“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”
Conner overhears Gavin talking about what you might be like in bed and gets jealous.
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“Conner?” You hummed, your voice light as you tried to get his attention. He was currently scanning through files, lost in his own little world. His grey eyes quickly moved from his computer to you.
“Yes?”
“Can you get me another coffee? Pleaase? I’ve finally got a system of doing this paperwork and I just want to power through and finish it. Please?” You gave him a playful pout, hoping that would be enough to break him.
“Fine.” He breathed, standing up and reaching across the desk to grab your mug. For someone who could be so cold and rude, Conner was so easily swayed by you.
Conner made his way to the break room, minding his own business as he began preparing your third coffee of the day when he heard Gavin and another detective chatting across the room. About you.
“What about Detective Y/L/N? What do you think she’s like?” The other detective asked and Conner’s ears perked up at the mention of your name. What could they be talking about?
“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.” Conner felt himself tense. They were talking about how you would act in the bedroom. It made Conner angry that Gavin was thinking about you like that and the fact that he was pretty spot on made him even angrier. You and Conner had started seeing each other almost immediately after he became deviant, but you kept things professional at work. You were a newer and younger detective and just trying to get into the groove of things before you’d have to be the center of office gossip, and Conner had no problem with that. Until now, of course. He wanted Gavin to know you were his and that if he ever spoke about you like that, he’d break all of his fingers.
“The things I’d love to do with her..” A part of Conner knew he should be professional and calm and ignore this, but he just couldn’t. He turned swiftly, walking over to the table Gavin and his friend were currently at.
“I’d like to inform you that Y/N is quite the kinky little thing…for me and me only. She loves it when I take her home, pin her down, dominate her, make her cry with pleasure. She’ll do anything to please me, she begs for my touch almost constantly. Don’t ever think she’d sink so low to even do so much as look in your direction. She is mine.” The complete shock on Gavin’s face made Conner feel pretty smug, and before Gavin had the chance to say anything, Conner made his way back to your desk.
“Hey, where’s my coffee?” You frowned, looking at Conner in confusion.
“Come with me.” Conner mumbled, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind him.
“What? Where are we going?” You were confused, what was going on? Why did Conner seemed so pissed off all of a sudden?
Connor suddenly stopped, opening a door to an interrogation room that was rarely ever used. He pulled you inside, pressing you up against the wall and looking down at you with hungry grey eyes. You opened your mouth to say something but before you could Conner’s lips were on yours, his large hands cupping your face. You whimpered faintly, confusion quickly becoming replaced with arousal. You didn’t know what had gotten into him and a part of you knew that someone must have noticed him pulling you away from your desk, but at the moment you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“You’re mine.” Conner growled, finally pulling away so you could breathe. He moved his mouth to your neck, kissing and nibbling at your sweet spot, causing your legs to feel a little weak. His hands roamed your body, grabbing your hips and pressing himself against you so that you could feel the hardness in his pants.
“Conner…” you moaned quietly as he pressed himself against you, pulling away from your neck to look you in the eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, even though he was sure you didn’t.
“No. Please, don’t.” You whined and he smirked, feeling his pants getting even tighter at your begging.
“What do you want?” He purred as he leaned towards your ear, biting gentle on your earlobe and reveling in your small gasp.
“Anything, Conner, please.”
“You want me to fuck you? Right here? Just 15 feet from everybody else?” Conner asked, pulling back again and grabbing your chin firmly so he could stare into your eyes.
“Yes, Conner, please. Please fuck me, I need it. I need you, please.” You begged, knowing that this would drive him insane. This is what he wanted. Conner groaned quietly at your response, pulling you from the wall and guiding you to the table in the middle of the room.
“We have to be quick, before someone notices we’re gone.” He said, a brief moment of his usual logical demeanor shining through. “Bend over.” You quickly turned your back to him, bending over and pressing your torso against the cold metal table. Conner tugged at your pants somewhat desperately, pushing them down far enough that they wouldn’t be an annoyance. Conner licked his lips, taking in the view for a moment. Seeing you bent over the table like this, so desperate for him..it was something he could look at ever.
But you were getting impatient, squeezing your thighs together and squirming. “You’re so eager.” Conner purred, quickly undoing his belt and pushing his pants down. He positioned himself behind you, pushing into you somewhat roughly. You let out a small gasp as he groaned deeply, gripping your hips tightly as he set out a steady, rough pace.
“Fuck, Conner!” You moaned, curling your hands into fists as pounded into you relentlessly.
