After a long and grueling day of paperwork as each new case found it's way to your desk, you'd think all you'd want to do is curl up in bed watching the spin of a blue light lull you to sleep. Nines could see how stressed you were and wanted nothing more than that nightly comfort of your warm body dozing against him, and yet you had been working on your tablet since you got home in a desperate attempt to catch up with work. Even now while sitting up in bed, tablet in hand and typing away, you were working.
He appreciates the care you put into your job, and is delighted to work alongside you.
But when the two of you get home he enjoys your company and since the precinct has gotten busier he has started to feel neglected.
He could chuckle at the idea of you telling him how childish that would be, but it's true.
You have gotten so busy that you work all day only to come home and work all night on the tablet or laptop.
Nines was tucked in beside you reading his book. He'd grown to like the feel and scent of the pages, but had long since lost interest in the story.
His once blue light spinning to a brief yellow as he shifted in the corner of your vision.
He narrowed his eyes at the form fitting tank top you chose as sleepwear.
He almost felt slighted at how you were completely oblivious to the way the white fabric was draped over the pink outline of your hardening buds.
It had been a week of this, and nines had just about enough. He felt it was time he took back control of your focus.
He sets his book down on the bedside table before snatching the tablet from your hands, and turning it off.
He cuts in before you can even get a word out as to what had gotten into him.
"You need to rest. Your sleep pattern has shifted unfavorably as of late." as analytical as ever.
You lean over his side of the bed to snatch the tablet back stating "I'm fine, I just have a little bit of work to do".
Nines was not giving in, and the tablet stayed well out of your reach.
His reflexes were always much faster than yours. Every move you make to grab it back has you crawling across the bed after the tablet until he's standing.
He sets the tablet in the drawer of his side table, before facing you again.
You huff in defeat. He was right, you were tired. You just really needed to finish this work. If it wasn't an assault on an Android it was a vandalism, a breaking and entering or anything else. Detroit was in chaos and you as well as everyone else were trying your best. But you were stubborn, and determined to finish your work.
"You've been really neglecting yourself, and I know your work is very important to you but so should daily care." He pads closer to you to take your face in his hands. He always felt positive reinforcement worked better when he needed you to comply. Negative reinforcement often causes your stubborn personalities to clash. Besides, he liked having you bend to him this way so much more.
He rubbed a circle into your cheek with his thumb "I don't want to see you hurt yourself over a question you can't answer immediately. It's time to forget the tablet and get some rest."
"I'm not tired" it's a lie, but just a little one. "I could burn the candle all night"
"Really, you just have too much energy to sleep?" His voice was low and sultry. A smirk ghosting over his lips.
You knew that tone, and were more than ready to push back just as hard.
"I just want to get a little bit more work done before we go to bed" you lower your hands on the mattress as well, lowering your body, arching your back and slinking closer towards him.
Your face lowers to the level where his boxers met the top of his groin, showing off the indent of his well sculpted hips.
One hand reaches up to slide along his abdomen while the other slowly slips closer to the drawer. You can hear the subtle change in his breathing where it catches in his throat as you hook your fingers into the hem of his shorts.
Thinking you had him distracted you hook another finger onto the handle of the drawer to pull it out by just an inch.
"Once I finish some paperwork I'll be plenty tired and ready for bed."
He leans down to have his face level with your and quickly snaps the drawer shut. "I don't see how that would make you tired."
He snatches up your wrist just as quick and pulls you back into a kneeling position. His other hand flies out to firmly grip your chin so you can't refocus on the drawer, eyes only on him.
He leans in, his lips ghosting around the shell of your ear.
"Your needs aren't the only ones that you've been ignoring. So, don't think you can get the upper hand while playing this game."
The hand on you chin slips lower to your throat and slowly begins to tighten around it. Taking his time to push you until you back meets the bed.
The tighter his grip gets the more it ignites the slow throb traveling down your body, ghosting past your hardening nipples, and striking directly onto your now aching clit.
Meanwhile his tongue has left the soft confines of his lips as he leans in to slip it along dip of your shoulder and is traveling down your body as well.
