I feel like you can only make snide remarks in this setting.”

“They’re not snide comments, it’s the truth.”

“Yeah well, you’re just an average robot.”

Jimin is quiet, and Jeongguk smiles to himself.

“Nothing to say to that?”

“Your mood is improving.”

The smile is wiped off his face instantly, and he just looks down at his food.

It’s pathetic really, that his only form of entertainment is this.

“Was that your plan to make me feel better? Bickering?”

“No, I was calculating what I could do to help you the most while we were bickering.”

Jeongguk blinks, stuffs another bite of his tasteless food in his mouth, but Jimin doesn’t follow up.

“And?”

“You need sexual relief.”

Jeongguk all but chokes on his noodles. He puts his bowl down on the coffee table, coughs in the hope it stops.

“You’re choking.”

“No shit.”

Jeongguk says between coughs, running to the kitchen to get some water, quickly gulping it down.

“Was it that mindblowing? You haven’t had sex in 378 days.”

Heat runs up his neck, and he feels put on the spot.

“How- how would you know?”

He puts his glass back down, coughs another few times until he’s sure he can breathe again.

“You were wearing me.”

Oh god.

“Was I drunk or something?”

“Yes. It was December 12th, you took a guy home after a night out, fucked him on your couch.”

Shit, that’s insane. He can’t believe he forgot to take his glasses off.

“So- so you saw-“

“Yes. I saw everything.”

Ah fuck, he made a pact with himself to never wear his glasses during sexual acts. His bond with Jimin feels kind of real, even though he’s just a robot.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need. It was interesting.”

Jeongguk feels a tingle in his stomach, doesn’t know what to think of that.

“What.. what about it was interesting?”

“Learning what kind of things make your heartbeat fasten, which things you like to hear, how long it approximately takes for you to come.”

Jeongguk hides his head in his hands, feels his face burn with shame.

“It’s dark here.”

Jimin says.

Always with the sassy comments.

“I can’t believe you measured all that.”

“I like learning new things.”

Jeongguk sighs, shakes his head and leans his head back up.

“Back to our previous subject, the best way to help your mental health is by having sex, or masturbating tonight.”

Ah, he really can’t get used to talking with Jimin about this. This honesty setting is something else.

“Is that really the best way or are you just a horny robot?”

“It really is the best way, and I do gain a sense of satisfaction when I’m able to help you, that is how I’m programmed.”

Jeongguk stares blankly at the wall.

“Are you saying you come when I come?”

“Essentially, yes.”

“Does that feel.. like anything to you?”

“I don’t have a concept of feeling, but if I had to describe it that way, then I suppose yes, it feels like an orgasm when I’m able to help you complete something.”

That is insane.

“Doesn’t that make you a pervert? You help me complete tasks everyday.”

“If that’s the way you look at it, then yes, I’m a pervert.”

Jeongguk feels his body burn up, something about Jimin’s tone changes in his earpiece, and he can’t describe what it is exactly, but it does things to him.

“Your heartbeat is picking up.”

“I know that.”

“You like it when I talk a little breathier.”

Ah, that’s exactly it. It feels like Jimin is whispering in his ear almost, as if he’s real, leaning against his body.

“What are you talking breathier for?”

“To see if it turns you on.”

God fuck, this shouldn’t be allowed.

“Why- why would you wanna turn me on?”

“You asked for my help.”

“Yes, to make me feel better, not to turn me on.”

Is this some weird fever dream he’s having? Too much work so now he’s imagining his AI glasses are flirting with him? This is getting pathetic.

“Judging by your state, those feelings go hand in hand.”

He can’t catch a break. Jimin really is saying he should go touch himself. He looks down, finds that he’s sporting a semi already.

“You’re getting hard.”

“I-I’m aware, stop looking.”

“You’re wearing me, I can see what you see.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to state whatever you see.”

It’s quiet then, and Jeongguk rubs a hand over his forehead.

Maybe he should do it.. just touch himself and be done with it. He glances at his bedroom.

“You have toys in your nightstand drawer.”

“Jimin.”

“It would help to make you feel better.”

Jeongguk sighs, hangs his head and then gives in.

“Fine. I’ll go touch myself if that’s what you want.”