“You feel so good, pet. Always so tight and so good for me.” Conner grunted, giving a particularly hard thrust that made you gasp. “So desperate for my cock, aren’t you, pet? I could fuck you all day long, make you cum so many times you wouldn’t be able to handle it.” You let out a louder moan and Conner smirked. “You’d like that, huh?” Another hard thrust that made you gasp.
“Yes, Conner, God..” He could feel you clenching around his cock, he knew you were getting close. He leaned over you slightly, pressing a hand against your back as he tried to get a little leverage. The room was filled with gasps and moans and Conner knew neither of you could hold out much longer.
“Take my cock so good, pet. So good. All mine.” Conner muttered before moving a hand around your hips to reach your clit, starting to rub it quickly as he felt himself start to get closer. You were a moaning mess beneath him, but now you seemed completely overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Conner!” You moaned out as you tensed up around Conner’s cock, your toes curling in pleasure. Conner followed immediately after you, letting out a low groan and stilling for a few moments before he sighed, slumping over a little bit. You panted lightly, trying to regain your breath. After a minute or so, Conner pulled out of you, smirking to him self as he pulled up his pants and you did the same. You stood in silence for a few moments before you looked at him.
“So what the hell was that about?” You asked, your breath still uneven.
“Gavin made a stupid comment about you..” Conner muttered, feeling the anger start to build up in him again, though it wasn’t nearly as strong as before. You couldn’t help but smile a little, raising your brows.
“You got jealous?” You couldn’t help but snicker at this and Conner’s head whipped to look at you.
Summary: Jealous/Protective Connor being jealous over reader’s close friend. Events lead one to another.
Pairing: Connor X Reader
A/N: Yikes you guys, this took forever… I’m so sorry… Also life is crap xD so I had to deal with that… I’m so sorry that this took forever to write but you guys pleaded for a finale so I couldn’t say no! This is my first time writing smut, and I can tell you that I’m not good x.x Hope you guys enjoy and can look over the mistakes!
You were propped up against a giant pillow on the hospital bed, pulling a face as you stared at the hospital gunk that meant to be dinner, laying in the tray in front of you. You unappetizingly poked it with a fork, trying to will yourself to eat but your brain and tongue refused to cooperate. Sighing with defeat, you placed down the fork and stared out the window that you were nearby. There were only a few cars that rhythmically flashed in and out of the streetlights, as the busses hummed and sent the last workers the comfort of their home. You could hear the quiet buzz of the night life in the hospital outside your room. It was a pro-android and pro-human hospital that accomandated everyone. Like all hospitals, it was dustless, blinding white and smelt of bleach.
It had been a few days since the incident of the terrorism at the restaurant. After tending to you, Connor had left the ambulance to fulfill his job as detective whilst you were sent to the local hospital. Your mind had been whirring with complicated emotions whilst physically, it felt like you didn’t know your body anymore. The doctors had checked you out and reported that they had found several broken ribs and a concussion of sort, leaving you with no choice but to recover at the hospital for a few days until they had allowed your release.
Connor hadn’t checked in on you since you were admitted. You suspected that he was busy with Hank with the restaurant investigation but it hurt when the older, gruff lieutenant had walked through the door alone, bearing flowers and the stuffed Sumo doll. If Hank had the time to visit, then where was Conner?
You had timidly asked why Conner hadn’t called or visited and all Hank said in a sour tone while he pulled up a chair beside you was “Even Fowler couldn’t say anything to me, fucking classified Cyberlife shit or something.”
Trying to not look so disappointed, you had nodded and smiled, moving on from the subject. However, Hank wasn’t fooled and had smiled sympathetically, patting your hand. “I’m sure he has his reasons, kiddo.”
[F/N] had also came to visit, only suffering minor burns from the “accident.” They had wholeheartedly apologized, blaming themselves that you were in this state.
“If I hadn’t came back, this wouldn’t have happened,” their voice had cracked, eyes tearing up. “Seeing you on a hospital bed…”
You had shook your head and pulled them into a hug. “I was the one that had asked you for dinner out, I’m sorry.”
They came to visit you often, rescuing you from the hospital gunk with take-outs and such. They tried their best to keep you smiling, cracking jokes and sharing more stories. You enjoyed their company but your mind was somewhere else. Or…should I say, onsomeone else. The one that was missing.
Connor.
You felt quite irritated, if not dejected. The longing and aching slowly turned into anger and resentment. He had said all those things to you and yet he hasn’t shown himself for a follow up. It felt as if he was playing you. But it was Connor… The sweet, supposedly innocent android that took every joke literally. You didn’t think he was capable of doing playing with people’s hearts.
