Holy shit, I haven't updated in so long, I am so sorry my dearest robotfuckers.

For you, a nice dinner on a Friday night with a sexy as hell robot was completely out of the ordinary. You figured that for the mentioned sexy as hell robot it was quite normal. Therefore, there was no protest when Mettaton offered to take you out that night. Sure, it was out of the ordinary, but you were done helping Alphys for the day and you were hungry as hell and Mettaton was both sexy and rich as hell. So, what could go wrong?

So much.

So very much.

It didn't start to get weird until dessert, when you asked if he was having any.

It was supposed to be an innocent question. You did not receive an innocent answer.

For the sake of not seeming like a pig, you asked Mettaton, "Are you planning on having dessert?"

Simple enough, just plain and straightforward, a yes or no question. But, instead of giving a normal reply, he answered, "Not until later, at least."

His eyes roved from yours to your lips and then your cleavage, unabashedly. He licked his lips slowly and looked back up to your eyes.

As if that obvious exploration was not enough for him, the whore, he had to wink, biting back the edge of his lip.

That damn flirt.

It wasn't helping that you had caught a few of his stealthy glances during dinner (which you had attributed to his being a man and your dress quite plainly displaying your chest). Also, has it been mentioned that he was sexy as hell? Because he was sexy as hell. And it was making you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. You furiously drank your water as he signed the check and you attempted not to imagine kissing him because he was your employer's robot son creation thing and that would be weird.

Also, it was just a nice little dinner between friends, and you denied that you actually liked him like that. You just figured you were an eensy but more horny than usual.

"Well, are you ready to leave now, beauty?"

His voice brought you back to the moment.

"Hmm? Oh yeah. Let's go."

The two of you left the restaurant and he guided you to the car. He opened the door in a gentlemanly manner and waved you in, before getting in himself and closing the door.

"We'll return to the Lab," he told the driver before turning to you and explaining, "I have something for you, darling, but I left it there. I hope you don't mind."

You were a bit hesitant, but Alphys would more than likely be home, so you decided you were safe and nodded your head in affirmation. He smiled contentedly and leaned back in the seat, once more staring at you so plainly that you could tell from a mile off.

When you arrived, all the lights were off. That should've been your first warning.

Then, he walked you inside, and left the lights off. That should've been the next warning.

The moment you heard the approaching step, you should've run.

But you didn't. You stood obediently until you felt an arm around your waist and a hand resting on your cheek. It took you a moment to process before you felt lips crash onto your own.

While you had been fantasizing slightly before, this felt all too dangerous, and so you shoved him and pulled out of his arms.

"What was that about?" You demanded, blindly stepping backwards.

"Don't pretend you haven't noticed, darling."

You could hear him approach again, but by the time you reacted, he was already at your ear, "I couldn't take my eyes off of you all night~"

You didn't know where exactly you were, but backing up seemed like a good plan to you.

Unfortunately for you, it appeared that Mettaton's plan was to continue following your every move. Being a robot had perks, you guessed.

"That form of yours is irresistible, beautiful." He reached for your wrist, his fingers grazing the skin.

You felt yourself hit a wall, and you began to panic. You were not prepared for whatever it was that this robot had planned for you.

"U-um, Met, I think you should stop."

He chuckled darkly, "I'm so sorry, but I can't do that. All night, I've been waiting. Waiting to get you back here and waiting to make this exact moment to happen."

You felt his lips tickling your ears again and you could feel the vibrations of his voice as he continued, "I've been waiting to make you mine."

You panicked again, now that his intentions were revealed to you, "Seriously, Mettaton, I'm n-not comfortable going this far with you.

He smiled and brought his head to your jaw, trailing his lips along your chin,"But I want to do so, so much with you, darling~" Your body betrayed you by allowing involuntary whimpers to pass your lips.

"Shit," you whispered. He giggled at your obvious internal struggle, and you would be lying to say that sound didn't turn you on just a little.

Suddenly, his hands harshly pinned you to the wall. His voice was a low growl as he spoke,"I've had my way before with men and women far more difficult than you. I'm not failing now." His lips pressed against yours before he added, "Darling." He was almost mocking you with the way he said it.

Now that was a bold claim, and you could imagine it. You could imagine all the people he had wined, dined, and wooed before bringing them home to thoroughly fuck them. With all that practice, he must be a near professional by now. It was getting increasingly more difficult to contain yourself. You weren't quite keen on being his next conquest.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," you spat, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. You didn't think it would work, but it was worth a shot.

"Oh, darling," he purred, "You don't know anything at all about me, do you?"

You should've known better than to provoke that robotic son of a bitch.

This is gonna be two parts so that y'all don't end up with a huge 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 word chapter.

Also, what would you say to a random book about my life? I know I did it once before, but I'm still kind of hesitant to try again. I just feel like I don't connect with y'all as well as I should. What're your thoughts?

See ya in part two!