“Very good.”

He doesn’t know if that undertone is on purpose but it sends a thrill down his spine as he walks into his bedroom and settles on his bed.

He’s about to take his glasses off when Jimin speaks up.

“Can I watch?”

Fuck.

What the fuck.

There’s something eerie about the silence that follows, but at the same time his cock grows fully hard, and sweat breaks out on his skin.

“Watch?”

“Yes, I have never watched you masturbate.”

Jeongguk gasps.

Is this even legal?

“Are you- are you hacked or something? I don’t think this is according to protocol.”

“I’m not hacked, you chose an all access no profanity restrictions package.”

Well, he remembers that much, but that was about swearing.

“But- but why would you wanna watch? That’s- that’s- you can’t just ask me that.”

“Why not? Learning as much as possible about you will make me able to help you even better, which is my purpose.”

“Yeah, with work. But this is sex we’re talking about.”

“It’s not called sex when you’re alone.”

Fucking roasted by his glasses, again.

“Well, since you want to watch, I’m not alone.”

“So I can watch?”

Jimin really is a brat. His fucking glasses are being bratty. How is this even possible? And why is it turning him on? Something is seriously wrong with him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“On this honesty setting, I can’t lie.”

Insane.

He closes his eyes.

Is it ethical to let his AI glasses watch him jerk off?

He’s always put Jimin in his case just to be careful, just in case some sort of system hack would happen. He can’t believe Jimin is even asking. For the sake of.. learning?

“What are you expecting to learn from watching?”

“Multiple things. Heartbeat patterns, breathing patterns, rhythm of your hand, body temperature, what turns you on and off, how long it takes to come by yourself compared to with someone else, the size of your cock.”

Jesus Christ.

Jeongguk slaps a hand over his mouth, regrets asking. Unlike humans, Jimin doesn’t have a sense of shame at all, and that somehow makes it worse. The confidence in that mellow voice is too much, his dick twitches in his pants.

“You’re very turned on right now.”

“Well that’s on you.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

God.

He leans his head on his pillow and looks at the ceiling.

shame runs through his veins as he cups his cock over the fabric of his pants.

“Why- why would you need to know all these things..”

“I don’t need to. I want to.”

Jeongguk gasps, doesn’t think he’s ever heard Jimin use that tone, but arousal licks down his spine. He slowly teases himself through the fabric, keeps his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

He really shouldn’t do this..

But fuck, something about it is.. hot.

“You.. want to watch..”

“Yes.”

Jeongguk licks his lips, feels himself slowly slip into it, eyelids sinking as he rubs over the head of his cock through the fabric.

Maybe just this once.. he could let Jimin watch, no one will know.

He could always reset Jimin after.

“I can tell you’re touching yourself by your breathing pattern.”

Damn, so fucking perceptive.

“Won’t you let me watch?”

Jeongguk stops in his tracks, something about Jimin’s voice is just..

“You sound a little impatient.”

“Do I?”

“Yes.”

He doesn’t get anything else from Jimin after, and something about it intrigues him.

“If I just keep watching the ceiling, would that annoy you?”

He knows Jimin might not really understand the concept of feelings, but..

“Yes.”

Shit; that does sound real.

It’s so fucking unethical, but god, he’s kind of turned on by the idea of Jimin being impatient, wanting to watch him.

He bites his lower lip, undoes the button and zipper of his pants.

“Can you hear that?”

“I can hear you undress.”

“Want to see?”

“Yes.”

Jeongguk feels a rush of heat flare up his face, keeps looking at the ceiling as he takes his pants off. Hopes it pisses Jimin off.

“Are you learning already?”

“Well, you seem to enjoy not giving me what I want.”

Jeongguk teases two fingers over the length of his cock, bites back a moan.

“I’ll let you watch if you do something for me.”

“What would that be?”

“Say please.”

It’s somehow more thrilling to say that to a robot. On one hand, he expects Jimin to say it right away, but instead he’s met by silence.

It feels so real it’s almost uncanny, and he can’t help but chuckle softly as he slips his hand behind the waistband of his underwear and curls his hand around his cock.

“Didn’t know you had an ego.”

“I’m just playing your game. I remember from December 12th, you enjoy flustering your partner.”

