Requested by ladyamen: submissive Connor tease the hell out of him, but don't break him I know you want to make him beg, although I'm not explicitly fond of the word: please. So – please - at least don't make him use it all too often, at least not so easily and don't take the bed. I really want to see him tied up, maybe to a pole where after a while he just slides down exhausted into a sitting position and you can just ride him while your upper body touches. If you can pull it off as their first time, I will build a monument for you! I discovered that when *you* praise him, it just does bad bad – really bad – things to me, so praise him as much as possible! - machine!Connor in this one? - And yes female!OC.
Requested by Mistress_Humble: Please, please, please! Can we have something in the future with a sub Connor being bound and teased? I think I would melt into a puddle and die 3
Requested by KamiOGami: Smut. That is all I ask.
ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE.
WARNING: This is an explicit chapter which contains really raunchy sex... carry on at your own risk ;)
Note: I tagged as machine!Connor but this Connor is more like… pre-deviant Connor? Just imagine he's being played by a DBH player who is INCREDIBLY indecisive on whether they want Connor to be a machine or a deviant - that's what kind of Connor this is x'D
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You pulled your coat a little more tightly around your body to combat the cold, peering over the barrier and into the river water below; in a way, you were glad it was snowing, because after milling around the Eden Club in search of the deviant who had committed murder, you had become awkwardly hot and bothered, and it was pretty difficult to hide it from your two companions.
The icy air helped mask it - made you appear flushed from the temperature as opposed to the lewd thoughts rolling through your mind, but you still decided to stand well away from Hank and Connor as they mumbled in conversation near the bench behind you.
Those Traci androids were ridiculously sexy, and you kind of felt like an idiot for not having visited the Eden Club before in your spare time - it would surely have worked out your steady frustrations more easily than masturbating the stress away every night.
You hadn't gotten the chance that evening - Hank had called you just as you were planning on getting into bed to inform you that there had been a homicide at the popular android sex club, prompting you to change your plans and get dressed back into more appropriate work clothes so that you could be ready for them to pick you up in less than five minutes. You hadn't been happy, but hey, that's the life of a hard-working detective.
You'd spent half the time eyeing up the scantily-clad androids and their perfect, beautiful, glittery skin while Connor had been more practical and actually figured out that the sexbots must have recorded the visuals of the perpetrator when they left the private room. From there, Connor had discovered where the deviant - a blue-haired Traci - had hidden herself.
The scuffle that transpired shortly thereafter had been enough to take your mind off of your lecherous desires at the time, and your libido had flagged slightly upon having to watch the blue-haired Traci shoot herself after Connor killed the one she claimed to love. It had been upsetting to witness at the time, but you'd gotten over the tragic mess rather quickly as though it had just been the climax to a really sad movie. You were over it now, and you were horny again, god damnit, craving a different kind of climax.
"You seem preoccupied, lieutenant. Is it something to do with what happened back at the Eden Club?"
You became suddenly aware of Connor's voice as the android addressed Hank, and spared at glance at the two over your shoulder, drawn away from your more prurient thoughts to pay attention to what the two of them were talking about.
"Those two girls… they just wanted to be together… they really seemed in love", Hank spoke grimly and you quirked an eyebrow - it appeared the lieutenant was still troubled over the whole situation. It was somewhat funny to you that Hank allowed such a display to get to him when he'd spent the last three or so years spitting hateful remarks about androids at every chance he got.
You watched the back of Connor's head as he tilted it slightly, and you could almost perfectly imagine the deliberating expression on his face.
"You seem troubled, lieutenant. I didn't think machines could have such an effect on you", the android spoke, reminding the old man those supposed girls were effectively nothing more than malfunctioning appliances.
You could see the glum furrow in Hank's brow as he took a long swig of his beer before wiping his mouth on the back of his coat sleeve, "What about you, Connor?" he began, placing the now empty bottle down on the bench and approaching Connor with a slight tremor to his walk - it could have been the freezing weather getting to him, but you knew better. It was more than likely the alcohol throwing him subtly off-balance.
"You look human, you sound human", Hank continued, ceasing his step about an arms-width from the android, "but what are you really?"
