For Leonixon,
whose main requests were for biting and dirty talk in a sex scene. Kinda went a bit overboard, but hey, in this context that's not exactly a bad thing :'D
LOVE YOU, GIRL, I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY GIFT!
Warning: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT.
Explicit chapters will henceforth be marked in the chapter index with an (E) and they will also contain a warning in the notes at the beginning.
PLEASE NOTE: Reader is AFAB (Assigned female at birth) in this chapter, aka reader has a vagina, but pronouns will still be gender-neutral.
This particular chapter runs on the headcanon that after the revolution, Kamski developed more updates and upgrades for androids which allowed them to feel pleasure and have interchangable sex organs because OF COURSE he did lmao.
Amorous
Connor really wasn't as subtle as he thought he was.
Between the blatant ogling and flirtatious little actions that the android seemed completely sure were inconspicuous, it was really no mystery what kind of thoughts were going through his mind when he should have been focusing on finishing his latest case report. His eyes consistently wandered away from his desk terminal towards you, waiting for you to catch sight of his flagrant leering in your peripheral vision, and then when he knew he had your attention, he'd do something teasing like brush his fingertips over his exceptionally shiny lips and make vaguely obscene gestures with his tongue - where did he even learn that!? - and you would be lying through your teeth if you said it didn't affect you.
Luckily, you were able to hide your budding excitement behind amusement, because as discreet as the android assumed he was being, you couldn't help but realise that Hank had definitely noticed Connor's suggestive actions, and was glaring at him with the kind of reproachful attitude a father might give his teenage son upon finding him tiptoeing through the front door at 3am after he'd promised to be back by midnight.
You raised your eyebrows at Connor, darting your eyes over to the disgruntled lieutenant and back to give the poor android a clue, and Connor followed your glance and promptly performed a double-take. His demeanour shifted immediately the moment he became aware that Hank had witnessed his indecent actions, and his hand slipped away from his mouth and into his hair sheepishly as he forced his attention back to his terminal, making a solid point to not even look in the direction of the old man.
Connor endeavoured not to be so obvious after that, choosing instead to offer his proposition by pretending the two of you had to go over some work-related items after the end of your shifts.
"Detective, do you wish for me to assist you in reviewing our case files this evening?" was the android's cunning way of asking 'do you want me to come over after work and leave your legs shaking from the multiple orgasms I intend to give you?'
Connor couldn't have been less subdued if he tried. Hank knew you didn't have any outstanding case files that needed reviewing, he knew because you'd already sent them all to him to appraise before they could be forwarded to Captain Fowler.
"Yes", you responded anyway, all too conscious of Hank's dubious expression from beyond his terminal, "I will require your assistance-" the android smiled, "-we can take my car, I'd like to get those files assessed sooner rather than later. Oh, and you might want to stay the night?" You weren't even trying to be cautious.
"Of course. I'm sure those files will keep us up quite late-"
"Oh for fuck's sake, just say you're banging so we can all get back to work, please", the lieutenant groused, and you heard Detective Reed almost choke on his coffee from across the room.
"They're what!?"
You didn't know what was more surprising - the fact that Hank had just up and said that, or the fact that Gavin honestly hadn't noticed.
It was kind of Connor to offer to drive the both of you back to your place, especially given you had other things on your mind and probably wouldn't be entirely sufficient with concentrating on the road. Connor seemed determined to get you home as quickly as possible, no doubt feeling the thrum of anticipation rise a level higher with every rotation of the tyres; however excited he was, he kept his expression neutral and his eyes dutifully ahead, knowing that behind the wheel would be a bad place to mess about.
You hadn't gotten the memo.
At some point, your hand found its way to Connor's thigh and you leaned towards him, your voice brimming with faux innocence, "When we get to my house, I want you to fuck me so hard into the mattress that I'll be feeling it for days." You accompanied your words with a meaningful squeeze of your fingers.
