YUPPPP WE LOV U. U ABSOLUTELY COOKED SMTH ON THAT YJ SMUT

YUPPPP WE LOV U. U ABSOLUTELY COOKED SMTH ON THAT YJ SMUT😈

thank you so much! just because of that, im accepting requests/thirsts for a while because my brain is going blank and i wouldn't want to disappoint all of you.

i wanna lucid dream so bad, does anyone have tips or smth? i first heard of it as a kid and thought that only special or 'gifted' people could do it but apparently anyone can lucid dream 😭 ( i sound so flipping dumb rn oml )

why is it so mutherfuggin' complicated to make a masterlist on a phone (sum1 teach me pls)

'all night'

summary: during le sserafim's appearance at the nba game, you couldn't help but to admire her wearing that jersey, and after voicing out your thoughts, she decides to help you out.

tags: this is literally just smut, reader calls yunjin mommy, rough fingering, clit rubbing, reader wears a skirt, begging, orgasm denial, implied multiple rounds, semi-public sex.

a/n: im so sorry i had to make smth for THIS yunjin i really had to, so this is my first smut dont judge, also this isnt proofread forgive me‼️

"really couldn't wait after the game." pressing you against the bathroom door, keeping up the fast pace of her fingers inside you.

"m-m'sorry" biting your lips trying to hold your moans back, which now became impossible as her thumb found it's way on your clit.

"such a whore, you want us to get caught?"

trying to form a sentence has never been this hard for you, not with the way her fingertips are hitting that sweet spot inside you, and rightfully so, you slowly feel yourself losing composure as your legs begin to tremble.

"y-you're so p-pretty jen." focusing your lust-blown eyes on hers, even with the huge instinct to close them from all he pleasure you're receiving.

like a light bulb turned on inside her head; "oh, i get it now, you got horny because of this outfit, huh?"

nodding was really the only thing you could do at the moment as her skillful fingers never ceased with it's ministrations.

"y'wanna cum baby?" now rubbing your clit faster than ever.

"yes! yes, please let me cum!" desperate to have that release, you hold onto her wrist in hopes that she doesn't stop.

"well, i guess you're gonna have to beg." slowing down, she removes her thumb over your clit and wraps it around your throat, though her other hand never stopped inside you.

"oh my god, jen please! please let me cum, i'll do anything!" attempting to ride her fingers, she removes them and places it against your hip.

"c'mon baby, you can do better than that." taunting you, if you weren't in this situation, you would've fought back, but you really couldn't afford to as your cunt is in desperate need of attention.

"please, let me cum. i'll do anything!" the desperation in your voice undeniably made yunjin wetter than she was before.

stopping herself from bending you over the sink and fucking your brains out, she leans over your ear.

"oh c'mon, i that all you've got?"

with your clit throbbing, and your hole dripping wet, you struggle to think.

"p-please mommy, let me cum, i'll be a good girl."

eyes widening, yunjin's pupils shrink as she processes what you said to her, wasting no time and plunging her fingers inside you, adding a fourth.

"yeah? you wanna be mommy's good girl and cum?"

she's relentless with the speed and proceeds to roughly thumb your clit, successfully pushing you dangerously closer to your edge.

a pornographic moan escapes your lips as the familiar feeling of climax approaches fast.

"gonna cum! gonna!"

and it finally snapped, your fluids coated yunjin's fingers beautifully as she spreads it over your sensitive cunt.

kneeling down to get your panty from where she absentmindedly threw it, she stops you.

"what do you think you're doing?"

you were least to say, confused. did she want you to go out there with no underwear?

"i'm fixing up..?"

she lifts you up by your thighs and places you on the sink, the cold metal feeling so good on your heated body.

"oh, but we're not done."

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?!?!?! DID NOT KNOW THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED IN MY LIFE... THIS IS SKIBIDILICIOUS. to the author, i love you 😚

request: you're technically a scrapyard droid, you're pieced together through will alone, pieces and parts of others to create exactly what sunoo's always wanted. // sunoo as a scientist / mechanic who's built a droid based around creating his perfect / dream girl

w/c: 3.1k

warnings: reader is an android / robot, robophilia, robot fucking, eroticism, sexualization, implied eroticizing of mechanical work, in-depth discussion of synthetic humans and synthetic human parts [including but not limited to genitals and bodily fluids], explicit sexual content, light fingering, spit, hand job, vaginal sex, wet & messy, light dacryphilia, *unprotected sex, creampie

He’s only made a few steps down the stairs when he hears the sound of someone falling over, and the metallic clang of something hitting the ground. He rushes the rest of the way down the stairs, sighing to himself when he sees you sitting on the floor, your leg dislocated from its metallic joint and you holding your head. Sunoo sighs to himself, he really needs to keep this place clearer of his miscellaneous parts if you’re going to be wandering around. You’re still pretty clumsy when you’re upright. 