You rotated your body, leaning back against the metal barrier as you watched the scene unfold before you - there was a solid chance that things could get dicey if Hank's low tone of voice was anything to go by.
Connor had clearly extrapolated the implications of Hank's dark mood as well, and endeavoured to reduce the tension between himself and the lieutenant, his answer placating enough, "I'm whatever you want me to be. Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or just a machine, designed to accomplish a task." His voice was level, cleverly formulated to dissuade any further confrontation, and you saw the slight twitch in Hank's eyes that led you to believe he at least somewhat relieved by the android's response.
But, oh, hold on.
'I'm whatever you want me to be.'
That line rubbed you just the right way, and you felt your pulse quicken with vague excitement as your gaze slipped slowly down Connor's back and landed on his ass. While you'd previously acknowledged the android's physical attractiveness, and used him as the basis for a few of your passionate solo fantasies, you had assumed he held the same basic Ken-doll model design as most other androids built for non-sexual purposes, but now you were curious.
"Oh, really?" Hank circled back on his anger, "Did you feel anything when you shot those two girls, fuckin' bastard?" The lieutenant gave the android a hard shove, but it merely sent Connor back a couple of steps, "Or were you just executing some program?"
You breathed an irritable sigh, rolling your eyes at Hank's drunken behaviour, and you found yourself wishing the lieutenant would hurry up and storm off in his grumbling rage so that you could steal the android away for your own benefit.
"This is going nowhere, lieutenant. I think I'll go back to the station", Connor spoke, making a move to walk around Hank, but the old man blocked his path and promptly pulled out his gun, pointing it at the android's head, much to your dismay.
"But are you afraid to die, Connor?" Hank enquired, his voice threatening.
Instead of allowing the android to answer that question and possibly put himself at risk of receiving a bullet through his main processor, you stepped forward and intervened, grabbing Connor's arms to pull him back so you could step in front of him, effectively shielding him from any harm - you knew the lieutenant wouldn't shoot you, and you were proved right when Hank immediately lowered his gun, though he didn't look entirely too happy about it.
"What the fuck are you doing?" the lieutenant snapped.
"What the fuck are you doing?" you countered, "Jesus fucking Christ, you're drunk, Hank. Stop taking your anger out on the android and just go home - you're fuckin' acting like Reed", it was just about the biggest insult you could dish up at that moment, knowing how much he hated that asshole detective.
"Why the fuck do you care? You didn't seem too bothered when Connor here shot those Traci androids", Hank retaliated, lips pulling back in anger as he tried to intimidate you to step aside.
"Uh, because Connor's fucking expensive, dumbass. Cyberlife will know if you just straight up break him for no reason - they'll put you in debt for the repairs. You know that, right?" you lied, because you weren't about to share the real reason you wanted Connor to remain untarnished. "Plus, shooting him will only delay this investigation. You wanna wrap these shitty deviant cases up as soon as possible, right? Think before you act, lieutenant", you admonished, catching the way his nose wrinkled with rage as you spluttered his title as if it were a horrible slur.
For the briefest of moments, you thought Hank was going to reel back and smack you across the face, but he appeared to take your advice and think the outcome through before acting on the urge. He grit his teeth, shaking his head, and gave Connor one last seething look before striding angrily back to his car.
Fuck, you thought. Hank was your ride home. Your house was within fair walking distance, but the snow was chilling and the shirt you were wearing below your coat was unfortunately rather thin - it had been closest thing in reach and your partners hadn't exactly given you ample time to change earlier that evening - leaving your skin to break out with goosebumps.
You shivered as the screeching of Hank's car wheels faded into the wind and he turned out of sight; a sigh escaped your lips in the form of a little white cloud and you glanced back at Connor, who had remained exceptionally quiet since Hank had threatened to shoot him.
The android simply stared at you, but it didn't unnerve you like it seemed to unnerve Hank and Gavin, so you stared back at him, taking in the small details of his face. His expression was neutral but his eyes were inquisitive - your gaze, however, was more focused on his attractive features; he had perfectly curved eyebrows that looked as though they'd been plucked to perfection, except obviously Cyberlife had just designed them that way, and his mouth was pretty enough as it was - you couldn't imagine how much hotter he'd look if his jaw was slack and his lips were glistening with moisture.
