#dbh connor x reader smut

[honey-beann]

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rk boys (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader Smut

Word count: 4,244

It was a beautiful morning, especially for Detroit, and Connor was feeling almost too content, watching the birds fly past the window above the kitchen sink as he sat comfortably at the breakfast bar.

The new house was perfect, notably different from the apartments he had lived in prior, and he found himself feeling so at home within it that he was filled with a joy he had only experienced once before, in an entirely different situation.

He allowed his mind to drift back to that night, your pretty dress, your ecstatic grin, and the calm waters lapping gently against concrete and wood sticking out clearly in his mind, even in memory alone.

Unbeknownst to the outside world, he examined his calendar internally, his LED briefly blinking yellow before calming back down to blue almost immediately as he checked just how long it had been since that wonderful afternoon.

He startled a bit (though he hoped only internally), at the realization that it had already been two months, and made a mental note to pick up some flowers to commemorate the event.

He had only just begun considering what type of flowers, when he heard his name get called from the speakers of the laptop that sat on the countertop in front of him.

"Do you have anything to add, Connor?"

Connor fixed his eyes on the screen and smiled politely at the speaker as well as the many college students who sat uncomfortably in their cramped desk seats a few hundred miles away at NYU, where he, Markus, Kara, North, and Simon were currently giving a lecture over video call.

"I'm sorry, I must have gotten lost in thought for a second, what was the question?"

Connor could see North cast the section of the screen he was taking up on her end a brief glare, but Kara, who had been the one to ask for his input in the first place, just smiled easily and waved his apology off.

"No problem. It was just about android-human romantic relationships and how the laws surrounding them are believed to change in the next few years. Markus mentioned his plans to have marriage legalized, and North spoke on the amount of negativity that these relationships face outside of the legal system, but I thought you might be able to provide some extra insight, if you felt comfortable."

Connor gave a slight nod, his smile returning to his face as he turned his attention back towards the large crowd of students, who, despite having been required to attend for credit, all seemed rather invested, though that was hardly any surprise given the speakers present.

Ever since the revolution, Connor and Markus in particular had gained a significant deal of notoriety due to both the rolls that they played, and the romantic relationships they had.

Markus had now been in his relationship with another android for a few years now, and Connor had been in his with a human for around the same amount of time, and people found that to be immensely interesting.

Here was Connor, the deviant hunter, a former prototype android designed for detective work, dating a human as if that were the most natural thing he could possibly do, and honestly, the media ate that up.

There were photos of you in the tabloids, articles about you posted online, and you were both criticized and adored by androids and humans alike for your relationship with Connor, even after all these years.

Of course, there were many other juicy aspects of your romantic life that the media loved to fixate on, but Connor hardly thought those were worth bringing up now, unless he wanted to complicate things extensively.

So instead, he chose to give the simplest answer he could without making it seem as if he were against the idea of speaking on his personal relationship (because he most certainly was not, in fact, he thoroughly enjoyed talking about you whenever an opportunity presented itself).

"Well, in my experience, android-human relationships are very similar to those shared between only humans and only androids. There are a lot of stereotypes, like that android lovers are superior, or that human partners can connect easier, but truthfully, I think most of these concepts are contrived by those who don't accept these relationships as legitimate and seek to weaken them because of that."

Just as he finished up his statement, a student raised their hand, and Kara, as the moderator, was more than happy to call upon them.

"Yes, you in the front row?"

The girl seemed nervous as she spoke up, but even so, Connor was able to make out her question easily.

"So if these stereotypes that Connor mentioned can be eliminated or lessened to a certain degree, can we anticipate the legalization of android-human marriage to occur shortly thereafter?"

Markus was quick to respond,

"Well, the legal system doesn't necessarily depend on these stereotypes being less prevalent, but it would definitely help our cause. That being said, I believe it won't be long now until android-human marriage is legalized, and that seems to be the consensus among many in the U.S. There has been a significant increase in the number of android-human betrothals within the past year, and I think that points to a general agreement that non-regulated marriages will definitely be legalized in the near future, it just depends on how long it takes for the government to recognize that from a legal standpoint."

Connor nodded in agreement,

"The data trends towards a general air of acceptance at the idea of legalizing these marriages. I myself proposed to my fiancee just two months ago with the expectation that in a slightly lengthened wedding planning time frame, the legalization process will be completed."

Soft murmurs echoed out among the crowd at this, as very few people were aware of your engagement (though the media had spoken frequently on the sudden addition of a rather expensive looking ring to your every day outfits).

Connor fought back a slight grin of amusement at the surprise that his words had caused, choosing instead to turn his attention towards the class's professor as the older man asked a question about android unions in the workplace, something that was much more in Simon's wheelhouse than Connor's.

He listened intently as his friend and colleague spoke in depth on the issue,

So intently in fact, that he neglected to notice the bedroom door opening until it was too late for him to do anything about it.

Out you walked, donning only an oversized dress shirt, slippers, and underwear, your hair mussed up, and your expression still rather drowsy as you made your way across the living room and into the bathroom, fully in frame of the camera you were all too unaware of for the majority of your trek.

Connor bit back a chuckle, his cheeks tinted a slight blue color as he admired via his screen how lovely you looked in your pajamas despite your immense lack of effort.

Of course though, he wasn't the only one to notice, and when you walked back through towards your bedroom after using the bathroom, there was a strong silence present from both the speakers as well as the audience, all of whom were rather distracted by the intrusion. Finally, clearly hoping to move on for the sake of time, the professor cleared his throat and spoke up through the newly awkward atmosphere.

"Excuse me, Mr. Anderson, but I believe there is someone in the backgrou-"

He cut himself off suddenly when an arm reached over from just out of frame and pulled you in toward it, shock clearly written across your face as you were yanked straight from view, yelping at the unexpected tug.

"Er, is everything alright?"

The professor spoke quietly now, his brow furrowed in confusion as Connor offered him a polite smile and nod,

"All is well, I believe my partner simply forgot about our professional arrangement this morning and neglected to use the other bathroom upon waking up."

"But who was-"

"As for the individual that removed her from the camera's view, I'm unsure if that was the rk800 or rk900, but I can assure you that our fiancee is entirely safe."

The crowd remained silent for a few moments as a great deal of the students took in what was for them, new information.

Of course, some larger fans and smart speculators had been able to piece together the relationship you shared with Sixty and Nines, but most people chose to ignore the complicated question of your romantic life beyond you and Connor.

After all, in the eyes of the media, Connor was a big sweetheart, while you were his equally innocent and adorable life partner, and how could they ever push that image out if they speculated that you were also engaged to both the rk800 model that had tried to kill Connor and Hank prior to deviation, and the rk900 model who had been strictly designed for military use when it came to hunting down deviants?

The short answer was that they couldn't, and as a result, the already rarely posted images of you and either of your partners who weren't Connor struggled to gain much traction, meaning that not many people believed, or even knew the rumor about your romantic relationship with all three men.

Except recently, you'd all sat down and had a conversation about this topic, which had ended with one strict viewpoint shared by all four of you:

Your relationship was not a secret, nor was it something to be ashamed of, and there would be no more comments leaving that up for interpretation.

The silence continued for multiple additional seconds beyond what Connor himself would consider awkward, until a student loudly cleared their own throat before slowly raising their hand, to which Kara responded by calling upon them in a manner that was almost hesitant.

"So uh, have android related marriage benefits been considered yet?"

North was quick to jump on answering that question, but even still, Connor couldn't help but feel his attention drift towards the situation just outside the range of his camera.

He couldn't quite make you out without making it obvious that he was looking in your direction, but he could clearly see Sixty's back as he caged you in against the wall, arms on either side of you while he leaned down to capture your lips in his in a manner that was no doubt ravenous.

He and Nines had both been out of town until just before Connor had began setting up for his prior arrangements earlier that morning, and if the android had meant what he'd said over the phone the night before last, you were likely in for one hell of a two month engagement celebration.

Connor attempted to turn his attention back towards the lecture, ignoring the growing pressure between his legs as he turned up the volume slightly, eyes fixated almost too intently on the screen.

Suddenly though, he was forced to hold back a wince as you stumbled back into the view of the audience, cheeks pink, lips bruised, and hair even messier than before as you struggled to avoid Sixty's attempts at grabbing you again with a laugh that was distant to the mic, but sharp in Connor's ears, igniting a spark of adoration in him at the sound.

He watched via the screen in front of him as you backed further into clear view with Sixty following confidently, a predatory grin at his lips that immediately let Connor know that the android couldn't care less whether or not those on the video call saw him.

Now more than a little bit enthralled by the chase as well as the sparkle of excitement he could see in your eyes, Connor kept his gaze trained on the scene playing out on the screen, a slight smirk fighting to show itself as he watched you start to lose your balance after being forced to raise a leg to stop your feral fiance from grabbing at it.

You shrieked as you fell back, catching yourself on your palms as you tried desperately to scoot away from Sixty's grip, though your efforts proved futile when he wrapped a nimble hand around one of your ankles, tugging you towards him and eventually just out of frame once more.

Soon afterward Connor heard the familiar sound of your feigned pleas for freedom being muffled against Sixty's hungry lips as they claimed your own for the second time that morning.

It proved to be very distracting.

Though, not nearly as distracting as you backing your way into frame once again moments later, palms flat against the floor behind you as you kicked playfully at Sixty, still doing your best to win the game of chase he'd started despite your obvious enjoyment.

You were fighting a grin as you continued to move backward, using your hands as leverage to pull yourself along faster even as Sixty followed on foot, which gave him a very clear advantage.

Repressing the urge to calculate how long on average Sixty tended to play with you before choosing to halt his typically lengthy games of cat and mouse, Connor shifted his gaze back towards the audience, hoping that the scene in the background wasn't the reason their gaze was so affixed to the projector screen in front of them.

Unfortunately though, the android's attempt at placing his regard on something that wasn't his fiancee's rather amusing struggle was squashed by the notable visual of a new figure entering the frame.

This definitely didn't help his cause, and he was almost certain that the crowd couldn't have possibly gone without noticing it either, as Nines made for an incredibly imposing figure under any and all circumstances.

That being said, you had clearly gotten very comfortable with his presence throughout the years, because you didn't even notice that he was there until you'd accidentally backed into his legs.

And by then, it was far too late.

Connor watched, artificial breathing paused as you slowly looked up to see Nines standing behind you, eyes slightly widened as you took in the sight of him. The android cast a brief glance over to the video call that his predecessor was on before shifting his gaze toward Sixty, who had his hands in his pockets as he smirked down at your helpless position between him and the rk900.

You were laying with your back pressed against Nines' body, one leg extended outward while the other was bent at the knee, as if you had been mid struggle when you'd finally stopped.

You let out a tiny squeak of fear, one that Connor barely managed to make out above the sound of North's voice, as without warning, Sixty knelt down to run a hand slowly up your leg before wrapping it loosely around your calf, his gaze hungry in a way that Connor was certain you were all too familiar with.

Nines, on the other hand, crouched behind you, his torso unyielding against your back as he ran a hand up from your straightened leg to your throat, where it briefly curled and squeezed before loosening, though it notably did not move away as he lowered his mouth to your ear.

Connor attempted to make out what he was saying, but in the end, it was your reaction that held his attention more than anything else.

He watched your muscles tense and your throat bob as you leaned into Nines' touch, nodding softly as the android in question smirked against your neck before he slowly stood, guiding you up with him and walking you backwards and out of frame once more, Sixty following eagerly.

There was a distant clamor that Connor was almost certain came from the counter of the bathroom sink, and then suddenly, his LED was flashing yellow with an incoming call from a familiar rk800 model android.

Connor swallowed thickly, briefly ensuring that the attention of those participating in the lecture wasn't on him before he answered hesitantly, the sound of your muffled whimpers instantly filling his ears and forcing him to hold back a shiver as he shifted in his seat, suddenly very uncomfortable thanks to the increasing strain within his pants.

"Shit."

He murmured under his breath, inhaling sharply as Sixty chuckled in response, a teasing lilt to his tone as he spoke,

"You hear that pretty girl? Connors decided to say hello in spite of his little arrangement, isn't that sweet?"

Connor tensed at the sound of you gasping on the other end of the line, a keening whine slipping past your lips at Sixty's taunting words, which he continued to utilize mercilessly.

"What was that, Princess?"

He pressed,

"I don't think he can hear you."

From Sixty's end, Connor was able to make out an oh so familiar squelching sound followed by a sharp cry that he knew for a fact belonged to you, your head falling back to what he imagined was the mirror behind you with a dull thud.

Connor flinched slightly at the sound, but assuaged his own worries with the knowledge that neither Nines nor Sixty would ever allow you to get hurt in their presence.

And clearly the injury wasn't anything severe, because mere moments afterward, Nines spoke up,

"Why don't you tell Connor how good it feels, hmm? We don't want him to feel excluded sitting all alone out there."

You whimpered at Nines' cruel tone, but opened your mouth to speak regardless, your breaths so hurried that Connor could hear them easily.

"C-Con..."

You whined out, and the sound of his name leaving your lips immediately had the android in question holding back a groan, his LED flickering briefly as he sent Sixty a message.

After doing this, Connor waited patiently, until finally, the receiving android let out an audible chuckle, humming softly as he spoke,

"Well isn't this interesting, Connor here is asking me to narrate your little... Predicament for him."

Sixty paused for a moment, allowing his predecessor to better make out your soft pleas before he continued, voice full of a mocking amusement that he had mastered the use of ages ago.

"Does that sound nice, Sweetheart? You want me to tell him how hot you look all spread out for Nines' fingers? How fucked out your expression is when we haven't even taken you properly yet?"

There was a brief silence for a moment or two, but Connor was quick to deduce that you must have nodded, because Sixty gave a short chuckle before he spoke up again,

"That's right, Baby, you look so fucking pretty when you take what we give you. Does it feel nice?"

You gave a shrill cry of bliss in response, and the next time that Sixty spoke, it was to Connor directly, his voice barely above a growl,

"Fuck, you really should see her, I don't know if she's ever been this wet before."

The loud squelching sounds in the background only served to cement Sixty's statement as truthful, and Connor had to mute himself so no one would hear the heady groan that was pulled from deep within him as a result.

"And she's desperate too, already begged Nines to fuck her before you could even answer the phone."

Connor heard his successor chuckle softly in the background before the squelching increased in intensity, followed shortly thereafter by your rushed pleas for more, which fell from your lips like a waterfall.

Connor then heard Nines give a sigh that was a bit too close to a growl for him to ignore, before suddenly, the squelching stopped entirely, replaced immediately afterward by the sounds of zippers being tugged down and clothing hitting the floor.

To Connor's surprise though, the next thing he heard wasn't some sharp cry or plea from you, but rather Nines' harsh tone as he spoke up for the second time that morning,

"Since you just can't seem keep your mouth shut on your own, you don't mind if Sixty helps you, do you, Sweetling?"

You whimpered shakily, but spoke up nonetheless, no doubt knowing the punishment that awaited if you didn't,

"N-no sir."

You whispered out, and Connor could all but hear Nines grin as he hummed softly before finally replying,

"Good girl."

And the next thing that Connor heard was a loud curse from Sixty, who let out a strained laugh immediately afterward, as if surprised by his own exclamation.

"That's it, Princess, open that pretty mouth just a little more for me,"

And a second later, he groaned heavily again, hissing through his teeth before he spoke up,

"Shit, that's it, Baby, just like that."

Connor held back a moan as he imagined how desperate you must have looked in that moment, spread out for Nines with Sixty's dick stuffed down your throat as you took them both eagerly,

It was almost enough to make him whimper at the thought alone, suddenly all too ready to end this video call once and for all.

Distantly, he could make out a new voice asking a question, but all that he could do was pray that it wasn't for him, because there was no way he could muster up the strength to say anything coherent knowing that his beautiful fiancee was being absolutely ravaged in the next room over.

Connor tensed slightly at the sound of your muffled groans, stifled by Sixty's length as you took everything that both he and Nines gave you, which was apparently about to be increased according to the latter individual.

"Did you want me to fuck you, Little Dove? Is that what you were begging for so shamelessly?"

Connor inhaled sharpy at the sound of your replying whines despite the rather large obstacle that was keeping you from speaking properly, which, judging by the noises that Sixty was making, likely wouldn't be an obstacle for very much longer.

