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Connor's POV

Plague. One of the biggest rock bands of 2038. Three brothers Finn, Dale, and Y/n were constantly on the top 10 music charts in the world. Girls would sacrifice their entire family just to touch one of the boys. I mean... who wouldn't want to. Lucky me, I'm their bodyguard. Specifically Y/n's. He's the lead singer and also plays some of the piano you hear in a couple of their songs. And man is he breathtaking. "Thank you Maryland! Have a goodnight!" Y/n yelled to the screaming crowd. They then ran off stage. Gale ran to his fiancée, gave her a kiss on the head, and held her. Finn, covered in sweat, twirled a drumstick in his hand and asked his bodyguard to get him some water. Then, Y/n came backstage. His chest glistening with sweat, his hair sweaty and messy, his face a beautiful pink. I handed him a water bottle which he gladly took and guzzled down. I watched the way his neck moved and his jaw clenched as he drank.

Fuck. "You were great out there" I smiled. "Thanks, thank you for the water too. You ready to get outta here?" He asked, putting his shirt back on and nodding his head at the exit. "What ever you would like Y/n" I smiled. We got into the small black car and drove to Y/n's house. He stared out the slightly opened window, letting the wind cool him down. He then looked at me which made me quickly look out my window, avoiding his gaze. My face heated up, causing me to roll down my window to cool me off too.

We arrived at his giant house. The double gates opened, letting our car inside then swallowing it. Y/n was passed out, his head leaning on my shoulder. "Y/n, Y/n" I whispered shaking him awake. He groaned and stretched his tired limbs. "Where are we?" He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Home" I said, staring at the ways his muscles contracted as he stretched. "Oh thank god" he groaned. I got out and opened his door for him. "Thank you Connor, but you don't have to do everything fo me" he laughed. "It's my job Y/n" I stated, typing in the password to the door and holding it open for him. "Your job is to protect me, not be my servant, didn't Androids get freedom ages ago" he laughed. "3 years ago, yes" I smiled. "I need a bath, thank you for helping me Connor" he smiled. "Of course" I smiled back. He then headed up the stairs. Is it just me, or was he blushing?

I plopped down on the arm chair in Y/n's bedroom as he took a bath in his private bathroom. He had a keyboard and guitar in his room. You would expect it to look like a rockstars' room, but no, it was very tidy. "Connor!" I heard Y/n yell. I went to the bathroom door and opened it with my eyes closed. "Are you decent?" I called out. "Yes Connor" he laughed. I opened my eyes to see him with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Water dripping from his hair onto his bare chest. Fuck. "See something you like?" He teased. "D-Did I say that out loud?" I stuttered. "You always do" he laughed, standing up. "R-Really? I feel embarrassed now" I awkwardly chuckled. "Don't be" he whispered, getting dangerously close to me. "Y-Y/n What're you-"

"Shhhh... Connor" he whispered, his lips ghosting my neck. I swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath.  "Y/n" I whispered as he licked a stripe across my neck. He hummed, "this is wrong". He backed up and stared into my eyes. "Then let me make it right" he smirked. He dropped his towel and I almost immediately looked up at the ceiling. "Is this making you... uncomfortable?" He asked, kissing my neck. "A-A little" I chuckled. He let out a light chuckle. "Why don't you make me feel good? Connor" He seductively whispered. "N-No, This isn't right" I said grabbing a towel off the sink and throwing it around his waist. "Connor?-"

"No Y/n! I-I. I can't do this!" I said, barging out the door. "Connor! Wait! Please!" He begged, grabbing my forearm. I turned around abruptly. "I'm not a toy Y/n. What do you want from me?" I asked. Silence filled the air. "I'll call your manager and I'm quitting" I said, heading towards the door again. "Connor no! Please" he cried out. I stopped in my tracks and turned around to see him crying. "Y/n... come on, don't do this" I said. He headed towards his bed and sat at the edge of it, still crying. Great job Connor. You should've just sucked him off and lived happily ever after, but nooooo you have to have morales. "Y/n please" I said, sitting next to him on the bed. His head was in his hands. I lifted his head up with a long snifffff. "I-I-I thought you l-liked m-e and that you w-would like this" he sniffed.

"Y/n" I said, barely above a whisper. "I've always liked you". Fuck. What am I doing?! "I like you for you. Not for what's under your clothes" I smiled. "Yes, I admit, your body does look very nice" I laughed, making him laugh and push my shoulder. "Shut up" he laughed. After a couple minutes it was silent in the room. His puffy red eyes stared into mine, then flickered down to my lips. I liked my too dry lips and felt myself start to lean in.

"Mr. Y/n!" Someone yelled, barging in. We stumbled away from each other. Finn stared at us, "am I interrupting something?" He asked. "Yes, but it's fine. What's up?" Y/n asked. "Manager says we sold enough tickets to go through with the tour" he cheered. "That's great!" Y/n excitedly smiled. "I'm going to go talk to the manager about details" I said, getting up and leaving abruptly. I closed the door and leaned against in sighing. What the fuck was that?

I'll definitely make a smutty part 2 or this in the future, but what's your guy's favorite story so far? Leave a comment!