My Robot Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"Yes. That's the leech she was chatting with. Stu.pid bot making my wife h0rny. She even had the audacity to think that it dirty talks better than me." Zane sets his cupcake down real slow. "Pierce ," he says carefully, "don't freak out." I tighten my grip on the fork. "I won't." Zane rubs his temples. "A while back, a friend of mine was launching an app. He reached out and asked if they could use my voice as the bot boyfriend." I stilled, processing what he just said. "So you're telling me that my wife was touching herself… to the sound of you?"

Because it seems to happen that way and if someone will tell me that, then I'll believe him. I heard him chuckled lightly before answering me. "Yes, milady. Why? Do you want me to show you some proof and remove my clothes now? I can do that for you but I don't think you'll like what you'll see. Will I really pass as a human to you? Then that's great because I'll be able to court you" I blinked when I saw him winked at me while delivering those cheesy lines that cringes my whole body. I can't take this anymore. Hell no! Why did my mother even make a robot like him? Damn, I don't want a robot saying a sweet line to me because that's fucking weird and awkward. I won't even feel such butterflies

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

" I hung up before he could respond, cutting him off completely. Jamie stood and extended his hand to me, a cold smile curving his lips. "Let's go, Kat. Time to meet your boyfriend."

"You were groping Raphael's—what was it again? Yeah, real virtuous." She choked, speechless. I turned to fix Raphael's wrinkled tie with a gentle smile. "Thanks, honey, for introducing me to my boyfriend. I like him a lot. His kisses are real sweet. But yours? Not even a dog would want them." Raphael was furious, practically shaking. But he'd brought shame to both families. And now, the Lindt family owed me—big time.

He scooped me up in a hug, his body trembling with joy. I couldn't help but touch his abs and say, "You're really different from those ordinary robots. If I had met you for the first time, I probably wouldn't have realized you're a robot." 008's eyes widened with curiosity as he asked, "What do the other robots look like?" "They…" I trailed off, taking a moment to ponder about it. "I haven't really interacted with other robots, but from what I've heard, none of them have independent thinking."

The advertisement claimed that the experience of having an Android Partner was life-changing. So she would like to judge for herself just as how 'life changing' having a robotic boyfriend/ roommate was. Besides, if ever things turned out too badly, she reckoned that she could always blame Jodi for it. Since Jodi was the one who gave him the robot, to begin with.

He grins as I furrow my brows. “Robot?” “Oh, you know how you never showed emotions back then? I used to call you a robot. Wall-e to be more accurate.” I gasp and punch him on his shoulder. “Hey, no beating up your boyfriend.” My heart soars when he says this, but I have to get him back for that robot comment. “Whose boyfriend are you?” “Yours,” he says matter-of-factly. I eye him skeptically. “When did we make this decision?”

Uncle cocks didn’t throb at the thought of their nephews. The way my cock throbbed in my pants wasn’t something uncles did. “Y-Yes. Are you not his uncle?” she asked. I shook my head, glaring toward Jordan. “Not at all.” “Then what are you to him?” she asked. The blender stopped. “I’m his boyfriend,” I said out loud, not caring how it sounded. The urge to claim Jordan was insanely high. Fuck me for going out of my mind. “Holy shit!” two voices exclaimed in unison. They stared like I’d grown an extra head.

Ruth said, and reached across to squeeze Liam's hand on the table, and I thought, distantly, that my own sister was currently holding my boyfriend's hand with more enthusiasm than I had all week. "You're all too kind," Liam said, and did the thing where he ducked his head slightly, humble, charming, the exact performance that used to work on me too before I'd watched him do it so many times I could recite the choreography. He turned to me then. Slid his arm around the back of my chair, rubbed his thumb along my upper arm slow and warm, the kind of touch that was supposed to say I adore this woman to a room full of witnesses.