In fact, he always looked so prim and proper that you were sure the mere sight of him looking even the slightest bit disorderly would be enough to make you dizzy.
After a few minutes, Connor's lips parted to speak, but you swiftly beat him to the punch, "Anything we want you to be?" you asked, watching his mouth shut again as he blinked a few times, LED flickering in sync with the movements of his eyelids.
"I'm sorry?" he enquired, inclining his head, a little lost without the context of your words.
"You said you can be anything we want you to be. Did you mean that? Anything?" You pursed your lips to hide the coy smile that threatened to bloom on your face, watching as the android tilted his head back up suddenly in understanding.
He hesitated for just a moment. "Yes. Anything." The android didn't seem particularly aware of your provocative thoughts; the matter-of-fact tone of his voice and the rather impassive expression on his face led you to believe that he was unaware of the intimation of your query.
You allowed your smirk to reach your face, "Can I ask you a personal question, Connor?" you parrotted the words he used so often, entirely confident that he wouldn't turn your request down given how often he voiced it himself.
"Of course", Connor responded, "What would you like to know about me?"
Never having been one for subtlety, and wishing to get swiftly to the point of your enquiry, you voiced your question unabashedly, "What've you got between your legs?"
The android's flawless eyebrows rose up and his LED cycled yellow before he let his gaze fall slowly southward, staring down at the front of his body; you waited patiently for him to process the question, finding it rather intriguing how a machine could somehow manage to look unsure of itself.
"Are you… referring to my genitalia?" Connor queried with a precise tilt of his head, and you felt a swell of excitement.
"Yep." You crossed your arms, clinging to what little warmth your coat was providing.
"I possess the biocomponent 5892m which acts as a phallus." He answered smoothly, flexing his fingers idly where his hands hung either side of his thighs.
Excellent. Now you just had to convince the android that having sex with you could help him accomplish his mission and you'd be golden.
"Why would a detective android need a dick?" you wondered aloud, your curiosity piqued as your desire for Connor practically doubled now that you knew he had the right parts required for a good time.
"In the event that I am required to remove my clothes, Cyberlife believed that building me as anatomically correct to a human as possible would be advantageous."
You almost laughed, an open-mouthed smile reaching your face as the android explained the reasoning behind his dick with a completely inscrutable expression, "Okay, but it's fully functional, right?"
Connor paused, his gaze passing over you countenance with careful scrutiny, "Yes. I am fully capable of performing sexual acts."
That's the bit you were waiting for. But still, your inquisitiveness persisted, "In what scenario would a detective android need to have sex, though?"
"In the event that I am required to go undercover and sexual intercourse presents itself as a viable option with which to advance my objectives", he explained smoothly as if there was no hint of strangeness to it. You were beginning to think some of the workers at Cyberlife were just complete perverts - still, you didn't really have the right to call others out on their depravity without coming across as an absolute hypocrite.
"And how often does that kind of setting come about?" you snorted.
"Detective, we've just come from a sex club."
"Huh. Point taken." You eased up on your tidal wave of intrusive questions and shuddered from the piercing cold, rubbing your hands together to stop them from going numb, "Okay, look. Hank's probably gonna pass out as soon as he gets home, he's no good right now for aiding in your investigation. How's about you come back to my place, help me out with a little problem I have-" you accompanied your words with a suggestive wink, "and then we can go over everything we've learnt so far about deviants, and try to figure out the next step in this case?"
Connor cocked his head, there was nothing in his expression that showed he had any idea of what your 'little problem' may have been, but that wasn't indicative of anything - the android naturally had a great poker-face. He was a machine, after all.
He nodded his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips, no doubt pleased to continue onto the next step in the investigation. "Okay, that sounds good."
Connor stood with his naturally stiff and mechanical posture in the middle of your living room despite the fact that you'd suggested he sit down and make himself comfortable; the moment you brought up the real reason you had invited him back to your home, his face flickered with unsureness, LED cycling yellow as he mulled over your request.