An android nurse with dark hair and light blue eyes entered the room, knocking lightly on the door as he did. “Housekeeping,” he quipped charmingly. “How are the ribs doing tonight?” He was assigned to be your personal nurse to assist you with your recovery; making sure that you fed, wound was cleaned and that dirty bandages were changed every few hours or so, etc…
You turned to smile at him. “Hey Caleb, they’re better.”
Caleb glanced at the untouched food that lay on your lap and sighed, picking it up. “You can’t always not eat the things we provide, [Y/N],” he chided. “Your bones need it to recover.”
You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at him. “Thanks, mom… It’s not like you need to eat this stuff.”
He laughed and set the tray aside before turning expectantly at you. “I am extremely sure your mother would have forced fed you. Lift up your arms.”
You were always so flustered whenever he had to disinfect the wound and change your bandages. Whenever it was time to get them renewed, it meant that you’d have to take off your hospital gown and expose your entire torso to him. Sure, he was a professional nurse, but all androids were free and deviant which meant they were more human than anything. You hated feeling vulnerable, even to a professional. You reluctantly lifted up your arms as he carefully lifted the gown over your head. The bandages were wrapped from around your shoulders, chest and stopped just above your belly. You shivered as the sudden brisk night air crawled over skin. Caleb placed the gown on one of the chairs beside the bed and began rummaging through the medical drawers. He frowned and looked at you apologetically.
“Sorry, [Y/N],” he said with a sheepish grin. “I need to go fetch more bandages from the storeroom.”
You pouted at him as he quickly left. You flomped back onto the giant pillows and stared and the polystyrene ceiling, sort of enjoying the feeling of the cold, smooth bed sheets against your hot skin. You pulled the sheets closer to your chest. Ugh. Being injured was such an inconvenience; you could barely move without wincing. At least the bones were mending and the gash was kept disinfected. While your mind drifted off into the void, you heard the door slide open again, sharp footsteps echoing against the tiles. It must be Caleb returning with your bandages.
“That was quick,” you quipped.
You turned your head to your nurse only to find that it wasn’t Caleb. Her back was turned so you couldn’t tell who it was. She was wearing a hospital gown, skin sickly yellow and had long, messy curled hair. The woman was twitching weirdly, causing nausea to rise from your stomach.
“Uhm… Hello?” you greeted warily, propping yourself up with your elbows but keeping the blankets up to cover yourself.
“No witnesses…” she whispered.
You frowned. “Excuse me?”
The unknown woman turned slowly. Her eyes were clouded, white and wild. They were very unfocused as they darted left and right. Her mouth was slightly parted open and you could see a bit of froth edge from the corner of her lips. She suddenly pointed at you. You realised that hand was holding a scalpel.
“No witnesses!” she hissed, her twitching becoming more violent.
You had to quickly rack your brains. You won’t about to die half naked. She had to be one of the patients from the rehab ward that took in red ice users. Only red ice would be able to explain her symptoms and psychotic outbreak. Whilst holding the blankets to your chest with one hand, you held up the other as if to reassure her.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you breathed slowly. “Like you said, no witnesses. It’s just us two.”
The woman took a shaky step towards the bed, scalpel still gripped in the air. “They know!” she screeched “You know!”
You swallowed, trying to keep your voice soothed and steady, as if confronting a wild animal. You just had to keep her calm until Caleb returns.
You shook your head. “No, I don’t. I don’t know anything. No one knows anything.”
Suddenly, the door slid violently open causing her to jolt and scream as she rushed towards you. She was right on top of you when a hand grips the woman’s wrist, stopping the scalpel from right above. She was violently dragged away from you and pinned against the wall as her arm twisted painfully behind her. The scalpel dropped onto the floor, echoing sharply on the tiles.
With crisp brown hair, Cyberlife uniform, and a composed form (even when restraining the struggling and screaming attacker), it was the one and only RK800 series Connor. You stared at him, your blood pumping with adrenaline. He doesn’t look at you, instead focusing on the hysteric patient. One hand was holding the twisted arm to her back and another held a gun to her head.
Connor gritted his teeth as his eyes narrowed harshly. “It would seem that you have been indulging yourself in too much…fun,” he growled. “You should’ve picked another room.”
Was he going to shoot this poor lady? She was in rehab for a reason; it meant that she needed help. “Connor!” you called out to him in desperation. “You can’t shoot her.”
He doesn’t even turn his head to acknowledge you. He huffed in frustration and you can visibly see his jaw tighten. “Call your nurse, [Y/N].”