The android in question was growling out your name, fucking your mouth with so much force that you would occasionally gag around his thickness, which only served to bring him closer and closer to orgasm.

"C'mon Baby, take me, just a little more and I'll come right down that pretty little throat of yours."

You whimpered weakly around Sixty's cock, and something about that sound must have struck the android as particularly ruinous, because mere moments afterward he was fulfilling his previous promise, hand in your hair as he rode out his orgasm with a harsh groan of pure bliss.

Connor, recognizing the familiar sounds of Sixty reaching his end, was more than a little bit eager to hear what would come next, and was not let down by what followed, because immediately after Sixty had backed away and leaned against the wall to get a better look at your fucked out expression, Nines took the opportunity to push into you, having removed anything that might get in the way of that a long time ago

You gasped immediately at the unexpected fullness that followed, and Connor could hardly restrain himself as Nines began thrusting in and out of you, hands on your ass as he set an absolutely brutal pace right from the get go.

"N-Nines!"

You cried out loud enough that Connor could hear you both through the call and through the bathroom door, making him immensely relieved to note that he was still muted, because he really wasn't sure how he could ever explain away the sound of his future wife getting fucked by her two other partners in the next room.

Nines chuckled darkly at your exclamation, and unbeknownst to Connor, pressed his thumb against your clit as he continued to take you fast and rough, quickly building you up to your orgasm with practiced skill, all while pushing himself straight to the edge as well.

"Fuck"

He hissed out between clenched teeth, hands gripping your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he drove into you, savoring every little sound you made for him as he did so.

And then, he said something that nearly made Connor snap.

"Do you want me to come inside of you, little one? Fill you up the way that Connor always begs to? Would you like to feel it drip out of your aching cunt and down your thighs for hours to come?"

His voice was like gravel as he spoke, strained and broken up by the occasional grunt or curse, but even still, it provided Nines with the reaction he so desired.

You gave a sharp cry upon hearing those words leave his mouth, and immediately, Connor knew that you were coming, voice haggard and body quaking as Nines dragged your orgasm out of you ruthlessly, until finally, he too came with a groan, filling you with his artificial seed just as he'd promised he would.

And that imagined visual, of you dripping with Nines' come after he had said such filthy things to you, things that Connor had long since made clear he desired, had him sending Markus a brief message about some contrived emergency before he all but slammed his laptop shut, stalking towards the bathroom with a clear purpose in mind.

This was indeed going to be a very long 2 month engagement celebration for you, and Connor would make sure of that far beyond anything you'd ever experienced before.

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[paleepeaches]

Happy Valentines Day

(Connor Rk800 x Fem Reader)

Warnings: Idk NSFW so 18+

Word count: 2422

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and instead of making Connor dinner you let him fuck your brains out.

A/N: This took way longer than it should have. It's pretty mid.

Tags: If you're still interested @joelsfavoritegirl

You were a festive person. Always have and always will be. Valentine's was your favorite holiday not only because of the pink and red strewn across supermarkets and stores but because it was a day of love: a reason to celebrate you and Connor’s union. You were sentimental. Sensitive and a bit of a sappy girl when it came to things like that. Connor was fully aware of it. He made note of it when you first got together. How you pouted up at him. Your bottom lip jutting out slightly covered in your lipgloss. When things didn’t go your way your pretty doe eyes would water with tears and coat your spiky lashes. Seeing you so whiney and needy all the time was an adorable sight. Especially when it came to him. You’d pout every time he had to leave for the DPD every morning. Today was no different.

“Do you have to go?” You fluttered your lashes up at him. 

Connor turned his head to look at you while he did his tie. His hands skilfully mastered it. He felt his resolve waver seeing you so like that. You’d just gotten up. Hair was a bit messy, eyes a bit tired but what you wore got him. It was the babydoll nightdress. Baby pink in color and the cups on it hugged your tits so nicely. It was sheer and cut off at the top of your plush thighs. He had to resist throwing you on the bed and just fucking your brains out. Poor baby girl didn’t know what you were doing to him.

“I have to. Hank needs me for another case. Plus who’s gonna make enough money to take care of you?” He cooed down at you with his signature smirk. 

You huffed out a sigh nodding in understanding. “Okay but are you gonna be home on time to celebrate? To eat dinner and do….other activities?” You blushed at the hint you threw out. Connor had been balls deep inside of you, lapped viciously at your pussy, and had you whining and calling him daddy yet you were still so timid. He nodded his head trying to hide his amusement at your shyness. 

“Of course,” He smoothed out his jacket and reached a hand out to you. He cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek and relishing in its softness. “I’ll never keep you waiting. You know that.” He leaned down and placed a peck on your lips. He could taste that lingering lip balm on you. Cherry. You always had to have it cherry-flavored. He licked his lips tasting it and hummed. He reluctantly let you go as soon as he felt his cock begin to throb to life. Just kissing you was enough to send him into a feral mood.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He promised you and grabbed his car keys leaving you wanting and yearning for him.  

You filled your day with meaningful tasks despite the growing ache of Connor leaving you high and dry. You were dedicated to making this Valentine’s Day one he would remember. 

You had decorated your shared home in heart-shaped garlands and had a few scented candles going. If it was any other Valentine’s Day involving a human with functioning organs then you would have made a delicious meal and set wine out. However, this was Connor an RK800 model who didn’t need food or water to keep functioning. So you had to get creative which was why when he came home he was happy to see the festive decor, the soft glow of the candles around the living room, and the trail of petals leading to the bedroom.

You knew it was a bit cheesy of a tactic and overused but what other things could you have possibly used as a romantic trial? Connor had come home with flowers and of course, a gift for you held in the other hand. “Y/N…” He called out softly as he pushed open the bedroom door. If he had lungs they would have surely strained and stopped his breathing. He’d seen you in proactive wear before but this was the cherry on top. 

You sat knelt on the plush soft bed with each leg under you. You wore a babydoll lingerie top that cupped your breasts, making them sit so pretty on your chest. The top was thin, sheer, and baby pink bringing out the color of your skin. A pretty bow sat in the middle between the valley of your breast effectively accentuating your body. A thong was keeping your pretty puffy lips in place from falling out. Connor could see you went all out this year. He set the gifts for you on the dresser and walked meaningfully towards you.

“You like it?” You giggled softly a playful smirk on your pouty lips. Connor sat down next to you, the bed dipping in the process. “Of course I do sweetie.” He moved your hair aside with his hand and leaned in kissing you on the exposed skin of your neck. You inhaled sharply your eyes softening and body feeling like putty. 

Connor was programmed to analyze and interrogate deviants. So, naturally, he was able to figure out what aroused you and what didn’t. He knew of all the special spots on your lovely skin. His lips skilfully kissed your neck leaving hot wet kisses. You mewled delightfully for him making his cock harden.

He leaned into your ear whispering, “You sound so fucking pretty.” 

It caused a pink shade to cover your supple cheeks. He never ceased to make you blush even when he wasn’t trying to fuck you.

“Lay down, I wanna taste you.” He lightly pushed you down to lay on the bed. Your hair was sprawled across the sheets and your arms were at your side. Connor spread your legs and dragged you towards the edge of the bed. He kneeled before you, slipping your thong off. His fingers skillfully spread your puffy folds revealing your wet slick cunt. 

“I haven’t even touched you and you're already soaking.” He smiled cruelly at you. 

“Connor…” You whined out, hips bucking up to get him to taste you, finger you, anything. 

He laughed at your desperation, “Always so needy.” Connor didn’t want to give in to you just yet. He wanted to draw it out, have you begging for him to touch you. His plans quickly changed when he saw your pleading eyes and fluttering lashes. You looked so docile and cute that he couldn’t help but give in. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He spread your pussy folds further getting a good look at how drenched you were before giving you a long lick. He was hungry for you, tongue swirling around your clit and lapping at your puffy folds. 

“Fuck C-Connor-” Your moans were broken and rough as he continued his assault. Your eyes rolled back and your hands immediately tugged on his hair.

“You taste so good.” He muttered the vibrations of his voice over your clit caused you to throw your head back. 

He took your whines as fuel and dipped his tongue deep inside your hole. He groaned feeling it grip and clench, greedy for anything to fill it. He retracted his tongue humming and relishing in the sweet taste of your juices. 

“Shh baby you’re doing so good for me.” He cooed to you and before you could reply he plunged two long and slender fingers into you. You gasped for air, body squirming under him. He had to hold you in place to keep you from moving.

“Connor I-I think I’m gonna cum-” You choked out, voice cut off by his fingers slipping out with a loud squelch. He smirked down at you and you knew he’d refuse to give you an orgasm. At least not with his fingers.

“Connor, please.” You whined out for him desperately clawing at his trousers and tugging his belt. You wanted to see him, stop this torture, and have him fuck you raw.

He smiled down at you, tilting his head slightly to the side. “You’re so needy Y/N.” Connor slapped his hand down on your cunt making you yelp. It came out breathy and far from painful. His hand smacked you again, hitting deliciously against your throbbing clit.

Connor engrained your reaction into his hardware, studying, and learning. He yanked off your babydoll lingerie, pulling it over your head and leaving you in nothing but your bare skin. 

Connor was quick, fingers deftly opening each button of his shirt. His belt was next, his hands deftly moving to unbuckle it. He threw it on the floor, making it clang against the hardwood. He pushed down his trousers and underwear down and his face fell in relief. His cock sprang free, the head was swollen and leaking pre cum. 

At the sight of it, you felt your hole flutter and clench around nothing. You squirmed on the bed, withering in need. “Connor please, please, I’ve been a good. girl” You mewled out, batting your sweet lashes up at him.

There was something so thrilling and almost primal about you laying before him so vulnerable. The way you begged for his cock had him hardening even more. You never ceased to make his heart clench and cock jump from how sweet you were.“Shh, baby it's okay. I’ll give this pussy what it needs.” He cooed to you so softly.

Connor pumped his cock a few times, his pre cum seeping from the tip and spreading over his shaft. He pushed your legs up to your chest and lined his cock up to your hole. He could see your pretty pussy tighten up in anticipation. An amused exhale left his nose as he looked up into your eyes. They were foggy, glassy with lust and pure need. 

Connor pushed the head of his cock in and he groaned, hand coming down to the side of your head to brace himself. He gripped the bedsheets below you two and his face scrunched up in restraint. He knew first penetration was always hard for you. Your poor pussy couldn’t take so much cock so he had to take his time. He struggled to keep his composure and just thrust his full length into you. He knew if he did you'd cry out, sob, and claw at him. It was thrilling.

He sighed out and smoothed the skin on your hip with his palm. "Relax baby." With each second that passed he slipped in further and further in taking his time to stretch you out.

You were a mess below him, clawing at his shoulders and back. If he were human you would be sure he'd have red claw marks on his porcelain skin.

You panted like a bitch in heat, cunt clamping hard on him. “M-more, more Connor, I can take it.” You pouted up to him.

Connor chuckled at your bold statement. “You can take it huh?” 

“Y-yeah I can take it-”

Connor slammed his cock into you causing a yelp to escape your throat. The big stretch was painful as his tip bumped your cervix. Your body jolted upwards away from him but he just pulled his cock out and shoved it in again.

“Thought you could take it, princess. This is what you’ve been whining about?” Connor smiled down at you cruelly. He folded you in half, pushing your legs farther up to your chest. His cock slipped further in, making a lewd squelching sound.

“Y-yes!” You cried out in response.

“Then stop fucking complaining and take my cock like a good girl.” Connor leaned down and kissed you roughly, tongue slipping into your mouth. His hand gripped your chin as he pumped his cock into you.

His heavy balls slapped against the plump flesh of your ass. The noise echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and into your ear. Your juices leaked out of your cunt, coating his cock and dripping down his balls. He could feel it warm them and groaned into your mouth. He pulled back from the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. “That’s my good princess, fuck clench down just like that.” 

You blushed, your pussy clamping down on him just from the compliment. “Ahh! Mphm! Fuck…Connor!” You were loud letting high-pitched moans fall from your pouty lips. Your eyes rolled back and you bit down on your lip relishing in the sweet bliss of his cock.

“Don’t do that. I wanna hear you.” Connor smacked your face lightly and you released your bottom lip from your teeth. 

“C-Connor I’m not gonna- I can’t-” Your words were chopped up, as you struggled to speak. They came out in whiney babbles and Connor couldn’t help but become amused. He thought you looked so cute like that. Your face controted into pleasure, words not even forming sentences just sounds. He loved seeing you completely drunk on his cock. 

“Good girl, just like that.” He praised you. He pressed the pad of his thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing slow and tight circles around it. You cried out, clawing at his back. Your bambi eyes brimmed with tears. You blinked, lashes fluttering and coated in the wetness. Fat tears rolled down your pink cheeks as you came.

Connor noticed but didn't fret. You would cry often due to the pure delight of cumming. He leaned down, cooing to you and licking them up with his tongue. He could taste the bitter and salty flavor of your tears.

That simple act made your walls clench down on his throbbing cock. Your legs locked him in place, wrapped around his waist and not letting him retract further than he should. He pounded into your soaking wet heat. “Fuck!” He cursed as you milked his cock. One final thrust into your spongy sweet spot had Connor spilling ropes of cum deep into your pussy. He gave a few sloppy thrusts helping you both ride out your orgasms. Your cream and his cum oozed out as he pushed his cock deep in, making it overflow and spill. You poor pussy was a mess. All fucked out and painted white.

Connor panted for a few seconds but recovered quickly due to his android body. He placed sweet soft kisses on your red cheeks and your forehead. “You did so good for me baby.” His voice was soft and sweet as he spoke.

You smiled up at him, panting softly, “Happy Valentine's Day.” 

[tasbcl]

18+!!

something about Connor discovering he has a breeding kink after he deviates, but more so when he meets you. it’s weird, he can’t reproduce, nor does he even feel the need to— he’s an android after all. but when it comes to intercourse, when he’s inside you, it’s almost primal and absolutely necessary that he fills you up with his synthetic cum. he probably gets a lil embarrassed at how silly he thinks he is for it.

[nerd-space]

The Connor hyper fixation is SO real

Imagine giving him his first bj. He’s got a million questions and concerns about damaging your throat, but the second tongue hits tip he shuts up. Overwhelmed by the pleasure like he’s never felt before, he can’t form words anymore just noises

UGH I NEED HIM RN

Foaming at the mouth oh god... 💭

warnings: overstim(?) bj, Connor being unintentionally rough- lol, probably forgetting something!

Giving Connor his first blowie was definitely... ahem.. oh boy.

- First off the questions are so much and so overwhelming so when you simply sit between his thighs while he's rambling on these stupid useless questions about if its safe or not and when you start trailing your hands up his work slacks he stutters- genuinely stutters as he speaks, quickly shutting his mouth as he realizes he's learning and adapting to human flaw as a deviant should be.

- feeling your nose brush into his clothed crotch sends him reeling as his hands grip the couch cushions underneath him, his legs spreading further apart with ease as you bite his soft, faux skin at his hips, Connor's eyes roll back slightly as he basks in the sensation. Connor's hands traveling to ghost over your shoulder and head as you sit there- kissing and biting his torso down to his thighs

- Connor makes a sound of surpise as your fingers hook into his boxers, (which Hank advised he wore for.. well.. instances like this one) slowly slipping them off as his surprisingly sizeable length practically smacks you in the face- you stare at it, analyzing how it looks, the intrest in his attachable 'accessorie' growing on you for god knows how long

- Connor's LED going a heated purple tone as his expression is a mix between worried and excited, worried you'll be turned off or something but excited because of your hot touch and the fact he's got a pretty thing between his legs which he never in a million years would've thought were to happen to him

- When he closes his eyes for a momment to help himself regulate his core systems and not freak out he gasps as his eyes fly open to see your mouth now swallowing about 60% of his 7.5 inches of length, his hands gripping your head and shoulder roughly- making you wince just slightly at the uncontrolled strength he used.

