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motionless, stagnant—his body laid before you across sheets of wondrous sheen. the starlight from afar casted him in silver glow, the bed beneath him turning pearlescent in color.
he trusted you, wished for you to remain as he dreamed. his eyelids danced, fingers twitched—an android in supposed sleep. still, unaware of his surroundings, you moved. the precipice neared, the end of the mattress now pressed firm to your thighs.
you leaned forward, fingers grazing the delicate curvature of his jaw until it dipped along the shape of his neck. the android did not wake, did not stir—he remained as he was, still enraptured and unconscious.
a small smile twitched your lips, fingers still roaming downwards until the first layer of his uniform was undone. your hand brushed the bare expanse of his chest, admiring the beautiful creation that was data. it was as if his body was chiseled from marble, the coolness of his skin familiar and apparent.
then, your hand lowered to his abdomen, stilling for a moment until you undid his trousers. the buttons came apart as the zipper was pulled to its other end. your eyes were drawn to his softened length, still tucked beneath the cloth—a temptation wishing to be unraveled.
yet, you ignored its calling, moving to pull his trousers until the entire article was removed. the android now laid near naked, immodest but perfect. in wondrous starlight, you saw how the silver within his skin glimmered—like hidden twilight sewn but now revealed.
your hands traveled lower once more, eyes admiring his perfect adonis belt before reaching your intended destination: his thighs. there, between his legs of wonderfully toned muscle, was a panel. beneath it laid a path of wires, all of which were about to receive your fullest attention.
with practiced ease, you removed the panel and exposed his intricate circuitry, every colored wire now meeting your starving gaze. your fingers reached forth, grabbing hold of a thickened wire—and pulled.
the android jerked, hips thrusting upward in shock but still remaining entwined in dream. again, you pulled—this time twisting the sensitive wire until it had kinked between your fingers.
data whimpered beneath your expert touch, head switching directions as though he was being tempted in his sleep. the circuits before you seemed alight with excitement, his body rising in temperature.
“li-lieutenant.. do-do not… no…” the android whimpered once more, begging beneath his breath as his hands went to reach for you. it seemed his subconscious was aware of your presence, his program responsible for sexual excitement now awake. yet, he was still lost in the gossamer of sleep, unable to untangle himself.
you used this moment to yank on the wire once more, smiling as you heard his breath hitch and catch in his throat. his adam’s apple bopped, speech taken from him for moments extended. it was as if his system had shutdown, a sudden attack nullifying all his senses.
that was when you noticed the large, wet spot that was now soaking his briefs—a harden member in strain. it seemed, from your efforts alone, the android had came.
— experimenting with a new fetish! @psybrepunk was responsible for my indoctrination to the wonderful world of wireplay! never written about it before, but they did give me some posts as pointers and… well, you can see what that resulted in. though short, i hope you all enjoyed this imagine!
Summary: Instead of an “emotion” chip, Data has recovered a “sensation” chip from Dr. Soong. As we all know, Data has had his own form of emotions all along, and all this “sensation” chip does is give him access to the full spectrum of human somatic sensation. You’ve been dating Data for a while already, and it's finally a good time to test those new pathways.
Content Warnings: Penetrative sex, oral (giving), narrative sexual objectification of Data's synthetic nature. Female or AFAB gender neutral reader.
Words: 5518
Author's Note: This is the first NSFW fanfic I've written where I did not use alcohol as a writing aid whatsoever. Didn't know I had it in me to completely rawdog writing! Also can't believe this is my first Data fic. I've been in love with him since I was like 7. What have I been doing
Also if you squint there's two hints at potential future fics...
IMPORTANT: To fully immerse yourself in the scene that I am imagining for you here, I recommend blind listening to this video. Seriously. Do it.
Special thanks to my beta-readers @dauntleroy and @ephemrae y'all are the GOAT✨️
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"Didn't have to say my name / Ignite my circuits, start a flame / But you did"
- Honeybee, Steam Powered Giraffe
He had brought it up to you somewhat abruptly, as was his fashion.
You had been spending your off hours in your quarters, playing against your android companion at three-dimensional chess. He would unequivocally win each game, but playing against Data was more enjoyable than playing against the ship's computer if you were going to lose anyway. At least this way he could explain how he bested you, plus you get to watch those striking aurelian eyes scan the board and his shapely lips purse together before he executed a complex move.
In fact it was you wistfully gazing at more than the chessboard that helped prompt the discussion.
"You seem distracted, my dear." Data moves a pawn to a lower dimension decisively. "The duration between your turns has increased by two hundred and three percent. Are you psychologically preoccupied?"
You smile. The unique specificity of Data's speech has always endeared him to you. Did you want to admit to him that ever since he had explained to you the true nature of the new chip he had recovered from Dr. Soong, your every other waking thought had been running your hands over his smooth bioplast skin - finding every place on him with your mouth that would elicit a gasp - watching the expressions change on his typically impassive face as he slips into you -
You're blushing and you're very aware of it. Your ears and cheeks could hardly feel hotter if you had a Risan sunburn. Finding you can't hold his gaze, you avert your eyes to your hands momentarily. "I guess my mind has just been somewhere else," you manage, knowing that was a cheap excuse in the field of Data's scrutiny.
"Your heart rate increases by eight percent and your bodily temperature increases by zero point two five degrees when you regard me versus when you regard the board - which falls within the mean range of values suggesting either human sexual arousal or moderate stress. Are you stressed?" Data inquired, with one of his characteristic head tilts that you've come to love so much.
