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This wasn't Connor’s intention when he walked into the precinct this morning. In fact, the only thing he had on his mind was work when he arrived.
This was Y/n's intention when they walked into the precinct this morning. In fact, the only thing they had on their mind was Connor when they arrived.
You see, Connor had been eyeing up Y/n for quite some time (since they first arrived at the DPD) and vice versa. The only person that had noticed was Nines, neither Connor nor Y/n had noticed each other's pining.
After a few ‘Good Mornings’ thrown in the general direction of his brother and then to Hank, Connor had his head in his work from the moment he sat down. He knew that, unless any new cases pertaining to his particular field came up, today would be fully paperwork. Y/n, on the other hand, was doing what they did best: looking good. They sat at their desk, just like any other detective would, but while they looked like they were doing work really they were performing to their best. Every move Y/n executed was perfectly planned and tuned to get Connor's attention, every sigh, every lean back into the chair, every tease of their lips with the pen they were holding.
They held a form in one hand, taking it from the desk in front of them and leaning back into their chair. Connor was deep into his report of an interrogation before being disturbed by the creaking, his eyes meeting with Y/n's leaned back body. They tilted their head, 'pondering'. Y/n lifted their pen to their lips, sliding the end of it just between the plump beds. Their tongue came forward to meet the pen, touching just the end.
Of course, Connor was awestruck. And he didn't need his programming to tell him this, the semi he had made this perfectly clear already. Y/n noticed Connor’s glances, may Act 2 commence.
Y/n got up from their chair, making their way to Tina across the bullpen. As they walked their hips swung, like a pendulum enchanting Connor's mind. They leaned over at Tina's desk, their elbows and forearms resting on the top. Connor was enraptured, he watched as their back arched down towards the table, their perfect ass on full display, legs crossed at the ankle. The arches of their feet had risen, pushing their ass further up. Connor’s eyes followed, of course. Y/n muttered a 'Thanks' to Tina before landing their heels back onto the floor, bouncing their ass with it. Connor’s heart rate had jumped. Nines, who liked to keep tabs on his brother's wellbeing, looked over at him from his seat across from Gavin. He noticed nothing was physically wrong with his predecessor leading him to his line of sight. Of course, Nines knew his brother was a horny mother fucker. He also knew that his brother had no idea what to do when it came to that, therefore Connor had a lot of pent up sexual frustration. This could not end well.
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Nines had left with Gavin. Hank had left some time around 6pm, along with pretty much the rest of the precinct. Connor remained. He wanted to make sure his work was done thoroughly. Y/n was sitting at their desk, waiting for the perfect time to pounce. Connor relaxed into his chair, finalising the work. He turned the chair slightly, making much needed eye contact, Y/n practically jumped out of their seat, taking a deep breath as they made their way to Connor. Connor raised his eyebrows slightly in some concoction of shock and excitement, up until now he was limited to his fantasies of Y/n.
They straddled his lap. He sat there, still, for just a second before taking that leap. He placed his hands on their hips so gently, afraid that one wrong move could shatter this reality. Y/n took his sculpted jaw in their hands, before pulling him into a heated kiss. He pulled them further into his lap, pressing his hand into their lower back. Y/n moaned gently at the feel of his length through his pants, making Connor blush a light blue.
“Have you ever done anything like this before, Connor?” He tried to form an answer but his brain hung onto that last word like it was its last breath, “Connor?” Y/n repeated a small smirk forming on their lips.
“I-I… No I haven’t” The blush spread across his cheeks like a flood. He couldn’t bear to make eye contact with them, would they still want him if they knew he had no experience?
“...not even?” Y/n gasped, he knew absolutely nothing.
“I’ve…I’ve never masturbated either, no.” He gulped. A mischievous grin crept onto Y/n’s face.
“How would you feel if I told you…I’ve dreamt about taking that cock of yours down my throat every night since I've met you?” They whispered into his ear, hiding their sins from no one. “I’ve dreamt of touching you, making you cum so hard you forget your name, your model number? Making you writhe? Making you gasp sweet moans up to the heavens?” That alone was enough to make Connor stifle a moan from crawling up his throat, a creature he's spent his free time hiding further and further away. Y/n caressed his clothed cock, ripping that moan from his throat despite his best efforts. He’s never known he could feel like this before.
"Please Y/n, I need you."
Y/n climbs off his lap and settles themselves between his knees, under his desk. They slowly unzip his pants, torturing him for what has already been an eternity, he's had just a sip of that divine liquid and he wants more. Y/n takes his length out of his boxers, a navy blue of course. Y/n’s mouth fell open every so slightly, whoever this Kamski dude was, he was a real fucking pervert. Connor looked down at Y/n through his long lashes, his shoulders tense, gulping down the adrenaline. His intoxicating whisky eyes looked down at them, pleading at them, begging them to take his hand and guide him.
Y/n started to stroke his length, being the bearer of a newfound feeling. Connor’s mouth opened to gasp but released a silent plea for more. Y/n started to stroke faster, the head of Connor’s cock already shining in pre-cum. After some strange gasps and closed off grunts, Connor finally made out his words,
“Please…fuck” a loud gasp broke his sentence, “I think…I’m gonna cum-fuck!” Thick ropes of hot white liquid pulled an orgasm from him, some dripping down and coating his shaft, while most had landed on the underside of the desk right by Y/n’s head.
“Good boy.” Y/n purred, massaging his balls, his chest pounding up and down. While Connor was catching his breath, Y/n had other plans. They began to lick up the side of his shaft, cleaning up the pure mess this android had made, the cum coated Y/n’s lips. Connor gasped loudly at this new sensation, a tight coil in his stomach pulling him forward, almost hunching over. Connor let out a strangled, warped moan as Y/n cleaned up his messy cock. They took his head into their heavenly mouth, sucking what cum was left.
“Oh fuck Y/n” He cried out, filthy and corrupted, eyes prickling with tear-like fluid. As Y/n’s tongue graced the head of his sensitive cock, a second even larger wave rose in him. The wave collapsed in on him, drowning him in divinity. A desperate moan tore through his voice box, becoming warped with static. He threw his head back as Y/n swallowed all of his load.
He whimpered as Y/n helped him back into his pants,
“Have I been good, Y/n?” Connor begged, his voice hoarse as he drew deep big breaths that had been lost in his moans.
“Very good, Connor.” Y/n soothed in his ear as they pressed light kisses into his sore voice box.