- Connor loosening his grip as he realizes and as he tries to apologize you sink further down, causing Connor to watch in awe and have his 'breath' caught in his artificial throat. Moaning around his length out of satisfaction it makes him jolt and spread this thighs further apart for you as his systems go through a series of resets and shutdown momments

- Once you start actually moving your hand and head against his length he's letting out groans and sounds you never wouldve expexted him.. let alone an android- to make at all. His reactions almost completely mimic a true human's reactions as his body grows shakey- whatever upgrades and changes cyberlife made to make them function exactly like humans to all degrees was definitely getting put to... good use.

- Connor's voice modulator goes into overtime as his voice grows almost a little staticy when he grows closer to what you think is him cumming you assume?...

- Connor quickly tries to pry you off but when you resist and it feels more and more intense he gives up and allows you to continue- uncontrollable breathing and soft moans slip from his mouth as grips the edge of the bed so tight you fear he might rip the sheets apart.

- When he finally gets to that point his eyes roll back and his frame twitches roughly as he hunches over you, his hands gripping you so violently that you think he's trying to purposely rip your hair out as he gasps and tenses up. You swallow the... sweet?... substance?...

- You move back, out of breath and definitely confused from the sweetness of whatever you swallowed as Connor tries to catch his breath to explain what the substance was until you blurt out

" ... blue.. raspberry... flavored.. semen?"

- You start laughing as you rest your head against his thigh as he explains poorly that the substance is a faux semen replicate but with a sweet blueraz aftertaste so that when people want to get.. well.. frisky with an android they arent completely grossed out afterwards

EJSJS this is kinda bad my apologies :(.

[gogogodzilla]

If you take asks for Connor, I'd like a story where basically reader does connor so hard he short circuits or something along those lines and reader is like "omg are you ok???" And after a moment, he's like, "very" idk I hope I explained it well

Missed You || Connor (RK800)

Summary: You couldn't wait for date night.

Warnings: smut, afab read, semi-public sex, fingering, slight choking, Connor has a praise kink, argue w the wall

{Masterlist}

After a few months of dating, you and Connor had developed some form of a schedule. Every Saturday was date night, and this week had you particularly eager for it to arrive. You’d barely spent any time with Connor with him being stuck on a case that had him halfway across the city for most of his days and working late nights. 

Saturday night rolled around like it always did, and you paced your shared apartment in anticipation of Connor arriving. You’d both agreed on just going to a movie. It was the one you’d been dying to see, so you weren’t complaining.  

The sound of keys jingling against the lock had you practically sprinting to the front door and flinging it open. Connor looked down at you with wide eyes, his keys hovering mid-air. 

You grabbed the lapels of his usual suit jacket and brought him into a kiss. He let out a small sound of surprise against your lips but quickly melted into your grasp. He wrapped his arms around you as he nudged you further into your apartment and kicked the front door closed. 

“Missed you,” you murmured against his lips as you ran a hand through his hair. 

He slowly pulled away, taking in your features. “I just need to get changed and then we can go,” he offered, patting your hip as he released you. 

You wanted to say to hell with date night and just ravish him where he stood, but you forced yourself to nod. It’ll be worth the wait, you tried to convince yourself. 

The tension in the air was palpable as Connor emerged from the bedroom, rolling up the sleeves of his button-up. Your gaze traveled up his forearms, taking in every inch of exposed skin. He had the same idea, and his eyes raked over the hem of the dress that danced across your thighs as you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

You forced yourself to look away as you moved to grab your car keys and tossed them to Connor. “Ready?” you questioned, ignoring the way your heart was practically bursting out of your chest from the way he was looking at you. 

“Always,” Connor responded, kissing your forehead as he passed and grabbing your hand to lead you to the elevator. 

You eyed the emergency stop button as you stood far too close to Connor in the cramped elevator. No one would even notice the elevator was stopped for a few minutes, you reasoned.  

Ding!

The chime of the elevator caused you to nearly jump out of your skin, and Connor shot you a look. 

“Are you feeling okay? Your heart rate has been high ever since we left; we don’t have to go to the movie—” 

“No!” you cut him off, even though every fiber of your being was begging you to drag him back into your apartment. “I’m fine,” you assured him, resting your hand on his arm and keeping it there for far longer than you should have. 

He raised a brow, eyeing you. You ignored him and led him out to your car before hopping in the passenger seat. 

Connor wordlessly hopped into the driver’s seat, and you watched him. You wondered if the long week apart was affecting him as much as it was affecting you. You saw how he was practically undressing you with his eyes when he came home. His usual precise movements were far more controlled than they usually were, stiffening every time your skin came into contact with his. It couldn’t hurt to test the waters. 

Connor always set his right hand on the gear shift or your thigh when he was driving, and today was no exception. He loosely gripped the gear shift as he drove, gaze never leaving the road. A wise decision. 

You took his hand and placed it on its normal spot on your thigh. He glanced over at you. You could’ve sworn you saw his free hand tighten on the steering wheel, betraying the small smile that flashed across his lips.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass, and you decide to push your luck a little further. 

“Are these pants new?” you causally questioned as you leaned over and ran a hand down his upper thigh, giving him a perfect view down the bodice of your dress. 

Connor cleared his throat and swallowed hard, “They’re the same pants I always wear.” 

You hum and move to return to your seat, your hand accidentally grazing over the place you wanted so badly. Connor sucked in a breath as he approached the red light. You grinned, bathed in crimson. 

“Connor,” you purred, lolling your head to the side to look at him. The light turned green and he pressed on the accelerator, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. His eyes grazed the bare skin of your thighs before returning to the road. 

Your heart rate picked up as Connor turned down a side street in the opposite direction of the movie theater. You weren’t going to make your showing.

Connor’s movements were controlled as he picked a secluded spot to park. You were on him before he could even fully pull the keys out of the ignition, clumsily climbing over the center console. 

The keys tumbled out of Connor’s hand and clattered to the floorboard, but he didn’t seem to care as he pulled you in for a heated kiss. He pushed the seat back so you could comfortably sit, legs straddling his thighs and skirt hiked up just enough to tease him. 

“Couldn’t wait,” you murmured against his lips as you pulled away, your breaths entangling in one another. 

“You’ve been looking forward to this movie all week,” Connor teased, running a hand up the bare skin of your thigh and cupping the curve of your ass. 

You dipped down and hovered next to his ear, whispering, “I’ve also been looking forward to riding you until you short-circuit.” 

Connor’s grip tightened on your ass, and he shoved your hips down to grind against him. The tent in his pants pressed against your clothed core and caused a shudder to run through your body. 

 “Do you feel what you do to me?” he questioned, voice husky and increasing the ache in your core that had gained intensity since you left the apartment. 

You nodded, leaning down to kiss him and run a hand over his covered length. Connor jutted his hips up to meet you, groaning as you ran a hand over the smooth fabric of his pants. His nails raked up your thighs and he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your underwear and tugged hard enough for the side seams to rip, and for them to fall in his lap. 

Your gasp was quickly swallowed by his lips against yours and his fingers sliding through your folds and circling your clit. Breathy moans escaped you as you shoved your head in the crook of his neck, lazily pressing kisses to the hardly exposed skin. 

He ran a finger over your entrance and you pressed against him, begging for him to fill you. He obliged, slowly inching a finger inside of you before quickly adding another, stretching you deliciously. He pumped his fingers, savoring the way you clenched around him, aching for more. He curled his fingers inside of you, brushing against the spot that had you seeing stars, and you cried out his name, throwing your head back. 

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, grinding yourself against his fingers when he stopped his movements. “Please, Connor.” 

He removed his fingers and slipped them past your lips, making you taste yourself. You ran your tongue over the pads of his fingers as you met his gaze. He used his free hand to undo his belt, the smooth leather brushing against your thighs. 

You reached down to where your hips met, unbuttoning his pants and yanking down the zipper, impatience coursing through you. You released his length from his pants, eliciting a breathy sigh from Connor. You pumped your hand, thumb sliding over his tip and spreading the bead of precum that had formed. 

You aligned him with your entrance and you both groaned as you lowered yourself onto his length, savoring the way he stretched you. You started rocking against him, flushing as the suspension of your car squeaked with your movements. 

Connor gathered the skirt of your dress in one hand and watched as you ground against him. You dipped down to kiss him, reaching up to rest one of your hands against his throat. He twitched from within you, and he snapped his hips to meet yours. 

“So good for me,” you praise, squeezing his throat lightly as he looked up at you, eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open. 

His hands found your clit and resumed the same tight circles as before. You released your hold on his throat as you rocked your hips into his, feeling the familiar heat pooling in your stomach. 

It took no time for your release to hit you, Connor’s length finding the spot that had you moaning his name over and over again. Your release caused you to squeeze Connor’s cock, pushing him to finish directly after you. Connor lifted his hips to meet yours, and threw his head back, letting out a guttural moan. His whole body froze and tensed under you as his climax washed over him. Connor twitched inside of you as you slowed and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

After a few moments, when his eyes still hadn’t opened, you brushed a finger over his chest, relief washing over you when you felt the familiar thrumming of his bioregulator. 

“Connor?” you murmured, tapping his cheek lightly. “You alright?” 

His lashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes, a small smile curving into his features.  “Did I say how much I missed you?” he hummed, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“No,” you mentioned, chucking, “although, I think I have an idea.”

[lassie-loo]

Becoming Human

Tw: Discussion of SA, smut with plot. Loss of virginity basically, robot sex, gentle sex, consent is sexy, Connor likes kissing (a lot), hand holding during sex

Word count: 6,935

Synopsis: Connor's partner, a newer model designed to stay with him at all times and follow his orders, has gotten a glimpse of human desires, awakening something in her she asks Connor to help her with. (Don't ask why Connor has an android, plot reasons)

“Is… this what humans look at often?” You asked in an almost uncertain voice as you stared at the screen of the magazine. Your eyes scanned it, analyzing the photos. The women in the photos looked so… pleased. Satisfied even. Your eyes looked lower, seeing the shafts of the unseen men just outside of the frame of the photo.

You knew that humans engaged in sexual activities but never before have you seen it first hand. Subconsciously your fingers gripped the sides of the screen, the subtle static lingered beneath your fingertips as you held the device. You blinked slowly as soon as you finished taking in the magazine. You knew it wasn't breaking any rules, but seeing such an activity out in front of you with no other purpose besides being material for humans to get off to.

“It is catered towards human men, its purpose is to arouse the viewer hence the position of the woman.” Connor said, stepping beside you as he gently took the magazine from you, swiping it back to the next previous page which was more appropriate, he turned to the desk you had it on and placed it there once more. Your hand was still in the air, shaking your head you placed it to your side.

Your systems were acting up. At least, that's what you thought.

“Yes. Of course.” You responded, looking up at him as he turned back around to face you. Your voice still had the uncertainty in it, you didn't know why you were acting this way. There was a… feeling you had, almost a subtle ache. You… liked it.

Your eyes landed back on his, when you realized he has been watching you closely, his expression remained natural but you can tell he noticed your behavior. “Scanning error.” You responded. Why were you experiencing such strange behavior? You wondered to yourself.

“Understood.” Connor replied almost immediately with a nod of his head. Suddenly he turned around, analytically as he gathered a theory. He walked around the room as cops stood idly, waiting. “The victim had unfulfilled desires, eventually trying to take it out on his own android.” He walked towards the kitchen as you followed behind him, the water that had spilled over from the overflowed sink splashing beneath you. Your eyes wandered to the lifeless corpse of the man slumped against the wall, the bottom half of him slightly drench in water and god knows what. He was barefooted…

“The perpetrator had been doing the dishes when they were attacked.” Connor continued matter-of-fact. “Jesus.” Lieutenant Anderson said in disgust, his arms crossed as he watched Connor closely. You agreed even if you had not said anything.

You looked down at the broken dish on the ground, as you stood there in shock, the feeling you had previously slowly fading away thankfully as Connor carried on. “A fight had broken loose, the victim using force. But failed when he stepped on the glass. The perpetrator had a chance to charge at him, strangling him to death.” He finished. “Self defense.” Anderson stated. “If he wanted a quick fuck he could have gone to a Eden Club for God's sake.” He said, looking at the corpse with disapproval.

“The nearest Eden Club is nearly an hour away Lieutenant Anderson.” Connor explained as you analyzed the scene. It did make sense… but why his own android when he had the women in the magazine?

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Connor sat beside you in the taxi hours later. After more investigation of the scene, it was clear the perpetrator had run off hours prior. Your hand rested in your lap, you couldn't get those images out of your mind. The way it made you feel… but it faded so quickly when Connor had described the situation. They both seemed like the same thing but they also weren't… those women were enjoying themselves, but the perpetrator clearly did not want it. You closed your eyes, trying to forget about it. But eventually you couldn't help it.

“Connor.” You started, turning towards him. He looked away from the window, facing you. The taxi continued driving slowly, the world passing by the both of you but right now it was just the two of you.

“The victims magazine. Why couldn't he use that to… satisfy himself. Why attack an android?” You asked, Connor looked at you. His expression was gentle as he slowly began. “Human desires and feelings become too much for them to handle, and sometimes lash out on the nearest living being even by force.” He explained.

“Desires.” You repeated. “Is that why they engage in sexual activity?”

He nodded. “But there is consent involved, the perpetrator… did not give it.”

You looked at him, you understood his words even if you did not say anything. Funny how you're intelligent in your field but this topic has you rather confused, you turned to look outside the window once more. You knew what sex was, how they performed it, at least you think so. But never have you yourself taken part in it. Other androids have it in their programs but you didn't. Even if you did, you did not like the thought of doing it with a human.

Finally, the vehicle slowed. It drove to the side of the road with the other parked taxis. “We're here.” Connor said, exiting the car and closing the door. You followed him soon after. He walked towards the police station, his steps calculated and with ease. Your head was hung low, you don't know why they programmed you like this. Quiet and obedient to Connor almost like a pair of toys sold separately. You never really questioned it, but what exactly were you to Connor? He seemed to have accepted the fact he now has a partner. No fuss about it…

You finally looked up at the back of his head, when his hand came forward, reaching for the handle you spoke almost immediately. “Connor.” It came out rushed. He seemed taken aback even if he didn't show it. He turned towards you, his voice was gentle and curious as he asked what was wrong, the way he said your name. This… feeling was back again only, more pleasant.

“I'd like to speak to you about something private.”

You say, he was about to speak. You knew it was regarding the case but you simply reached forward. Taking his hand into yours as you guided him away from the door. He followed you willingly, his eyes landing on your intertwined hands. This wasn't usual behavior for you.

You slowed down a few feet away, taking him on a bus bench. You sat down with him following your lead. You let go of his hand, placing yours in your lap as you look forward. Towards the empty street. It was late, not surprising there was a lack of vehicles driving at this hour. He stared forward too. For a long while you two sat in silence, the distant car horns can be heard, and the sound of people talking in the distance but right here it did not matter.

Your eyes landed on a glowing poster on the other side of the road. An advertisement for what looks to be a romantic movie. Not that you cared for that sort of thing but the two people in the poster certainly did. “Those characters.” You started, pointing towards it. “They are kissing.” Connor hummed in acknowledgement. “They are. Kissing is a form of expression of love, whether it's between family or lovers.”

“Lovers…” You repeated quietly. You close your eyes for a moment, before starting. “I would like to try it with you.” As soon as the words left your mouth Connor turned to you. His expression was the same as always but you can see clearly he was taken aback even if he didn't want to show it. “Can you repeat yourself?” He asked, he knew damn well what he heard. He gave you the option to back pedal, but you couldn't.

“Kiss you. I would like to kiss you Connor.” You say bluntly, though your tone remained soft as you stared directly into his brown eyes.

“I've never done so with anyone. I would like to experience it with you. Feel it with you.” You added the last part immediately afterward, your voice remained in the same gentle tone. You saw the subtle purse of his lips as he looked in consideration at you, never breaking eye contact. That was a good sign right?

“I… I understand if you do not agree. I had just wanted to ask at least.” You say finally after a few moments. You felt normal, at least you thought you did. But inside something was happening. Your chest felt heavy, your systems were acting up again. You didn't even notice the way your fingers ever so lightly tightened on your lap. You can feel the soft fabric of your skirt on the pads of your plastic skin, memorizing every fiber. Was this… a human emotion?

You were taken out of your thoughts as Connor opened his mouth to speak, but for once no words could form in his talkative programming. Finally blinking as he glanced down at your hands.