"I'm not stressed." If it's possible for your cheeks to turn redder, they do. You can feel the heat radiating from your skin.
Data processes for just a moment, before stating, "In that case. I too have been entertaining thoughts of copulation as of late. The new chip Geordi installed allows me access to the full spectrum of the human nervous system, and yet I have tested so little of it thus far. Geordi tested the general function of the chip by pricking me in many locations, recording my external response and the amplitude of positronic signals generated by the stimulus. This morning I conducted some testing myself by engaging in unusually vigorous playtime with Spot, who was kind enough to bite and scratch me." Data must notice your eyes flare slightly as he quickly adds, "I came to no physical harm. However Spot's attempt at puncturing me with his teeth was quite illuminating." Data pauses, clasping his hands on the table in front of him. His brow furrows lightly. "And yet I have done nothing to test the opposite end of the spectrum. Physical pleasure has always eluded me, and in a way it still does. I feel hesitant to attempt to explore pleasure by myself, and would vastly prefer to explore such sensations with you."
You meet the android's golden gaze, trying desperately to control your breathing. Your heart pounds, as if attempting to violently free itself from your chest. This was it. Everything you had ever wanted since you had developed such an intense affection for Data. You had kissed him on many occasions, it was true, but things had always remained fairly chaste as you deeply disliked the idea of engaging in sexual activity with unequal ability to experience the act. Even though you are quite aware of his "full functionality" and quite certain he would gladly have just offered you pleasure, it didn't feel fair. You would have wanted him to experience every iota of ecstasy you were.
And now he could.
"If you are uninterested in engaging in sexual activity with me, I apolo-"
Before Data can finish his sentence you stand, crossing the space between you and taking his face in your hands, kissing him firmly. Data makes a brief noise of surprise, but melts into the kiss like previous encounters. "I would love nothing more," you breathe against his lips before meeting them again. Strong hands come up to wrap around you, gently following the contours of your body.
"Am I correct in inferring that you do not wish to finish the match?" For a being that requires no oxygen intake, Data sounds positively breathless as he looks up at you, something you've never heard before. You love it.
"Yes, Data."
***
Your hands begin to wander one another as you move to the main area of your quarters. You were spending your off-duty hours in loungewear, coincidentally easy for Data's long fingers to run up under and explore your soft skin. He's so dexterous, so aware of his own strength. You kiss him, firmer than before, one of your hands tangling in his hair in your effort to pull him closer. When you break away for breath, Data murmurs, “Even just a kiss feels so wonderfully intense now.”
“A lot to get used to?”
“As I have always engaged in sexual contact from the position of giving pleasurable experiences rather than receiving them, I am a bit -” that head twitch as Data decides how he wants to phrase things, “- bewildered, as to what sensory input to expect.”
“Don't worry, Data. We'll start with the basics. Just do your best to communicate to me what feels good and what doesn't, okay?”
“I will give it my best endeavor.”
As Data returns to kissing you, you suck on his lower lip, just barely grazing your teeth over the sensitive pink flesh of the inside of his lip. Data gasps quietly, and you seize the opportunity to snake your way into the android's mouth. You tentatively dance the tip of your tongue around his, mentally taking note of all the little differences that made intimacy with an android unique. Yes you had kissed him before but everything felt new, knowing that his experience was suddenly as fascinating as yours.
His mouth is pleasantly dry - you assume his system has very little use for faux saliva. His kisses feel clean, deliberate, calculated; his lips have less give than actual flesh, but are still welcomingly pliable.
You begin to explore further with your tongue as your hands shakily remove Data's uniform jacket. A playful nip at the corner of Data's lips evolves into kissing along his smooth porcelain jawline, sucking on his neck where a human's pulse would be, and ghosting your tongue over one of his earlobes. Each action elicits a different but equally delicious sound from Data.
“Your ministrations are…exhilarating.”
Once his outer uniform is removed, you allow yourself an indulgent moment to just admire him, clad in only black undergarment and undershirt. You run your hands over Data's perfectly shapely shoulders, feeling the hard strands of artificial muscle that lead down into long, sinewy arms. Your hands continue their journey down his sides, finding the bottom of his undershirt and lifting. Data assists, reaching an arm over his back at an angle that would surely dislocate a human joint, and removes the article of clothing from himself in one fluid motion. You place your hands flat on Data's pectorals - his torso is smooth and hairless, contoured by the artfully designed musculature beneath. You follow the slope of his sides, over taut ersatz skin down to the suggestion of an Adonis belt that dipped beneath the elastic of his undergarment.
You delicately cup Data's bulge in your palm, lifting slightly to feel its weight. No excess heat as in a human - just the lightly cool surface temperature of the rest of his body. And he is a handful. Nothing you can't handle, but enough to draw an involuntarily murmured “Wow.”
“Previous intimate partners have expressed satisfaction at the dimensions of my - Oh!”
Data's train of thought appears to be completely broken as you reach up on your tip-toes and lave your tongue over his Adam's apple, making it jump in his throat. Your hand remains on his manhood as you demonstrate against his neck a bit of what your mouth will be capable of. The satisfaction is immeasurable when you feel him twitch in your palm.