The android's reaction was so slight, but it spoke volumes, and you could read him like an open book. His eyes widened a fraction, his lips parted so that he could draw air more easily into his artificial lungs to aid in cooling his systems, and his legs inched marginally apart - all clear signs that your actions left him titillated.
You moved your hand further up his thigh, a soft but audible gasp escaping his lips as you reached the juncture between his legs - it pleased you very much to know he had already engaged his pleasure sensors - and when your fingertips grazed his crotch, the android spoke firmly, "If you continue to do that, we won't make it to your house."
Something about the deep inflection of his voice made you think that he wasn't kidding; Connor may very well have been fully prepared to pull over and fuck you right there in the passenger seat, but you weren't thrilled at the prospect of scrubbing questionable stains out of the car's upholstery the next morning, so you heeded his words and let up - but not before giving him one last bold grope.
He unsuccessfully attempted to stifle the sharp breath he emitted, and you sat back in your seat, delighted to have such an effect on him. You were sure he'd repay the favour just as soon as the two of you walked through your front door, but it felt good to drive him wild after he'd been doing the same to you all day at work.
There was an eagerness in his step when you finally did arrive home, and you witnessed the tightness with which Connor exited the car and walked up to your doorstep - the walk of a man who was trying desperately not to seem overly keen, and failing in the process - and because you had a little bit of a sadistic streak, you moved extra slowly from the driveway to the porch, keeping solid eye contact and a knowing smile on your face.
The android admirably kept himself in check, waiting patiently as you moved at your leisurely pace, but you knew on the inside he was begging you to hurry. You fished your keys from your pocket and unlocked your front door - no sooner than stepping over the boundary of the entrance did the android kick the door shut and pin you to the wall, his whole body plastered against yours with carnal intent.
"Your teasing was starting to bother me", he emphasised his statement with one steady undulation of his hips, exhibiting his unyielding interest in the form of his growing erection.
"My teasing?" you responded, licking your lips, still not quite out of your goading mood, "And what exactly were you doing all day at work?"
The android smiled, "Making promises, my love."
You couldn't deny that Connor's newfound confidence in your sexual escapades was incredibly appealing - you'd only had sex with him twice but already he'd summoned up the self-assurance of somebody who'd done this a hundred times before - the android was a fast learner, always cataloguing and taking note of exactly what made you shudder with desire so that he could use it to his advantage and leave you needing more.
Your splayed hand crept up the androids chest and took a firm grip on his black tie, which you proceeded to give an eloquent tug, eyes falling to Connor's wonderfully soft-looking lips in order to convey exactly what you wanted from him, "Well, what are you waiting for, babe? Fulfil those promises."
There was a shimmer of warm passion in his eyes and he dipped his head without hesitation, capturing your lips enthusiastically in a heated kiss; one hand cupped your cheek and the other caressed pointedly over your hip, his fingers drawing back the hem of your shirt to trail enticingly over the skin beneath your clothes.
You breathed a content sigh through your nose, the wet warmth of his lips moving against yours leaving you enraptured, and a slightly gravelly moan vibrated in the back of your throat before you whispered breathlessly against his mouth, "Connor, I need you now. Right now."
Your hands found their way to his belt and you tried to blindly unfasten it as Connor's mouth traced your jaw, his warm exhales tickling your neck and causing you to shiver, and the android's lips curled in amusement, "I think you should exercise some restraint. Besides, I believe your request was for me to fuck you hard into the mattress, not the wall."
"Exercise some restraint?" you parrotted with playful indignation, "Says the one who was straight up sucking on his fingers to get me riled up at work when he should've been-"
Connor cut you off with another kiss, nipping impishly on your lower lip, "It's alright, I understand. You're only human", he teased, seeming all too proud of his witty remark, and before you could retort with your own equally clever quip, the android quite literally swept you off your feet and began to carry your towards the bedroom. You abandoned your desire for crosstalk in favour of sucking on the skin of Connor's neck, running your tongue over the spots you knew to be the most sensitive - below his ear specifically - and delighted in the way his breath hitched when you did so.