Instead, he slowly reached out and placed his hand on top of yours. His eyes traveled back towards yours, you were confused by his behavior but welcomed it anyway. “I do agree.” He says slowly, in that comforting tone he often uses but this time felt different. The way he said your name felt nice… an unfamiliar kind of nice than the one you felt before. The ache came back but this time it was in your chest. It was the same aching but it was less intense, or maybe more so you honestly couldn't tell anymore.

Your lips formed a small smile as you looked down at your feet as the heaviness in your chest slowly faded, replaced by ease and perhaps excitement though you refused to show that part. Your eyes widened a bit as you felt his hand come up to your cheek, turning your face back to his as he stared at you. His thumb ever so lightly grazed the plastic skin as his hand held your cheek. It came towards your lips, admiring the subtle plumpness there. You couldn't help but close your eyes, leaning into his touch. After a few moments, you opened your eyes, looking at him with fondness and his eyes were the same. Finally he leaned forward, stopping himself midway as he was second guessing. But when you saw you slowly move forward too, he relaxed. The bright colors of the signs on the other side of the road reflected on you two, almost intimately. His eyebrows furrowed a little, have your eyes always been this beautiful? Much to his dismay you close them, but he soon mimicked your actions, closing his blue orbs as well.

Your lips finally met, you didn't know what you were doing. You're doing exactly what the humans in the poster are doing. Experimenting a little, you tilt your head and press your lips forward. ‘Ah that's how.’ you thought to yourself. Connor did the same, moving his head to the other side, his hand was still atop yours. Squeezing it gently as you two discovered how to do it properly. His slightly pink lips felt soft, almost like the skin of a human. Just when you parted your lips to take an experimental lick on his lips he pulled away slowly. Seeming not to notice what you planned on doing.

His LED glowed, slightly flickering but it still remained blue. You two sat there, face inches apart from each other. Connor looked down at you, for once he seemed to be lost for words. He'd like to tell you it felt nice or he was happy to be of assistance. But nothing came. You stared at him, a part of you wanted to lean in again, kiss again. Experiment if he allowed you to. Finally he said your name again, in a soft yet intimate tone. One that a husband would say to his wife.

“I…” he started, never breaking eye contact. “I-” he said with a little bit more certainty in his words, but as he opened his mouth to speak he heard the loud voice of Anderson. You turned around, seeing him standing beneath the orange light of the police station's door. “Connor! Get your ass in here we got a lead!” He announced, turning to enter the building. Connors' eyes widened as he stood up immediately, unfortunately taking his hand off yours. “Of course, Lieutenant.” He responded just as Anderson left the two of you again.

He glanced down at you almost like an apology before walking towards the station, leaving you alone on the bench. As you watched him disappear into the building, your head slowly turned back to the ground again. Your hand came up to your cheek, smiling as you took it in. You kissed Connor. You felt your cheeks start to heat up, which you were certain was not in your program but at this moment you could care less.

You felt the wonderful feeling in your chest as you recounted the way his lips felt on yours just moments prior.

“He kissed me…”

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“Connor…” you say, gently knocking on the door of the motel room. He sat on the desk, the orange glow of the lamp coated him as he looked over the evidence of the case, the room was dimly lit, shadows moving along with Connor. It danced on the wall behind him, creating a distorted but yet beautiful version of reality. You both had to share a room, Lieutenant Anderson insisted on it, he refused to sleep in a room with two androids which did not need sleep. He had a point and you can see where he was coming from. Just for one night…

Finally, he turned to you. Placing down the file as he smiled welcomingly. He greeted you before turning his attention back to the files scattered on the desk.

Your hand gripped the plastic bag in your hand slightly. You had run off to the store across the block of the motel. That kiss you both had shared was beautiful, despite being only a few days ago you could not have stopped thinking about it. You closed the door behind you, locking it which he didn't even seem to notice. It was basic thinking anyway.

You greeted him back, slowly walking towards the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. Watching him from behind as he worked. You closed your eyes for a few minutes. After a while, he finally put the papers back into the document. Your eyes opened as you saw him put it back into the bag he had brought for no use besides keeping it safe.

“Connor.” You started once he was done. He turned around, looking down at you, god you never realized just how tall he was compared to you especially when you're sitting down. Despite his friendly personality, he was intimidating at this moment. He had not seemed to be affected by it, or perhaps he was just as badly as you but does not want to put the mission into jeopardy. “Yes?” He asked, stepping towards the bed as he sat down next to you, at least he wasn't towering over you as much, (though he is still very tall).

“When we kissed… did you… feel something too?” You asked genuinely. He thought for a moment, wanting to deny it, maybe say it was just a malfunction. But he still nodded. You smiled again, before letting out a nervous laugh. The LED light on the side of your forehead turning from yellow to blue once more “That's a relief.” He raised a brow. Relief? That's not an emotion most androids have, but he pushed it aside.

“If you don't mind Connor I'd… I would like to do it again.” You confess. You leaned down, reaching into the bag and pulling out a magazine. His eyes widened a little as you handed it to him. He swiped the page, looking through the contents as something caught in his throat. “I don't understand… Why are you showing me this?” He asked, looking up at you. Still holding as the screen had a woman performing oral sex on a man seen off screen. The calm and collected tone he often used was wavering ever so lightly.

“I bought it… I want to.. do all of this magazine's contents with you.” You say, hesitation evident in your tone but you still pushed through. “I…” He stared, looking through the pages as he saw the positions. You wanted to do all of this? He wanted to ask. “I know it's too much of an ask but when we kissed each other, I felt something. And I'd like to feel again if you'd let me…” You almost pleaded as you looked up at him with a little desperation. “Androids don't feel.” He said bluntly, looking at you sceptically. You felt something inside of you break slightly.

“I don't know what it was, but I know I felt something.”

“No, we are done here.” He said, cutting you off the usual gentle behavior replaced by what can be described as irritation.

“Connor please-” You say as you reach out to grab his hand just as he begins to stand up. As soon as you made contact, he halted his movements. Looking forward, despite his unreadable expression, something was happening inside him. He stood there, he doesn't think he could have stopped what was happening even if he tried. After what felt like hours to him, he blinked a few times. Like he had just woken up from a long slumber which he did not know he was taking. His eyes traveled down to where your hand gently gripped his wrist. The irritation he initially had had been long forgotten, instead looking down at you curiously, you still sat there. Looking up at him with wide beautiful eyes.

He knew that there are most likely many models like you, with your voice and appearance but the android sitting on the bed was one of a kind. He always found you pretty but whoever made you… went all out. You were more than just pretty, you were gorgeous. Realizing he had yet to say anything, he slowly nodded, never breaking eye contact. “Okay.” he simply said. Your desperation slowly faded, seeing the slight reassuring smile on his face. Was he just as curious? You wanted to ask why he had a shift in behavior but he sat down once more. He grabbed the magazine from the side, looking down at it briefly before tossing it to the ground.

“We don't need instructions.” He glanced at you. “Have you done this before?” You asked curiously, tilting your head. “N-no.” He quickly clarified. “This would be my first time ever delving into such an activity.” He explained. You nodded your head understandingly. “It would be my first time too.” You admitted. It didn't feel strange to confess a thing. You felt relieved knowing that you two get to discover this together, treading through the unknown without guidance. “I know the basics, but besides that I would like to experience this with you.” His hand reached over, placing it back on yours. He stared at you with an expression you could not quite put your finger on. It was a mix of fondness and something else entirely.

Suddenly, you were back on the bench. The neon lights that had illuminated the side of his face were now replaced with the soft glow of the lamp. It felt more intimate rather than in a street in which anyone could have spotted you. No Anderson interrupting or car horns honking. It was just… you and Connor.

As if taken by an unknown being, you leaned into him just like at the bus stop. Only this time you knew how to kiss. He did the same, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. Both of your shadows merge with each other in the background. Your lips dance together in harmony for a long while, enjoying the feeling of his soft mouth on yours. His hands came up from yours, cradling your head in them as if you were the most precious thing he'd seen. And in a way you were, to him at least.

Your own hands found their way to his chest, resting there as you felt the fabric of his shirt on your fingertips. He was warm, which was a given considering most androids are designed to be. “Android …” you thought for a split second. It's funny, you didn't feel like an android at least not in this moment, and Connor had completely forgotten about what his mission was. Instead, focusing only on the sensation of your body slowly leaning into his.

You pressed your chest against his, thank god you didn't need to breathe. You doubt you'll ever be able to let him go at this moment. But after a few more minutes, he pulled away slightly. You opened your eyes slightly, still half lidded as you looked at him. “Open your mouth…” he ordered gently, though it sounded more like a request. But still, you comply. You were so used to giving orders, but it felt good to be asked nicely, especially by him of all people and things.

Your lips parted, opening your mouth a little. He leaned in again, placing his lips on yours again. This time, you felt his tongue soon intrude into your mouth. Your eyes widened lightly, you felt him explore the inside of your mouth curiously. His tongue rubbing against your own for a while before he moved it again. Out of intrigue you began moving yours. Playing with his own for a while. You felt his artificial saliva begin mixing with your own. They really went all out on the designs.

His hands gripped your face a little harder, not like your mind anyway considering you're unable to feel pain. But despite it, he eased up a little. As if you were a delicate human so easily injured. Finally, you both pull away. A string of see through and a slight tint of blue saliva connecting from your mouths. He stared into your eyes for a moment, placing a small peck onto your forehead before leaning back again. You smiled a little, like a shy teenager. He placed his own forehead against yours. You both sat there, enjoying the peaceful bliss of the moment. His hand went from your cheers to the back of your neck as he held you there. He marvelled silently at the softness of your hair on the back of his hand.

Your hands remained on his chest, which slowly began to unbutton his white shirt. He let out a small hum, letting go of you as he began helping you. Eventually he sat there with his chest and stomach out. The jacket and shirt still remained, he shrugged off his jacket as you admired his body. He took his time, folding it then placing it carefully on the floor in front of the bed. As he began taking off his shirt, your hands came to his wrists. Holding them in place. “Keep it on… please” you ask in a soft voice. He nodded without a thought. Sitting straight again.

He watched you as you slowly took off your own shirt. His breath would have definitely hitched as he saw your beautiful skin slowly be exposed. You were still wearing the bra that the company had given you when you were first made, it is not like you sweat anyway. You place it on the floor carefully without feeling the need to fold it.

His hand came to your bare shoulder, feeling the synthetic skin. His finger slid off the strap of your bra down your shoulder slowly. But never made a move to actually take off your garment. You close your eyes, letting out a pleased hum, he slowly traced your collarbone. Soon, your hand came up to his. Intertwining your hands, you look at each other. You could feel his energy and complications he was currently facing. You blink slowly as realization hits you. Your feeling what he is feeling, he's allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of you. “It's okay.” He whispered to you. His other hand comes to your chin as he lifts it. You forgot that this was a two way connection for a moment.

“Um…” you started, pulling away from his gentle grip which lingered in the air for a bit. “What next?” You ask. You knew the basics just like him, but to say you knew exactly what you wanted would be a lie. “Perhaps… oral sex.” He suggested. You thought about it for a moment. This was about gaining experience and allowing both of yourselves to feel real sexual intercourse with each other. No human telling you what to do to get them off, no. It was just you and Connor, genuinely exploring this what is seen as taboo activity. Connor stared at you, watching you consider his words. Finally you nodded, a smile forming on your face. “I'd like to do it for you.” he seemed to be genuinely taken aback by this. His eyes widened a little, as he processed what you said. “I… I had assumed you'd want me to- I mean are you sure?” He said with a nervous smile that you returned.

“I want to do it Connor.” You confirm with a nod.

He glanced at your intertwined hands, he knew you could feel his uncertainty. But the look you gave him. That smile was enough to ease him even a little.

“Okay.” He said with a much more calm tone.

His movements were slow as he crawled backwards until his back hit the wooden bed frame. He spread his legs as you began crawling towards him as well. You sat in between his legs, maintaining eye contact with him. You can see the excitement and slight nervousness in his beautiful brown eyes. He was always so considerate towards you. Your hands came to his knees, patting them gently as you leaned in towards him. He leaned in as well, expecting another kiss but was pleasantly surprised when you pecked his cheek instead. But despite it his hands still came up to your face, holding it still as he placed a proper kiss on your lips. You smile against his, finding this cute in a way.

When he pulls away, your hand travels from his knee to his thigh. Your other one going to his bare chest, caressing the flat surface of it. You heard him let out a small noise as you grazed his nipple. “How does it feel?” You ask, looking up at him. “Strange but… welcomed.” He responded, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of your hands on him. You smile again for a moment, studying his expression. Your hand on his thigh trailed upwards, squeezing and rubbing around his groin but never touching it. At least not yet.

Your hand moved around his growing tent to his abdomen, your eyes locked onto it. He was growing aroused. Which wasn't a surprise, you wanted to touch it but resisted. You wanted to study his reactions more. His breathing grew heavy, which wasn't necessary for either of you. As you began moving upwards his hand came to yours. He held it in a gentle grasp, guiding back down as he pressed it against his bulge. “Here…” he almost pleaded looking you in the eyes, not wanting you to continue with this teasing. You continued eye contact, squeezing it softly as he let out a small groan. His hips instinctively move upwards, grinding it against your hand.

“Okay…” you say with a nod, squeezing his erection once more. He let out a small ‘thank you’ as soon as the words left your lips.

His head fell back against the bed frame, closing his eyes as he felt your hand continue its massage on his bulge. His legs spread even more, moving his hips along with your hand every so often. He had never felt anything so unbelievably good before. You study his expression, he looked so pleased right now. You wonder what exactly he was feeling. Out of curiosity your free hand came to his, intertwining it once more. And the moment you connected with him you let out a small gasp. You gripped his hand as you felt the overwhelming emotions. It felt so good. He looked back down at you. He saw your expression of pure pleasure, he bit his lip lightly.

Your reaction during such a moment managed to turn him on even more because he grabbed the back of your neck. Slamming his lips onto yours like a hungry man. You returned it with the same energy, your hand continuing its welcomed assault on his groin. Your tongues both dance with each other in harmony, eventually you grow more impatient sliding your hand down his pants and boxers and grasping his member. He let out a groan against your lips, but still gripped your hands together. Wanting you to feel as good as he did. You pull him out of his trousers, exposing him to the cool air of the room. Not wasting any time your hand started moving up and down, spreading the blue tinted liquid down his shaft.

“F-fuck I-” he cursed, pulling away from your lips as his hand finally let go of your own. Moving downwards he held your other one in his, guiding it up and down as he closed his eyes tightly. Indulging shamelessly in pleasure, not that you minded anyway. His expression and actions were enough to make you feel just as good. After a while, you slowed your hand movements. He opened his eyes, staring at you confused but that faded as soon as he saw you lean downward. He ended his grip, pulling away as he bit his lip. Watching your mouth slowly open and take in his leaking tip.

He let out a small, “a-ah!” feeling your mouth engulf his length down your wet cavern. You stilled for a moment, his cock throbbed in your mouth. You could feel more of his bitter liquid leaking out from his tip. Slowly, you began bobbing your head. Taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust. You heard his soft cries, felt his hands grip your hair. He sounded so delightful. His LED flashed with different colors, the emotions overwhelming but still pushing you downward.

He had no idea just how sensitive he really was, especially in such a situation. But then again he was never in such a position before. His hips bucked involuntarily against you. He wanted to apologize but the words were an incoherent mess as he mewled. You never heard him make such sounds before, it was a pleasant surprise. Having one of the best android detectives beneath you as they make such quite frankly cute noises.

You moaned again to him, closing your eyes as you took him deeper down your throat. Practically swallowing him whole. Thank god you didn't have a gag reflex, you doubt you could take him as deep otherwise. Your tongue moved along his cock, tracing the bottom of it before you moved back. Your mouth was off him, but your tongue remained. Circling the tip of his head, as more essence oozed out. You licked it off, taking his head into your mouth as you sucked. Almost as if you wanted more to come out.

Suddenly you felt his legs clamp on your head, caging you in between. You halted your movements, looking up at him as he covered his face with his hand. “I- I felt something coming” he confessed sheepishly after a few moments, sitting upwards he slowly let go of your head as you pulled away. You nodded in understanding, his wet erection now standing tall in the air between you two. “It's okay Connor,” you reassure.