Data's already pleasure-glazed eyes abruptly come back into focus. Immediately nervous you've done something wrong, you search the android's face for signs of physical or mental discomfort. He seems to notice your reactive change in demeanor, and quickly explains, “I have never experienced an involuntary response in my erectile system. The sensation is - strange, but not at all unpleasant.”
“You always just chose to be erect or not?”
“Yes. I am programmed for tumescence to initiate and terminate promptly at my command.” Data cocks his head thoughtfully. “Or I was. How fascinating it is to not know exactly how my body will respond to stimuli.”
“Welcome to one of the biggest issues about organic life, Data,” you reply with a chuckle, planting a kiss on his collarbone followed by one long, tentative stroke of his member through his undergarment. You feel a layer of skin move with your hand - so he has foreskin, you note to yourself. He twitches again, stronger this time, and suddenly Data's hands are methodically running up under your baggy shirt and pulling it over your head. His large, dexterous hands feel so good as they explore up and down your back, over your breasts, and down to grip your hips tantalizingly.
Despite Data being the one treated to new experiences, you can't seem to take it any longer. The fabric still separating you is too much. You feel as if you're burning, and only the cool touch of Data's beautiful body can extinguish you.
Sitting down on the couch before him, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of Data's undergarment, the only material left between you and the full expanse of his beautiful flesh. You slowly pull down the fabric, first exposing the patch of dark hair above his manhood. You kiss the firm surface of his stomach, his pubic mound, his root - delicately worshipping the perfect being before you. Down goes the fabric some more, revealing the thick artificial vein that led down his shaft, and finally his manhood is free. Your tongue darts out to lap at the very tip of Data's cock - the glistening rosy pink head, the same color as the inside of those lovely lips that suddenly drop open as you take him into your mouth. Data gasps, and his hands find your shoulders for support. Surely he was not actually unbalanced, but rather looking for grounding amongst the onslaught of new sensations.
You can take about half of Data's cock before your mouth is full. He moans softly as your tongue begins to massage the underside of his shaft, and small movements of his hips have the head of his cock prodding your throat. The bioplast flesh of his member is remarkably smooth, almost velvety, and almost entirely devoid of taste save for the odd twang of silicone. As your lips continue to stroke him, you can feel each rush of synthetic fluid that gradually hardens Data's cock, until he's fully erect at an angle that has you sliding your mouth off of him.
For a long moment you just take in the sight of the completely naked android before you - his pale skin reminiscent of a living marble statue, golden eyes heavy-lidded with need. You study Data's face as you take him in your hand and stroke him firmly from root to tip, eliciting an appreciative sigh. His brow furrows slightly, and his eyes flutter closed. Another long stroke brings a sizable droplet of clear fluid to his tip. It begins to dribble over your thumb as more seeps from Data's throbbing cock.
"My body has always been capable of self-lubricating for intercourse, however it has never done so - Ah -!" His speech is punctuated with sharp gasp as you lap up the droplets. "-of its own accord." The fluid is thick, and lightly bitter.
You drag your tongue languidly up and down each side of Data's shaft, following along its subtle curve, committing the texture of his skin to memory. While one hand stays wrapped around the base of his cock, you bring the other to gently fondle the large testes hanging below. They're smoother to the touch than a human's, with very little hair. You lave your tongue over them then take one into your mouth, causing Data to twitch and let out another soft “Ah!” You suck carefully, enjoying how the stimulation appears to make his cock dribble more lubricant over your hand.
With your other hand you pat the couch beside you as you draw back, and Data dutifully sits. He looks so beautiful, his posture erect as he rests his arms stiffly atop his thighs and turns to look at you. In the silence of your quarters, you can hear the light whir of the tiny fans kicking into overdrive to keep Data cool through his growing excitement.
“Try to relax, Data,” you murmur, putting your hands on his chest and encouraging the android to lean back and face you. You expected a retort along the lines of “I am neither physically capable of being relaxed or tense” but he just follows your lead instead. The skin of his torso is noticeably warmer as you caress him, hands gradually moving back down to the firm, pale pillar waiting between his legs. You lean into him and settle comfortably against the arm that snakes around your waist. In a way he feels more unyielding in your hand than a human counterpart, and you momentarily wonder if the additional steeliness of his cock was due to any actual metal component or if his member was all silicone bioplast and tubules.
You stroke him in earnest now, less concerned about uncomfortably overstimulating the android by accident. His breath hitches, warm against your face and accompanied by the faint hint of ozone. A deep heartfelt moan escapes him, and you cover his mouth with yours, absorbing the sounds of his pleasure like they belong to you. Data struggles to kiss you back as you stroke him from root to tip, reveling in every little noise and shudder you can draw from him. You gently slide his foreskin back to reveal the rosy head, glistening with his arousal. His slickness made it easy to twist your palm in different directions around just the head. His fingers on your hip begin to press into your flesh, and out of your periphery you could see Data's left hand digging into the couch cushion, the already striking artificial tendons in his hand visibly taut and straining through his skin.
“The sheer quantity of highly localized sensory input is overwhelming.” Data's voice is quiet, stilted. His head twitches abruptly to the side, much like you'd see when he experienced a momentary power surge. “And yet. . . I feel as if the signals radiate through the rest of my anatomy.”
“That's normal,” you assure him, though you slow down and relinquish your focus on the sensitive head of his cock. You bury your face in Data's neck, licking and sucking at the skin around his jaw, enjoying how he throbs in your hand. Data leans his head back with a groan, exposing the beautiful peak of his Adam's apple. It bobs under your tongue as more noise erupts from the android's throat, a subtle glitch making its way into his moans as his voicebox tries to process noises it's hardly made before.