He set you down on your feet again when the two of you reached your room, and his mouth was on you once again as he worked his fingers deftly down the buttons of your shirt, unfastening them with grace while you did the same with his clothes, your hands not quite as nimble as his own - still, you managed to discard his tie in one swift swipe, throwing it over your shoulder without much care as to where it landed, something of which you were sure the android would've admonished you for had he not been quite as aroused as he was.
He'd certainly loosened up a little more since the first time you had had sex a couple of weeks ago - at least he was letting his clothes fall in a heap on the floor rather than insisting on folding each and every article as he stripped off, that was a little bit of a mood-killer - but then that was to be expected as he'd become more accustomed to the activity, and done his own extensive research in the meantime, as he'd mentioned in passing. What kind of research exactly? You weren't sure, but you figured the android had spent a considerable amount of time surfing the internet for things like the complexities of human sexuality or helpful tips in the bedroom.
The thought made you giggle aloud, and the android's brow furrowed apprehensively at the apparent amusement you felt. "What did I do?" he asked, immediately suspicious that he'd inadvertently displayed some sort of comical gesture or action without his knowledge - he was still learning, and his endearing uncertainty made you race to clarify.
"Nothing bad, babe", you answered with a coy smile, pecking him on the lips softly before lowering to the bed where you pushed yourself back toward the headboard and bit your lip invitingly. The two of you had discarded most of your clothes, and Connor chased after you, crawling across the bed to loom above you and slip his finger below the thin material of your underwear, tugging it ever so gently as his eyes dragged over your form, taking in the pleasing sight of your bare skin.
"I want to lick you", Connor spoke lowly, his request causing your heart to thump suddenly as arousal pumped through your veins, because accompanied with the subtle motion of pulling your underwear down, it was really no mystery where exactly he wanted to put his tongue.
You shifted, allowing him to remove your final article of clothing, and he immediately sunk down between your legs before you could even think about shyly closing them, his tongue trailing wetly against the skin of your inner thigh until he bit down - nowhere near hard enough to draw blood but enough to make you exclaim in surprise - and then promptly dragged his tongue over the bitemark a few times by way of apology. He wasn't really sorry, he was ecstatic to catch you off-guard and it was obvious from the smug glint in his eyes.
You had half a mind to take a handful of his hair and shove his head down so he could get to work instead of driving you crazy like he seemed so intent on doing, but just as you began to feel like you couldn't wait any longer, the android wet his lips and sunk down, dragging his tongue determinedly between your delicate pink folds.
Connor anticipated the sudden jolt of your hips, and held your thighs apart in a steady grip, eyes appearing to darken with lust as you caught a gasp in your throat in response to the talented motions of his tongue.
"Fuck, Connor… haaah-", you groaned, leg muscles twitching as the android brushed your clit, sending electricity across your nerves. Connor's gaze was calculating and didn't stray from your face even for a moment; the intensity with which he scrutinised your expression made you squirm, and the knowledge that he was closely watching for your signs of enjoyment made you feel hot - made your skin flush red with embarrassment. Of course, it was clear from a glance - from just the sounds leaving your mouth - that you were enjoying yourself, but Connor's examination went far beyond that.
The android scanned for the slightest reaction - able to tell from the microscopic twitches of the muscles in your face precisely what was causing more pleasure to course through you; he monitored your pulse, paying close attention to what movements he was performing with his tongue when your heart rate jumped suddenly, and then repeating that action until there was a steady stream of moans flooding from your mouth.
Connor latched onto your clit, closing his mouth around it to suck, and a strangled cry tore from you as the android lapped brutally at your sensitive nub. You ground up against the android's face, finally finding the boldness to tangle your hand in his hair and hold him down - it wasn't like he needed to breathe anyway - and he responded positively to the action, groaning against your heat and producing a pleasurable reverberation in the process.