"My directive instructs that I should only engage in sexual acts if it will bring me closer to completing my mission, detective. My extra features are not supposed to be used recreationally."
You crossed your arms and shrugged your shoulders, "Well, if you indulge me, I'll be more useful in the investigation instead of getting frustrated and horny the whole time, so in a way it will be furthering the progress of your mission." You hoped you could find some sort of loophole in his programming, "I mean, face it, the lieutenant is very little help while he's wasted, can you really afford to lose my help too?"
The android looked thoughtful for several seconds before the consistent yellow circle of his LED pinged back to blue and he nodded, "I suppose then that this situation does fall within the parameters of my directive. Very well, I will act as your sexual partner until you are satisfied, and then we can proceed with reviewing the details of the case."
You were unable to hide your excitement, a victorious smile stretching over your lips as your skin tingled with anticipation, and you immediately took a step forward and grabbed the android by his collar, pulling him down to capture his pliant lips in a torrid kiss which abruptly filled you with a desperate craving for more. Surprisingly, he reciprocated, though not quite with the amount of vigour you displayed, and you thrust your tongue into his mouth to caress against his own, impressed with how closely it resembled the mouth of a human. Warm, wet and soft.
You pulled away, the android letting out an almost inaudible sigh as you did so, "Wait here, I'm gonna grab a few things", you instructed, moving away from Connor with a slight bounce to your step, and then threw a glance over your shoulder, "-actually, on second thought, take off your jacket, shoes, belt and tie. Quickly, now", you rushed down the hall to your bedroom and knelt by your bed, pulling out a little box from underneath that concealed a couple of fun toys and a bottle of lubricant before heading back to your living room.
Connor was in the process of unclipping his belt buckle with deft fingers when you returned, having already stripped himself of his jacket and tie and placed them, neatly folded, on the coffee table by the couch; you looked him up and down, licking your lips hungrily as he held eye contact with you while taking off his shoes. The simple sight of the android dressed down was enough to do things to you.
You placed the box on the dining table and pulled out one of the wooden chairs, positioning it away from the other furniture, just in case things got a bit more wild than you anticipated, and looked expectantly towards the android, "Sit in this chair, Connor."
Connor did as you asked without question, approaching in three long strides to seat himself in the chair, his back rigidly straight as he placed his hands modestly in his lap; you let out a soft exhale through your nose, finding amusement in his automatic movements - you couldn't wait to loosen him up a bit and sully the purity he seemed to carry around with him.
You dipped down behind him and nuzzled your nose into his hair just behind his ear, brushing your lips against his earlobe as your hands moved over his shoulders, down his chest, urging his hands out of his lap to instead grip the armrests lightly, and you dragged your palms promisingly against his clothed stomach before landing on his thighs. The android's head tilted helpfully to the side, allowing you to press hot kisses to his neck as you pushed his legs apart so that he wasn't sitting like he had a stick up his ass.
"Mm, that's better", you murmured against his neck, pleased that he appeared more slumped now - you wanted him to feel relaxed, after all - and flicked your tongue out, darting it against his pale skin, and listened to the soft breath he inhaled, "Does that feel good, Connor?"
His LED cycled yellow for a brief moment. "I do not feel physical sensations, I am merely programmed to respond thusly when you- ah", you pinched his skin between your teeth lightly, nibbling as you squeezed his thighs, "-when you stimulate the zones of my body that are considered erogenous in humans."
"Really", you murmured disinterestedly, unconcerned with the inner workings of his mechanical body - you just wanted to see him shaking and moaning from the help of your talented ministrations. One of your hands slipped between his legs, rubbing his dick with teasingly light touches through the denim of his jeans while you grazed the thumb of your other hand over one of his nipples - Connor most definitely arched his back, however subtle, into the caress, and it made you feel wonderfully self-assured.
You straightened up, your hands leaving the android's body, and you waited for the soft huff of disappointment, but found that there was none - well, for the moment anyway.
Connor peered up at you as you returned to your box of goodies on the table and watched curiously as you pulled out a pair of fluffy, pink handcuffs; his LED cycled yellow for barely a second, though he did not speak until you were in the process of moving his hands around the back of the chair.
