/smut, swearing/

I entered my house on a normal Tuesday evening, exhausted from school. I was just about to poop down on my bed and fall asleep when a knock sounded at my door. I groaned and trudged out of bed, making my way down the stairs. Another knock. "I'm coming, Jesus Christ be patient!" 

 I opened the door and stared in disbelief at who I saw, "SQUIP!?"

 He still looked like Keanu Reeves, but instead of his normal suit, he wore a oversized hoodie and black skinny jeans. On his feet were converse that looked like they had survived World War III. He gave me jazz hands, "surprise!" He said weakly.

 I just started at him, he seemed more human than the last time I saw him, junior year. His eyes didn't flow as brightly as before, his posture was worse, he appeared to have been beaten up. "Squip, what happened to you?"

I let him in and he collapsed on my bed, "random guy shows up in alley way, people don't like that. I'm still downloading my latest upgrade and, it," he stretched, "ow, makes me susceptible to human feelings. Pain being one of them."

 I blinked, understanding all of 2% of what he said, "In English?"

 he sat up, "new upgrade, I can feel like you humans, and I got beat up."

 I sat down next to him, a strange surge of protectiveness washing over me. I suddenly realized how much I had missed him. "I'm sorry, so what's in this new upgrade?"

 " my creators want to see that if one day humans and robots could live in harmony, I guess you could say I'm the first test. Make us more relatable and humans are more likely to accept us, so yeah. " his face turned red.

I rested my hand on his knee, not knowing what was coming over me, "So you're human now?"

 he nodded, "in a way. I came here to apologize, for everything ."

 he looked down and my heart broke at the pitiful display, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "all is forgiven." 

 just like that? The Squip ruined my junior year, and I was just supposed to forgive him and move on. Yes. A part of me said. Yes, I was going to move on and forgive him. I honestly believed that he was sorry. That and this is a one shot book and the author doesn't have time to write dramatic emotional struggles where I ponder for pages about the emotional distress the Squip caused me in the past and finally come to the conclusion that I was deeply in love with him and hook up in Michael's basement. 

So I decided to let it go, the past is in the past. I smiled at him, he looked at me with wide eyes, a smile slowly growing, "really?"

 He was so cute. I cupped his face in my hands, "Really."

 he laughed and I chuckled, slowly leaning towards him, my hand still on his cheek. His eyes flickered to my lips and I felt a powerful surge in my stomach. His lips were soft and plump. He moved them in sync with my own mouth, biting my lower lip. 

The Squip's tongue ran along my mouth, begging for entrance. I denied, pulling away to look at him. He scowled, "the fuck Jeremy!"

 I instantly regretted kissing him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

 "No," he pushed me down so I was laying flat on the bed, " I mean why the fuck did you pull away? " 

Relief spread through my system as the Squip kissed him deeply, his tongue finally slipping through my parted lips. I felt that same urge in my stomach as he began to grind against me, moving his lips in time with his hips. I gasped as he began to tug off my Eminem shirt. His own clothes disappeared and he was left in only his boxers. 

He began to kiss my neck, searching for my sweet spot. I moaned loudly when he found it, he bit my neck, leaving a bruise. Great, now everyone will know I got a hickey. 

I didn't want to be the only one, I pushed him down and attached my mouth to his neck, biting and licking everywhere. I smiled triumphantly as I saw purple bruises trailing down his neck and chest. Squip smiled, "want to make me yours do you?"

 I nodded, blushing, "you're mine." 

 I didn't want anyone else to think that this handsome piece of McSchizzel Supreme was on the table [yes that was a reference] 

Where had that come from. I gazed into his eyes, dilated with lust. He pounced on me, grinding against my hips. I felt my stomach lerch as I felt something against my crotch. 

I moaned as I felt myself get erect. My underwear suddenly felt tight, I wanted them gone, and his gone too. 

Squip seemed to notice, as he ripped of my boxers, his own disappearing. My hard member sprang up. "Someone's excited," he cooed.

 He grabbed my dick in one hand, stroking it. I moaned closing my eyes in ecstasy. I needed that ten inch penis in me now. I already felt like coming. "Fuck me!" I begged, gasping as he increased his grip on my member. 

 "Ask me again," he licked my tip. 

 I was growing frustrated, "Fuck me now! I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't walk for a week!"

 Squip grinned evily, "your wish is my command." 

 He released his grip on my member and lifted my legs to his shoulders. He stroked my thighs, causing me to get impossibly harder. I gasped. His dick was huge, I felt small in comparison even though I had a decent sized cock myself. He alined himself with my hole and without warning, thrust into me. I screamed as I was tight and not prepared. "No lube? No preparation? Fuuuckk!" I moaned .

 "Chill. I stimulated your muscles, I didn't want to waste another second."

 His thrusts began to get faster, he moaned with delight, "You feel so good... Fuuuck Jeremy!"

 I too was gasping for air as he began to pound into me, harder and faster. I let out a scream as he hit my prostate. "Oooh, god, right there Squip. Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

 He told me not yet, but I didn't know if I could wait longer, he kept going impossibly fast. With a sudden moan he came inside of me his cum spilling from me. I was about to burst from the effort of holding in, but he slid out of me. "I want you to come in my mouth," he spoke breathlessly.

I nodded as he deep throated me. I moaned with satisfaction as I spilled into his mouth, gasping his name. Amazingly, he swallowed it all, still sucking me.

When he finally removed his mouth, we were both a sweaty mess. "Your dad's going to be here in ten minutes."

 What a way to ruin the mood. I looked down, my sheets were a mess, I was a mess, the Squip was here and I had a feeling he would be visible to my father. "What are we going to do?" I asked.

 He laid his head on my chest, "Tell him my name's Eric."