Off Duty (5/5)
Summary: You participate in an experimental test of Data's new sexuality programming. For science, of course.
Notes/warnings: this is straight up smut, it is fun and tender and complex but it is also graphic at times so beware! vague about reader's sexually traits to keep it a gender neutral self insert, if it feels awkward just use your imagination you old devil! as always my requests r open thx for reading :)
Previous installments/other TNg fics are on my masterlist :)
You do begin, though. You start by kissing him gently, on the lips now, your hands cradling his face and neck.
“Tell me what feels good,” you say, happy to participate in this particular experiment.
“Okay.”
You roll onto him so that you’re straddling his lap, and keep kissing him, leaning deeper into his body, starting to grind into his lap. To your surprise, and apparently his own, he bucks up into you and his grip on your waist tightens.
“Ah! I believe that ‘feels good,” he says enthusiastically. You laugh and kiss him again. His mouth is soft and slightly wet, more human than you’d have thought. You shiver pleasantly as he wraps his arms around you. You let out a small moan.
“Are you alright?” he asks, a soft look of concern crossing his brow as he pulls back and looks at you quizzically.
“More than alright,” you breathe, gently grazing his neck with your teeth. “Very, very good, actually.”
He nods and continues, standing and holding you to him effortlessly. You kiss like this, limbs wrapped around his torso, held in his strong arms, until he pulls away.
“May I remove your clothes?” he asks softly. You nod and he gently lowers you to the bed and pulls the sash of your bathhouse gown. The rush of cold air across your body gives you goosepimples.
Data stands over you, looking you up and down for a long moment, his eyes moving quickly.
“You are one of few people whom I have had the opportunity to see completely nude.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“It was intended as a neutral statement. But, I do believe seeing you in this way is activating my sexuality program. May I examine you more closely?”
“I would like that.”
When he said examine, that’s exactly what he meant. He’s momentarily abandoned kissing you in favor of feeling your body, probing every inch of you. He gets close and looks, too, at your belly, your armpits, your nipples, the curve of your hips. His fingers grope exploratorily, pausing to squeeze and pull and prod. He goes slowly, his eyes moving back and forth, squinting here, studying carefully there, offering occasional, semi-clinical commentary- about the length of your legs (to the centimeter), the temperature of your fingers, the ratio of fat to muscle in your arms. You listen and allow yourself to be felt patiently, more than patiently, luxuriously, enjoying the attention for what it is. You’ve never had someone explore your body with such open curiosity and wonder.
He spreads your legs gently and looks and feels there, too, and his breath on your sex causes you to squirm madly.
His breath quickens as he watches your reaction. You push your hips towards him and he looks up at you from his position kneeling between your legs.
“Would it be pleasurable for you if I engaged my oral sex programming?”
“Yes, yes!” you say, almost begging now. “Would it be pleasurable for you?”
“I believe so,” he replies, and you can feel his breath between your legs when he speaks. His movements are shockingly precise. Your legs tense and shake, and you moan again, louder.
“Data, oh my god, Data, come here.”
“I am here.”
“No, come here, up here, and kiss me,” you clarify, and he does, and you can taste yourself on him, and his hard cock against your belly drives you insane. He positions you so that you’re underneath him, your legs spread. He moves you with ease, and you can tell he’s using only a small amount of his full strength.
He looks directly into your eyes unflinchingly, and you look up at him, laid bare.
“May I penetrate you?”
You nod, and he pushes inside you slowly. For the first time in the whole time you’ve known him, he appears to lose control a bit, his body jerking slightly, like a stuck gear. A look something like surprise or alarm crosses over his face and he continues, pushing deeper, more quickly, then pulling out completely and sitting back on the bed.
“Are you alright?” you ask, sitting up and placing a hand on his back.
“I-” he stops, and attempts to speak again, but a strange whirring sound triumphs over words. He tries again. “I- I believe that my attempt at programming a- a- a- a more accurate sexuality program was effective, but the sensation is quite intense.”
“Overwhelming, maybe?”
He nods slowly, a thoughtful look on his face. You pat him on the back.