Suddenly Data leans his head forward and his brow furrows. You draw back to observe him closely. His thighs are beginning to shake, his system becoming overloaded with signals. Data huffs several times in succession, like rough gasps that cut off abruptly. The polymer muscles in his jaw visibly clench and relax repeatedly. “It is - as if I am filling with excess electricity, that seeks release.” His voice shudders and falters as he speaks.
“Your sensation chip and sexuality module are paired to simulate a human male's orgasm, if I'm not mistaken.” You knew not of the specifics, but you had surreptitiously read a few of the digital schematics over Geordi's shoulder at various points during the last few weeks.
Data's beautifully muscled thighs begin to quake. A subtle note of stress enters his voice as he chokes out, “I feel as if I will burst -”
And indeed he does. Data throws his head back, crying out abruptly. The android's entire body thrums with energy against you, and another cry of pleasure evolves into a strained grunt through gritted teeth as Data reaches his peak. You watch the muscles of his neck tauten and bulge, and his fingertips press into the skin of your waist. As incredible as it is to see his every reaction to your ministrations, you tear your eyes away from his face as Data's cock begins to spasm in your palm.
You marvel at the thick stream of pearlescent fluid that issues from your android companion in long spurts. Your core clenches into an unfathomably tight knot. You need him inside you, and soon. You need that glorious release of his filling you to the brim, while the rough sounds of his pleasure grace your ears. In this moment, perhaps in general, you need it more than anything you've ever imagined.
Murmuring sweet nothings and encouragement into his ear, you lay a track of kisses from his temple to his earlobe. There's a little upward curl to the corner of Data's open lips as you coax the last syrupy dribbles of his climax from him with your hand. Data's cock finally halts its pulsing, and you're left with quite the little mess on your hand, your carpet, your coffee table. You briefly wonder if his body has any sort of self-cleaning mechanism for these systems.
The whole of Data's frame now feels subtly more relaxed somehow, though the android himself still appears in a daze. His simulated breath comes hot and fast, and the fans in his torso are probably the loudest you've ever heard them. You lay his member gently against the curve of his thigh in an attempt to avoid overstimulating him any further in his present state.
Data's eyes start to come back into focus and he blinks rapidly a few times before looking at you. The heaving of his chest begins to slow. “I did not realize I would -”
For the second time this evening you interrupt Data with a kiss. You cradle his face, your thumb rubbing delicate patterns over the luminous skin of his cheekbone. “It's okay. That was incredible to watch,” you breathe against his lips. “Are you okay to continue or do you want some time to cool down?” You mean it figuratively and literally - his entire body is quite warm to the touch.
“I am presently operating within adequate temperature parameters.”
“I meant - do you need time to process?”
“I process and catalogue every new input in thousandths of nanoseconds. I am eager to continue.” His last sentence is emphasized by his characteristic nod. He truly does look eager with soft lips parted, golden eyes bright and searching as he holds your gaze. His breathing is considerably calmed, and less heat radiates from his flank and chest to your body.
“Perfect,” you say with a grin, planting a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.
You stand up just long enough to shimmy your lounge pants off, before coyly stepping between Data's open knees. He leans forward, strong arms drawing you closer. He kisses your sternum softly as his hands run up and down your back and sides, sometimes squeezing your hips or cupping your ass. Data seems to enjoy and focus on the softest parts of you. His mouth wanders to your breast, tongue expertly teasing the hardened bead of your nipple. In all the exhilaration of offering him new experiences, you had forgotten that he is indeed, as he puts it, programmed in multiple techniques.
Data's striking eyes remain attentively on your face as he teases and sucks, rolls and pinches. You know Data - there's no doubt in your mind that he is cataloguing the intensity of every one of your reactions, learning the perfect order of erogenous zones to stimulate and for how long, building anticipation in your body like building potential in a positronic circuit.
Eventually his hands encounter the elastic band of your underwear, and you slide them down on one side just to signal permission. Data lowers your panties over your thighs and you step out of them, moving forward to straddle his lap. Data's cock lays heavily against your stomach, not having lost any of its rigidity. You raise yourself up as far as you can and angle your hips experimentally until you can feel him prodding at your entrance, the head of his cock slick with his previous release.
Your lips collide and you sink down onto him, each of your gasps mingling between your mouths. Data's eyes screw shut and he's very still as you slowly impale yourself further on his member, taking him inch by inch until you're finally settling your body weight on his firm thighs. You rest your forehead against Data's, overcome by how full of him you are. Gradually you're able to relax around him. You begin moving slowly, grinding your hips against his. The subtle upward curve in Data's shaft drags deliciously against your insides, touching all the right spots. Strong hands grip the soft flesh of your hips and aid you in keeping rhythm as you ride him.
“I lack reference…ah-h…for many of the sensations I am presently experiencing,” Data gasps. “Based on your elevated internal temperature compared to my external temperature, I infer that one of the sensations I am enjoying is - warmth.”
“What else, Data?” you breathe against his ear. You already love hearing him talk under normal circumstances, but hearing Data speak while his voice wavers, his breath hitching between words, is a whole new joy.
“The force your pelvic muscles exert on me is most pleasurable.” Data shudders, leaning his temple lightly against yours. “If a bit overwhelming.”