You quickly jabbed the emergency button by the headboard. In panic and concern, Caleb had rushed into your room with his hands full with rolls of bandages. He opened his mouth in question but immediate stalled in shock after seeing Connor and the patient by the wall. He quickly set the bandages on the drawer and protectively stepped in the space between you and Connor. Connor’s lips thinned as he studied Caleb. The woman had stopped struggling, quietly crying to herself. He pulled her away from the wall and threw her into Caleb who stumbled as he caught her by the arms. The detective straightened up and adjusted his tie as he glared at the nurse.
“Take her back to her ward,” Connor ordered sharply. “If this happens again…I will not hesitate to shut this hospital down.”
Caleb nodded silently and guided the disturbed patient out but not before glancing at you apologetically. As the door clicked shut, Connor turned to you, sighing in relief.
He walked closer to your bed and reached out to brush softly against your cheek. “You’re safe now, [Y/N].”
His eyes were full of concern, warmth with a tinge of a plea. You searched them with your own, filled with shock from the incident but also how he had coincidentally arrived just in time. You suddenly felt anger as it shot through your chest to your head. Feeling your face grow hot with fury, you slapped his hand away.
“Where the hell have you been?!” you scowled bitterly. “It’s been a week and oh wow, suddenly you think it’s okay to just show up unannounced?!”
Conner tilted his head in puzzlement. “Are you angry that I just saved you?”
On good days, you’d think that his head tilt habit was adorable and quirky, but today was not that day. It made you even more irritated and the fire you could feel in your veins were probably more than enough to burn acres of forests.
Rolling your eyes, you threw your hands in the air. “I had it all under control,” you scoffed. “I didn’t need you to come and screw everything up. I’m not a goddamn damsel in distress, for crap sake. And plus, who are you to send me to a hospital and not even check on me for days, or even let me know if you were okay and-”
Conner cleared his throat loudly, interrupting your passionate rant. “[Y/N]…”
You noticed that he was avoiding eye contact, averting his eyes to anywhere but you. His cheeks were rising with red as he shifted uncomfortably and stiffly on the spot.
“What?” you spat.
The Android briefly glanced at you, scanning for a second before he blinked away again. He cleared his throat again and hesitatingly gestured in your direction.
“Y-you…” he stuttered. “You might want to cover yourself before reprimanding me.”
You froze in realization. No. Way. These things only happened in drama series or movies. Your pulse quickened and the rising heat on your cheeks increased by 30 degrees. You looked down and he was indeed correct. With your wild gesturing all over the place, the blankets had fallen onto your lap, leaving your chest bare and open for everyone to see. Or in this case, for Connor to study and admire. You had forgotten that your hospital gown was removed for fresh new bandages. You let out a small, embarrassed yelp before you scrambled to cover yourself with the blankets, burying your hot face in it. Oh my God. Nooooooooo…. You whined in your head, mentally beating yourself up. You heard Connor let out a soft chuckle, making you feel even more awkward.
Scrunching up your face in the sheets, you muffledly barked. “Shut up and go away…”
Before Connor had a chance to say anything, Caleb had returned from his expedition, not looking too pleased. He stood by the open door and crossed his arms, glaring at the detective.
“I have rectified the situation,” Caleb informed, offering a forced smile. “You are required to kindly remove yourself from the room so I may tend to my patient.”
Connor’s face visibly soured and his nose twitched into a subtle snarl. It was that software error again. The one that made him do strange things and scare [Y/N]’s friends away. He tried to self-diagnose quickly but the “feeling” is already overwhelming him. He really didn’t like the idea of someone else touching you. Okay sure, he was your nurse and had taken care of you whilst he was gone but… It was still someone else. But now that he was back, Caleb isn’t needed anymore.
You watched Connor warily as he took a slow step towards the nurse. It looked like he was going to assert his dominance again.
The Android detective towered Caleb who stood his ground but a little shakingly. Connor’s voice lowered dangerously.
“Thank you, sir, but I will take it from here,” he growled softly.
Caleb tried to stand taller, about to argue back. “Mr C-”
“Caleb, it’s okay,” you firmly interrupted, desperately not wanting a fist fight in your hospital room. “He will know what to do.”
You gave your nurse a remorseful look before he nodded respectfully and left the room, clicking the door closed behind him. You buried your face into the blankets again, unable to look at Connor. After awhile, you heard him shuffle around the room and felt the edge of the bed sink as he sat down. You lifted your head slowly as you felt his hand along with a type of fabric gently press against your exposed back.