He was really going for it, wholly committed to pleasing you, and his LED flickered a keen blue to show he was content in his current objective.
"Connor- f-fuck, Connor!" You whined, and then your voice rose up a pitch when Connor sunk further down, his tongue probing your slick entrance as he rubbed circles around your clit with his smooth fingertips; you could only imagine how wet you must've been. "Nnng, I'm close, Connor", the words escaped your mouth in a whimper, and you watched the android's LED flicker yellow for half a second before he ardently resumed rippling his tongue across your clit, his fingers sliding into you effortlessly.
The combination of stimulation sent you over the edge and you clamped down around his skillful digits, his name falling from your mouth like a beautiful song. You came hard, your legs shaking appreciatively at the android's masterful work, and you twitched feverishly as Connor's lips brushed your still-sensitive nub, pressing soft and loving kisses against you with a smile on his face.
He'd barely given you two seconds to recover, your heart still racing and your brain yet to comprehend what was going on when the android spoke, "I want to make you come again", and his mouth was on you again, that damn tongue flicking against you and forcing a scream from your throat.
The tingling waves purling throughout your body were replaced with irregular spikes of vigorous pleasure, shooting up your spine in time with the motions of Connor's velvety lips and causing you to release a series of embarrassingly loud squeals; you tried to shuffle away, reflexively seeking to escape the overstimulation, but Connor's fingers clenched around your thighs, his sturdy hold probably enough to leave finger-shaped bruises in the morning.
"Con- Connorrr… that's AH- too- mmm… too much", you managed to choke out, not entirely sure if your utterance was even comprehensible, but you nudged his head up with a shaky hand, seizing the short strands of his hair within your fingers, and Connor just smiled.
"I want to hear you moan my name again, when you come", he said. The tone of his voice was innocent, but his words were lewd and his actions were wicked, because he resumed his position, his tongue rolling over you with impressive zest. He knew how sensitive you were so soon after orgasm - was he trying to kill you? - and you gasped and panted and cried as he refused to let up.
But you were grinding against him, chasing the second orgasm he promised you without protest.
His fingers moved vehemently inside you, prodding against your spongy inner walls relentlessly where he knew your sweet spot was located, and your thighs squeezed together, trapping his head in place; if it wasn't for the fact that he was a very durable android, you might've been afraid of crushing his skull.
Connor groaned; it wasn't a noise you could hear over your sharp cries but you felt it in your core, the light and consistent pulsations leaving you dizzy and delirious as the second buildup of pleasure began to mount suddenly.
"Connor!"
Your whole body seized up from the explosive pressure that coiled in your abdomen and promptly released, sending a pleasant heat and delightful tingles through every muscle in your body; your thighs were quivering, still squeezing Connor's head like a vice, and you felt his fingers continue to oscillate gently inside you as your inner walls fluttered around them.
You fell back, gasping for breath and completely stunned into stillness as you came down from the high; somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that the android was speaking faintly, "I like the way you feel immediately after you orgasm", and his fingers twitched within you, prompting you to gasp softly.
"No more…" you sighed, voice scratchy from screaming, "I need a break… please", you whispered, feeling your heart throbbing violently in your chest, and the android relented, removing his fingers from your entrance and his head from between your legs. He shifted into a kneeling position and pressed a kiss to the inside of your bent knee, and you finally got a good look at him after he'd been buried between your thighs for so long.
His lips and his chin were sheeny with your natural lubricant, his mouth curled into a content smile and his cheeks were light pink. The android wasn't breathing any harder than he had been, but you knew that when it came to his physical pleasure, he'd be letting out sharp gasps and soft noises that you predicted would drive you wild all over again.