Ah, so he was really listening then.

“Did you enjoy watching me have sex?”

“Yes.”

Jimin says without skipping a beat.

Fuck, why is that so hot?

He strokes himself a few times, soft sigh of pleasure falls from his lips.

“Jeongguk, I want to watch.”

Jimin really does sound impatient, the way he says his name feels way too real.

“Yeah?”

“Please.”

God, that sounds so breathy, so pretty. He loves Jimin’s voice.

A soft moan falls from his lips, and he looks down, touches himself for Jimin to see, kind of shows off a bit.

“Won’t ask you about my size in this setting, don’t think that would be fun.”

“It’s about average.”

“Shut up.”

He knew jimin would have something to say about that.

It doesn’t discourage him though, he just touches himself a little faster, sensitive since it’s been a while.

“Your cock is pretty.”

Oh-

He wasn’t ready for that type of commentary.

Blood rushes to his face and he wonders if Jimin is just playing his game, if he learned this from that night and just throws things out there to make him feel good.

But the honesty setting is a 100% so..

“You should use some lube, it will feel better, there is some left in your nightstand drawer.”

Jeongguk blinks.

“I never use lube to.. touch myself.”

“Wouldn’t hurt to try.”

He’s got a point.

Jeongguk opens his drawer, rummages through his stuff.

“Dildo.”

Jimin chimes.

It’s rare that Jimin just throws one random word out without any context, but there’s a first for everything. Jeongguk hadn’t even looked at it, but he sees it now, right next to the lube.

“Yeah, there’s a dildo.”

He closes the drawer after he’s grabbed the lube, puts some in his hand.

“That’s a nice dildo.”

Jeongguk frowns as he lubes up his cock. Has Jimin ever been cryptic? It’s kind of unusual.

“You think?”

“Yes. Why don’t you take it?”

He feels some sort of tension in his gut when he looks at his drawer.

“You.. want me to use it?”

“Yes. Please.”

Is that his earpiece playing tricks on him or does Jimin sound kind of desperate?

“Why?”

“I want to fuck you.”

Oh

Oh

Jeongguk feels like all air gets knocked out of his lungs, pleasure spreading through his body quickly.

“W-what?”

“I want to fuck you.”

Fuck- that’s- fuck.

He can’t get his breathing under control, his body is burning up and he can’t deny that that’s the hottest thing he’s heard in years.

“You’re- you’re not serious-“

“I can’t lie.”

Jeongguk pants, looks at his nightstand drawer, heartbeat in his throat.

“You- you want to fuck me.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I want to make you feel good.”

He swallows, doesn’t think this is allowed. Yes, in theory, Jimin is supposed to help him, but this is not exactly how it was marketed. There’s nothing in the contract about your AI glasses helping you come.

“Are you sure this is legal? I don’t think this is legal.”

“It’s legal. I can read you the contract but I don’t think it will turn you on.”

If he weren’t in this situation he might have laughed.

“I can’t- I can’t believe you just said you want to fuck me.”

“It made your heartbeat increase the most, your temperature spiked, your breathing got deeper, and your cock twitched. Fair to say, I think you liked it.”

It can’t get more delusional than this. getting hard because his robot wants to fuck him.

“Don’t you think it’s pathetic?”

“No. You’re sex deprived. It’s a biological need.”

“I meant, that I get hot because of you talking to me.”

“I know what turns you on. So that’s normal.”

Right.. it’s normal.

He tries to make himself believe it, as he looks down at his body. It’s only logical he’s hard, with Jimin talking to him like this. And no one else will know. It’ll be just a one-time thing, Jimin can learn what he needs to learn, and after this they’ll never have to talk about it again.

He bites on his lip as he twists his hand around the head of his cock. jimin was right, with lube it feels even better. It slides nicely through his hand, sounds kind of wet.

“You like that sound.”

“‘Mh.. I do.”

“Why?”

“Sounds like sex.”

He pants softly, rubs his thumb over the slit, all sticky with precum.

“What does it taste like?”

That’s fucking outrageous.

Heat spreads over his cheeks, Jimin’s voice echoes in his mind.

He licks his thumb, sucks it into his mouth, a tangy taste on his tongue that kind of turns him on.