You can't help it. You experimentally clench your insides around the firm pillar of Data's shaft, determined to see what reaction you can draw from him. And he does not disappoint. His mouth drops open once again, a soft huff making it past his lips. His mouth trembles, and he grabs your hips, using the leverage to push himself as deep as possible. But it's not enough. You need him closer, and you can see in his eyes he needs it too.
“Please, Data. I need you deeper. Take me to the bed.” Your lips brush the shell of Data's ear. You know your voice is ragged with need at this point but you don't care.
Your android companion obliges instantly. Swiftly you are lifted into the air, eliciting a yelp and a giggle as you instinctively clamp your legs around Data's waist. He holds you firmly as he moves you to the bedroom, only uncoupling from you to lay you deftly on the bedspread. He handles you reverently, like a beautiful treasure from another world. Each moment of emptiness without him filling you is unbearable.
Data covers your body with his and settles himself over your entrance, once again capturing your lips. Your hands glide hungrily over every bit of him you can reach - caressing the wiry musculature of his arms, the hard slope of his shoulders, drifting down to the small of his back. Your fingertips ghost over a subtle indentation in his skin, like a rectangular depression a few inches above Data's glutes. You snatch your hand away to a higher region of Data's back, not knowing how much pressure was required to operate the android's power switch, and not wanting to find out right now of all times. You are unable to search Data's face for any signs of discomfort at your previous proximity - he is quite occupied leaving a trail of kisses from your collarbone to the corner of your mouth.
You wrap your legs around his sturdy thighs in an attempt to pull him in closer, just to find that the solid weight of the android was quite unmovable. With one arm wrapped beneath you, Data effortlessly pulls your hips closer to him instead. He shifts himself so his cock lays heavily against you, and drags himself languidly back and forth over your wet folds.
“Data, please.”
He doesn't need to be asked twice. You moan into Data's mouth as he sinks into you, your hands tangling in the dark hair around his nape. A sharp note of pleasure rushes up through your core when he suddenly bottoms out. You even gasp shrilly enough that Data stills completely.
“Am I hurting you?” Data shifts his hips back, withdrawing his member enough to no longer put such pressure on you. Concern lines the android's forehead and his eyes fix on you intently.
“No, no,” you respond quickly. “It just feels like a lot to have all of you in and pushing against my cervix.” Using the medical terms for things probably goes across easiest with Data, you reckon. “You're…pretty well endowed,” you add. For some reason you fail to ascertain, you blush saying it to his face, as if this aforementioned endowment were not presently resting in you, warm and firm, taking up every millimeter you had to give.
“I see.”
You find it strangely charming how Data remains entirely impassive in response to what any human male would have taken as an ego-stroke. Instead, Data's brows just knit together slightly.
“Just don't push in too hard for a little while, okay?” You rub your palms up and down Data's deltoids reassuringly, enjoying the smooth slope of his perfectly sculpted polymer muscles. “As we go, I'll get used to it.” You have no accurate idea what severity of damage he could theoretically do to you if some caution were not had. And while there was little that a good stint in Sickbay couldn't fix, under no circumstances were you going to be willing to look Dr. Pulaski in the eye and tell her you sustained an android sex injury.
“I understand. I will be careful,” Data tells you with a nod. His countenance relaxes. With your hand on the back of his head, you tangle your fingers in his dark hair and bring him back in for a kiss.
Data begins to move in you again, taking his time. He feels heavenly, but the force he exerts on you is immense, even with the relatively shallow entry. His polymer muscled thighs are not entirely hard but they aren't plush like flesh either as they push against you. His movements are twitchy at first as he drags himself in and out of you, in a way they weren't when he was beneath you previously. It surprises you, but after all he's being repeatedly overcome by new sensations, causing him to tick and gasp much like you'd occasionally seen when he is experiencing a sudden power surge. As his speed increases experimentally, you become aware of a small series of unique noises in the otherwise silent environment of your quarters. The sound of the fluid pump that approximated Data's heart; the sound of every fan trying desperately to keep the android within prime operating temperature; and most notably, the sound of the servomotors moving Data's pelvis.
Little by little he begins to hit a consistent pattern of thrusts, exhibiting a stamina and a lack of need to pace himself that you'd experienced in organic companions. His hips move with perfect mechanical consistency against yours, never missing a beat and increasing in speed with every carefully calculated thrust before slowing, giving him a moment to capture your lips again before the pattern restarts and he begins to speed up once more. Your moans mingle with his, muffled by Data's mouth, and you suddenly realize he might be the only man you've been with that you are not louder than. How wonderful that your synthetic companion presumably lacked any understanding of whatever social norms make so many men so taciturn in bed.
Data straightens up, his hands gripping your hips firmly to anchor you as he drives himself into you from a roughly ninety degree angle. You adore the sight - getting to look up at the beautiful visage of your partner, seeing the way his body flexes and moves against yours, or the way his lips tremble when you tighten around him.
Through the haze of your own pleasure, you get to watch the expressions change on Data's face as he shamelessly huffs, gasps and groans in ecstasy. The way his mouth falls open with some noises, or the way he grits his teeth through others. How his head cocks to the side with different sensations, how his brow dances in response to the symphony of new feelings to process. Alone with you, bodies coupled as close as possible, Data is not the impassive individual that your cremates seem to experience. He's passionate, reactive, receptive: every expression plays across his artfully-sculpted face in the most beautiful manner.