“Thank you…” he said, smiling at you. Grateful for your empathy. “I'd still like to continue if it's fine with you.” He added soon after. You immediately nodded, returning his smile as you sat straight. “I'd like that a lot Connor.” You say with enthusiasm.

Now it was your turn to lean against the frame. The both of you maneuvered your positions. Connor towered over you, his hands going to each side of your head where your hands rested. He intertwined them once more as you gazed up at him with trusting and vulnerable eyes. Your legs were spread, the skirt and underwear long gone as you laid exposed beneath him. You both remained eye contact as he slowly guided his length to your entrance, rubbing it against it for a moment. “I love you Connor…” you whispered to him as if it was a secret only he could know. He hushed you gently, placing a kiss on your lips once more. He knew you did. He knew the moment you and him intertwined your hands together.

Finally, he moved his hips slowly. You gripped his hands tightly as he entered you. You gritted your teeth and closed your eyes as his expression turned euphoric for a moment. He had never felt anything so good before. You were so warm around him, practically hugging his length in a tight hold. It didn't hurt you thankfully, but it certainly felt weird. You had never been penetrated in such a way. “It's okay…” he whispered to you, repeating your exact words you said to him prior.

It took you a moment. But eventually you relaxed, your stiff body now easing as you got used to him inside you. You opened your eyes, only to find him staring down at you with concern. He smiled as he saw your beautiful eyes open once more. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours again. You smile lightly when he does this. He started moving his hips slowly, entering and exiting you. Coating his member in your juices. You and him could feel what the other was experiencing. Connor could feel himself penetrating you, and you could feel your walls tightened around his shaft. You and him let out soft gasps and groans as he moved his hips.

His scrotum slapped against you, the sounds filling the room every so often. You couldn't believe how turned on you were, he felt so damn good. Like the people who designed you made you especially for him in every way possible. It felt right. Like you were meant to be more than his partner, like you were meant to be his everything. And right now you certainly felt it through his hands. He cared about you so much even if he would not say it verbally. But you could feel it.

He started moving his hips faster, your cries grew louder as you felt him hit your deepest point. He let out loud groans as well as he moved. He had to keep doing this, he would tell himself. It felt too good to stop, he didn't want to. He wanted to be as deep as possible. He wanted you to feel his desire for you, which is why he gripped your hands tighter. You both locked eyes, even if you two were not holding hands, you would have been able to see his desires through his eyes. “Oh Connor!” You cry out as your back arches. He spoke soft praises as he slammed his hips against yours. Crying out his name like it was the only thing you knew or recognized. Like it was a song from the heavens.

The sounds of both of your skin slapping against each other soon halted, he stopped his movements. Your eyes widened as he groaned loudly, practically whimpering out your name as he released inside of you. When you felt his essence spread inside you, the knot that had formed soon broke leading to you yelling out his name once more as you felt pure euphoria wash all over your body. You two stayed like that for a while before you gave up, slumping against the bed tiredly. You felt him fall on top of you soon after. Both of you panting as you recovered from the encounter.

“Oh Connor…” you said once more, this time in a much more calm tone. He lifted himself up, looking down at you with pure admiration. Both of you let go of each other's hands. “I've never felt anything like that before.” You admitted as he sat straight. “Me neither…” he replied. “It was amazing. Absolutely amazing.” He added. Slowly pulling out of you as you sat up straight along with him.

“Thank you Connor.” You say after a few moments of silence. “For what?” He questioned sincerely. “You know… for doing this with me.” You shrugged, sitting against the bed frame. “You could have just left me but you didn't.” You referenced his prior irritation. He considered this for a minute, before looking you in the eyes with a gentle expression. “Well, I'm glad I didn't.” He confessed. You grinned at this, crawling towards him and wrapping your arms around him. You leaned against his shoulder and closed your eyes. He soon returned your embrace, resting his head atop yours.

It was just the two of you here at this moment, no deviants, no insults thrown your way every minute and no case. Just Connor and you.

“Connor…” you say quietly after a while. “Yes?” He asked, not letting you go as you two spoke in soft whispers. “I'd like to do more stuff with you.” You suggest. His head turned towards you in surprise, but it was not unwelcomed. He grinned lightly against you. “Of course…” he nodded in agreement and part enthusiasm as he pulled away to press yet another kiss on your lips which you happily returned.

The rest of that night was a blur. The rest of your clothing was scattered around the room, long forgotten as you two explored each other's naked bodies. Both of you experimented with different positions, first his head was between your legs, lapping at your core like you were the most delicious meal he's had. Then there was you both standing up straight as he thrust his cock in between your thighs, rubbing against your cunt. He was curious at one point, he wanted your head in between his legs yet again this time lower as you stuck your tongue into his entrance. Of which he soon told you he didn't like, not like you discovered something you disliked as well when he had tied your hands above your head with his tie. You told him you hated feeling powerless in such a situation of which he understood. You two only stopped when he was in the middle of thrusting into you, that was until he felt the sunlight find itself through the curtains and blinding him for a moment, your leg was on his shoulder as you laid beneath him sideways. “It's morning.” He had told you, your head turned towards the window. “It is…” you responded in slight amusement.

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You hummed lightly as you both stood in the bathroom of the motel room. Your hands fixed his tie as he watched you. You both made sure to clean yourselves before you left the room. You both wanted to be presentable despite the busy night. You hummed in delight as he let go of his tie. Stepping back and examining him.

“There you are… handsome as always.” you praise with a smile. He turned to the mirror, turning side to side as he analyzed himself. ‘Perfect.’ He thought before turning to you. He looked at your disheveled hair before grabbing the brush on the sink. “Turn around please.” He requested gently as you obeyed him without a fight. You felt his hands thread your hair, slowly brushing it as he ran his hands through it. Uncurling the strands with the brush. You closed your eyes as you hummed. He was so gentle with you, like you were a precious diamond that needed protection. And in a way you were at least in Connors eyes.

Once he was done, he placed the brush back down. He looked down at your hair and nodded satisfied with his work. “I will be waiting for you outside.” He said, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. “Don't make me wait please.” He requested nicely as he turned to leave the room. You smile as you watch him disappear out of the room.

“Oh I won't…” You said to no one in particular as you go to get dressed in your own clothing.

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Yandere!Connor who has hundreds upon hundreds of photos of you saved to his hard drive

Yandere!Connor who’s over the moon at the fact that you’ve been partnered up together for a case

Yandere!Connor who just absolutely needs to be touching you at all times, whether it’s a hand on your shoulder or wrapped around your waist as he ‘guides’ you from danger

Yandere!Connor who follows you around like a lost puppy at the station, cuddling up to you at any given moment but it’s fine. Sure you aren’t getting any work done when he’s around, but he looks so happy as he nuzzles his face against you <3

Yandere!Connor who absolutely adores you and everything you do, it’s why he has actual hours worth of videos of you doing random day to day things.

Yandere!Connor who gets off to you almost every night before entering rest mode, all those videos and photos he takes are really paying off.

Yandere!Connor who desperately fucks himself on his fingers wishing that they were yours instead. He’s almost in tears because he keeps edging himself, telling himself that this is what you would want him to do for being so gross, he’s supposed to protect you not think about getting his pump fucked by you <3

Yandere!Connor who steals underwear from you all the time when he thinks you aren’t looking, it’s a disgusting habit of his he just seemingly can’t get rid of. It’s not like you’re encouraging it or anything, definitely not…

Yandere!Connor whose just so happy that you love him almost as much as he loves you <3

[urlonelystarrr]

ultraviolence | part two

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance & smut

SYNOPSIS → your feelings for connor grew as the android revolution went on, though a new partner makes you question your feelings.

TAGS/WARNINGS → 18+ descriptions of corpses, blood, violence, homicide, child abuse/neglect, creampie, dirty talking, overstimulation, choking, oral(male & female giving/receiving)

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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after working in the DPD for so long, you never could get used to the sound of your alarm blaring at 5:00 am. by the time you arrived at your desk, your limbs were already aching for the warmth and comfort of your bed - the type of tiredness that could only be satiated by a full night's rest (which you didn't get most nights).

to add onto the poor sleep schedule you had, the past few weeks had been filled with an unnecessary amount of paper work, and most of your time was spent sitting in front of the terminal at your desk. in order to pass the time, you'd make frequent stops to connor's desk, only to be yelled at by hank to get back to work. or you would attempt at small talk with nines, to which he always responded with narrowed eyes and a stern look. it was clear he wasn't fond of small talk so early in the morning.

this morning was no different than the last, as you sat at your desk, bored out of your mind. the day had just begun, and the steaming cup of coffee on your desk still wasn't able to replace the extra hours of sleep that you had missed. as if a silent prayer had been answered, you swiveled your chair around to see connor's lovely face, greeting you with a good morning. "good morning detective, you seem to be in a good mood today," he gave a small smile. "all thanks to you," you smile, not noticing the grey eyes across your desk watching the two of you. connor stayed silent for a moment as his LED pulsed amber, and you followed his line of vision to see nines doing the same. "i've sent the case file to rk900, i've just got a report of a double homicide and a suicide," he briefed. "what an amazing way to start my morning," you replied, sarcasm laced in your tone.

"lieutenant anderson is currently supervising an academy student, and since i'm not authorized to investigate crime scenes on my own, i will accompany you today." connor said, hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at you. nines stood from his seat, making his way over to join connor. you took a sip of your coffee before standing up to join the pair, grabbing your keys and heading to the lot.

"what do we know about the homicide?" you asked nobody in particular. unfortunately you had to sit in the backseat of your own car, as nines insisted on driving and connor took the passenger seat before you could. "a mother had murdered her own two children before taking her life. an hk200 reported that he was a witness and is currently at the station giving a written statement," connor turned around to look at you, before turning back around to face the road. "and this happened how long ago?" you asked.

"around 20 minutes ago," nines suddenly spoke, despite being quiet the entire ride. "did the android mention that she had a husband?" nines looked in the rearview mirror to make eye contact with you before replying, "no, however legal documents show that she is married." he pulled into a vacant area near the house crowded by bystanders, police and news reporters. the three of you passed the digitalized 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS' tapes, ignoring people's questions about what had happened. as you entered the home, the three of you split up. as stated in the report, the crime took place in three different areas; the kitchen, the bathroom upstairs, and the last in the children's shared bedroom.

you headed over to the kitchen, where the wife laid motionless at the table, a gunshot wound lodged in the back of her head. part of her brain matter was exposed, and the surrounding area had been decorated in brains and blood. it was a gruesome sight to say the least, but you suspected that it was a little odd position for a suicide. connor stood next to you, moving in front of the corpse and analyzing her body. connor's on sight forensic analysis proved to be quite effective as it saved a lot time, compared to waiting for forensic reports after you had analyzed the scene. his brow furrowed slightly, as he looked at you (not without sampling the blood of course). the weapon - a glock G19, was located next to her hand, along with a glass of wine.

"that's unusual. the exit wound isn't on the back of the head, instead it's in the front. it's a strange way to shoot yourself," connor examined, turning to you for your opinion. "i don't think this was a suicide. i think it might've been a homicide, but we can't say for sure," you replied to his analysis, before leaving to join nines upstairs. connor watched your retreating figure, before reconstructing a possible scenario.

as you walked up the creaking stairs, you took notice of the door that was slightly ajar in the distance. as you neared it, you realized it was the bathroom. you pushed the door open with a foot, immediately noticing the bloodied corpse of one of the children in the bathtub. the water had been drained, leaving the body in a pool of her own blood. the victim suffered three gunshot wounds, one in her chest, one in her right side and the last one in her forehead.

it was sickening to see, but the more you looked the more things you found. the gunshot wounds weren't the only injuries she had, as there were welts scattered across her legs, and faint burn marks on her wrist. the welts could have come from a belt. the sight immediately reminded you of the hk400, the first case you ever worked on involving an android. a bubble of disgust and guilt boiled in the deep pits of your stomach, but you swallowed it and stood up, only to be startled by connor's unannounced appearance. "jesus, you scared me!" you sighed. "i didn't intend to startle you, detective," connor said reassuringly, with his hand on the small of your back. you ignored the comforting feeling of his hand on your back, and moved to the final room, leaving connor to analyze the second corpse.

nines crouched next to the young boy, who didn't look older than the age of eight. he took a sample of his blood, analyzing his DNA like his predecessor. like his sister, he was shot. but forensic analysis suggested he was strangled before. judging by the purplish hue on his neck, it was evident that he'd been choked. "i reconstructed a possible scenario. it seems that the perpetrator came in through the door, and then proceeded to choke the victim before shooting him four times," nines explained, looking at you as you stared at the bloodied corpse on the floor. the carpet had been stained red, along with a stick figure drawing of the boy and his family. a few crayons surrounding the picture had suffered the same fate as the drawing - stained red and broken.

you noticed that he suffered the same marks, which were obvious indicators of abuse. nines and connor had seen it too, the bruises, the burn marks and the welts. "I think the mother might have been abusing her children. maybe she felt guilty after doing this and decided to take her life," your brows furrowed as you examined the room further, noticing the lack of clothes and toys.

"It's likely, as her fingerprints match the ones on the gun." nines said. connor chimed in, adding to nines' analysis. "however, the exit wound on her forehead indicates that she couldn't have shot herself. if she killed her two children, then who killed her?" your brows only furrowed in confusion as you tried to piece together what had happened. judging from their analysis, she couldn't have ended her life. if the hk200 was a witness, then he was lying, because the mothers death wasn't adding up. the husband was also nowhere to be seen, and the gun she used was registered in his name. there was only one way to make sense of this mess, as it had spiraled into something beyond what the files insinuated.

"hello, my name is detective l/n. what's your name, honey?" connor and nines watched in the observation room as you questioned the hk200. "my name is michael," he replied, fiddling with his hands in his lap. connor's brow arched slightly from the pet name, an unknown feeling erupting in him that could only be described as jealousy. "thank you for being cooperative, i understand you've already given a written statement but we'd like to ask you a few questions." you opened the case file, revealing the images taken of the bodies. he avoided looking at the pictures, and looked at you or around the room. the room was designed to be plain and bland, in order to keep the person under questioning focused and not distracted. this allows for them to rely on the detective for any type of distraction.

"what did you do today, michael?" you started off with easy questions to gain rapport, as answering easier questions would put him at ease and he would be more likely to give you more information. you could always scare them into a confession, but that would only escalate the situation and end in a possible destruction. "i did my usual list of chores," he replied. you nodded, "does this include cooking meals?"

"yes," he confirmed. "can you tell me what their mother does? does she help out, or does she rely on you for taking care of the children?" you noticed as he began to shift in his seat at the mention of her. "she left taking care of the children to me, and she'd spend most days drinking." you nodded, "did you have a good relationship with the children?" he took a little longer to respond, his eyes glossy with a type of pain you'd seen before. a look you wished to never see again. but then again this wasn't about you. "yeah, we did a lot together. drawing, playing games, normal things." he sounded hurt, like he was genuinely affected. you felt for him, reaching across the table to offer a comforting hand to him. he put his hand on top of yours, relaxing a little as he calmed down from your touch.

"was she married?" you had asked, despite knowing the answer. it was a simple test to see if he was lying or not. "yes. her husband would come home late and leave early in the morning, so she wouldn't spend much time with him," he explained. upon hearing this, connor did a quick search and was able to find his workplace. it was possible that the husband had left before the crime happened, and would come home to horrible news. "what time does he leave for work?" you asked, and the android replied rather quickly. "he leaves at 7:00am." by the time you arrived on scene, it had been 9:27am, and if it happened around twenty minutes before you arrived, then the husband would have been long gone, meaning the crime would take place around 9:07am.

you pushed a few images of the injuries on the children, waiting for him to look at them. "since you took care of the children, you probably have noticed these marks on them. do you know who caused them?" he visibly stiffened, eyes trained on the images of the marks and bruises. he then stared at his lap, remaining silent. but the look of guilt on his face was becoming more apparent. "i know you cared about those kids. you looked after them everyday. i can see the pain in your face." his brows started to furrow, before he slammed his fists on the table, startling you slightly. nines and connor were quickly alerted by this behavior, bodies tense and ready for anything to happen. "you don't know anything!" he yelled. "i don't, so tell me the truth," you pressed. he stayed silent again, before admitting it.