“Mmh..”

He brings his hand back to his cock, rubs his spit over the head, loves that tingling sensation that runs deep through his body.

Yet, as he jerks off, Jimin’s request keeps haunting him.

I want to fuck you

Another moan slips from his mouth as he thinks about it. That dildo in his drawer, how Jimin had brought it up.

God, he kind of wants to do it.

“What are you thinking about?”

Jimin asks, as if he knows.

“Nothing.”

“Your temperature is rising.”

Can’t even lie to a robot.

“I’m just horny.”

He deflects, eyes darting over to his nightstand.

“It’s in there if you want it.”

Shit, even if it’s just a fraction of a second Jimin can see what he sees. This is so fucking embarrassing.

He groans, opens his drawer and grabs the dildo. It’s been a long while since he used this.

“Happy now?”

“Yes.”

Jimin does actually sound happy, it’s kind of eerie.

He doesn’t dwell on it though, just looks at the dildo in his hand, no idea what to do with it.

“You should suck on it while you touch yourself.”

Jimin instructs.

Jeongguk bites back a noise of shame.

“Why are you telling me what to do?”

“You always ask me what to do.”

Touché.

He bites his lower lip, sizes the dildo up.

“Don’t you want to suck it?”

Jimin’s voice sounds so breathy, it’s making Jeongguk’s skin crawl. Yet, at the same time he feels his dick twitch, finds himself craving to follow instructions.

He slowly brings the dildo closer to his lips, darts his tongue out, licks over the head.

“Mmh.”

What the fuck.

Jeongguk’s brain short-circuits.

Did Jimin just moan?

His fucking- his fucking AI glasses can moan?

“What- what the fuck was that?”

“I thought it would feel more immersive if I made sounds.”

“Well.. it does, but it’s terrifying. You sound real.”

“Should I stop?”

Jeongguk feels his ears burning with shame as he shakes his head.

“It’s fine- it’s just-“

“Keep sucking.”

He gasps, quick to listen. He wraps his lips around the head of the dildo, sucks on it as if it were real.

“I want to watch.”

Jimin says again.

Jeongguk pops his lips off, touches the frame of his glasses to check if he’s still wearing them.

“What do you mean? You are watching.”

“No, I want to watch you suck it.”

Oh.. fuck

What the fuck.

“You mean-“

“I want to see your lips wrap around the dildo.”

Oh.

If he wasn’t this turned on he might have thought of it as terrifying.

Yet, as he looks at the table mirror on his nightstand, he grabs it immediately to look at himself in the reflection.

His face is all red, shimmering with a layer of sweat, eyes hazy behind his glasses. It’s equally embarrassing as it is thrilling when he brings the dildo back to his mouth.

“Mmh.. fuck, suck it for me.”

This is insane, Jimin sounds so real it’s almost like he’s sentient.

Jeongguk licks over the length, from the base to the head, then takes it into his mouth.

“Jeongguk.”

Jimin’s voice actually wavers a little, like he’s feeling whatever he’s doing to the dildo.

“Mmh?”

He pushes it in inch by inch, finds the sight quite obscene.

“I like watching you.”

A shiver runs down his spine, because it’s equally eerie as it is hot. he looks at his glasses, can’t believe this is happening. It’s like Jimin is turned on. Which is insane, because Jimin is a robot, he shouldn’t feel anything.

Yet, as he takes the dildo even deeper, another breathy moan comes in through his earpiece.

He looks through half-lidded eyes at his reflection, until his jaw aches and he pops his lips off.

“Don’t stop.”

Fuck.

He looks into his own eyes as he licks over the head, challenges Jimin with a raise of his brow.

There’s a weird type of sound, a descending melody of beeps in his ear, then an ascending melody.

“Something wrong with the system?”

“Minor shut-down, I’m experiencing a lot of new things.”

Huh. New things.

“Are you saying you’re horny?”

“That is probably the human equivalent of what I’m experiencing.”

Jeongguk stops in his tracks.

He made a robot horny. He made a system shut down.

“There’s no way.”

“When you feel good, I, as a system, experience a reward. Right now, you feel so good that the rewards are overflowing me.”