His noises begin to rise in intensity and frequency, and you feel the coil tightening in yourself as well. There is only so much longer you can hold on as every perfectly-calculated deep thrust of Data's cock sends the most delicious, electric sensations up and through your core. You hold on to Data's forearms tightly, gritting your teeth as you try to hold back the wave about to crash over you.
“Data, I'm about to -”
Coherence fails you and you find yourself unable to finish your sentence. Instead, Data's name falls from your lips like a mantra as your stomach tightens into an unfathomably tight knot then releases. An exquisite pleasure washes over you, and your moans of Data's name devolve into whimpers and gasps. Your legs shake uncontrollably against his flanks. Your body clenches around Data's shaft rhythmically, drawing some particularly rough grunts from within him. As well as, apparently, his second climax.
Data cries out one last time before burying himself the deepest he can in one final thrust. He stills rigidly, and you both take ragged, labored breaths in unison. The depth and size of him still push the limits of what you can easily handle, but the pleasure flowing through you dulls your senses to how heavily he's pressing into you. His brow wrinkles and the delicate curves of his lips tremble, while inside you he pulses repeatedly. Each especially intense spasm of his member is something like a deep vibration - you wonder for a second if there is any way to reprogram his orgasm to make this sensation last longer, for both your sakes.
Data spills himself into you until his synthetic fluid is seeping out of you and into the dark hair nestled around his root. Empty at last, and appearing positively dazed, Data withdraws and settles next to you. Your thighs still shaking, you wrap yourself around him, not ready to be any less connected. Data gently touches his forehead to yours, and you meet his gaze. A tiny smile pulls at the corners of the android's lips. Strong arms hold you against him, and you intertwine your legs with his. You can feel his remarkably slick cock softening, trapped between both of your stomachs.
“If this is the average human experience of sexual activity, perhaps I now understand why humans will do so much to achieve it.”
You chuckle quietly and lean your forehead against his. “That was truly amazing. You're amazing, Data. I…”
You want to tell him. You want to tell him how much you love him, how you've loved him for years. How working beside him all this time has been your greatest pleasure, and your greatest agony. Never knowing how capable he was of returning what you felt for him. While you've always been convinced, despite what even Data himself says, that he experiences his own version of human emotions - did that encompass all of them? Did that include love?
“What did you wish to say?”
You exhale. You'll just take this in stride - whatever amount of affection for you that Data could ultimately feel would be enough. No matter what, you still feel like the luckiest person in the quadrant to be here with him, bodies entangled, his warm skin against yours.
“Will you stay here for the night?”
“I would like that. I can run several hundred new dream routines while you sleep.”
@psybrepunk — thank you so much for letting me be a part of the beta-reading! From beginning to end, I was either: smiling, giggling, writhing or just plain shouting—I hope to see more of your writings in the future!!!
To @psybrepunk — thank you for trusting me to fulfill this request. i wish you an immediate and full recovery.
It swam neath the tide, deepening in depth—consciousness in ebb, mind into sea.
As far as the current willed it, you followed, floating in both body and mind—without choice or thought. For here, there was no moment for reprieve, no moment for reflection—there was only water... nothing but water.
Within such vastness was but a single view, one without implausible course or visible end; it flowed without waver, never knowing halt or pause—meandering into a nothingness where oceans lapped without purpose or law.
Here, time knew no passage; a stillborn sun at perpetual high. Its presence was certain, continuous—a dismal promise forever kept.
Even still, your consciousness ebbed—broken into filaments which lined the endless sea. It was spun thin, rippling in waves then carried inevitably beneath. Your skin has long since wrinkled, mind slowly in wane. What moved here was water, what drowned here was will.
And so, as your cognizance further dimmed, you breathed—never knowing when it would be your last.
“‘Why did you do all of this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’”A familiar voice read; his words softened in lilt. Within his slender hand was a small book, its spine and binding tattered. Its adhesive has long since expired; the grip it once possessed now without confidence or strength. Still, the pages held—its paper now marred with age.
Beside him, without gaining his notice, your fingers twitched—weakened but willing. Your consciousness was in sure but slow return, sensations once forgotten becoming familiar.
Still, the tide within fought—stubborn to withdraw its hold.
‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.’” He then paused for a moment—almost touched. His eyes skimmed the line once more; the corner of his lips twitching, upturned but not quite.
“Is that from Charlotte’s Web..?”
A mumble fell from your dried lips, the words faint but made light. A small, broken smile stretched across your face, the android now turned to meet your gaze. He said your name with an almost dazed expression, both surprised but relieved to see you had returned.
Then, in eagerness, you moved your head forward, the rest of your body wishing to follow. Yet, before you could will yourself further, a steady hand fell upon your chest,
“Please, be still. You are in no shape to move."
The weight of his fingers was both a comfort and a command, his words soft but resolute.
“Is there anything you need? Water, perhaps?” he asked, hoping to be of service. Meanwhile, the book remained in his hand, the browning pages peeking beneath its ruined cover. You shook your head, glancing to him and back to the book. Then, you smiled once more; lips now stretched wider and teeth shown.
“Will you read to me? Please?”
The android seemed surprised by your request but nodded, opening the book and reading,
“I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.”
His eyes glanced over the page to meet yours, a pause audible on his stiffening tongue—thoughts in a swirl but still continuing,
“A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.”