He flicks his tongue along each hardened bud to tease you. He'd always take his time to turn your brain to putty.
The grip on your throat loosens and his hand trails down your neck, slipping over your breast to take the place of his mouth. Slipping your tank top out of his way and weaving his fingers into the loops of your panties. Both are gone in mere seconds.
"It's been some time since we've taken a moment to relax together" he mouths against the belly as his lips trace farther and farther down your body.
"Once you're more relaxed, sleep will come naturally."
He flicks his tongue out against the skin of your stomach, sending shivers through to your spine and shooting up your neck.
"Let the muscles go lax. Start with the neck and slowly work down the body."
He slips all the way to your pinkened folds. Andirming the delicate slit with his fingers. Seeking out your core, before delving his tongue down onto your little pearl.
At first he's gentle. Merely playing with your bud and teasing at your entrance with the tip of his finger. Collecting the slick gushing out.
He's always marveled at your anatomy and the wet beauty of your tight core.
Even before his 'special upgrade' he'd delve his fingers into soft pink flesh. Taking you in as waves of new data. He couldn't get enough, often overworking his processors to keep up with all the extra stimulation, the soft blue light on the side of his head spinning faster into a manic yellow ring.
His love of teasing can often leave you frustrated. Even now as he pulls a haughty whimper from your chest with another slow drag of his tongue becomes rougher. Sucking the clit between his teeth and testing you with the press of his finger tip. He's still slow with the pressured flick of his tongue.
He finally presses his pointer and index in at once, no fair warning.You rake your hand into his neatly laid hair, pulling at fist full of it.
Fucking up his perfect hair one form of control you enjoyed. Almost as much as getting to see his expression contort on that perfect face as he reaches his end.
However, he wants all of your attention, and he slips his fingers down to the knuckle before curling them.
Your head smacks back against the mattress, and your fingers dig further into his thick brown hair.
His tongue is plucking away at your most delicate and sensitive spots, and he loves it too. He loves the way he can tweak your mind with the flick of his tongue, and the way he can dominate your thoughts while he's working you into a frenzy.
He's lapping away at your drooling flower, leaving his mouth and chin dripping wet. At this moment he was no computer as the drag of his fingers against the most sensitive sort of your core had you crying out to him. The Ecstasy of your finish sent a shockwave from your clit to every corner of your brain. When your voice started to soften, and the white light left the edges of your vision, Nines had already positioned himself above you. Giving you that naughty grin, like you're his toy to pull along on a string.
"You've certainly loosened up" he whispers. Brushing his nose along the tip of yours.
You bite down on your lip to suppress a haughty chuckle. "I'm am more relaxed"
"Good" his voice is low, almost vibrating from his chassis.
He slots his lips against yours and slips his tongue into your mouth, making sure you can taste all of you that's left on him.
He stays there hovering above you, locked in a game of lips until he can sense you squirm for air.
He finally breaks the kiss. Letting you look back into his blue eyes. Such a calm and tranquil blue for such a dangerous machine.
The stare is cut short when you rub your own eyes with the back of your hand and stifle a yawn.
"Are you tired?" He asked with an air of mischief.
"I certainly am now" you reach up at him to caress the side of his cheek "all thanks to you, baby"
He turns his head to press a kiss into your palm. "Well" he lowers his body weight into you, limiting your method of escape. "You're not going to bed just yet."
He props himself onto his knees for leverage as he runs his hands down the sides of your body. Stopping at your hips to dig his fingers into the globes of your ass for a firm squeeze.
He drops down for a few more quick kisses, laughing back as you squirm and giggle under his tickling lips.
Then slipping his hand between the two of you to play with wet folds and align his hardened cock against them. All still slick from his previous antics.
He doesn't press against the entrance just yet instead uses his tip to replace his fingers and tease at your already aching clit. Inciting a few more sharp breaths from your kiss stained lips.
"Your needs weren't the only ones not being met." He punctuated his sentence with a harsh press of his cock against your clit.