Connor was smiling at you gently. “It would seem like I am always patching you up.”
You blew air through your nose in disbelief, turning away from him. “You did kick out the nurse.”
You shuddered slightly as you felt Connor work his way achingly slowly with the bandage from your back to your chest. His hands were brushing ever so softly against you. He was sitting so closely, that you could feel his warm breath against your cheek and neck. You could see his pulse by the nape of his neck, quickening slightly. His brown eyes were looking down, but you could see that they were unfocused and filled with a certain something. You could see his pores and the small imperfections that Cyberlife gave their androids to make them more convincingly human. His front curl hung loosely by his forehead. Goosebumps were rising, giving away the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You felt yourself lean closer to him, closing the proximity between you. Your face was just inches away form his. Much to your delight, he responded by mirroring your movement as your thighs pressed against his. His LED flashed yellow. You could hear his breathing become heavier, his chest rising and falling in slight uncertainty, matching your own. Your eyes were filled with longing as you tried to search his downcasted ones.
You gasped as you felt his thumb brush against your nipple, sending a sensitive jolt through your body to your loins. Connor’s jaw tightened as he swallowed uncomfortably, body almost desperately looking for more contact as he leant in further. He was still holding the bandage, wrapped from your back but he was hesitant to cover your chest. He couldn’t avert his eyes from the beautiful sight in front of him. Humans were amazing, and this specific human in front of him was beyond anyone else in the world. You were beautiful, breathtaking and it drove him mad.
His eyes traveled from your chest, to your collarbones. He thought they were delicate and angled and molded perfectly to your form. He returned his eyes to your breasts, allowing his thumb to brush against the sensitive spot again, clearly enjoying the whimper that escaped your throat. Dropping the bandage, he cupped one of your mounds, softly squeezing and weighing it in his hand. It was so soft, smooth and just…so satisfying to hold.
He looked up at you, his eyes filled with that plea and passion he had held the other night. You returned his look with your own, trying to communicate that you needed him. Without a warning, he clumsily smashed his mouth into yours. He couldn’t take it any longer. He needed to make you his.
You moaned into his mouth as you feel his grip on your one breast tighten. Your loins were tightening and you could feel it wetten itself with desire as his tongue pried your mouth open, fighting and curling against your own. His lips were so incredibly real. Kissing him felt like eating a peach that riped perfectly at that moment. Soft and sweet. Connor moved himself until he was nearly on top of you but not quite, not breaking the heated tongue wrestle. You whimpered slightly as he shifted to suckle on your lower lip. The air was filled with breathy moans and lots of shifting in the sheets.
You brushed your hands through his locks, pulling his head to the side, exposing his neck. You were about to attack but Connor stopped you, gently grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into his lust, clouded eyes.
“No,” he breathed. “You don’t do anything.”
You gaped at him in confusion. “Wha-”
Your moaned loudly and your hands fell to grip the sheets as he unsuspectingly reached and rubbed his fingers against your sex through the gown. It reminded you how the hospital gowns were so easily accessible from the down under. You were essentially wearing a crappy dress. The detective tutted, shaking his head and smirked.
“Be a good girl,” he purred as he gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. “You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”
You bit down hard on your lower lip, pleading with your eyes. You shook your head obediently. Connor nuzzled against your nose, closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. You smelt amazing… He didn’t know what it was but your natural smell stirred a beast inside of him as he savored it.
“Wait wait, Connor,” you panted, suddenly regaining a bit of your senses. “We are in a hospital. What if Caleb comes in? ”
The detective gave you a coy smile and leaned in right next to your ear to nibble at you ear lobe. “Well then, he is more than welcome to watch,” he whispered, sending shivers through your whole body. You closed your eyes and bathed in his scent and presence. He trailed kisses down your jawline, stopping to bite at your neck. You took this opportunity to softly knead his crotch with your thigh. Oh surprise, surprise, Cyberlife didn’t miss out a single part in their androids; there was definitely something there… And it was big… He gave a breathy groan, eyes flashing passionately but angrily at you. He growled loudly causing your heart to accelerate.
Connor let go of your wrists and threw aside his jacket. You just laid there in awe, afraid to move or disobey. You were his now, under his influence and command. You may not be used to being submissive and obedient… But it seemed that Connor was in a dangerous mindset at the moment. You were slightly afraid but mostly turned on.
He suddenly laid beside you, causing you to look at him in puzzlement. Propping himself on one elbow, he gently cupped your face with the other hand. He stared deeply at you, searching for you.
“Unbutton me,” he ordered firmly. You swore it sounded more like he was begging.