And so the minutes passed, a chapter read and then another. For a pleasant moment, everything seemed right in the world. Data, as dutiful as ever, remained at your bedside—glancing every so often to ensure your comfort and ask about your health.
Once finished, he placed the book on a nearby table, excusing himself to fetch some tea. Even when he could not enjoy his drink, he found it… heartwarming, to watch you do what he simply could not. And so he returned with a simple blend—chamomile and citrus, replicated in a teapot with two small cups. He then poured your drink and settled in his chair, leaving only when called upon. The android would respond then apologize, promising to return when finished.
On his next visit, with special permission from Dr. Crusher, he returned with Spot in tow. The darling feline had found rest on your lap, and for hours on end, her sweet little purrs accompanied his reading. The android, meanwhile, remained in his seat—dutiful but pleasant as he read you a new book. Yet, between his readings, you decide to ask a question that was long since thought.
“After all this time… you kept my old copy of Charlotte’s Web… why, Data?”
Data, who was pouring you another cup of tea, stiffened—his head now tilted to a subtle left. He seemed to be deep in thought before he answered, weighing his words carefully,
“I suppose this is what humans call… sentimentality.” The android turned his gaze; eyes mellowed in thought, “Even though we were not friends yet, you gave me the book as a gift—never asking me a favor in return.”
He then placed his hand over yours, a gesture of solidarity—his friendship. “In many ways, you are the Wilbur to my Charlotte, because while others view me as an emotionless android… you view me as something else entirely, and for that, I am grateful.”
A small tear fell from your eye, cheeks reddened and smeared. Each tear was met with his thumb, wiping them away with silent care. Soon, his palm rested there—comforting you through whatever emotion whelmed. All the while, Spot remained on your lap, her head now resting on your joined hand—as if to express her loyalty as well.
And so, as best as he could manage, the android smiled.
— I wish to thank my wonderful beta-readers: @mydearvorta and @yellowcakeuf6! What you have read now would not been possible without their support!
EXPECTED CONTENT ➤ intended female reader, suggestive and sexual imagery, explicit language, established relationship with Dr. Noonien Soong, marital arguments, praising and degradation, he is a little mean.
WORD COUNT ➤ 805
— in my mind, noonien soong is a young brent spiner with glasses, but his personality and language is a mix of data and lore. you know what they say, like father like son(s)
To @soongtypehuman — You have been a constant inspiration to me and my writing. I hope that one day I could write as beautiful as you.. do enjoy this and the many works dedicated to you on this wonderful kinktoctober.
“Come in.”
His words were short, compressed—as if they had ebbed from a boorish fissure. It was not an invitation, it was an order.
Then, the doors opened—your eyes immediately drawn to his calloused gaze. There was no warmth or welcome as he remained at his desk, hands grasping at its hardened edge,
"What is it?"
Again, his words were short, syllables tightened—a warning sharpened by vexation. Each inflection was a brandished weapon, yielded with intent. Noonien was not here to entertain; he was here to work.
"It's an hour after midnight."
"So?"
He scoffed, coarse and without decorum. Even then, you heard how his voice frayed—how the fatigue gnawed on his resolve. Yet, like him, you stood in defiance,
"Noonien."
You said his name without affection or penchant, feet firm on sacred ground. The laboratory felt cavernous, the space between fraught with tension. Still, he did not balk. If anything, his temper only flared—voice now heavy with contempt,
“What is it that you want, woman!? Can you not see I am busy!?”
He snapped, each word another lashing—his tongue a pitiless whip.
It was then he rounded the table, his strides quick and frenzied. Each thud was a mark of his rage, barely contained by his fraying sensibilities.
Yet, you remain stubborn, unbothered by his advance. In fact, you welcomed it. This was the most he had spoken or looked at you in days.
“You have been in here for weeks, Noonien! What could you possibly be doing right now?!”
You countered, neck craned to meet his gaze. His eyes were now dark and narrowed in apathy, voice low with spite,
“You wouldn’t understand.”
Noonien remarked, belittling you.
“Go back to sleep, dear—before I do something you’d regret.”
“Fucking try me.”
His fingers were the taste of sin—metal and musk now twined with willing tongue. The muscle weaved itself between crevice and vein, bone and knuckle; the flavor of his skin addictive.
The pressure between your thighs was immense, pleasure inevitable. His length plunged without caution, dragging itself into your tightened cunt—leaving you to feel every curve and vein of his impressive member.
“Where’s that smart mouth of yours now, hm? Too fucked out to even talk?”
Noonien crooned from behind, his voice smug. He knew full well you were gone, mind already scattered. Words and coherence eluded you; even when you endeavored, the sound was pitiful—wrought from ruthless precision.
“Is this why you disturbed me—forgot how good your husband’s cock felt?”
The man was too drunk from bliss, mind and mouth now foul. His pace was unrelenting, punishing—the hand on your hip bruising. Yet, you were forced to remain on his desk, back arched and head pulled—the furious snap of his hips leaving your rear red.
“Could’ve asked, saved me the aggravation.”
Noonien muttered, words low and taunting. His fingers were still pressed on the bed of your tongue, palm dripping with your saliva as it rolled across his arm.
Then, Noonien angled his hips and thrusted, sheathing himself to his entirety. His pelvis was now flushed, the softness of your ass inviting him further.
“God, you take me so well… so fucking well..”