"Why are you handcuffing me?" He questioned evenly, but did nothing to attempt to stop you as you clicked the cuffs into place, trapping him in the chair with his arms behind his back.
"Makes it more fun."
"How am I going to touch you if my hands are bound behind my back?" He spoke, prompting a laugh from your throat.
"You aren't." The android seemed vaguely perplexed by this development, his LED flickering at irregular intervals, and you figured that it was probably because his basic programming instructed him to use his hands in order to bring his sexual partner pleasure. You wondered briefly if the android only had vanilla sex coded into him - if that was the case, then introducing him to a little light bondage was going to make things very interesting.
Connor flexed his fingers, giving the handcuffs an inquisitive tug before looking curiously up at you, to which you smiled and walked around the chair, situating yourself in front of the android to lean down and take his lips, angling his head back with a finger below his chin to deepen the kiss. When you pulled back, you cradled his jaw in your hand and tilted his head from side to side in order to inspect his pretty face.
"I like that you have little moles and freckles on your skin, Connor, it makes you look cute", you told him, biting your lower lip as you admired the fine details of his face.
The android's eyes slipped shut for a few moments before opening again, "Cyberlife deemed it necessary to give my skin distinct blemishes to make me look more realistic in terms of human visage… I am glad you find my appearance appealing."
You found his remark noteworthy in that it didn't really seem like something that Cyberlife would program their androids to say, but you didn't bring attention to it. Instead, you focused on beginning to undress the handsome, tied-up android before you, starting with his shirt - you yanked it free from being tucked tightly into his jeans and began to unfasten the buttons from top to bottom. Connor's eyes remained glued to your every move, his gaze following as you pulled his shirt aside and appreciated the sight of his visibly defined chest and flat stomach.
He looked like a snack.
Scratch that - he looked like a whole meal.
"Gorgeous", you breathed, drawing featherlight touches over his soft, warm complexion - the simulated muscles beneath his synthetic skin appeared to flutter under your fingers, something that pleased you greatly. Connor's lips parted, the pink colour of his cheeks darkening just a fraction, but you noticed.
You knelt before him, popping the button of his fly and slowly undoing the zip before pulling his jeans down - Connor helpfully aided the removal of his pants by shifting his weight - and they bunched at his ankles, leaving the android dressed only in his Cyberlife-issued briefs.
From the defined bulge of his crotch, you could tell Connor was semi-erect, but that would soon be rectified; you licked your lips and snaked your fingers below the waistband of his underwear, trailing the offending article of clothing down at a leisurely pace to reveal his gradually swelling cock. There was moisture beading at the tip and you eagerly took it in your hand.
A soft gasp escaped Connor's lips as you squeezed gently, massaging his dick to its full length, and you watched the android tantalisingly as he displayed subdued reactions to your light touches.
Your mouth was drying out just from the foreplay and you wetted your lips again before speaking, "Are you going to be a good boy for me?" Connor blinked rapidly in response to your words, his LED spinning as he wracked his processor to pick and pull apart your enquiry in hopes of finding its relevance in corresponding with the current situation.
"Yes." Connor answered simply when his LED returned to a steady glimmer.
"Say it."
"I'm going to be a good boy for you", he stated, and his utterance sent a tingle down your spine which culminated between your legs; you rewarded the android by tightening your grip and speeding up your strokes, pulling a sharp breath from Connor's artificial lungs.
You dipped your thumb into his slit, spreading the simulated precome over the head of his cock and a low whine escaped the android's mouth as he canted his hips up to supposedly chase the feeling of pleasure. The action made you hum with titillation - Connor's responses to your touch left you reeling and wet, arousal buzzing through you and reminding you that you'd brought the android back so that he could alleviate your frustrations.
Now that Connor was hard and dripping, you released him from your grip, surveying his body as he exhaled a shaky breath and relaxed back into the chair in a flop, his mouth hanging open, lips glistening wet with pseudo saliva - you believed Connor had once identified it as 'analytical fluid' which aided him in his oral analyses - and you knew you couldn't wait any longer. You had to fuck him now.
