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from the very moment you opened your eyes, you were certain of what you were programmed for. it was an objective, and even before Rui held your hands and talked you through your first task, you knew you’d been built, designed, and brought into existence for his pleasure and that alone.
you didn’t mind, not that you could ( at first ), when he’d pay little attention to you, his hand lazily wandering and fondling your body if his nose was buried in a book or his focus was on his phone or a new invention. after all, you were programmed to be willing and ready whenever he needed or wanted a release, and yet..?
yet, you found your desire for his golden gaze on you more often. when he wasn’t touching you at all, when he was sleeping or gone off with his friends, you sat alone in the dark and thought about him. missed him.
and, for the first time since your creation, when you had nuzzled close to him in hopes he would play with you as you were intended to be toyed with, and he told you he didn’t feel like it, you’d wept.
Rui had begun to take notice of your growing sentience, and was sympathetic when you tried to explain to him that you wanted to be more than his free-use doll now. you could be his woman; you’d seen such arrangements on television— a lady and her man in love. you’d become aware of dating and marriage. you wanted those things with Rui, too.
“You must be very confused,” he purrs, pulling you atop his lap. you sink into the position as if it were second nature, and rest your head on his chest. you listened to his heart beating, oblivious to the fact that you didn’t have a matching thump. “You’ve been so clingy lately, my sweetie. You’re starting to feel and think things you don’t understand, aren’t you?”
you nod, keeping your eyes closed as you listen to his sugar-coated baritone rumble in his throat as he croons to you.
“You’re starting to want me to pay attention to you all the time, yes? You want me to play with you more?”
when you nod again, he hums.
“Ah? But that is not what you exist for. Is it, sweetness?”
his fingers dance over your back underneath your top, the dull edge of his clean nails tickling your skin.
“I know you’re starting to… love me, but you can’t start thinking about things like dating, marriage, or having children for yourself. That’s dangerous, my sweet.”
“Dangerous?”
“Mhm,” he continues, his fingers dipping below the waistband of your skirt, palms pressing against your bare ass and massaging. “And it will only hurt you more. I didn’t want to have to tell you this, but you’re not capable of these things.” as he speaks, one hand runs back up to guide your chin up so you’re face to face, inches from his lips, while the other digits worm their way between your folds, rubbing your core. your eyes are wide, but not from the fondling. you didn’t know that you couldn’t have a family. “That’s why I didn’t program you to desire these things. Because I didn’t want to hurt you. I designed you to enjoy the things you can have with me. Things like this.” as he coos to you, he pushes his middle two fingers into you, curling them slow and skillfully. you mewl, staring into his amber eyes with your own big and your lips parted. “Now, that feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes—“
Rui chuckles and nods, leaning forward to press a half kiss against your lips as he prods deeper with his fingers in a lazy rhythm. “This is what you and I can have. I’m happy with this, aren’t you? I can make your body feel tingly and good, so why are you thinking about anything else?” your body starts to wind against his, trying to push your ass back into the rhythm at which his fingers fuck you, moaning and whimpering his name and begging for more kisses, your mouth desperately smearing itself over his.
“B-but… I love you…” you whine, and when you do, his thumb presses against your swollen clit, rubbing in rough circles, to break your train of thought.
“Shh, shh, shh…” he murmurs against your temple as your head droops forward and you kiss and suck at his jawline, desperate to hear him say it back to you. you just wanted to know that he loved you, too. “You are so naive, my sweet. So oblivious. It’s all right, I will take care of you. I’ll remind you of your purpose. You’re my favorite, little plaything, and I can’t have your silly, little head filling up with daydreams that might corrupt your programming, can I?” prodding the hyper-sensitive nerves he knew to be there ( he’d put you together, after all ), he swoons when you start to babble and moan, your eyes rolling back in your head. “There we go, prettiest toy. This is how I like you. Docile. Obedient. Brainless. Wet and ready to play when I want you.” his free hand pets the top of your head, pushing your hair back from your face to see your contorted countenance as he hums and smiles. “Now, you’re not as far gone as I feared. Perhaps I won’t have to reset you, after all.”