Without hesitating, you hoisted yourself until you were straddingly him. You pressed your sex against his trapped crotch, causing him to buck up into you. Immediately working on his buttons, you let the cloth fall open, unraveling his perfect body. You loved it when it was pristine white and vulnerable but this was fine. He was slowly trailing both hands down your body, tracing every curve and shape but carefully avoiding your wound. He let his hands rest on your hips whilst yours fell to tracing his chest. He pushed up against you and you gasped. The goddamn hospital gown was open from underneath, leaving you to feel every pressure through your underwear.
Connor grinned cockily. He bit his lower lip and raised an eyebrow. You stared at him in disbelief. This android…enjoyed torturing you. Get a load of that.
To punish him for taking you as an easy being, you swiftly unbuckled his belt and pulled both his pants and undergarments down, his cock springing free. Good lord, it was a sight. Throbbing and bouncing in the air, your eyes widened at the sight of a trophy. Seriously, Cyberlife, so much detail? Your loins pulsed and pleaded at you, wanting to ride it. He was about to protest but it was replaced with a stuttering moan as you stuffed your mouth with his member. You grinned with your mouth full. Serves him right…
You dragged your tongue all over his cock, wettening it with your saliva. Taking in all his essence, you bobbed your head slowly, torturing him. He was completely in your control. His body was both limp and stiff as you worked your magic around his trophy. You gently grazed your teeth against it, causing him to suddenly raise his hips into your mouth. He whimpered your name as you moaned, allowing him to feel the vibrations in your throat.
It was as if at that moment Conner realised that the tide has turned and he had to turn it back. He was under your control and he had to take control back, to let you know who the alpha male was. He pulled you up and out of his cock, as you let your mouth pop away. The Android gripped your wrists and twisted you firmly until he was on top of you. You yelped out in surprise, letting yourself fall back onto the bed. Luckily, Connor knew the best way to wrestle without hurting your injuries. He reached under and ripped away your underwear with ease. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t control your hastened breathing. You felt hot and your sex was just burning with so much desire. You pleaded him.
“Connor, please,” desperation leaked from your mouth.
Connor licked his lips, looking down at you as if predator looking at prey. His eyes were full of hunger. “Just because you asked so nicely.”
He guided his cock into you, pushing in slowly. It was bliss. You nearly cried out in pain and pleasure as he penetrated you. He doesn’t even let you adjust, pulling it out and pushing it in again. He grunted, eyes hooded and mouth agape. It was great that Cyberlife had a euphoria response in androids. It was even more amplified as a deviant.
He picked up speed, and you felt his throbbing member inside of you. You were so tight around him, slipping and sliding as he pounded into you. You whimpered out his name, begging him to go deeper and faster.
Suddenly, there was blinding white and then you spilled all over him. It was the limit for a Connor too.
“[Y/N]!” he cried out, allowing his systems to overheat as he came. It was absolutely intoxicating.
He collapsed on top of you, trying not to crush you with his weight. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you pressed your forehead against his. Conner nuzzled against your cheek, inhaling you all over again as if he was scared you would disappear.
Androids were thought to be amazing at a lot of things, to do hundreds of things better than any human could; you were sad to find out Connor was no better at taking off a bra than any other person.
Warnings: SMUT, swearing, weird moments where I try to explain the anatomy of a robot idk ? Also with female!reader
Word count: 2400
A/N: Oof sorry this took so long guys ! I hope you find it worth the wait, thank you for all the encouragement, ily guys <333
“I think I’d rather cash in that rain check Y/N.”
If it were physically possible for a person to dissolve into a puddle, you would have done it before Connor had even finished speaking. His hands splayed over your stomach and held your back against his chest, all of the contact was making your head whirl.
In a good way, though.
“Oh,” You breathed, mostly to give you a bit more time to think up a response. “a rain check? I don’t remember making any of those.” You played dumb, hoping it wouldn’t deter this confidence Connor had picked up.
Feeling his breath on your cheek made it difficult to focus on what you were saying, but somehow you managed.
“I’d better spark your memory then, don’t you think?” Connor honestly had no idea what he was doing, but every reliable source in his database was telling him to do what felt natural, and judging by your increasing heart rate and temperature, he would say it was working.
His hand went up to your chin, using his knuckle to pull your lips closer to his but leaving a tauntingly small space between them. In all of the near death experiences, all of the missions and chases and fights he’s been in, he’d never felt so exhilarated; like life was seeping through every fibre of his synthetic body. Is this what being human meant?