You began to strip unceremoniously, shucking off your top and jeans, letting them drop to the floor where your underwear soon followed, and Connor's eyes scanned over your body as though he were fascinated by your nude form. The android blinked slowly, his cheeks glowing a soft red, "You are beautiful." He spoke, and you quirked an eyebrow, a crooked smile on your face as you settled yourself on his lap.
"Is that your programming talking?" you countered with a studious smirk and the android blinked again, but it didn't seem as though he had an answer for that. Instead of pushing him to reply, you swiped up the lube from the table, popped the cap and drizzled a suitable amount straight onto Connor's erection - you were probably slick enough at this point all on your own but it didn't hurt to add a little more.
The android inhaled sharply when you discarded the bottle and took him in hand again, spreading the lubricant evenly over his shaft; his hips thrust faintly to meet your strokes and you bit your lip in delight, slipping your hand down to give his balls a teasing fondle which elicited a soft moan that sent a stab of arousal through your body.
"Fuck, I need you inside me", you breathed, wiping your lube-covered hand on your thigh, and shifted position, situating yourself above Connor's cock before guiding it into you as you sunk down on it, the slick gel making it all too easy to take him into the hilt. You moaned when you were completely seated on his lap, finally feeling as though the aching emptiness within you had been filled, and you heard Connor pant, opening your eyes - you hadn't even realised you closed them - to find his LED cycling a persistent yellow as he stared at you, wide-eyed.
You took Connor's stunned face in your hands, cupping his cheeks as you leaned forward to give him a peck on the lips - to which he was a little slow to respond - and smiled lecherously, "How's it feel, darling?"
"I… ngh-" you began moving as he spoke, setting a steady, hard rhythm that seemed to daze and distract him from the question, "unh… hn- hot. Warm."
You groaned, your voice filled with unchaste desire as you bounced on Connor's dick, taking him over and over; the only sound that was more indecent came from the wet, lewd noises of the lube squelching with each movement.
Connor met your motions as enthusiastically as he could, his processor no doubt instructing him to please you as part of his objectives, thrusting his hips up with the limited leverage he could obtain in his tied-down position. He let out clipped moans and gasps that sounded restrained, and you quickly reached down and pinched one of his nipples in reproval.
A sharp cry escaped his mouth. "Be a good boy and make some noise, Connor", you told him breathlessly, trying and failing to sound stern, but you got your point across all the same.
The android's LED seemed to go on the fritz, flashing between red and yellow like a dancing flame, and his eyes widened, "Mm-ah, detective, I- I must warn you that I'm… approaching ah- orgasm-"
"Fuck", you whispered, another pang of excitement climbing your spine, because the messy way in which Connor was speaking - stuttering whimpers and moans - was damn sexy. "Then come inside me, darling. You're such a good boy, fuck-"
Connor appeared to shiver, "But, ah… but you haven't- reached orgasm- mmm, yet!"
"So? You're an android, you can go all night, right?" You were warm all over, a thin layer of sweat glistening on your skin as you changed up your pace suddenly, grinding down to take Connor's dick deeper inside of you.
The android's head fell back briefly, a choked gasp accompanied by a sharper jolt of his hips which left you dizzy, "W-well, yes. However, I-"
"Then do it!" you cried, "Fucking come inside me, Connor. You're so good, feel so good inside me-" Connor abruptly shuddered, his hips going still for several seconds as his back arched - you had never seen an android bent into such a position, and you knew his wrists were probably straining to escape his bonds - before a flood of warmth filled you, lubricious fluid dripping from where you and Connor were connected, and you knew he had ejaculated..
Connor's vision came back to him after a few seconds of blindness, and the first thing he did was breathe hard, the temperature of his core processor having jumped a few degrees as he reached the peak of sexual climax. His systems shuddered, a few warning alerts popping up in the corner of his vision to inform him that he needed to endure a period of cooldown before exerting himself again.
Initialising refractory period…
28 minutes of cooldown period remaining.