“You should be more careful when you’re up and around,” he tells you, stepping down the last stair and walking over to your side. He drops his box of parts on his work table then drops down into a crouch beside you. You look up at him through those big eyes he adores, curious and confused. “I told you to watch your step around the lab, it’s a bit of a mess around here still,” he reminds you, gently pushing some of your hair from your face. 

“I was careful!” You insist, making him grin. “Ah, my leg,” you sigh, looking down at where your leg is twisted at the knee. Some of your joints still need some work, the connections are looser than Sunoo would prefer. He’s done a good job getting you up and running but you’re, by far and wide, not ready for mass production yet. You’re clearly inferior to what those big corporations can do but that’s why Sunoo built you himself. He didn’t want a mass modeled droid, he wanted something perfect. 

You’re so close to being that. 

“I’ll fix that,” Sunoo assures you. You smile gently at him. “C’mon, then,” he tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You wrap yours around his shoulders, letting him lift you up from the ground. You cling to him as you’re lifted from the ground, Sunoo securely carrying you from where you were previously splayed on the cold flooring onto the table he built you on. 

You’ve only been functional for a short while, built out of pieces and parts Sunoo has been able to scrounge up from parts places and repurposed items. He’s had to take parts from old droids and rummage through scrap bins just to get exactly what he wants. Your features were the most difficult to track down, having to pry them off of decommissioned droids just so he could sew it all back together. The stitches aren’t even that noticeable, your synth skin is very convincing. Were it not for your lack of serial number, the average person might not even know you’re a scrapyard droid. 

But a professional would, so Sunoo can’t let you out just yet. You still have quite a few flaws that need perfecting. 

Including this little issue you’ve been having with your joints. This isn’t the first joint that’s become dislocated, causing him to have to fix it. You’re also still pretty unsteady on your feet, but he hopes that’s temporary due to your lack of experience with walking. 

He pushes you further back onto your table, pushing you down onto your back with a hand on your shoulder. You fall down onto the slightly inclined table, watching as Sunoo pushes the hem of your skirt up to get a better look at your knee. You can’t blush but a thrill goes through your wiring as he lifts your leg, bending it at the knee so he can get a better look at the joint. 

“This shouldn’t take too long to fix,” he tells you, then reaches over for an exact-o knife, a pair of gloves and his tools. 

No matter what it is, Sunoo always handles you with such care, so you watch with affection as he cuts your synth skin open so he can get to the joint itself, twisting and turning your calf in hand to get it back into place. His rubber gloved hands adjusting the wiring, causing shivering sensations to rush through you. It feels like accidentally pressing your finger to a voltage meter when he does it, adjusting the wiring inside of your metal skeleton to then screw your joint back together. Once in place, he brings a bottle of lubricant over, dripping the metal lubricant over your joint. You flinch when it drips out too fast, droplets rolling over your synth skin and towards your ankle. 

“Oops,” Sunoo mumbles, swiping the droplets away. He rubs the lubricant in and then tests the joint, looking up at you. You avoid his eyes, clearing your throat awkwardly. He smirks, pushing your knee up, causing your skirt to push further up your body, beginning to pool around your hips. You hesitantly look back at him, noticing his expression. “Is that comfortable,” he asks, his fingers around your knee. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you agree and Sunoo nods, setting his tools aside so he can pick up a needle, sewing you back together. Your skirt is still hiked up around your hips, almost exposing you to him, not that it isn’t something he hasn’t already seen. Literally made with his own two hands. 

The thing about being made by Sunoo is that you have a deep adoration of him, of course, for being the one to give you life, but also you’re programmed for him. You know it, that inside of you he’s put every ounce of love for him in your very heart, but you adore that. Especially after all the care he’s put into building you up, you don’t know that you would care about anyone but him. However, that also means the only person you’ve ever had a thought about is him, including any thought that might be even slightly less than innocent. 

You’ve spent every waking moment admiring him. From the length of his lashes and sculpt of his jaw, to the strength of his arms and hands as he put you together. Surely no one would blame you for liking him, even if he did program you for himself, even more as time went on. It’s hard not to, from his caring nature to his handsome physique. You just can’t help it, taken with him from the very moment you opened your eyes. So surely, no one could blame you for every passing thought that goes through your mind. 

You’re startled when hands are suddenly sliding up your thighs, causing you to look at him with wide, surprised eyes. Sunoo smiles at you as his fingers slip underneath your skirt, towards your hips. 

“You didn’t break anything else while you were walking around, did you?” He asks, fingertips brushing where your thighs meet your hips. Without meaning to, your legs fall open a little further for him and he hums. “Mm, your hips joints seem a bit loose. Maybe I should take a look at them too,” Sunoo suggests, pushing your skirt up further, revealing your bare hips to him, a shocking wave of thrill rushing through you. 