“Wait.” You pulled back slightly, eyeing him down so intensely he thought his fuses would malfunction. “You licked a lot of blood today, if we kiss am I gonna get a mouthful of copper?”
“My mouth is installed with a saline solution that disinfects regularly, it functions similar to saliva. It’s something I can turn on and off, but I do it after every sample.” Was it weird to be attracted to him even when he spoke in such a robotic way? You guessed knowing if it was wouldn’t stop you from loving it.
“Well shit, better get back to sparking my memory then.” Connor spent a second searching for any other hesitation in your face but he came out empty handed. With a little tilt of his head he closed the gap, more than happy to finally kiss that smirk off your lips.
Just like everything else about him, it was perfect. Well, almost. Because you were faced away from him your neck had to twist a little too much to properly connect your lips, so you turned around in his arms and brought your hands up to play with his hair. A quiet sigh left Connor, one you absolutely had to hear again.
You were about to pull back and say something snarky about needing a little more of a reminder but he seemed to read your mind before your lips could even leave his. Connor had so much adrenaline running through him he almost felt shaky, and though he knew there was nothing in his program to allow any of this, he couldn’t really care.
His hands went from your sides to your ass, pulling you even harder against him.
“I knew you were an ass man.” You had to say it, but you also needed to kiss him more, so when you told him your lips brushed his with every syllable. It felt… intimate to Connor. He liked the thought of sharing the air with you, it made him feel attached to you in some way.
“I think it’s just your ass I’m interested in.” His voice emulator dropped an octave and it sent something shooting right through you. You could die happy if that voice was responsible.
And then his hands slipped down to your thighs and hauled you up, wrapping your legs around his hips and taking a couple easy steps to your bedroom. You guessed you shouldn’t have been surprised with how easy it was for him to carry you, but you were. You kissed him again to prove it.
Connor set you down on the bed, looking like he planned on laying your down and crawling on top of you, but you had an entirely different plan. You grabbed his tie with one hand and placed the other on his shoulder, taking an extra moment to rub your thumb over his collarbone and hear that sigh again. Then you pulled him down and pushed his shoulder back, twisting you two around so his back hit the mattress and you were straddling him.
“Can’t let you have all the fun,” You taunted when he looked up at you confused.
He would’ve put up more of a fight before you pushed your hips down and sent his circuitry ablaze. His hands flew up to your hips and his head fell back against your bed, sparing you a jagged breath. Combined with his blinking yellow LED, he was a real sight. You thought it might be the prettiest thing you’d seen, so you took a moment to make sure you’d remember it.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want Connor.” You whispered it against his skin, leaning down to kiss across his jaw and tangle your fingers in his hair. It looked good when it was this messy.
The way you said his name made his thirium pump hammer, he could only imagine how good it would feel when you were moaning it. He pushed your hips down again and tried to memorize the little hum you spared him. Between that and the warmth of your lips against his jaw, it felt like he was infected with a logic virus; though he was okay with keeping this one.
“You. I just want you.” He breathed, sliding his hands up the curve of your back, your sides, your ribs. He wanted to feel all of you, every curve and groove and scar. He wanted to know you, in the way not everyone was so lucky to know you.
“Then I think we need to lose a couple layers.” You smirked, tugging the knot out of his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. “And in case you were confused before, this is how I imagined you being in my bedroom.” You ended the sentence by taking off your own shirt and basking in the way Connor was looking at you. Like there was a fire behind his eyes and he was looking to devour something with it.
Before that point he had been more than happy to let you take control of the situation, knowing he’d enjoy it just as much no matter what position he was in. That was before he realized what you would look like with him on top, whimpering his name, telling him how good he felt, clinging to him like he was everything.
“Funny, when you said that I imagined something more like this,” He didn’t even need to preconstruct a way to get you on your back again, you were completely vulnerable to him right then and that might’ve been what he loved the most about this. Trust.
Before you’d gotten your bearings he was kissing down your neck, grazing your collarbone, making his way to the top of your bra. When he got there he locked eyes with you and smirked – yes, Connor was smirking up at you. Your heart stopped beating for what felt like forever.
“Can this come off?” He pulled one of the straps with his finger, teasing it off your shoulder. A large part of you wished it had come off a long long time ago.
“Better try it and find out.” You sat up enough for him to reach behind you and unhook it, taking the chance to steal another kiss from his soft lips.
Androids were thought to be amazing at a lot of things, to do hundreds of things better than any human could; you were sad to find out Connor was no better at taking off a bra than any other person.