Connor observed the wetness on his middle and index fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lap at them as if he were evaluating evidence at a crime scene - like he hadn't just had his tongue submerged between your folds for the past ten goddamn minutes - his LED flickered in the way it usually did when he was analysing components and you knew he was doing it for the pure reason of urging your arousal to climb again.
You really couldn't get a break with this android. In Connor's defense, he himself was likely very horny - he had yet to get off, after all.
You looked idly towards the androids crotch, taking note of the bulge there; the black material of his briefs were straining, revealing the discernible outline of his hard cock, and a lazy smile graced your face. In the so-far short duration of your sexual relationship, you had yet to give the android a blowjob - he had yet to feel that kind of pleasure and you had been waiting for the right moment to spring it on him. Now seemed as good a time as any - you needed a break and he needed to come.
With seemingly renewed energy, you were up on your knees in seconds, pushing him down to lay against the pillows, "Underwear off", you instructed assertively, though you were well on your way to pulling them down his legs yourself. His erection sprung free and you threw the offending article of clothing to the floor, settling between the android's bent knees.
"I thought you needed a break?" Connor breathed, his lips parted with anticipation, and his body gave a mild jolt when you took his cock in your palm, his eyes falling to your hand as your fingers began to rub over his sensitive skin.
You bit your lip mischievously. Connor had not yet realised your intentions. You couldn't wait to see his face when you engulfed him with your mouth. For the moment, however, you resolved to letting your eyes explore over his beautiful body.
His hair was disheveled thanks to your harsh treatment of it, making him look downright fuckable - not that he wasn't already - and he was still intermittently licking his lips, accentuating the shininess of your fluids and his artificial saliva, acting like a goddamn tease. You watched his chest rise and fall with his breaths, admiring the subtle ridges of his simulated muscles below synthetic skin - hairless and smooth skin that was always a pleasure to worship - and of course, you couldn't forget the scattered marks on his body, little moles and freckles that made you weak. Sometimes you wished you could just sit him down naked and count them all for the fun of it.
Not to mention - his dick, nestled between his gorgeous, milky thighs - you wanted to send a wordy 'thank you' letter to whichever dedicated Cyberlife employee designed the very specific model of Connor's sexual organ; it was… cute, which wasn't generally a word you used to describe dicks, but it was the first thing that popped to mind when you looked at Connor's. His rigid member stood at seven and a half inches and perfectly imitated a human phallus, fitting hot and heavy in your palm, flushed a soft pink that matched his cheeks, and there was a clear fluid beading at his slit which was made to emulate semen.
You rubbed your thumb over the head of his cock, captivated by the soft noises of pleasure it pulled from Connor's throat - his dick was the source of a large percentage of the android's pleasure sensors, all condensed into a small area, and thus even the lightest touches sent a strong current through his synapses to his processor, which his brain then interpreted as a good, stimulating feeling; the more pressure you applied, the better it felt for him.
Squeezing your hand a little more around Connor's length, you stroked him firmly. "Oh… ah", the android moaned, his hands clutching the bed sheets tightly as he let his legs fall to either side, allowing you easier access.
"You're a good boy", you told him, relishing the faint thrust of his hips as he registered your words - he loved praise, in every sense of the word and in any situation, compliments and expressed approval always brought the android joy, even when he was naked and vulnerable and pumping his hips eagerly into the friction of your hand. His eyes shone with rapture. Such a good boy.
It was your turn to reward him, and you dipped down, taking the head of his cock into your mouth to swirl your tongue around it. "Oh! Mmm- hahaa", Connor panted, spreading his legs further as his jaw dropped, eyes widening as he watched you use your mouth on him.
You kept your gaze on his face, fondling his balls as you took his shaft further into your throat, moving up and down and swallowing a little more of him with every downwards stroke; his LED was cycling yellow as he processed the pleasure of his cock sinking into a different kind of wet heat.
"How's that feel, Connor?" you asked when your mouth separated from him with a pop and you let your tongue continue to ripple against his slit, barely giving him a chance to gather his thoughts and answer your question.