“No,” you say and he stops. “N- no, I mean… I think it’s fine. I don’t think⁠—” 

“I’m just going to check,” he tells you, smiling so innocently at you. “Just let me take a look. Won’t take longer than a second.” His thumbs rub circles into your hips, where your hip bones would be if you had them. It soothes you for a moment, relaxing you into the table. “Just relax for me,” he advises, hands sliding down your hips to your thighs, just to spread them open further. 

You resist the urge to try and close your legs, your calves hanging over the edge of the table as Sunoo lowers himself down towards your hips. He disappears underneath the gathered fabric of your skirt, his hands sliding over your skin. You can’t see him, but you can feel the way your body is reacting to his touches. You might just be a robot but you can still feel, your nerves are very sensitive, it’s by design. You startle, putting your hands on his shoulder when his thumbs follow the seam of where your hips meet your thighs, from the outside of your legs down to between your legs. 

“I designed you so well,” he sighs, admiring you. Your breath catches when his fingers touch the sensitive flesh of your labia. He crafted you very well, you can feel every teasing touch, every delicate brush of his fingertips, up towards the top of your vulva, his thumb pressing into your clitorus. You’re built for him and yet he put so much work into making you so perfectly, anatomically accurate. You often think you should thank him for it, that you can feel the sensation through your synapses as he starts to rub his thumb over your clit. 

This isn’t the first time Sunoo’s ever touched you, but it’s the most intimate he’s ever been with your pussy. You’ve been too nervous to touch yourself, even though you’re sure it would feel good, unsure of what might happen. Now you know, you can feel the way your body is working overtime, synthetic lubricate starting to flow from deep inside of you. It’s almost uncomfortable, how wet you’re getting, seeping out from your innards to spill into your pussy. It flows out, towards your synthetic cunt until Sunoo can see it glistening on your labia. 

“You function very well,” he comments. He climbs onto the table with you, leaning over the top of you. Your breath catches again as he hovers over the top of you, fingers damp with the lubricant seeping out of you. “It’s such a shame,” Sunoo sighs, tracing his fingers over your cheek, “that I haven’t made sure this part of you works yet. Perhaps I should.” 

“But- but what if you don’t like it?” You ask. Sunoo leans down, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his plush lips against your skin. He makes his way down between your eyes, over the bridge of your nose, your cheeks. You hum softly, tilting your face up into the affection. His lips meet yours, and sweet and gentle, but just for a second. His hand cups your cheek, his tongue prodding its way into your mouth and you react instinctively, opening up for him. Your mouth waters against his own, spit gathering between both of your mouths until it’s wet and messy, his tongue stroking over yours, his teeth nipping at your lips. When he pulls back you feel a little bit dizzy, disoriented. 

“I made you so perfectly,” Sunoo whispers, hovering just out of reach of your bitten lips. “How could I ever not like you?” He asks. “But if, for some reason, it’s not quite to my liking, there’s always room for improvement.” 

“You’ll make me perfect?” You whisper. 

“Perfect,” he assures you.

Your skirt is pushed the rest of the way up your waist, until you’re entirely bared to him. You watch with bated breath as Sunoo unbuckles his belt, pushing down his jeans to let his cock out. It’s still only half hard but you admire it, just as beautiful as he is. You tilt your head, trying to puzzle it out. Logistically, you know it will fit inside of you but you’re curious to know how it will feel.

“Give me your hand,” Sunoo tells you, so you do. He lifts your hand to his mouth, spitting wetly into it. If you could blush you have no doubts you would be right now, a warmth filling you. It feels dirty, lewd, but he only smirks at you, then bringing your hand down to wrap your fingers around him. 

The skin of his cock is soft and warm in your fingers, pulsing with heat. His own fingers wrap around your hand, his eyes falling shut, a blush coating his own cheeks as he guides you to touch him. You watch him avidly, cataloging the way his expression changes when you stroke your hand up and down his cock. You can feel it getting harder, stiffer in your grip, his fingers going more and more lax around yours as you touch him. You can feel the wetness that leaks from him, gathering around your fingers, slicking the way for your hand to move. Soft moans and sighs leave his mouth, verging on whimpers. His eyes open, half lidded and hazy with arousal, to look at you. 

“You’re learning very quickly,” he tells you. 

“You built me very well,” you tell him and he smiles softly, “but I’m sure my pussy would feel better than my hand.” 

“I don’t remember teaching you that word,” Sunoo comments, but guides your hand away from him, shifting to lean over you again. 

“My programming basics are still intact,” you tell him. “It’s in my base knowledge.” 