After a painfully long minute of trying, he huffed out in frustration and dropped his head onto your shoulder dejectedly, you couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Hey it’s ok, I can’t even get it off half the time.” You smiled gently, planting a kiss on his forehead when he looked back up at you. He had that feeling again, the one that convinced him his wires were supercharged and made his whole body tingle.
You reached back and took your bra off easily, tossing it across the room.
Connor looked over every inch of you, trying to decide what he wanted to do first. Everything he came up with sounded better than the last, so it was a difficult decision. Ultimately he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip before sliding his fingers through the hair on the back of your head and pulling you in for a hungry kiss. The tongue-tangling, lip-biting kinda kiss you were really waiting for.
Before you knew it both of your pants were laying on the floor and your legs were wrapped around Connors waist, pulling his hips into yours.
“I have one more stupid question,” You said breathlessly, tugging his hair hard enough to make him moan and also pull his mouth off of your chest. He looked up curiously, his fingers quickly replacing his tongue on your nipple.
“Hm?” He made it a little hard to focus on anything other than his fingers and the fireworks they sent under your skin.
“Do I need to grab a condom? Can you cum?” Connor planted a couple more kisses on your breasts before coming back up to your eye level to answer.
“That was more than one question.” He teased, smiling at the face you made before trying to reply, but he didn’t give you the chance. “If it makes you feel better you can grab one, but I can’t get you pregnant and I don’t have any STI’s as far as my diagnostics can confirm. My program lets me have the same sensations as an orgasm but I guess I don’t physically cum, no.“
You didn’t really have a response to that so you nodded and used your legs to pull him into you again, tracing your fingers down his stomach before hooking them into the waistband of his underwear. You felt like that was answer enough.
And he got the message, because he grinned down at you again and tugged your panties off, laying a few kisses on your thighs as he did. He tossed his own underwear on the ground before he came back to hover over you, dragging his fingers lightly over your core just to watch your reaction.
“Hey, tease me and you’d better expect to get teased back.” You threatened, but it fell flat with the way you squirmed under him.
“Then I can’t wait for you to tease me.” He remarked, dipping a finger into you and reveling in your moan. He added another and watched as your hips bucked off of the bed, then he played with the speed he pushed them into you.
“Fuck Connor,” His thumb brushed over your clit and your entire body felt like it was ready to erupt. “I’m so close."
"I want to try on more thing before you cum, is that okay? He pulled his fingers out of you before you nodded, then tugged your leg over his shoulder. His tongue was on your clit for all of ten seconds before the knots in your stomach unraveled and you were calling his name into the otherwise quiet room. Connor’s hand held your hips against the mattress while he licked you through your orgasm, turning the sparks shooting through you into explosions.
He kissed his way back up your body as you caught your breath, hoping his memory storage would never corrupt because he didn’t want to forget any of this. You could taste yourself on his lips when he kissed you again.
Connor had a strange effect on you, even though you were satisfied you weren’t. Not until you had made him feel as good as you just did, though, at this point you couldn’t be bothered to tease him back.
"I think I’d like to take a rain check on teasing you.” You suggested, fingers gliding over his abs. Connor gave you a little sort of chuckle, and you were kind of in awe at the sound. He’d never laughed before, not around you anyways.
“And what would you rather do?” “I plan on giving you the ride of your life.” You weren’t even sorry for making the pun, and he knew that. You flipped around one more time, using your hands to pin his shoulders down. With an easy motion you were sinking down on him, enjoying how full he made you feel. Your moans tangled in the room like smoke curling off a fire.
“You feel so good Connor,” You moaned and he needed more, more of you, more of this feeling, just more. His hands rested on your hips and he used them to push you down harder, making you tilt your head back in pleasure. His hold was almost hard enough to bruise, but he was careful not to.
You raked your nails over his chest as he thrust into you, inviting your second climax to start building. His moans were mixed jumbles of your name and swears he probably picked up from being around Hank so much, but it was the prettiest thing you’d heard in a long time.
It didn’t take much for you to be thrown over the edge again, Connor joining you almost immediately afterwards. You liked the way his lips parted and his brows furrowed when he came, it was something you would’ve loved to see again sometime. You were too worn out to do what you normally would’ve – roll off him and lay on the bed – so instead you leaned down for a short kiss and then snuggled into him like that.
Connor really didn’t mind, he was more than happy to wrap his arms around your frame and run his fingers over your back soothingly.
“You know, I didn’t actually think we’d get to this point.” You mused quietly, nuzzling your nose into the hair by his ear. He hummed in agreement before voicing the question that was on both of your minds.
Mayerine 