“Data, let’s take a break. It’s too much.”
“No, these malfunctions are merely- merely- merely the result of an overload of sensory input. Like humans, I was designed so that some areas of my body are more sensitive than others. The additional sensors in my sex organs were not integrated into my program appropriately until I modified them.”
“So you’re alright?”
“Yes. In fact, I am having a completely new and altogether-er-er, altogether pleasant experience. These are not true malfunctions, just an indication that I need to allocate a higher processing capacity for this task. It will take some time. However, if you feel comfortable, I would like to continue now.”
“I can be on top. Just lay back and experience it.”
He nods and does as you ask.
You mount him. He’s the one squirming now, weird, inorganic squirms that excite you- his head twitches to the side as if you’ve hit a reflex, and he blinks rapidly, looking up at you the whole time, observing your every move. You grind onto him with increasing speed, well aware that you’re in complete control of someone who, moments before, lifted you up and tossed you on the bed as if you were a paperweight. The moment he stops holding back, you know, because his entire body goes completely tense, and he pushes up into you hard, almost too hard, and you’re sort of bucked upward with incredible force. You yelp and laugh and fall onto his chest, completely spent. Data lies there under you, still blinking. He attempts to speak, but only manages a glitchy stutter.
When he’s regained his faculties, he looks at you with concern.
“Are you alright? I did not mean to hurt you.”
“It’s alright, it was really hot, actually. Like you lost control.”
“I will have to re-work my programming to avoid any future accidents. It is not acceptable for someone of my strength to ‘lose control.’”
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” you say, kissing him affectionately, on the jaw, the cheek, the chest. “I’m assuming your experimental programming was successful?”
“I believe it was. As you saw, it will require adjustments. I did not anticipate the draw on my processing power to be so great.”
“Hey, that’s how I feel sometimes too.”
“Is it?”
“Well, yeah,” you say, laughing and grinning. You pad over to the replicator for a glass of water and take a long draw.
Data begins to dress, methodically pulling on his socks first, then pants. As he pulls on his belt, he stops suddenly, looking up at you.
“Which of the two potential outcomes that you mentioned do you feel inclined towards now?”
“What?”
“Before we engaged in coitus, you said that it was possible that we would part ways after having a sexual encounter, or that we would repeat the behavior, perhaps leading to a romantic entanglement. I am asking you to indicate the course of action which most appeals to you at this time.”
“Seriously?” you sigh, reaching up to pat his shoulder gently. He watches your hand out of the corner of his eye. “I just watched you have an orgasm that broke your brain. It was insanely hot. Of course I want to do it again.”
“What would you consider our relationship status to be at this point in time?”
“I’m not sure. Sometimes it takes a while to figure out what’s right. I know that I like you a lot, and I loved doing what we just did.” You giggle. “But what I think is only half of the equation,” you say, looking at him with interest.
“Ah. You wish to hear my input.” You give him a sardonic look, like duh. “I found that experience intriguing, and it is rewarding to hear that you found it pleasurable as well. I would very much like to continue exploring my sexual programming with you.”
“You’re a real Romeo.”
“I find shared experiences to be the closest thing to romance I am likely to experience.”
He’s so genuine that you immediately feel bad for teasing him.
“Ok, ok, that actually is extremely sweet. I think it’s romantic, too, Data. I’m excited to spend this week with you.”
The android holds out his arms awkwardly and you look at him, trying to figure out the gesture, before realizing what he means. Smiling to yourself, you accept the hug, pulling him close.
“Of all living beings, I feel uniquely close to you,” he says slowly, as if he’s puzzled by the words as they come out of his mouth.
“I feel close to you too. That happens,” you murmur into his chest. You have a lot of questions: what will happen when you get back to the ship? Is this as significant to him as it feels to you? What will your coworkers think? Will Data want to continue this indefinitely? Will you?
But for now, you put those questions to the side and stay with the moment. Out the window, the sun setting on the bay casts a warm light across the room. You take his face in your hands and kiss him again, slowly, gently, under the glow.