“Noo… Nooni..en..”
You gasped, his name broken and slurred. Your entire body shuddered from the intrusion, slick now dribbling from your sopping cunt and coating your inner thighs. The thickness of him, the length of him—it demanded space your body was not willing to give. Yet, he will take what was his—stretch you beyond reason until you took him without resistance.
“Yes, dear?”
The man cooed, bringing his hands to the curves of your waist. Without much effort, he flipped you on his desk, back now resting on warm surface. Still, he kept himself inside, rolling only his hips and letting his length prod and prick.
You were given a full view of your husband. His disheveled hair, the hunger in his gaze—the sight made your aching hole squelch. Yet, when you saw his glasses—slightly skewed and slicked with sweat, the lenses fogging—did you realize how desperate you were for him.
“Please do not…stop… please?”
You begged, eyes now brimming with tears as his thumb pressed on your swollen bud. It grazed then rubbed, subsided and pursued—the pressure inconsistent but delicious.
Then, his other hand grabbed hold of your knee, pushing it forwards to your chest—spreading you in ways your body could only desire. You were exposed and without modesty, cunt clamped on his cock like a wanton vice. Slowly, he pulled himself until only the tip remained then plunged forward to the hilt—filling you until his flared head nudged your cervix.
The man was going to take his damn time, like always.
EXPECTED CONTENT ➤ intended female reader, suggestive and sexual imagery, established relationship with Data Soong, cunnilingus, tasting of oneself.
WORD COUNT ➤ 790
To @trektracker — though short, I do hope you enjoy it. The captain’s chair scene is in the works.
His hands were cool against your skin, fingers outstretched and palms pressed. Each time you lay beneath him, Data was far too immersed—blinded by an ambition without reason. What remained of him was need, an unsettling want to prove and assure he was as natural a lover as any human man—how, if given enough time, you would want for nothing in his company. His need was not based on emotion, not innate as jealousy or primal as possession. What he needed was to excel, to prove you were right in choosing him.
“Data..?”
You whispered his name, curious as to why he had stopped.
His hands were now still, the zipper to your trousers within his grasp. There, on the bed, you lay half dressed—the top of your uniform discarded, brassiere undone.
“Apologies, I was—”
“Thinking?”
Between your legs, the android returned his gaze to your trousers, toying with its zipper before pulling it down. His actions were steady, voice calm as he spoke,
“I was retrieving a piece of literature. It is related to a method I wish to employ.”
“And what exactly are you about to employ, commander?”
You asked, unable to hide a hint of cheek in your tone.
Once more, the android paused—hands now firm on your waist. His lips were pursed, as if searching for the right words to use,
“It is my understanding, how before intercourse, there are certain acts done—such as erotic stimulation.”
“You mean foreplay?”
Amused, you propped yourself on your elbows and eyed him, curious about the kind of literature he read in his spare time. Soon, he met your gaze, his answer succinct.
“Precisely.”
Data then removed your trousers without another word, swift and without delay. The fabric rolled off from your legs with surprising ease, his fingers grazing your now bare skin.
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
You pried, fully aware of his intentions.
“It is better if I show you, lieutenant.”
His name fell like a heavenly orison, repeated in euphoric reverence—pitched to incoherent perfection. The sight of him between your bare legs, his mouth pressed against your weeping sex, was the picture of absolute sin. Even as you writhed and begged, his tongue remained on your sopping cunt, flicking the muscle forwards and backwards with feverish intent.
“O-Oh.. Data..!”
You whined, the sound so foreign as it escaped from your lips. Yet, as you continued to call his name, the android found himself desperate to hear more. To him, it became a chorus meant only for his ears—wrought from the pleasure his tongue and body could only give.
“Please—goodness—please, do not stop..!!”
Even before your pleas, the android was relentless in his pursuit—pressing his face deeper, even further if possible, against your wanton sex. The tip of his nose was now grazing your swollen bud, the friction so vicious, so delicious, as he continued his assault.
Frantically, your hands found purchase of his hair, fingers twining themselves into his darkened strands—nails scraping against his scalp.
Once again, as you neared the precipice, you enveloped your thighs around his head—tight as a vice and enough to choke a breathing man. Yet, like the first and second time you came, Data remained fervent in his service—not stopping once, long after you already finished.
Then, slowly, he inched away from your aching cunt, eyes still fixed on your slicked hole—almost mesmerized by the sight—until he met your haze-filled eyes,
“Was I sufficient?”
You could only manage a nod, watching him as his forefinger brushed against your slit,
“May I ask you a favor?”
Again, you nodded, willing to do whatever he asked. Then, with your approval, he plunged his finger deep until it reached his knuckle—the sudden intrusion a premature rapture.
Your mouth hang open, eyes staring to the ceiling as you felt the pressure within recede. He paid no mind to your protests or whimpers, only bringing his glistening digit to your lips,
“Because I do not possess the ability to taste, I would like you to describe it for me.”
Your eyes were fixed on his finger, the familiar shade of his golden skin further accentuated by the luster of your arousal. The thought of tasting yourself then describing it to him in detail—it was too tempting to resist.
So, without hesitation, you leaned forward and latched your lips, tongue swirling around the digit until it was licked clean.
“It’s… sweet, almost like biting into fruit… with a hint of musk and salt..”
His finger remained in your mouth, the tip of it now pressing on the bed of your tongue,