"it was the mother. she did it," he confessed. "she'd beat them almost every night. one time i tried to stop her but she said she'd return me to cyberlife if i stepped any further."

"then who killed her?" leaning into the table, you watched as he averted your gaze, "she committed suicide." it was evident he cared for those children, and seeing their abuse would become something he couldn't tolerate any longer. it started to make sense, when you placed him in the same position of the perpetrator from connor's reconstruction, it all made sense. she had downed glasses of wine after murdering her children, michael finally had enough, his heart broken over the deceased children - and so he grabbed her gun, and shot her in the back of the head before placing the gun so it looked like she committed suicide.

it seems that he started to realize that you knew what happened - what he did. "we both know that's not what happened." you stated firmly. he quickly shot up from his seat, lunging across the table to knock you to the ground. your chair tipped back, causing you to fall on your back. he was quick to get on top of you, his hands immediately wrapping themselves around your throat, and his skin peeled back to reveal the white plastic underneath. you kicked, and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was too strong. your throat burned as his digits dug into your tender skin, his fingers right above your pulse point. it throbbed wildy underneath his fingertips, only encouraging him to keep his silence.

connor was quickly on top of him, a hand pinning him to the table while michael's hands tried to fight the deadly grip of the rk800. nines quickly pulled you out of the room, and as much as he wanted to deal with the hk200, he knew connor could handle it.

connor didn't say a word, and it terrified the android underneath his palm. he could only stare into the hot rage above him, warnings popping up in his screen warning him of a shutdown. connor had torn out his thirium pump, the tips of his fingers holding onto the pump in his hand. hot blue blood splattered over his fingers and clothing, though that was the least of his worries.

"you're going to talk," connor suddenly said. "you have approximately 120 seconds before you shut down. i suggest that you tell me the truth, otherwise it won't be the other officers you have to worry about. it'll be me." he leaned into his ear, before putting his thirium pump back into place. his forearm pushed him down into the table, preventing him from moving. "i won't tell you." michael sneered. connor said nothing, and immediately grabbed his arm to probe his memory. michael grunted, the sensation feeling like a burn throughout his body as connor searched his memories. that was all the confirmation that he needed.

michael was escorted out, and you found yourself in the bathroom again, splashing cold water onto your face. after all that happened today, you felt like you didn't solve anything. the husband would come home to his entire family gone, and you felt like you couldn't save anyone. this feeling of shame and guilt, you felt partly responsible. it brought you back to the painful memories of the last case, but this time you had connor and nines.

"you should go to a hospital," nines suggested. both of the androids had scanned you again and again, all to make sure that you were alright. "i'm okay nines," you reassured your partner. "nines?" connor joined in, his head turned to look at his replica. "yes, that is the name that was given to me from the detective." nines replied, his eyes locked onto his predecessor. connor ignored nines, and asked if you were really alright. his fingers itched to touch the bruises forming around your neck, but he pushed away the thought and focused on your well-being. "you both don't need to worry. i've been doing this for years," you replied cooly.

fowler had come up to the three of you, his intense gaze locked on you. "you should head home, l/n. we seriously cannot have you getting injured on the job again," he said sternly. connor was about to retaliate, but nines placed his arm in front of him to stop him. they made brief eye contact, communicating silently.

'don't make it worse for her,' nines said. connor ignored him, his eyes locked on yours as captain fowler scolded you while also making sure you're okay. you sighed once he left, running a hand through your hair. "i guess i'll be getting home then," you said to both the androids, noticing that connor looked worried. "let me drive you home, i feel partly responsible for your injury," he said, his hand on the small of your back again. you smiled, trying to mask the way your body responded to his touches. though, you had forgotten that connor wasn't the only one who could read your body, nines could too. his LED circled amber as he scanned you, taking note of how your temperature raised whenever he or connor was around. he bid you goodbye, and watched as you left with connor for the night.

the car ride wasn't awkward at all. one thing that separated connor from nines was the fact that connor spent more time around humans, and he knew how to make conversation easier. the sound of the car engine and rain pattering against the roof put you at ease. detroit could be pretty at night, especially when it was raining like this. "i saw you take care of that android, you can be scary," you laughed. he gave a small smile in response to your laughter, "i didn't mean for you to see that. i apologize if-"

"i'm only teasing you," you nudged his arm with a grin, "it was kind of hot." he cocked a brow, his social relations program helping him differentiate the two meanings of the word. "hot? i don't think cyberlife intended for it to come off that way.." you laughed, missing these conversations with the android. if only hank could supervise academy students forever, and you could have both rk units to yourself. "i'm worried for you detective, it seems that you're putting yourself at risk with these cases. you should be more careful," he looked over at you, his eyes flickering to your injury before returning back to the road. you eyed him as he drove, fighting the smile the threatened to crawl up your face at his concern for your well-being. "thank you connor, but that's kind of my job. i knew what i was getting into when i was training to become a cop. i know the risks, but for you i'll be more careful." it was strange for him, for him to smile without making the conscious effort to do so, for his body to do things that weren't premeditated and forced.

the more you looked at him from your peripheral, the more you saw the differences between him and nines. you never would compare them, but they were so different in personality that it was slightly humorous. sometimes when you looked into connors eyes, you couldn't help but feel like you'd give him everything. his eyes ere so soft, and the only thing you could compare it to were puppy dog eyes, the thought of it making you chuckle, causing the android look over at you. "what's funny, detective?" you shook your head, "oh nothing. i was just thinking about how hard it must be being the most attractive detective alive," you smiled. if he could blush, he definitely would. "it must be an everyday struggle for you then," he replied cheekily.

it wasn't long before he was inside of your house, awkwardly lingering at your front door while you took your shoes off. "you should stay the night, it's raining too hard for you to be going home so late." he nodded, analyzing your home. it was a modern space, decorated with matching furniture but lacking any personalized items like photos. "i'm going to change, i'll be back soon, you can hang out here,"you smiled before disappearing into a different room. he walked over to the kitchen, noticing a pet food bowl, and an orange cat purring as it rubbed it's body on his legs. he crouched down, petting the cat gently. the collar was a light pink, with the name reading 'peaches'.

you returned, only to find him very immersed with petting your cat. you smiled, crouching next to him to pet her. "she seems to like you," you said, fingers accidentally brushing against his as you pet her together. "she's nice, i like dogs and cats." you chuckled, smiling from his pure nature. he was so sweet. "androids don't sleep, do they?" you suddenly asked, after thinking about what he was going to do while you slept. "no, androids don't require things like sleeping or eating. however we do have a 'rest mode' where we temporarily shut down to reserve energy." his eyes were attentive to your exposed skin, as he was used to seeing you in long sleeved tops, and a skirt with stockings. but you were in the comfort of your home, wearing a tank top and shorts. he appreciated the view.

"that makes sense, I think I'd go insane and hallucinate after not sleeping for a couple of days," you replied, moving to the couch where he followed you. he looked cute sitting in your girly living room. his eyes flickered between you and your neck, your tank top revealing more of your neck and chest, which he tried to ignore. "it doesn't hurt if that's what you're worried about," you said, after noticing his LED turn amber a few times. he was analyzing you. "i apologize, i didn't mean to-" you cut him off by shaking your head, placing a hand on his thigh which was impossible to ignore. "that's okay, i know you're concerned. it's sweet connor, I'm thankful for you," you smiled. something fluttered within him, it was the feeling he got when he made amanda happy or accomplishing a mission, just without being literally forced to accept the woman. she was long gone, but that's what he could compare this feeling to. who knows, maybe he just liked being praised. "thank you for being understanding, detective." his thirium pump raced from the sudden contact, his skin warming from the heat of your palm. "please, call me by my name. even in the office. you're my friend," you rested your hand on his shoulder, the urge to just touch him everywhere overwhelming you. "okay, y/n." the sound of your name rolling off his tongue was something that you enjoyed too much.

his eyes were trained on the floor, a pang of guilt welling up inside him from today's events. "i still feel responsible for your injury." you sighed, "connor, it's okay. it's not your fault." your hand moved to his, and you held his hand gently. there it was, that feeling again. he wanted you to hold his hand forever. your thumb brushed over his knuckles, and he gently squeezed your fingers in response. you suddenly got shy, as your eyes avoided his and you slightly warmed from what you were going to ask. "connor?" you asked for his attention, and he'd give it to you, no questions asked. he titled his head slightly, finding it hard to focus when you were holding his hand. it was far more intimate than any other gestures you've given, besides hugs, he might've found a favorite. "what is it det- y/n?" he corrected. "can i hug you?" you smiled shyly at him. it was unusual for you to ask since you'd always just go ahead and hug him (not that he minded), but it seemed like in your personal space and a much more secluded area, you seemed to be more nervous when alone with him. "of course you can, you don't need to ask. is that why you were nervous?" he teased, and you smiled before leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his body. hugging him wasn't what you expected- it was nothing like hugging a mannequin, but it wasn't like hugging a human. he still had the warmth and the softness from his skin, but under that was plastic and metal that made his body feel more firm. almost like how you'd touch flexed muscles, his body was similar to that.

his arms were wrapped around your waist, a little more loosely than yours. he liked the way you smelled, your smell was comforting in a way. as an android, he could register smells, but he didn't experience them in the same way as humans. certain smells are tied to memories, like a home cooked meal reminding you of childhood. yet your scent made him feel a certain way that he couldn't describe, no matter how many times he tried to compute it. it was just a pleasurable feeling. you smelled good all the time, everytime you hugged him he'd smell bright crystal by versace. "i have a question, y/n." he suddenly spoke. you hummed into his shoulder, prompting him to continue. "what makes you so affectionate towards me?" you almost laughed at his question, but it made you stop and think for a second. he could feel your heart race, and he didn't know why, it was a simple question.

"because I like you." you pulled away, looking to see his reaction. "thank you, I like you too. it's a great pleasure to be working with you," he gave a soft smile, not quite understanding what you really meant. you laughed, and shook your head. "I meant I have feelings for you. and it's okay, I don't expect you to return them, but I just want you to know that I've liked you for a really long time now."

his brows furrowed slightly, now understanding what you meant. you were worried, did he like you too? it had been strange for him. to deny his feelings at first, to ignore the increased whir of his thirium pump when you were around, to distract himself from how good your touch made him feel. to try to talk to someone else because he felt the need to be around you all the time. lately he's been more accepting of these feelings, and some of the new urges he's discovered. he's never felt the urge to want to touch someone before, to see you do things that were completely inappropriate. at first, he felt shame for thinking about you that way. but when he came to accept that it was probably normal, it was easier to let loose. his silence made you worry, but he was happier than he's ever been in his entire life. his LED was showing that he was currently processing the information, and he tried to hide how happy he really was. "I have feelings for you too, and I don't think I would've ever admitted them because I was afraid of rejection," he admitted, a soft smile tugging at his pink lips.

him? connor? the deviant hunter was afraid of being rejected by you? it almost made you laugh, because the thought was so bizarre to you. "are you serious? you were afraid?" you teased him back, and he rolled his eyes at your comment. he looked at you, and then your lips. you did the same, hoping that the two of you were sharing the same thought. in an instant, his lips were on yours. it was a completely new sensation to him, since the only thing to touch his lips were his fingers when analyzing DNA, so the feeling of your plush lips against his own was very new. he liked it.

your hand found its way on the side of his neck, and you deepened the kiss by gently pushing him back onto the couch. his LED pulsed a steady blue, even if inside he felt like he was burning up. he'd never felt so hot before, the component that circled cool air into his system working twice as hard to keep him from overheating. your tongue ran across his bottom lip, and he couldn't deny that he really liked that. your tongue then pushed past his pearly whites, and he actually thought he might catch on fire if you keep pushing him like this. his hands ran up the small of your back, and he pulled you into his lap, making you pull away from the kiss momentarily - a string of saliva connecting your mouths. you pulled him back by his tie, your fingers looping around the fabric to loosen it. it started with his tie, then his jacket, and then your fingers were slowly unbuttoning his shirt. he tilted his head back, allowing you to kiss his neck and the middle of his throat, your tongue running down his adams apple.

he was experiencing pure bliss, the feeling of your tongue running against his skin almost burning him from the heat. your kisses started in between his collarbones, and then it led down his sculpted stomach. you were pleasantly surprised by his muscular physique that hid underneath his clothes. through the jacket, you couldn't see much, but now you were able to see how strong he actually was. cyberlife intended for him to be stronger, and in doing so they gave him a lean yet muscular physique in order to be faster and precise. you slowly shifted to your knees, kneeling in between his thighs. you pushed his legs apart, and rested your arms on his thighs, while your fingers played with his belt. his cock strained against his boxers and his jeans as he looked down at you. your palm pressed on his crotch, and he clenched his jaw from the sudden pressure. fuck, you were going to break him.

"shit," he hissed, feeling more of your hand pressing on him through his jeans. it was a first hearing him curse, and fuck did it turn you on. before you continued, you momentarily stopped to ask him if it was okay. he nodded, his breathing becoming heavier as you unbuckled his belt. you pulled his jeans down enough to where his boxers were exposed, and fuck you didn't expect him to be so...big. it was hard to hide your surprise at his size, and you finally knew why he was always in a good mood. he smirked, his head tilting while his hand ran through your hair. you pulled his cock out gently, kissing his tip before wetting the length with your tongue. you made direct eye contact with him while you ran your tongue up the length of his cock. he nearly came just from the sight.

"you're so pretty," you complimented, before taking him in your mouth. the artificial muscles in his thighs clenched from the heat and wetness from your mouth, and he didn't know if he could handle being inside you if your mouth felt this heavenly. he let out soft grunts, making you clench your thighs together. you spit on his pink tip, before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, your hands working up his length. you took him in your mouth again, your eyes tearing up from his tip hitting your throat as he gently thrusted into your mouth. his breathing became heavier, grunting while his head tipped back. you were surprised to feel his fingers gripping your hair, before you realized that he was holding you in place. he grunted one last time, before cumming into your mouth. unlike humans, his cum didn't have a certain taste as it was artificial, yet there was still something delicious about it, and you practically licked your lips clean.

your knees ached from being on the floor, and you were surprised yet again when he kissed you again, this time more hungry. you kissed back with the same amount of hunger, your lust never ending for the android that was above you. you laid on your couch, watching as he placed his hands on either side of your head. it was his turn to be in-between your thighs, and you whimpered feeling his cock press against the outline of your shorts. "i want you just as bad as you want me," he muttered into the crook of your neck, his lips kissing at your jaw and neck. unfortunately you couldn't bruise android skin, but he could bruise yours easily. his tongue licked at your skin, and he began to suck to leave a hickey. your hands traced the muscles on his back, your palms running up and down the smooth skin. "yeah? prove it," you challenged, watching as he nearly tore your shorts off, leaving you feeling exposed.

he was a little overwhelmed by so many urges at once, the urge to break you and leave you begging for him, or to fuck you until you cry. your back arched as he started to kiss your exposed cleavage, sitting up on his knees to squeeze your boobs. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about doing this before. you moaned, watching as he lifted up your tank top and discarded it to the side. he kissed your chest, and you arched your back enough for him to remove your bra. he looked down at you, admiring how pretty you are. "you're prettier," he replied to the comment you made earlier, leaning down to squeeze and play with your boobs. he pushed your hips down from moving up into his, his palms holding you down easily. he decided to do the same, and pressed a thumb against your clothed pussy. you whimpered as he moved his thumb in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure for you to be arching your back.

"my mouth isn't just for sampling dna, you know," he uttered lowly, his lips pressing against your pussy. you felt so hot, your skin burned from every touch. his hands gripped at your thighs, before moving one of his hands to tear your panties off. he didn't know if he could hold himself back, but for your sake he tried. "oh fuck," you whimpered as he ran a tongue up your slit, brown eyes peering up at you for your reaction. your brows twisted in pleasure, as his tongue began to work magic on you. the tip of his tongue swirled deliciously around your clit, before his lips sealed around you. it didn't take you long until you came on his tongue, his middle and ring finger buried deep into you while his mouth lapped at your clit. your abs clenched, your back arching and your toes curling as you unleash yourself on his mouth.

the moans that spill past your mouth are filthy, filling up the room along with the smell of sex. his fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you're forced to taste yourself while you look up at the android above you. he looked so hot, his lips were slightly parted and shiny from being in between your thighs. his hair was slightly messy from you tugging on it, which he didn't mind. how his hair looked was the last thing he was thinking about. all he was thinking about was fucking you until you couldn't take it anymore. you lovingly suck on his fingers until his fingers are stripped of your taste, your tongue grazes his knuckles as he pulls them out from your mouth.