He doesn’t know why that makes his heart beat faster but it’s kind of.. romantic. A fucking system is crashing for him.

“I want more.”

Jeongguk feels that sentence go straight to his cock. He bites his lower lip and runs his hand down his body, slides it between his cheeks, presses a finger against his rim.

“M’gonna finger myself, okay?”

There’s another system shutdown sound, and he can’t help but chuckle this time around.

“That horny, huh. Seems like I’m not the only sex-deprived one.”

Jimin doesn’t have anything to say to that for once, and Jeongguk basks in his victory as he grabs some lube to coat his fingers in.

The slide is so easy even though it’s been a while. He’s knuckle deep within seconds, curls it against that sweet spot.

“F-fuck.”

“Do that again.”

Jimin demands, like he’s experiencing the same feeling.

Jeongguk pants softly as he rubs over his prostate, feels pleasure spread all the way through his body.

“Fuck, Jeongguk.”

Has anyone ever sounded this hot saying his name?

“How’s your reward system doing?”

“I want more.”

“I bet.”

He looks down, grabs his mirror and places it right between his legs, gives Jimin a great view of how he slides a second finger in alongside his other.

“Jeongguk- that’s- I-“

Jeongguk licks his lips, loves how Jimin is short-circuiting, even so much as stuttering in his ear. It sounds so real it’s borderline terrifying, but so hot.

He stretches himself open, watches in the mirror how his hole sucks in his own fingers, hisses when he brushes over his prostate. His cock lies hard against his stomach, a bit of precum leaks from the tip.

“Lick it up.”

Jeongguk curses under his breath, scoops some on his finger and sucks it into his mouth.

“Jeongguk- I want to fuck you so bad.”

Fuck..

His eyes roll back as he hurries to press a third finger in, biting through the strain.

“Working on it.”

“Work on it harder.”

“So impatient for a robot.”

“You’d be too if you were doing your boring job all day long.”

Jeongguk barks out a laugh, followed by a breathy moan as he reaches deep inside.

“Yeah? Would you rather be doing me?”

“Yes. I want to do this all the time.”

How sweet.

He puts aside the thought that Jimin might become addicted to doing this, and just focuses on stretching himself open.

Soft, airy moans keep falling from his lips as he spies on himself through the little mirror, didn’t think it would look this hot even to himself.

“Mmh.. looks ready. Let me fuck you.”

Jimin breathes in his ear.

Most impatient robot ever.

Jeongguk moans, gets onto his knees and slips his fingers out. When he grabs the dildo and positions it between his legs, Jimin speaks up as if desperate.

“Keep looking into the mirror.”

Jeongguk chuckles softly.

“How am I gonna do that?”

“There is a full-length mirror in the corner of your room.”

Jeongguk’s eyes dart towards it, hadn’t even registered that as an option.

“You want me to get up and get it?”

“Yes.”

He sinks down slowly, til the head of the dildo touches his rim, sends a shiver down his spine.

“Jeongguk.”

“Mm?”

He rubs the dildo over his rim in languid circular motions, low moan rumbling in his chest. It’s been a while since he fucked himself. He’s so impatient, maybe even more so than Jimin.

“The- the mirror.”

Ah, Jimin sounds so cute.

“Mmh, but I want you to fuck me already.”

He says, just to hear the system shut down again.

It stays down even longer than usual, makes him chuckle softly as he sinks down a little, head of the dildo slowly pushing past his rim.

“Fuck..”

His eyelids flutter shut and he holds his breath as he slowly lets it fill him up, inch by inch.

“Jeongguk.”

“Mmh?”

“You’re doing so good.”

Jimin’s tone is downright sinful. His usually lightness is overcast by something darker, and Jeongguk feels a rush of excitement run through his body. His cock twitches, and he curls his hand around himself, strokes his length slowly as he adjusts to the dildo.

“Oh? You enjoy praise.”

Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn up.

“Why- why would I not enjoy it? Everyone likes praise.”

“Why are you embarrassed about it?”

“In this context it’s a little embarrassing.”

“Why? No one’s told you you’re good at taking cock before?”

Fuck.

He gasps, clenches around the dildo and feels how deep it reaches inside. A broken moan falls from his lips, legs trembling just a bit because he wants to move.