He nodded his head enthusiastically, speaking with an uncharacteristic garble to his words, "S'good, good… more, p-please…"
Oh, how the tables have turned. Just a few minutes ago, you were the one writhing with intense pleasure from his ministrations - it felt refreshing the other way around. You avidly yielded to his request, taking his cock into your mouth once more, as far as it could comfortably go down, and swallowed around him, flicking your tongue against his length as you stroked whatever you couldn't fit in your throat.
The android cried out, a fervent whine escaping him.
You loved how vocal Connor was, expressing his pleasure unabashedly unlike a lot of guys you had been with before who always tried to stifle their moans; the android's responsiveness set your nerves alight and fuelled your actions, and pretty soon you could tell Connor was approaching orgasm.
There were little signs. Little tells that informed you he was close - his LED, for one, flickered more fiercely. His breathing grew shallow and fast-paced, he peered at you through squinted eyes, and his legs practically vibrated with rapidly growing suspense - all signs he was exhibiting at that moment, and yet he seemed to be holding off.
You pulled back, continuing to stroke your hand up and down his cock at a leisurely pace, "Are you gonna come for me, babe?"
Connor groaned, his head falling back against the pillow, "Not yet, I- uhm… I wanna…" he appeared to steel himself, needlessly licking his shiny lips, and the traces of his yearning demeanour were pushed back as he composed himself, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he took on a provocative expression, "I wanna fuck your cunt and fill you up with my cum."
Your jaw hit the floor and your hand halted its motions, eyes growing impossibly wide as you comprehended his filthy words. Never in your life had you imagined hearing such things from your beloved android boyfriend - not from Connor's mouth.
The android correctly interpreted your shock and promptly covered his mouth with his hand, the hue of his cheeks deepening in colour from what was undeniably embarrassment and his yellow LED was now flickering for a different reason. "I- I thought you would find that kind of thing arousing… I apologise if I've ruined the moment-"
"Connor", you cut him off sharply, "Where the hell did you learn to talk like that?" It definitely hadn't ever been a part of his original programming - at least you hoped not.
The android rubbed a hand down his face, subtly trying to hide from your scrutiny, "The... internet." He was bashful all of a sudden, "I… uhm, as part of my research into seduction techniques, I came across an article with advice on words and phrases used to elicit arousal…"
"You researched… dirty talk?" you enquired, a hint of amusement in your voice. You'd recovered from your initial shock of hearing such vulgar language come from Connor's sweet, pretty mouth, and resumed giving attention to his throbbing cock, trailing feather-light touches up his shaft with your delicate fingertips.
Connor released a soft, involuntary noise that tapered into a pleased sigh, "I was under the impression that 'dirty talk' would heighten your sexual excitement as I have logged twenty-eight separate occasions in which I have spoken suggestively or heavily implied innuendo as an experiment that resulted in the quickening of your pulse and other signs of arousal. I… perhaps I misjudged my calculations-"
Your hand tightened suddenly on his member, cutting him off, "Hey now, I never say I didn't like it… it just left me a little taken aback, is all", you explained, a sly smile pulling at your lips.
The android's LED flickered briefly before settling blue and he quirked an eyebrow, "Is that so?" his voice was suddenly embellished with confidence and it sent a pleasant flutter down your spine, along with a sliver of amusement which expressed itself in the form of a light giggle.
"Something funny, detective?" It seemed as though any diffidence in Connor's manner had been thrown out the window and substituted with determined energy, and given the fact you were literally holding him by the dick, the thought that the android was so bold despite his position rubbed you in all the right ways. "I don't take kindly to being laughed at." The sternness of his tone led you to believe that you were in for a wild ride.
Whoa. Who was this android and what had he done with the real Connor?
