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waiter! waiter! more pandora x jak weird smut please!!!!!

i was thinkin about how magnets fuck with machinery so-

Magnets, Man...

(flagrant smut of my own ocs, 18+, JAK and Pandora)

TAGS: intelligence loss/fuckin around with jak's brain, squirting, fingering, casual sex, magnet play

Pandora has some magnets, JAK's helm looks like the perfect place to put them.

JAK could tell when Pandora was planning something for him. For one, she would compliment him more. Mention her great workmanship, thank him for all his help. Somehow, her stilted attempts at complimenting him were more endearing than they were manipulative. Second, she would be staring at him. Constantly. Or as constantly as her schedule would allow. Sometimes, when she thought he didn’t notice, she would seem to be sizing something up in her mind, usually regarding his lower half.

Those tells were enough to know it was something sexual. To know it was something so lascivious only pandora could have thought it up, one would only need to look to the third tell.

Pandora’s wall safe was open. Which meant Pandora was updating his backup drives.

“Sooooo… JAK?” Pandora purred, trotting into the room and situating herself between him and the TV.

“What is it?” JAK sighed, reaching for the remote and pausing the TV.

Pandora fidgeted with something behind her back, rocking on her heels a bit. She opened her mouth, making eye contact with him before closing it again and glancing away with a broad, nervous grin. “… Y’know, that paintjob really just works for you-“

JAK rolled his optics. “What is it.” he said flatly.

“I wanna try something. It’ll be fun! I promise. It’ll… also be sexy.” she explained quickly, turning to face him with a now more flushed look on her face.

JAK weighed his options for a moment. Or he tried to look like he was. It felt like the longer he was in this body the less dignity he had. He could have told her no, said she was being weird. Hell he could have said a lot of things. He didn’t say them. Instead he said, “Fine, but if my frame gets trashed again I’ll be pissed.”

By all accounts, it wasn’t very impressive. In her hand was a stack of round magnets, held a safe distance from his face where he was kneeling before her. She’d taken his place on the couch, still completely clothed, as usual.

“See the interesting thing about complex machines like you- hm- well ONE of the interesting things is that you don’t love magnets very much.” She hummed, closing her fist around the stack of magnets and struggling to pull one off. They seemed pretty powerful. “Messes with your internals… and I wanna know what it’ll do to your processor.”

“… you’re going to purposely possibly break my brain?” JAK asked.

“NOT BREAK!! Well- Hopefully not break, don’t worry about it.” She said quickly, rolling the magnet between her fingers and thumb.

“I’m gonna worry about it.” JAK droned, leaning back from her.

Immediately her hand darted forwards, hooking in his collar plating and stopping him. His vents hitched as the failsafe codes in him kicked on, her grip feeling stronger than the steel he was built from. “I’m not gonna break you, your body cost too much for that.” She frowned.

JAK swallowed, fixing her with an unconvincing frown. “Wow, my body and not me? Jeez you sure know how to make a dude feel special.”

“UGH you know what I-!! YOU’RE BEING PURPOSELY OBTUSE!” She snapped, wrinkling her nose at him and grimacing.

JAK grinned back at her, until he felt all of the pistons in his left arm suddenly eject out, stiffening and going uselessly limp at his side. He panickedly looked for the source of the malfunction, finding a thick black magnet pressed snugly to his plating. Pandora smacked his hand down as he reached it over to pick it off.

“The rest of you is metal too, you’ll just cause more problems trying to take it off. And anyway,” She hummed, casually flicking another magnet onto his right arm. His fans cycled up faster, heat and arousal pooling in his internals at the loss of control. “You have a more important job!”

“A-and what’s that?” JAK mumbled out thinly.

Pandora’s cool hands coaxed him to turn around and face the TV, leaving his head cradled between pandora’s knees. “I’m gonna watch my show, and you’re gonna make some noise if I hit anything interesting.” She chirped, and finally placed the first magnet on the right side of his head.

Immediately, JAK shuddered, his vision flickering and going pixelated. He could feel something in his head physically pulling back against the magnet, his teeth gritted and body quivering. It felt- A lot. It felt so very much, like danger, and proximity like his sensors were warning him of, and then further than that, like the feeling of all the blood rushing to his head. He felt dizzy.

“A-Ah-“ He sighed out, trying to jerk his neck away from the feeling and failing. Pandora’s hand tucked up under his jaw and held him fast in place, her free hand sliding the magnet in slow circles on his helm. He could feel cooling fans stutter against the tug of the magnet, feeling heat wash over his helm. He breathed out a weak laugh. “FFeels- weird-“

“Yea? What kinda weird?” She asked, doodling nonsensically with the magnet as she rubbed it over a new bit of his helm. This time his jaw dropped open and he moaned, the contact making him salivate as his body screamed for mercy.

“A-Ah- AH!” JAK cried out, his vocalizer popping in his throat and going laden with static. “F-fuh- Fizzy-“ He huffed unhelpfully.

“Fizzy?” She asked with a stifled laugh.