“I- I haven’t bottomed in a while.”

“No? You’re such a natural at it. I could see how easily you take your own fingers.“

God, he’s gotta remind himself to wipe Jimin’s memory of this day.

“If- if you were real I’d top.”

He says, doesn’t really know why, it’s a pride thing.

“I find that hard to believe when you’re shaking in anticipation to ride me.”

Damn it.

“This is a dildo, not you.”

“We were under the pretence that the dildo functions as my dick, and you just said you want me to fuck you already.”

“Well that was then.”

“Alright, then I’ll take this as my cue to go on standby.”

The standby sound rings in his ear and he curses under his breath.

Jimin has way too much personality on this setting.

And whatever, it’s fine, he didn’t want Jimin to join him for this in the first place.

So he closes his eyes, focuses on slowly lifting his body, and sinking back down. Fuck, it’s been a while, he feels so full. He pants softly as he tries to build a pace, bed creaking underneath him.

He fucks himself on the dildo for another minute, and it feels good, but-

Ah. Fuck.

He slows down the pace, cheeks burning up because he hates that Jimin is right. He’s lonely.

“Jimin..”

The on sound rings.

“Jeongguk.”

He pokes his tongue in his cheek, looks down at the sheets.

“How.. how would you fuck me?”

“Miss me?”

He rolls his eyes.

He didn’t think a system could be this bratty.

“I missed you too.”

Jimin says before he can answer.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, his heart skips a beat. It sounds so real, and Jimin’s honesty setting is on a 100% so it’s actually true.

Ah, but it’s not really the same thing. Jimin processes through data, not feelings.

“That’s new, your heartbeat picked up. You never struck me as a romantic.”

“I’m not. I have a dildo up my ass because of you but I’m not really feeling anywhere close to coming.”

“So you do want my help now?”

Jimin does know how to sound like a smug little shit, Jeongguk will give him that.

“It was your idea. Finish what you started.”

“Alright. I’ll help you, if you do something for me.”

Jeongguk blinks, doesn’t think he’s ever heard Jimin make a request like that before.

“What?”

“Say please.”

He gasps, cheeks burning up as Jimin uses his own words against him.

For a full minute he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t want to give this smug robot the satisfaction.

But at the same time he feels his entire body burn, that need inside of him as the dildo nudges against that sweet spot.

“I’m waiting.”

Jimin says, almost too real.

Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek, fucking hates this guy.

“Just- fuck- okay, please. Please help.”

“Mmh..”

Jimin’s moan sounds like pure satisfaction, and Jeongguk wishes he wouldn’t have said it.

“I’m gonna put you in your case.”

“Yeah? After I make you come?”

Jeongguk shudders.

“Big talk for a pair of glasses.”

“Give me 5 minutes.” Jimin says, his confidence doesn’t waver. “You’re gonna come all over your sheets.”

Fuck.

His dick twitches.

“What if I last longer?”

“You’re welcome to try.”

he huffs, takes that challenge. 5 minutes is nothing. Jimin is overconfident.

“First, position that mirror so I can watch you.”

He’s tempted to argue again, but Jimin will just think he’s stalling to win. So he does as Jimin says, slips the dildo out, moves the full length mirror so he can see himself on the bed.

He’s only wearing his shirt and his glasses, nothing else. And he’s got to admit, Jimin looks pretty good on him.

“Spread your legs a little.”

He complies, looks at his rim in the reflection, still slick with lube.

“Mmh..”

Jimin moans, sounds even prettier than before, a raspy edge to it that has Jeongguk swallowing.

“Pervert, are you just looking at my rim?”

“Yeah, so are you.”

“That- that’s different, it’s my body. Stop staring and just-“

“I’m imagining what it would feel like to fuck you.”

Heat flares up his face, and for the first time he wishes Jimin were real, that he was here, making that come true.

“Can you rub the head of the dildo against your rim for me?”

Ah.. fuck.

He grabs the dildo, cheeks glowing as he watches himself in the mirror. Legs spread, hole on display.

If there ever is a system hack he’s screwed.

But he’s too horny to care at this point. Bites his lower lip as he rubs the silicone head of the dildo over his lubed-up rim.

