A/N: I wrote this way too fast I need to pace myself but nO and I had a lot of fun writing this one! Thank you to the anon who requested it! Please feel free to request any time! Also, thank you everyone for all the love! I was kind of insecure when I started posting my writing but I’m glad people are enjoying it!
Warnings: None
You sat in the corner of the room across from it, drumming your fingers on the armrest of the chair, your leg pumping up and down in anticipation and need. It taunted you as if it was a living thing and it angered you to no end. You scoffed in annoyance and shook your head.
“It’s such a tease.” You whispered, hoping no one would walk in on the situation you were in with it.
And by ‘it’, you mean Connor’s jacket.
It was folded so neatly, it looked as if it was on display in a high-end store. The bright blue armband illuminating in all the right places along with the label, RK800, written so prestigiously. How can one resist trying on the android’s blazer? He almost never took it off no matter the circumstance. It must’ve been made from the threads of an angel’s tunic. Why so specific you may ask? Who knows. The only thing you knew was that you needed to try it on.
It was the perfect opportunity. Hank was in a deep sleep recovering from a hangover, his snores echoing through the house. Connor, on the other hand, offered to walk Sumo because of Hank’s hangover. You, of course, had to teach Connor how to walk a dog before he could do it on his own, but he seemed to easily get the hang of it and even enjoyed it. He likes dogs after all! However, when he decided to walk the dog this time, he chose to leave his precious jacket behind with you.
Poor choice.
You were practically rocking back and forth, trying to resist the urge to slip it on. If you put it on, you could be caught, and it would lead to an awkward conversation or you could successfully get away with it, knowing what it feels like to wear the jacket. But, you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat, sadly.
You could practically hear the whisper of, “But, satisfaction brought it back!”
Okay, you were convinced.
You were going to try on Connor’s jacket.
Sliding out of the armchair, you walked across the room to the piece of clothing. Your nerves started to rise as you stood directly in front of it.
‘You got this.’ You thought to yourself, trying to ease the anxiety. ‘Just quickly slip it on and then quickly take it off. No biggie.’
You took a deep breath and moved your arm towards the jacket. Just before your finger tips touched the cloth, you paused.
‘Stop hesitating and try it on.’
With one last breath, you picked up the jacket, ruining its perfect form on the bed. Sweet Jesus, you were going to do it. You put one arm through the sleeve, the other quickly after.
Congratulations, you are now wearing the RK800 AKA Connor’s jacket.
You walked over to the mirror in the bathroom and stared at your reflection. It fit loosely considering it wasn’t your size. The cuffs fell a little over your wrists awkwardly and it felt bulky. No wonder Connor wore it all the time. He knew he was the only one who could rock it. You could faintly smell a musk coming off the jacket. He wore cologne?
But, it smelled like…dog?
“Woof!”
A loud bark came from under you causing you to look down at the source.
Sumo.
“Oh my god!” You said in a hushed whisper. “Wait. You’re back. That could only mean…”
Your head whipped over to the door to the bathroom and there stood the owner of the jacket himself.
“(Y/N)? Is that my jacket?”
You screamed and slammed the door in Connor’s face, locking it before he could say or see any more. You knew you shouldn’t have put it on, but you did anyways, and this was your consequence. Embarrassment in front of none other than Connor. How could you be so foolish?
“Boof!”
You completely forgot that you locked Sumo in there with you. You scratched behind his ears as you could hear the faint knocks of Connor on the other side.
“Ah…(Y/N)? Are you well? I can also see that you are wearing my jacket.”
Thank you, Captain Obvious.
You tried to figure a way out of this mess. “Um, (Y/N) can’t come to the door right now. Her legs are, uh, broken?”
As we can see, you are failing terribly.
“There were no signs of injury when I arrived.”
You sighed in defeat as you walked over to the door and unlocked it, freeing Sumo from captivity in the process. Connor saw how you stood there uncomfortably, shifting weight from one leg to the other, not daring to meet his eyes. He scanned over your body and saw how his jacket hung loosely on you. This was something he’s never experienced. His head tilted as he asked you the following question,
“What made you decide to wear my jacket?”
You shrunk in your spot. You couldn’t tell if he was mad or if he was genuinely curious, but you answered anyways,
“I don’t know.” You shrugged, “I was curious, and I have no impulse control.”
A faint laugh came from Connor as those words came out of your mouth. You relaxed a little at the sound, but you still felt highly uncomfortable. He continued to inspect you like you were a model on display.
“Would you please turn around for me?”
You practically choked.
“Excuse me?”
“I would like for you to turn around. I only have the ability to see the front at the moment, but I would like to see the back.”
What the hell?
Despite being utterly baffled, you turned around anyways. There was a long silence and you could feel your hands start to clam up from nervousness. The pause continued as you argued with yourself, trying to decide whether to break the silence. Before you chose, Connor slowly made his way over to you. His shoes tapping against the ground before he stopped directly behind you. His lack of muscle was made up for with height as he loomed over you. He leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear,
“I have no complaints. You should definitely wear it more often.”
If a person could melt, you would have. But hey, at least you knew what Connor’s jacket felt like.
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