“My perfect girl knows such filthy things?” Sunoo asks, pushing his hips forward to slide his cock along your rapidly wetting slit. You gasp, the sensation rattling through you. “I should’ve done a better job wiping your memories. I guess I’ll have to go back in there and do something about that,” he warns you, watching your mouth fall open, hands coming up to grip at his shoulders. “Unless my pretty girl likes knowing such dirty things?” 

“Only if you like it,” you gasp out, clutching at him as the head of his cock keeps nudging against your clit. Electrical sparks keep flitting through your synapses, making it harder and harder for you to concentrate. 

“Anything I like, huh?” He asks, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your head up. He presses a kiss to your lips, which you chase with desperation. “I know I made you perfect but you can like things too.” 

“I like what you like,” you reply, making him grin at you. 

“Do you? Do you like this?” He asks, aligning the head of his cock to your already soaking wet entrance. You’re so wet, it’s dripping onto the table beneath you, making him wonder if he ought to change your settings, but as he slides inside, he couldn’t bear the thought of it. He slides inside of you so easily, the silicone of your pussy hugging him so tightly. He groans, watching your opticals glitch, irises disappearing as they roll back, and turning white.

Your body responds to the intrusion, back arching, fingers digging into his shoulders as he rolls his hips into you. Your pussy stretches to accommodate him, not yet having been used at all. You’re so tight around him, Sunoo’s hands have to grip the table and your hip tightly, leveraging his weight to slide out of you and then back in. You moan, high and tight, as he begins to fuck you, faster, harder, cock aching through every slow thrust of him inside of you. 

“You feel so good,” he moans, dropping his head down to your chest. Your hands move to the back of his neck, cradling him against you as he picks up the pace. “Fuck, I should’ve done this sooner. You’re so wet,” he groans, nails biting into the synth skin of your hip as he starts to fuck you faster.

Your mind starts to blank out, glitching through the unrelenting pleasure of being so close to him, of being filled with him. All your synapses feel like they’re on fire, the drag and pull of him inside of you almost too much for you to handle. You’re technically built for this, but you’re not used to these kinds of sensations yet, your body is trembling underneath the weight of so much stimulation. Still, you like it so much, the feeling of being overwhelmed by the weight of him, the heat of his body against yours, the feeling of him using you for his pleasure. Your pleasure is much less than his, you know it, but you love the feeling of knowing he’s enjoying it. 

Sunoo lifts his head from your chest, eager to watch your expression as he fucks you, to know what you might look like experiencing pleasure. He still remembers the sounds you would make when he was fiddling around with your wiring, when he was just a little too careless, the way you would whimper and sigh. Now he’s enthralled by the sounds that spill unbidden from your mouth, like you don’t even know you’re doing it. 

Tears start to leak from the corners of your eyes, an emotional response from being overstimulated, making Sunoo coo. He brushes his fingers over your cheeks, kissing the tracks that appear over your cheeks. 

“My perfect girl. You can barely handle it, can you?” He asks and you shake your head, whimpering sobs leaving your lips as he hitches your leg over his hip. Your synth skin stretches, threatening to snap from the pull on it. “You’re doing so good for me. So fucking good.” Sunoo looks down to see the way you’re taking him, still leaking all over him, dripping down his cock and balls, pooling on the table beneath you. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet. Oh, fuck.” 

“Sun- Sun-” you can’t even get the word out, his name glitching on your tongue. 

“Don’t worry, beautiful, just a little longer,” he urges, his thrusts becoming erratic and messy. There are stains on your dress and his jeans from the spray of lubricant and pre-cum dripping out of you but he pays it no mind, chasing his orgasm. “C’mon, c’mon, so close,” he groans, holding you tight enough that if you were human it would surely bruise. 

“Sun-” you try to get out, but you can’t. Your words just caught in your vocal box, your eyes glitching and turning white again as he holds you down, his hand moving from the table to your shoulder, tilting your hips up as he chokes on a moan, cock throbbing inside of you as he comes. 

It’s too much for how much lubricant you’re already leaking, coming out to seep out around his cock. He holds you down as he comes, pulling out once the tight press of your cunt becomes too much. It hurts, your unused body too snug around his softening cock. When he pulls out, you go lax against the table, cum and lubricant oozing out of your used cunt messily, all over the table. 

Sunoo climbs off the table, hastily wiping himself down as he watches your body shake and tremble, trying to reset after being put through the ringer. Your optics come back online as he’s tucking himself back into his jeans, moving to the top of the table to gently tap your temple. Your eyes realign to look up at him and he smiles down at you, just a bit tired and definitely sated. 

“You did so well,” he tells you and you resist the urge to preen under the compliment. “I don’t think you need any improvement, my love.”

a/n: *the above work depicts unprotected sex which, with this being a robot / droid fic and there being no chance of pregnancy or transmission of infections, i figured i was well within my liberties of doing so. that said, please be sure to participate in safe sex practices in real life, such as the use of condoms and contraceptives. safe sex saves lifes!

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