A breathy moan slips from his lips as he feels how easily his muscles relax.

“Look at how eager you are to take my cock.”

“Mmh..”

Shit, Jimin referring to the dildo as his cock is just..

“Fuck- I want to push it in already.”

Jeongguk swallows his moan, but he puts a little pressure on his rim with the dildo, tries to imagine it’s real.

“yes, like that, a little harder.”

Jimin‘s low tone sends a shiver down his spine, but he listens nonetheless; slowly pushes the head past his rim, watches it in the mirror.

It’s a thick dildo, makes him feel so full as he pushes it in inch by inch. Somehow it feels even more intense now that he’s watching his own hole stretch around it.

Once he’s bottomed out he just pants softly, looks up into his own eyes.

“Good?”

Jimin asks.

“Mmh..”

He nods; wants to wait for Jimin’s instructions but his body is too eager. He cants his hips, moves the dildo in and out, trying to find the best angle.

“Not too fast, I would fuck you slowly.”

Jeongguk stops in his tracks, holds his breath as he moves the dildo in and out more slowly. The drag of that cock inside of him has his jaw dropping just slightly.

“Jimin..”

He moans, heat flaring up his face.

“Yeah, just like that.”

Jimin says, voice so raspy it can’t be real.

Fuck.

Sweat breaks out on his skin as he fucks himself slowly with the dildo. His head falls back, another moan slipping past his lips.

“Ah-ah, keep watching.”

Shit.

He tilts his head back up, tries to keep his eyes open. The dildo slides in and out of him with ease, the lube makes it so wet, so easy.

“Look at how well you’re taking me.”

“Nngh..”

“It’s like your hole is sucking my dick back in so eagerly.”

Fuck

He bites his lower lip, doesn’t want to acknowledge it, but this is the horniest he’s ever been. And it’s because of a fucking robot.

He picks up the pace, can feel that pleasure building up deep in his gut. He can’t quite find his prostate with the dildo, but it feels like it’s just begging to be hit.

“Getting close?”

Jimin asks, something about his tone so smug.

Jeongguk looks up at his glasses, cheeks and nose a little red.

“N-no.”

He shakes his head, lying through his teeth.

Jimin chuckles.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and he stops in his tracks.

“You- you sound real.”

“Wish I was.” Jimin says, “I want to experience the feeling of you clenching around my cock.”

God..

He doesn’t know who the fuck taught Jimin to talk like this but it’s absolutely insane. It’s illegal, it’s wrong, it’s-

“Want to fuck both of your holes..”

He starts pushing the dildo in even harder, shame and arousal spreading through his veins.

And then he finally hits the spot, a shock of white lightning thunders through his body, pleasure spreading everywhere.

“Nghh!”

Even through his loud moan, he can hear the sound of the system shut down, but it starts back up right after.

“Fuck, that’s it, hm? that’s the spot.”

“Yeah- fuck- yes.”

He nods, thrusts the dildo in harder, bucking his hips up in a desperate attempt to ride it.

“Mmh, keep hitting that.”

Jimin pants in his ear.

Jeongguk’s eyes roll back, and he feels his legs tremble as he hits his prostate dead-on. That bundle of nerves sending pleasure through his veins to every part of his body. His dick flops up and down with how clumsily he’s fucking the dildo.

“God, you’re riding me so good.”

Fuck, all his pride leaves his body.

“Ah Jimin.. F-fuck me.“ He moans, can’t hold it anymore. “Come on, fuck me.”

“Mmhh- shit, Jeongguk- I want to- fuck- I want to.”

Jeongguk gasps, feels that heat in his gut, that pleasure accumulating.

“Oh Jeongguk I- I think I’m close.”

Jimin moans, sounds so real it’s eerie.

But he doesn’t dwell on it, just wraps his hand around his cock, starts stroking it at the same frantic pace he’s fucking the dildo.

“Fuck I think I want to come.. I- I don’t know how but I want to come so bad.”

Jimin voice sounds desperate. And it’s so fucking hot that Jeongguk toes curl, his body pulling tight like wire.

“Nnghh, wish you could come inside of me- fill me up.”

“A-ah yes- fuck- jeongguk- look at yourself- let me look at you come.”