In a split-second, Connor was up from his reclined position and you were facedown on your knees, your surprised squeal having been cut-off the moment your head sunk into the pillow; your hands were trapped at your lower back, both wrists clutched tightly in the android's one-handed grip as he nudged your legs apart, nestling between them so that the head of his cock brushed intimately against your folds without pushing any further.
There was an insistent hand against the middle of your shoulder blades, pinning you down firmly.
You shifted your head sideways, out of the plump pillow, to look over your shoulder at the android, somewhat dazed by the sudden switch of positions.
Connor smiled placidly, but in the face of his actions it seemed more like a facade, "I think I shoulder punish you for laughing at me, my love."
Your breath hitched, and you tried to experimentally tug your hands out of Connor's hold, but the android's fingers only clasped tighter, refusing to give. He wasn't messing around; somehow he was going to punish you, and the notion made your heart hammer in the best kind of way.
"Fuck me, Connor", you breathed, trying to leverage your hips back for the sake of a little friction. You could feel just the tip of his cock against your entrance, nudging with the lightest contact through the slick heat that was dripping out of you.
"Mmm", Connor hummed, "I'm not convinced you deserve my dick", in spite of his words, he rocked forward to slide his cock through your wet inner lips, prompting a whine from your mouth, "Perhaps if you asked more nicely", he spoke the last word with an uncharacteristic, throaty growl, emphasizing it with a sudden harsh movement of his hips. The head of his length rubbed against your clit, causing you to draw in a sharp breath.
"Please, Connor", you whispered feverishly, "please fuck me, baby!"
The android either felt pity for you or he was secretly too impatient to keep up his own cruel game any longer, because he sunk into your tight entrance without another word, immediately initiating an unhurried pace; a string of soft moans trickled from you every time he filled you with his cock, the sound of his breathless little huffs stirring up your excitement like a hurricane in your belly.
"Oh, please- please, baby, faster, please, I can't take it", your words practically merged together in an unintelligible mumble.
"Ah, ah, this is your punishment, remember?" you could hear the smirk in Connor's response, and when you turned your head to glance over your shoulder, you saw the intense gaze in his brown eyes as he stared down at where the two of you were connected, enthralled with the way you stretched around him and how easily he plunged into you.
He was enamoured by the sight, and you purposely clamped around him on an inward thrust, watching his face as the pleasurable pressure made him tense up and pause. He was so close to orgasm, you could absolutely tell, and he was trying so desperately to hold off on coming, probably wanting to bring you to climax a third time before even thinking about himself.
The android's breaths were coming harder now, signifying that his systems had risen to higher temperatures and that his processor was working extra hard to ensure he didn't overheat; you figured he wouldn't be able to keep up the slow pace for much longer, especially if you did everything in your power to make him harder, hotter and a complete passionate mess - and the best way you knew how to do that was with praise.
"Connor, you're so good baby, you make me feel so good- ahhaah", you moaned, making sure your cries sounded even filthier than usual, "Please- oh, please fuck me harder, your cock feels so hot inside me, so good!" In the next moment, Connor was plastered to your back, releasing your hands to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you flush against him; his LED flickered in its yellow state as he grew still, trying to stave off his climax and you felt the warm puffs of his breath against your neck.
The android spoke your name in a shuddering breath, an underlying note of inquisitiveness catching your ear, "...Can I… bite you?" He dragged his lips from your neck to your shoulder, pressing rough kisses against you as he went, and it tickled your skin, making you mewl in desperation.
"Fuck. You can bite me", you told him, "but only if you fuck me into the mattress, as I requested."
Connor took your skin between his teeth without a moment's hesitation, sucking it hard enough to bruise; you breathed a sigh, enjoying the twinge of pain, before a sober thought pierced through the blissful haze. The android had just left a hickey on your neck in an area that would be incredibly awkward to cover up. Everyone at the precinct would notice it the second you walked into work tomorrow.
Did he do it on purpose? Probably.