JAK nodded as much as he could with her hand on his jaw. Pandora laid her legs over his shoulders, squeezing either side of his face with her thighs as she giggled. She sounded so happy, and without meaning to, JAK’s fans clicked up another notch with an audible whine.

“Weeeird…” She whispered. “Let’s give you another.”

JAK’s mouth gaped open again as a second magnet made contact with the other side of his head. “NnNNGuuh-!” He grunted, drool bubbling from his lips. His voice sounded drawn out and sharp with static. His whole body felt hot with arousal. Without meaning to, his modesty plating snapped open, his pussy puffy and slick from the foreign feeling.

“O-Oh-!” Pandora squeaked. “Oh my god, Really? it feels that good?” she hissed out in an excited whisper, leaning down over his head to look at his junk. JAK’s fans squealed. Unable to use his arms, JAK rolled his hips weakly. It felt impossible to think, every coherent string of code pulled up and away by the magnets tormenting him.

“Uuuhnfffhhnn-“ JAK moaned when pandora slowly drew the magnets around his metal skull again.

“Oh… Oh wow…” Pandora sighed out breathlessly, stroking at JAK’s neck cabling. “I…. Can you turn around for me?”

JAK struggled to wrangle the prompt into making sense. He sluggishly followed her orders, succeeding only in tipping himself over onto his back facing her. Pandora just laughed, reaching down and arranging his hips between her legs with his cunt pointing up towards the ceiling. He got a great view of the underside of the coffee table from here. “Comfortable?” She teased. JAK’s vocalizer crackled. “Good.”

She rubbed her open palm over his waiting pussy, earning a series of useless clicks and fizzes from his vocalizer. Pandora smiled to herself. JAK must have looked so stupid then, jaw hung open, legs splayed over Pandora’s lap as she teased him. JAK couldn’t find anything in him that cared about how he looked. The only thing his processor cared to register was her touch. He drooled haplessly. Her cool digits burrowed into his hole and curled upwards to massage his lubrication tube. Lubricant welled at its opening for a moment as she kneaded it lightly. JAK moaned. Nothing existed but her, nothing but her careful digits and the pleasure they wrung out from him.

Her fingers went stiff, then decisively jabbed forwards against the tube. JAK gurgled his own spittle as a jet of lubricant arced up from his cunt and splattered against his belly. Her free hand came up, pinching at his clit and tugging on the pleats of his hood. JAK moaned out, unable to warn her as he came, another stream of lubricant splattering across his stomach.

“God you’re sensitive, it’s so fun!” She laughed, rolling her digits inside of him. JAK nodded dumbly, his face split into a blissed out smile. She was beautiful and terrifying, his body not his own but an extension of her will. He wanted to scream in terror and run, and he wanted to crawl meekly at her feet and curl into her like some lost dog. She was everything.

“Y-y’r sso good t’ me….” JAK choked out in a moment of clarity.

She laughed, snorting and squealing and kicking her feet. “God you’re fucking- HAH! Youuu.. you’re so stupid.” She snickered, worming her pinkie finger inside him along her middle and ring finger. JAK rolled his head back and whined. She began to pump her fingers in, his lubricant gushing and squirting around her digits. He moaned. It was so hard to think, his whole body on fire with the strain of just barely thinking while Pandora merrily reamed him out with her hand. The fingers on his clit shifted, pinching it between her middle and ring fingers and tugging gently as she rhythmically rolled it between her knuckles.

JAK’s body twitched weakly. It was total bliss, no thoughts, nothing but pleasure and stimulation, nothing but pandora. His optics shot wide open as she pressed the fourth digit on her hand inside of him. He wailed out incomprehensibly in strain and enjoyment. If he could do anything but force whines and crackles out of his useless vocalizer, he would have been screaming ‘YES’ over and over. But he couldn’t, so instead his vocalizer just squealed as he gushed a second time. Pandora simply tilted his hips forwards lightly, snickering to herself as his lubricant rained all over his own face and chest.

Unsurprisingly, JAK couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“You keep saying you’re gonna fix the lubricant levels, but you never fix them.” JAK huffed as he scrubbed at his plating with solvent. He was sitting on the toilet of the bathroom, grimacing to himself as he dug bits of drying orange flavoured lube from the crevices of his frame.

“I promise I’ll do it soon!!” Pandora called over the hiss of the shower. She poked her head out from around the curtain, her hair falling in slick curtains down her arms and shoulders. “Its just like… y’know… sooooo finicky-“

“You like it that i squirt, don’t you.” JAK sighed, cutting her off.

Pandora clammed up, glancing around shyly. “…. Maybe.”

“… You can keep it like this if you handle the cleanup.” JAK muttered, averting his gaze as his cheeks warmed.

“REALLY!!?” Pandora shrieked. JAK’s face flushed further.

When he didn’t say anything to deny it, Pandora cheered to herself, sliding back behind the shower curtain.

JAK sighed again, glaring up at the ceiling of the bathroom. One of these days he was going to finally have the dignity to say no to her.

“We should see how far you can squirt, or like, if you can knock something over with the pressure!” Pandora cackled.

… God and he hoped that day never came.

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