"All you'd do was stare into that tablet all night" two hard thrusts against the swollen bud had your back arching off of the mattress.
He lets out a slightly shaking breath. His processors fluttering in tune with your throbbing cunts.
"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me. That you didn't think about me anymore." He kept pressing himself against your aching pearl, like it was the magic button that redirected all of your thoughts at his whim.
"Who are you thinking of, RIGHT NOW? TELL ME!"
He didn't often get loud. One didn't simply offset his normally clean cut demeanor, but when he would get loud, even during sex, it meant he was starting to lose himself.
He drags the head of his cock down your clit and pressed it at your entrance, slowly as to only stretch the neglected opening.
"Y-you. Nines, Please. I only wanna think of yo..ah" he shoved himself halfway through, harshly enough to leave a slight sting.
This quickly fades as he pressed the rest of himself into your core, and brushed the tip of his cock against your cervix.
"Uuh..uh. I've missed this." He balances himself onto the palms of his hands pressed to the bed at each side of your head.
"I've missed you so much..fuck" he slowly pulls off to catch his tip against the tightening ring of your entrance.
He looks down at you with a slight glare while evening his breath.
"You know I don't like being ignored" he gives another sharp thrust, this time bottoming out in one motion. Forcing you to curl into him.
"I'm sorry..ah..I got caught up in the case." He pulls it out slowly again. This time you know he's teasing you, if he was really mad he would have skipped this and gone straight to making you scream. He's playing with you and wants to draw it out.
"I'm sorry you felt ignored" you say with a fake pout as to jokingly mock his whining.
He's never taken kindly to mockery and isn't about to start.
He thrusts back in roughly, and keeps this agitated pace. Making sure to stir up the entrance of your cervix.
"Don't talk back!" He ends the message with a sharp slap to the side of your ass cheek, no doubt leaving a handprint to be admired later.
"So..ssSorry" his thrusts were rougher with each drag of his cock. A cocky grin breaking out on his face.
He loved fucking your mind into a puddle of have baked thoughts. And that's just what he was doing again tonight. Leaching every last drop of energy from your body as he curled over you to dig his cock into your tunnel at a deeper angle.
His lips traced along your cheek as you struggled to lower your voice.
He had you chanting his name, knowing full well you'd be thinking of this dicking all the way into the next morning.
Warm puffs of his breath fan over your face as he rings another orgasm of your body.
Your voice raises another octave as a bright spot of light fills your vision.
He's pace doesn't waver as he has your slick walls clamped around him.
He draws it out for every second it's worth until his thrusts become sloppy as he hits the back and finally stills within you with one last slam of his hips against your own.
His breathing is ragged, his voice a wave is static and the little light on his forehead flashes with a momentary red hue as his lubricant trickles down the cleft of your ass. Leaving you full of him before the light flickers yellow and then back to a cool blue and he fixes his eyes back on your sweaty body.
He leans down to brush his nose along your's, and pressed soft kisses on the top of your cheek under your bottom eyelid. The loving touches lull you into another relaxed state, readying yourself for the inevitable exhaustion.
"I take it that you're finally ready for bed?" He pushes his hips harder into yours to stir up your insides.
Tip Toeing on the line of soreness and the flutter of pleasure he makes sure you haven't fallen asleep just yet, before pulling out and laying himself at your side.
"You were the one who wanted me to go to sleep, but you kept me up all night" you say with a pout. Trying to goad a reaction out of him.
He slips his fingers through your soaked folds to bring pressure back to your abused bud. "What did I tell you about talking back?"
You deepen your pout to stifle a whimper and taunt him a little more.
You give a cute little "I'm sorry" at the end to soften his nerves before yawning again.
He pulls you flush to his chest before covering you with the comforter and switching off the lamp and cuddling up with you.
He leans down to whisper in your ear "I really missed the way you feel. Do not ignore me like that for that long again".
You give the last of your strength to lean into his ear to whisper your answer. "I'll have to stop myself from thinking about you tomorrow"
A soft smile is left on his face before he feels you finally slip into sleep and powers down.