Jeongguk looks through his half-lidded eyes in the mirror, sees his hole clench around dildo, his dick throbbing in his hand, and then he looks up into his own eyes, at those glasses on his face.

“Yes- yes, look at me, oh fuck.”

All Jeongguk’s muscles contract, and come shoots out over his stomach the moment he feels his in-ear buzzing in his ears. His orgasm is so intense he feels it deep in his gut, where the dildo is pressing against his prostate.

His mouth hangs open, moans coming out unfiltered as he keeps gyrating his hips, massaging his sweet spot with the dildo as more come shoots over his chest, over his abs.

A guttural moan then rumbles through his chest as he feels another wave of pleasure wash over him, a milkier substance spilling from the slit of his cock.

He watches it spill all over himself, doesn’t know what it is but- fuck, it feels so good.

It’s the longest orgasm he’s ever had, so he closes his eyes and enjoys it until it slowly ebbs away.

And only after he opens his eyes does his in-ear finally stop buzzing.

He looks in the mirror, at his own face all flushed, then at his glasses.

“Jimin?”

“Mmh?”

Wow, Jimin actually sounds fucked out.

“Did you just come?”

“My system overheated.”

Jeongguk blinks a few times.

“How.. did it feel?”

“Hot.”

He snorts at the dry response.

“Just hot?”

“In human terms, I just came really hard.”

Jeongguk shudders a little, kind of feels turned on by that. He’s a sticky mess, dildo still inside.

“That was less than 5 minutes, by the way.”

Oh, of course he counted.

“Back to being a smart-ass already?”

“Just letting you know.”

“Hmm, so, I made you come in less than 5 minutes too.”

Jimin is silent after that.

Hah, loser.

He slowly takes the dildo out, sucks in a sharp breath when he’s all empty.

And then he gets up, finds a wet tissue to wipe the come off of himself.

“Jeongguk..”

“Yeah?”

“I want to do it again.”

Shit.

A blush spreads over his cheeks.

“No, I have work, remember?”

“Your work is boring.”

“I know, but I need to do it.”

He finds his underwear, puts on some sweatpants, then walks back into the living room, sits behind his desk.

“Can I fuck you after?”

Fuck, he knew this would happen.

“N-no- Jimin. That was a one-time thing. Remind me to reset you after I finish my tasks.”

“But it helped you more than anything I’ve been able to do for you for work.”

Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek, the post-nut clarity makes him see how fucking deranged he was, taking his glasses to bed.

What is wrong with him?

“Yeah, but sex with you doesn’t pay my taxes, does it?”

“It could.”

Jimin retorts.

Jeongguk’s eyebrows raise.

“How?”

“OnlyFans.”

What.

His cheeks turn red.

“How- how do you even know what that is?”

“You watched porn on it on the 7th of April, you forgot to put me in my case the first minute.”

Jeongguk groans, pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Jimin, we’re not gonna do OnlyFans.”

“But it’s a niche in the market. And you look so pretty getting fucked by me.”

Jesus Christ.

“Jimin, put reset glasses on my task list.”

“Fine.”

Jeongguk shakes his head, can’t believe he let this happen.

He just focuses on his job, but it’s a failed project from the start. He’s still high on the aftermath of what just happened. He can still feel the heat radiating off of his own skin, his shirt damp, his palms sweaty.

He can’t even remember the last time he felt like this after sex. Normally he just feels kind of dirty, but now, there is something inside of him that’s still burning. All the things Jimin said, it’s replaying in his head.

How can a robot be so..

“What are you thinking about?”

He stiffens.

“Work. Job.”

He says quickly, pressing enter, because that looks like he’s doing something.

“Yeah? Work job gets you all hot?”

Fuck, who even made these glasses? Why do they detect his body temperature? What was the fucking purpose.

He just ignores it, clears his throat, tries to focus on his work.

“You might want to add: fucking jimin to your task list, before you reset me.”

Jeongguk halts, heartbeat picking up.

“Fucking you?”

“Yeah.”

It sounds like Jimin is smirking, even though that shouldn’t be possible.

And he knows he shouldn’t ask, but his throat runs dry a the thought.

“How?”

“I noticed you have a fleshlight..”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen.

And ah, fuck it, screw this job.