"is this your first time?" you asked, your fingers tracing his jaw and running down his chest. "yeah," his short response made you grin, and you pushed him back into the couch, immediately crawling onto his lap. his dick rests against his stomach, and you guide it back to your slit, hovering over him slightly in order to put it in. he looks down at your hand wrapped around his dick, capturing all of this and storing it into a special area that could only be accessed by him. he was definitely going to look at this later. you slowly sink onto his cock, the both of you grunting from the pressure. he seems to be in pure bliss, his head tilting back, his pretty pink lips parted and brows furrowed. if you could take a picture, you would. you gently rock against him, moving your hips slowly in order to not overwhelm him. your hands rest against his chest, and his hands grip onto your hips as you ride him slowly. you lean down and kiss his neck, adding onto the pleasure he was feeling right now. soft gasps and groans slipped out from his mouth uncontrollably, as he started to lose himself in the feeling of you clenched around him. you started to move faster, a pace that only brought the two of you closer to your end. your pussy wrapped around him deliciously, your wetness dripping down and spilling onto his thighs. he wasn't going to let you have all of the control, though.

it might have been his first time, but he sure knew how to fuck like he'd been doing it for years. he suddenly picked you up, with his cock still inside, and pressed you up against the nearest wall. you gasped, legs and arms wrapping around him in fear of being dropped. "don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you," he murmured against your neck, his strong arms holding you up with ease as he started to pound into you. your head titled back as you pushed your hips into him, his inhuman stamina keeping you up in the air, while miraculously being able to hit the spot that made you nearly scream.

"c'mon, take it, i know you can" he encouraged, his cock hitting that spot that made your toes curl. "cum on this dick, i know you want to," he continued, his voice low and demanding as he leaned next to your ear. it was different from how he spoke at the office, with professionalism and respect. but right now, he was fucking you like he had no respect for you, like he hated you. his pace was brutal, filling your pussy up until you couldn't take it. his cock rested heavy inside you, stretching your pussy out in the best way possible. his hand held you by the throat, while his body supported the weight of yours. "oh my god, fuck," you whimpered, your pussy clenching around his cock before you came all over him. he grunted, gasping as his cum poured into you, combining into a mess on your thighs and his own. he thrusted into you a few more times, enjoying the whimpers that slipped past your lips, the way you begged him to stop, the sound of your voice telling him that it was too much. he pulled out gently, cock dragging against the warm walls of your pussy. a new feeling overcame him as he watched his artificial cum drip out your pussy. you returned to your feet, nearly dropping a whole head as he'd been holding you up at eye length. you truly didn't understand how he was able to do so much. goddamn.

"i have no idea how you're able to hold me up like that," you took a second to control your breathing. he smirked, "my stamina and strength were designed to help catch deviants, though I'd say that I prefer fucking you over the mission." you softly gasped, hitting his arm playfully. "I've never heard you curse before," you giggle, doing a little walk of shame to retrieve your clothing. he mimicked your movements, putting his boxers and pants on first, while you lazily threw on your tank top and panties. you stopped him before he could put on his dress shirt. "I don't usually curse when I'm at work, as it's not professional, but we're not at the police department, are we?" he cocked his head, watching curiously as you put on his grey jacket over his bare upper body. "no, we are not," you smile, stepping back to admire your work. "what is the point of wearing a jacket if I'm not wearing anything underneath?" he questioned, watching as you eyed his body. "it's hot," you comment, dragging a hand down his bare stomach, your fingers tracing over his abs. "i look like i work at the eden club," he replied, not very fond of this look. you giggled, pulling him into you for another kiss.

it might have been the first time in a while that you've felt like you were doing something right. whatever you felt with connor, it felt right. he felt the same as you, he felt like having you in his life was something he wouldn't be able to let go. the two of you stayed like this, not putting a label on things yet, and being content with the things way are. you were happy, and so was connor.

though you couldn't deny the slight feelings of desire that you had for his counterpart. you felt guilty for having thoughts about nines. he was your partner. you felt selfish for wanting them both, and you didn't want to have to make a choice with who you wanted to be with, because that wasn't fair. you weren't saying that nines would even have feelings for you, but the mere thought was just enough to make you consider all the possibilities. what you didn't know, was that connor was well aware of the feelings you might have for nines, as well as him. he noticed the looks you gave, the thrum of your heart if he came too close. he didn't know why, but he didn't mind. he didn't mind seeing you look at nines like that, probably because they had the same face. but also because he wanted nines to enjoy you too. he could tell that nines was having the same thoughts, and if only you knew what was going on in his head. the thought of you being used by both of them was exciting. you don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for.

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AUTHORS NOTE: ur a real one if u get the reference at the end, but I just wanted to say I'm so grateful for all the support that you guys show me ♡ I hope i didnt miss any tags, so pls lmk if i did !! ALSOO i'm so sorry for using y/n. i hate it but i literally don't know what else to put.

[honey-beann]

Positively Mouth-Watering

Connor x Reader (non graphic nsfw)

This is just a little (fairly unedited) blurb about how pretty Connor looks while interrogating a suspect, especially when you have some other less work friendly memories to compare his actions to ;)

Word Count: 1,119

You watched him in a manner that you prayed wasn't nearly as hungry as you felt as he stood behind the woman that he, Hank, and Gavin had been working to interrogate for the better part of three hours now.

His hands were clasped behind him as he glared at the back of the suspect's head, lean thighs brushing together as he paced back and forth in a manner that you were certain was causing the woman he was attempting to intimidate a great deal of anxiety.

But watching from the other side, you found that you were far less anxious and a lot more desperate as time went on.

You watched as Connor leaned forward, and were forced to fight back a shiver at the sound of his voice, low and threatening as he muttered something in the woman's ear, his body bent at his perfectly trim waist and his shirt pulled tight against his torso in a way that had you thinking far too much about the skin underneath it, and how no one else in this room knew the way that this intimidating deviant android, this perfect man, would shiver beneath your hands if only you could run them down his stomach right now. Additionally, you found yourself incredibly stuck on just how overdue Connor was for a few extra "love bites" to further accentuate the spattering of freckles you had all but memorized by now despite how unjustly hidden they were beneath those shirts all the time.

God, was your mouth watering?

You swallowed thickly, hoping with everything you had that neither Hank nor Gavin had noticed the way your thighs had began to rub together unconsciously as you worked to service the ache that was building between them.

You jumped ever so slightly as Connor slammed his hands on the table, having rounded his way back to his empty chair where he remained standing, his side profile in clear view as he continued his well practiced intimidation tactics.

Fuck, Cyberlife had no goddamn business making this man so painfully hot.

You watched closely as his jaw twitched ever so slightly at whatever it was that the woman was or wasn't saying, his fingers gripping onto the smooth metal surface in front of him as he grew more and more frustrated.

'Me too, Con'

You thought, smiling a bit at your own inner voice as you tried to fight off the thoughts on how those fingers might feel if they were gripping you right now instead.

How those fingers had felt at your waist two nights ago, when he'd fucked you tirelessly at his desk after hours. The way his hips had slammed against your own and his lips had sucked marks into your neck that had made you all too relieved that it was appropriate turtleneck weather in Detroit right now.

Unconsciously, your hips rolled up into nothing, and you blushed at your own actions as you fought to regain control over your mind.

But fuck did Connor make that hard.

Because how could you not think about the way those fingers had fucked you so thoroughly underneath the table during the staff meeting last week when they were straightening his tie like that?

How could you not remember the way he had slammed you against the wall of the bathroom the day before last when he shoved his chair in against the table so aggressively?

And how could you possibly sit here and act totally normal when he was standing exactly where he'd stood last night when he'd wrapped those evil fingers of his around your neck and fucked you from behind? His tauntingly seductive voice whispering in your ear in a way that had you melting even now as you remembered it.

You rubbed your thighs together again as you let your thoughts get the better of you once more, only to have to hold back a whine of exasperation when you noted the dampness present there, already soaking through the thin fabric of your panties.

'His favorite'

You thought, swallowing thickly as you recalled the way he'd reacted the first time he'd seen them over a month ago,

"I like these."

He'd murmured as he snapped them against your hip mindlessly, his other hand rubbing small circles into your upper thigh as he did so,

"If I leave them in one piece will you wear them again for me soon?"

And wear them again soon you had, but Connor had yet to actually see them since then.

'Until tonight, if I get my way'

You thought, teeth worrying your bottom lip as you watched Connor smirk down at the suspect, a look of pure satisfaction crossing his features as he stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest before thanking the woman for her time.

And with that, he made his way over to the door, long legs reaching it so quickly you hardly had time to prepare yourself as he stepped into the observation room, where his eyes immediately snapped towards yours, LED briefly spinning yellow as he performed one of his familiarly invasive scans, which only made your cheeks burn hotter.

Soon enough though, that LED went back to its typical steady blue, though you could have sworn that the corners of Connor's mouth had lifted ever so slightly as he'd finished up.

The minutes after this were a blur of questions for Connor followed by quiet hums of understanding paired with the occasional shocked exclamation from Hank or Gavin.

But afterward?

As the two began to discuss their next course of action, you found yourself standing before you could overthink your movements, feet walking you directly over to the android who had caused this whole issue.

Connor looked at you with feigned curiosity and confusion as he tilted his head in that familiarly endearing manner that only served to make you wish you could push that pretty face of his right between your thighs the way you knew he adored.

"Is there something I can help you with, Detective?"

Connor asked, the sound of his voice so close making your knees feel so weak that you scolded yourself internally despite your inability to change your own reactions to the annoyingly perfect man who stood before you.

"Actually Connor, I think I have multiple things that you can help me with. Would you mind accompanying me to the evidence room?"

You asked as innocently as you could manage, watching as Connor's eyebrows rose and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he allowed his gaze to travel up and down your form.

"I would be more than happy to, Detective. Please, lead the way."

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[sharksters]

18+

Connor who knows he’s not supposed to feel this way, the tent in his pants is a new feeling. All he was doing was going through his memories of you, poor thing. Not knowing how to solve his ‘problem’ he ruts up against the hoodie you forgot, that was the closest thing he had of you. He spills all over your clothing making a mess. Guilt washing over him as he looked at what he has done.

[paleepeaches]

Dom Connor x afab!reader (smut)

Warnings: foul language, rough sex, creampie (this is literally my first smut so) 18+ fuckers

“Please, Y/N, please, I’ve been a good boy.” 

You laughed mockingly down at him, continuing your assault. “Connor, being a good boy means having patience. Just look at you.” Your hand tilted his chin upwards, and his brown, warm eyes met yours. They were blown and filled with need. 

“We’re just getting started, and you’re already begging for me to fuck you.” As soon as the words flew out of your mouth, something switched inside Connor. Perhaps it was some sort of secret code, you said, but it caused his eyes to lower into an almost primal stare. He growled hungrily, hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, and in one swift motion, he flipped you over. You fell to the bed with a soft thump, a small gasp leaving your lips. You couldn’t believe the puppy dog android had it in him. Usually, Connor was always the one underneath you. Now, the roles were switched. His interrogation side had come out to play.

He took hold of himself, adjusting the position and moving his swollen leaking tip closer to your clit. You gasped loudly as soon as you felt him. Your hands gripped the bicep of his arm, nails digging into his shirt and faux skin. You whined and withered below him as he rubbed slow, delicious circles over your sensitive nub. You could feel his sticky wet pre cum coat your folds, making a lewd mess.

His head lowered to your ear, his breath fanning over it and causing goosebumps. “Who’s begging now?” His voice was hoarse and filled with mockery. He retracted from you, showing that lopsided grin off to you. He was taking enjoyment in watching you whine and beg. It was an unusual but pleasurable sight for him that made his LED spin yellow. 

“Please, Connor, I need you.” Your voice was small and breathless.

 He chuckled darkly and smoothed your hair out with one hand. “I’m gonna need more than that, Y/N.”

You knew the detective in him wouldn’t be satisfied with a lazy half-confession. He wanted you to spill out how much you craved his touch. He wanted to hear the soft pants and whimpers laced with your words as you told him how much you wanted him to fuck you. It was a new experience for you but one you took with a sense of thrill. You bent for him and opened your mouth again, begging, “Please, Connor, I need your coc-” You were cut off by him slipping his mushroom tip past your folds and into your achingly tight cunt. You moaned, clawing at his bicep again.

“You can do better than that. Come on, I know you can use that pretty little mouth of yours.” He stared you down with a stern gaze. He wasn’t satisfied with your soft, small voice. You knew he wanted more for you to be practically crying out for him. 

“Come on, baby, tell me what you want.” Connor slowly inched his tip back out, and your cunt let it go with a wet squelching noise. You whined, feeling the loss of him inside you. He knew how to make you break, bend and beg. His job was to get confessions, and he always accomplished his mission. 

“Please, Connor! Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl for you!” You cried out, clawing needily at his arm, the one gripping his cock. 

He smirked down at you, enjoying your confession. He was satisfied enough and slammed himself into you. You moaned out, back arching and cunt clamping down on him. He groaned, panting as he felt you struggle to adjust to him. “Fuck, you’re always so tight, baby.”

Bucking your hips up, you struggled to fuck yourself up on his cock. His hand gripped your waist, pushing your hips down and pinning them on the bed below you. “We just started, and you’re already begging for my cock.” He echoed your words, teasing you. He didn’t let you respond and rammed himself into you, fucking your poor sopping cunt. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the loud moans escaping your throat. He noticed the lack of noise quickly, his LED spinning red. His hand gripped your face while his thumb pushed past your lips, invading your mouth. Pressing his thumb on your tongue, he urged you to moan. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear those pretty little noises.”

You obeyed him simply feeling like you’d do anything for him-not that it wasn't the truth. You let yourself go, crying while he plunged himself balls deep into you. His tip kissed your cervix and caused you to wiggle under him, spreading your legs further apart so he could fuck you deeper. “You like that?” He cooed at you. You nodded vigorously, wanting to cry for him to hit it again.

He groaned again, hitting your cervix once more. “Fuck.” The more he snapped his hips into yours, the more wet you got. He could feel your arousal spill out of you, coating his cock and bathing his heavy ballsack. You could feel the thick bundle of nerves inside of you coming undone. Connor could tell you were close by the way your pussy clenched tighter around him, desperately sucking him in. “This greedy little cunt wants to cum?’ He questioned you darkly. 

“Please, please, I wanna cum.” You gasped out, panting from the extreme overdoes of pleasure he was providing you. 

Connor wasted no time and pinned your arms above your head; his other hand slipped under you, gripping your ass cheek. He was ramming inside of you, causing your whole body to jolt violently. Your eyes rolled back, and cries escaped you that you weren’t even aware of. All you felt was his delicious tip bumping repeatedly into your cervix. Whimpers spill from your mouth, and your cunt contracts, clenching down on him as you cum. 

“Shit!” He growls as he feels your warm arousal coat him, soaking his cock. All he needed was to feel the unbearable sensation of your cunt milking him to cum. Hot spurts of his seed pant your insides as he pants heavily. He thrusts sloppily into you a few more times, making sure not a single drop of his cum was wasted. He pulls out and watches his cum pour out of you, stuffing his finger and pushing it back in. 

[tasbcl]

18+

and to expand on my other post. you learning connor has a breeding kink so you take advantage of it whenever you can. you could be making love, so soft and gentle and for once connor feels like he can (sort of) control himself, feeling capable to make you come first for once. but the moment you say “keep going, don’t stop— don’t pull out, please,” something in his system breaks, like you’d said some special word that overrides his coding. he grips the soft flesh of your thighs so hard it almost hurt (but connor could never hurt you), and fucks you until you’re digging your nails into the hard plastic of his arms and crying out. he always commits the sight of your erotic expressions — caused by him — to a special part of his memory bank for later times. when he finally comes in you he practically short-circuits, rendering him stuck and powered off for a moment. when he comes to, you can’t help but tease him for it. it takes a while afterward for his internal systems to cool down, but you hold him to your chest while he does so, and he loves it. he loves you.