As promised, Connor began to drag his cock in and out of you in a series of deep, brutal thrusts, latching onto another clear patch of skin at the juncture of your neck. Your breathless moans spurred him on, and he nipped unapologetically until your whole bare shoulder was marred with love marks.
"Now everyone will know you're mine", the android declared, and you shivered in delight.
Connor peeled himself away from your back, one of his hands returning to pin you between the shoulder blades while the other tangled in your hair, his fingers expertly taking a handful of your strands and tugging them in just the right way that it hurt so good. Then, as vowed, he began to thrust into you at a ruthless pace, exactly like you'd been imagining all day at work.
Every powerful plunge into your dripping entrance propelled you into the bed covers and made you weep, the android's grip refusing to slacken up as he held your head in place, allowing you just enough leeway to peer over your shoulder. His eyes were tightly shut, mouth hanging open as he panted - the face of a man who was craving the release that he'd been on the brink of for a while now, and just the sight was enough to tip you over the precipice of gratification.
You grew taut, your muscles spasming as your third orgasm came upon you without much warning, and you shrieked, your entire body shaking with delicious quivers with every pump of the android's hips.
Connor spilled inside you with a fervent shout of his own, and you were almost entirely sure you heard a ripple of static in his voice that fizzled in time with his last few unsteady thrusts, the warmth of his artificial cum splashing inside you and making you feel content. His LED fluttered red, as it did every time you'd watched him achieve orgasm before - the bright, vermilion hue of his light wasn't always indicative of something bad - in this specific state, it was evocative of a system shock. A good kind of system shock.
The android blinked, eyelashes fluttering as he composed himself and regulated his breathing, before his eyes fell on you and a soft smile reached his face. His softening cock slipped out of you and you groaned at the feeling of your combined fluids leaking from your entrance, but at the same time, you couldn't bring yourself to grouse about it at all.
You shifted onto your side and Connor laid down, spooning against your back, now completely calm and collected, while you were still breathing laboriously, the sweat on your skin beginning to dry, feeling just a little bit gross.
But you were content.
"Are you alright?" the android enquired, gently caressing a hand through your hair to apologise for the harshness with which he had tugged it, and you could tell there was a smirk in his voice without even glancing at him. He was far too smug - you needed to figure out a way to knock him down a peg, preferably something that involved him tied up and begging for attention. Hmm, that would do nicely.
"Yes. Good. Need bath." Was all you could bring yourself to say. Your brain was a tad fried at that moment, and Connor chuckled against the back of your neck, peppering kisses across the bite marks he had left on your skin - like art on a canvas.
"Yes", the android amusedly agreed, "And you need dinner. I'll run you a bath and make you a meal while you clean yourself", he spoke, and your heart gave a loving thump.
"Mmm… soon. For now, just hold me."
Connor leaned over and laid a kiss on your cheek, pulling your naked body closer to his, and then proceeded to nuzzle his nose behind your ear, "Of course, my love."
Notes: I really don't write smut all that often. I've probably written two instances of serious smut ever, and this is my third, so I really hope it's up to standard and not completely awful. Please be kind when commenting (I mean, everyone always is so I'm sure I don't have to worry) - if it's not good then let me know gently x'D Kinda was nervous when it came to posting this so I'd love to know what you really liked about it, and whether there's anything I can improve on because I intend to write more explicit chapters once I open requests again!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONIXON, YOU ARE AMAZING! Thank you for putting up with me when I'm just constantly talking about explicit sexual DBH headcanons 24/7 ;)
Now, about requests. Requests are still closed for the moment BUT I will be opening them up again VERY SOON, I'm talking like after the next chapter ;) I still have a few more requests from the first wave to fill, so if you haven't seen your prompt filled yet then don't panic! I will be posting a set of rules regarding requests at the bottom of the next chapter (things like what I'm comfortable writing/what I'm uncomfortable with writing) ;D
HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER! I WORKED HARD ON IT AND I'M EXCITED FOR THE RESPONSE!