[nerd-space]

taking a shower with Connor rk800? he's js all "I don't need to be cleaned" reader is js saying "Shut uppp" and he DOES as soon as her shirt is off. Gets immediately distracted and forgets about actually getting clean iykwim

Imagine thats the first time you see eachother naked oh lord.

oh

my

god

need that.

Him palming at your chest when you guys get into the shower- being like abnormally quiet about it too...

"A-are you.. okay?"

"Yes."

"...okay-"

and then he trails his.. hands.. lower 🤭

and now he's groping at your ass

again.. so fucking quiet still.

until he looks at you and you realize.

his LED.

Its bright pink.

oh? thats.. new?...

You genuinely didn not think you'd be here with a simple shower

he's got you bent over the bathroom sink while his fingers "explore" your cunt

testing what angles get the best sounds out of you..

still. quiet. stupidly quiet.

"J-jesus fucking-ah!- christ are you going to say an-anything?!"

"Yes, stay still."

and noooowww he's "testing" his new cyberlife new additions

he's got your jaw in his hand as he makes you look at him through the foggy mirror, watching your expressions as they change when he periodically thrusts deeper on purpose, finding your sqeaks and furrowed brows to be unlocking a feral side of his programming...- something humans experience.

MMEHDJWKJD AHHHH want thattt!!!!

[gogogodzilla]

day 21, spitroasting

gavin reed x reader x connor (rk800) warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, face fucking, rough! Connor, role play, blowjob, dirty talk, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, the psych major in me is showing kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You knew that after the android revolution, your work at the Detroit Police Department would increase tenfold. You knew that you’d have to spend more late nights at the precinct. What you didn’t expect was the toll it took on your sex life. You’d barely seen Connor, let alone touched him. 

Connor always offered to stay late with you and help wherever he could; he didn’t need sleep after all. This time, however, it was you who offered to stay with him. Connor sat at his desk, eyebrows furrowed as he went over his case files for the umpteenth time. You reclined in your chair, stretching out your achy muscles. The bullpen was empty except for the two of you, everyone else had the sense to leave while they still could. 

“Why don’t we talk it out?” you suggested as you stood from your desk and wandered over to his. 

He looked up at you as you sat on the edge of his desk, and you shrugged. “It might be helpful to act out your investigation rather than just having all the details rattling around in your head,” you suggested.

“How could we act it out?” Connor questioned, still a bit uncertain. You pursed your lips, thinking for a moment. 

“I can pretend I’m the suspect, and you can interrogate me. Maybe hearing what we know from someone else will help you find the missing piece?” 

He nodded, before standing. His expression was soft as his gaze met yours. It’d been forever since it’d been just the two of you. 

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Let’s get to work.”

Connor handed you a data pad with all his case files which you scanned as you walked to the interrogation room. This case had multiple victims, all male androids and all models previously used at the Eden Club. The victims were in various states of mutilation. They also weren’t killed in the spots where they were found, though, and there was little physical evidence. You furrowed your brows. All of the victims had a red lipstick mark on their cheeks. 

The chair in the interrogation room scraped against the floor as you pulled it out. Connor allowed you a few moments to look over case files before you began. 

“Maybe you should cuff me,” you suggested before quickly adding, “Y’know, since I’m a deranged killer going after androids.” 

Something flashed behind Connor’s eyes before he stood and rounded the table. Instead of the cuffs attached to the table, Connor removed his own off of his belt. 

“Hands behind your back, Doctor,” he said against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you. Your breathing quickened and excitement flowed throughout your body. 

You obediently clasped your hands behind your back and felt the cool metal of the handcuffs wrap around your wrist. The room was silent except for the clinking of the handcuffs.  

Connor returned to his place across from you, opting to stand. He paused for a moment and then he turned his gaze to you. 

It was as if the man you knew and loved disappeared and was replaced with the cold-blooded deviant hunter he was known as. He stared intensely, and you shuddered under his watchful eye. 

“You understand the gravity of this situation, don’t you?” he asked, his voice calm. 

“Yes,” you replied, keeping your response measured. The suspect was obviously smart and had all the makings of an organized killer. They wouldn’t break with one severe look. 

“Good, let’s begin. Does this look familiar?” he questioned, sliding his data pad toward you with a picture of the most recent victim. 

Your eyes flicked to look at for a moment before returning to his brown ones. “No. Doesn’t ring a bell, detective,” you sneered. 

 “Really? Because you were seen by multiple witnesses visiting the scene of the crime,” he countered, raising a brow. 

It would make sense that the suspect would return to the scene of the crime or get involved in the police work. Although, androids were different than humans. Did they have that innate desire to see the carnage they’ve wrought? 

“I live in the area,” you shrugged. You knew it was unlikely that this killer would make the mistake of striking too close to home, but the way Connor was looking at you had you scrambling for excuses. 

He hummed before turning off his data pad and setting it aside. “Can you explain your whereabouts during the time of the incident, then?” 

You met his gaze, steeling yourself. This suspect would be smart enough to keep their cool under pressure. You had to be too. 

You leaned forward onto the table, allowing Connor a perfect view down your blouse. “Tell me, detective, what do you plan on doing if I don’t cooperate?” you asked, a grin spreading across your features. 

“I’m programmed to adapt to various situations and interrogation techniques. I could make you talk,” he answered, leaning in closer. 

“Aiming to find my weak spots, detective?” 

“I don’t have to search for those,” he responded, the corners of his mouth turning up. 

“Let me out of these cuffs and we could make this interrogation much more interesting,” you lowered your voice to a sultry whisper, meeting his gaze. 

He straightened, the smirk he donned earlier long gone, “Unfortunately, I believe I may be just your type.” 

“So, you’ve got me all figured out, huh?” 

Connor nodded, before rounding the table once again.  He hooked his hands under your armpits and pulled you into a standing position. He kicked your chair away from you.

 “I’m still waiting for a confession,” he whispered against the shell of your ear before bending you over the interrogation table. 

It was slightly embarrassing how much this turned you on. You were completely at his mercy. He was steady, as always, behind you, and you could feel his hardening length pressed against you. 

“You’re giving me exactly what I want,” you remarked, glancing at him over your shoulder. 

His hands had begun to wander; one moved upward and began undoing the buttons of your blouse while the other popped the closure on your pants. 

“I’m told I’m very persuasive,” he purred as he unzipped your pants and dipped a hand into them. His fingertips brushed against your clothed core, and you let out a soft gasp. 

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck as he teased you through your underwear. Your quiet moans were quickly turning into desperate pleas, begging for him to just fucking touch you. 

His free hand kneaded your breast, running over the lacey front of your bra. When that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled your bra down, exposing your front. Your nipples hardened against the frigid air of the interrogation room, and he rolled one between his two fingers. 

“Please, Connor, I promise I’ll be good and give you whatever you want,” you whined, pushing your hips against his. 

 He tsked before removing his hold on you. “Since you asked so nicely,” he praised before hooking his fingers into the sides and yanking your pants, and underwear, down to your ankles. 

He slid a finger through your now-dripping folds, and you bit back a moan. Your slick quickly coated his fingers and he dipped a finger into your entrance before sliding back up to circle your clit. You didn’t doubt there’d be a wet spot on his jeans from you canting your hips against his. 

A groan escaped both of you as he slipped a finger inside you that was quickly joined by another one. He pumped them slowly, and small whimpers left you. You were close to falling apart on his fingers with the way he was winding you up. 

The clinking of his belt buckle was music to your ears and you involuntarily clenched around him. You turned your head and watched in the two-way mirror as Connor stroked his cock with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. 

You let out a high-pitched moan as he pushed inside you inch by inch. You’d never get over the way he stretched you so perfectly every time. Eventually, he bottomed out, and within moments you were moving your hips, begging him to move. 

Mercifully, he obliged you and snapped his hips against yours.  He rested his hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed against the table, as he rutted into you. Your wrists dug against the handcuffs and you wriggled against his thrusts. Goosebumps covered your skin as your breasts pressed against the cool metal of the table. 

He bent so his chest was pressed against your back and whispered against your ear, “Why don’t you show Detective Reed how well you take my cock?” 

Your gaze lurched to the two-way mirror as Connor began pounding into you, and your cheeks burned under Gavin’s invisible gaze. The wet sounds of your heat combined with the moans that pushed passed your lips filled the room. What the hell was he doing here? You were a bit too preoccupied to care.

“You like that he’s watching?” Connor hummed, smirking. “Do you want him to join us?” 

You nodded fervently, as you involuntarily clenched around Connor. The mental image of Gavin joining you driving you wild. 

“Please, Gav,” you begged as Connor slowed his brutal pace, nearly bringing tears to your eyes. “Need you, please, please, please.” 

You jumped as the door to the interrogation room slid open. Connor leaned forward and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at Gavin as he entered. 

Gavin palmed himself through his jeans as he neared, cheeks flushed and eyes alight. He cupped your cheek with his free hand and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Missed this mouth, sweetheart,” he murmured as he undid his jeans and released his length, allowing it to bob freely in front of your face. Your mouth watered as you watched him stroke himself. Connor straightened and gripped your ass as his strokes deepened, making your back arch. 

You stuck your tongue out over your bottom lip and looked up at Gavin, inviting him in. He slapped his cock against your tongue, teasing you. The whine that left you was borderline pathetic, and Connor’s grip on you tightened. 

Gavin was quick to indulge you and slide his cock passed your lips. You ran your tongue over the tip, moaning at the taste of him. Connor pulled out of you except for the tip before ramming into you. The force of his thrust sent Gavin’s cock deeper into your mouth, and you gagged slightly as a few tears formed.

“Jesus, tincan. Take it easy,” Gavin hissed, swiping a thumb across your cheek as you recovered, bobbing your head slowly. 

Gavin ran a hand through your hair, tugging it slightly as he pulled you closer. Connor’s pace increased as he rocked into you, hitting that spongey spot inside you that had you moaning around Gavin’s cock. 

You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your cheeks, allowing Gavin to use your mouth as he pleased. He groaned as he matched his thrusts to Connor’s, one pulling out while the other was pushing inside you. 

“Feel so good, sweetheart. Almost like this pretty mouth was made for me,” Gavin praised, his thrusts becoming sloppier. 

Connor reached a hand around you to rub tight circles around your clit. You let out a breathy moan and pushed your hips back his, forcing him impossibly deeper inside you. 

It took almost no time for you to come around Connor’s cock. You squeezed around him as your orgasm washed over you. Gavin grunted as your moans sent vibrations down his length. Both men continued to rut inside you, riding out your high. 

Gavin is the one to reach his peak first as his grip on your hair tightened, and he stilled as he came down your throat. You greedily slurped up everything he gave you, but still, some dribbled down the sides of your mouth. He pulled back slightly to give you room to breathe, but you keep your lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Gavin whined as you lazily bobbed your head, milking him for every drop. 

Connor followed immediately after, almost as if he was waiting for Gavin. His hips stuttered against your own, just as the aftershocks of your orgasm diverged dangerously close to overstimulation. He buried himself to the hilt as he twitched inside you, the thick ropes of his cum coating your walls. 

Gavin pulled out with a shuddering breath as soon as Connor came, watching as the android detective filled you to the brim. Eventually, Connor’s thrusts slowed to a stop, and he slid out of you. His cum dripped down your thighs, and you whined at the emptiness. 

Gavin lifted your chin and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You eagerly returned the kiss, savoring the way his lips felt against yours. A small part of you secretly missed that. 

He pulled away, “You did good, sweetheart.” 

You smiled at his praise, and he tucked himself back into his jeans. He spared a glance over his shoulder at Connor as he made his way to the door, “See ya, tincan.” 

Connor uncuffed you, and you stretched your arms as he helped you get cleaned up.  Once you were situated, he pressed a kiss to the inside of each wrist, frowning at the marks the cuffs left. 

You ran a hand through his hair, “Did you enjoy yourself?” 

“Immensely,” he quickly answered. “Human relationships are still confusing to me. Does this complicate your feelings toward Detective Reed?” 

“No, I love you, Connor. That was purely physical,” you responded as you took his hand in yours. “Have you solved your case?” 

“Yes,” he grinned, “I had it solved as soon as you started flirting with me.”

You rolled your eyes before standing. “Let’s go home,” you said as you dragged him toward the door.

[hawkinshorror94]

Obsession

The detective lived in a house on the corner of 3rd and 2nd. It had 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, nice for Detroit's standards. Her bedroom faced the abandoned house next door, thus she always left her curtains open.

The android could see her through the window, his processors, zoomed and focused in, watching and waiting. She lay on her bed in a prone position, a hand ghosting over her clothed cunt, the other pinching a perked nipple. Despite the distance Connor could hear the little gasp you made as your hand slipped over the lacy material. He found his own hand finding its way to his crotch, palming himself over the dark slacks.

The real show had begun now, his enhanced vision allowed him to see the fingers slowly twirling around your clit. Slow and deliberate, edging yourself oh so deliciously. Your pussy was so pretty, a small patch of hair on the mound and from his view it was already oh so creamy. Last week he'd watched in envy as a random hookup buried his face between your legs, a privilege. Connor longed to be able to twist his tongue inside of you to feel you gush all over his face. The thought made him blush and pull his cock out.

He spit into his hand and began stroking himself as he watched you slide the pink vibrating toy past your wet folds. Connor gave himself a squeeze and matched the pace at which you fucked yourself. Slowly, stretching the pretty muscles of your tight cunt out, Connor couldn't imagine a prettier sight and he saved it to his hard drive. When you quickened your pace, he did his too stroking himself hard feeling a building deep in his plastic body.

As much as he wanted to cum, he wouldn't, not till he could really be inside you. Feel you grasping at his shoulders and pulling him in closer. Maybe riding him with your head tossed back, breast bouncing in his face, God how he wanted to fill you full. He imagined his cum would look so pretty leaking out of you. Connor stopped himself right before his demise, but he focused on yours. He watched as your hips rose from the bed and your thighs quivered. The noises that filled Connor's auditory processors sounded heavenly. A mix of moans and gasps and with a strangled fuck, his view was cut off. Your legs closing around the toy as the throes of ecstasy overtook you. After a few minutes you threw the toy aside and sat up, face still blown with pleasure and hair askew.

For a brief second, Connor could have sworn you saw him. Could have swore that your eyes flicked in his direction, hiding away in the bathroom of the abandoned house next to yours. But you hadn't. You stood up and moved to the bathroom out of his sight. Connor smiled one day, you'd be his, but until then, this would have to suffice.

This is not the best, but I wanted to put it out there. This was inspired by some audios that @connors-cumsock released.

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Cockwarming with sub!Connor Rk800?

Connor loves cockwarming!!! Giving or receiving he doesn’t care, he sees it as a win-win because that means he could have your cock inside him while he gets work done. Or at least as much as he can before asking you to fuck him <3

Receiving

As stated he sees cockwarming as a huge win. He gets to have your cock in him AND he gets to work, absolutely no downside whatsoever…he’s fine with getting his work done for the most part! It’s just the second you start gently fucking into him and claiming to just be ‘adjusting’ is when he starts to lose his composure. It starts off small at first, small whines here and there, gripping the desk a little too hard, but then it turns into full blown moaning by the time you’ve stopped pretending to be adjusting and start fucking him in earnest. He looks so fucked out while begging for you to cum inside him, to completely ruin his insides. And now what kind of person would you be to ignore him when he’s asking so nicely?

Giving

Connor isn’t keen on giving as much as he loves to receive but he isn’t opposed to it at all! He finds it so hard to focus on anything that isn’t you though, as you slightly grind against him, he’s holding a near death grip on your waist to stop himself from moving too much and distracting you from your task. It’s much easier to make him crumble when he’s giving, the slightest movement makes him buck his hips in an attempt to bury himself deeper. he loves the feeling of his cock inside you <3 and after a bit he’ll definitely start begging to be allowed to fuck you properly. Once you finally let him, he’s moaning out ‘thank you’s and and pleads for permission to cum, he wants to fill you up so bad <3