"Fuck, Connor, you look so fucking gorgeous when you come", your words fluttered through his auditory components and he affixed his gaze to your face as you resumed your uninterrupted rhythm of rising up and sinking down on his cock, "Christ, I'm so glad I brought you home."
"D-detective…" A soft whine was coaxed from his mouth as he rocked back and forth from the force of your movements, "I- I need a mo-moment." The sustained stimulation to his dick was sending his processor into a frenzy as it tried to simultaneously cooldown and commence another session of intercourse at the same time, drawing unintended sounds from his lips every time you clamped down around him with your soft inner walls.
"What, why?" You grumbled, noticing that his cock was beginning to soften, "You're not telling me you have a damn refractory period like humans, right?"
You slowed, allowing Connor to put his processing power into answering your question, "Twenty-seven more minutes of cooldown are required to ensure my systems maintain optimal performa-"
"Fuck that!" Your exclamation swiftly cut the android off, "Disable it!"
"Wh-"
"Disable your refractory period!"
Connor blinked, once again reading over the warning alerts that his diagnostics had sent him, "But, detective, disabling my refractory period could lead to an accidental-"
"Good boys do as they're told, Connor. Are you a good boy?" You narrowed your gaze, scrutinising the android with a critical eye, "Or are you a deviant?"
The android's eyes widened, his lips parting with incredulity, "No, I- I'm not a deviant!" He wasn't a deviant - he knew he wasn't, all he wanted was to accomplish his mission, and he'd do anything to achieve that goal.
You began jerking his soft cock in your palm, encouraging it back to life, and a sharp groan escaped Connor's mouth of its own accord, "Then what are you, Connor?"
"I- I'm…" the android's body suffered another minor convulsion, something akin to a shiver - but that wasn't right… androids didn't shiver unless they had their cold sensitivity activated, which he didn't - and a shuddering breath brushed past his lips, "I'm a- a good boy. I'm a good boy."
Without waiting to be asked again, Connor contended the warning alert flashing in his vision.
/Warning/
/Disabling refractory period may put systems at risk of overheating, do you still wish to perform this action?/
[Yes / No]
Yes, Connor selected, and his processor abruptly instigated preparation for another round of intercourse. His cock began to harden again in your firm grip, much to your delight, and you rewarded the android with a deep kiss, prodding your tongue into his mouth to graze his soft lips and sweep against his own tongue.
"Such a good boy", you whispered when you parted, and listened to the wanton moan the android unabashedly produced. "You like that, darling? You like when I call you a good boy, don't you?"
Connor's face felt warm in response to your words and he wasn't entirely sure why; he chalked it up to his rapidly heating processor and let out another soft whine when you once again sunk down onto his cock and resumed the steady pace you had been holding before he'd reached orgasm.
"Mmm, fuck yeah, Connor, darling, you're being so good for me- so obedient and submissive, mmm-ah! Just perfect, fuck-" Your words made Connor want to please you even more, so he moved his hips, arching as best as he could in time with your movements to meet you halfway, and felt victorious when your moans increased twofold.
"Ah- hah, hnng", Connor groaned when you purposely clenched your inner muscles around his dick, engulfing him with tight warmth that he couldn't help but want.
"Heh… Christ. Connor, you look like you're enjoying this so much. Are you sure you're not a deviant?" You teased, brushing your fingers through the android's hair and making him shudder again.
"No! I- I'm not. I'm not a d-deviant, I-mmrph", you cut him off with another kiss, giggling against his mouth, apparently amused with his response to your accusation, "agh- I'm- my physical reactions are all pr- oh- programmed by Cyberlife tech-nng-nitions to ensure my human partner feels com-mm- comfortable during intercourse."
"Oh, really?"
"Mmm. The preliminary test subjects of the oh- original Traci models preferred their androids to display more hahaa- more realistic human responses to pleasure." Everything from his dilated pupils, licentious facial expressions, pink flushes on his skin to his laboured breathing were all carefully chosen to help him imitate the receptiveness of a human male.
"Mm, fuck. Ah-and what about the drooling, is that part of your coding too?" You enquired, reaching up to run your fingers over Connor's excessively moist lips; the android's temperature sharply shot up a few degrees and a red alert flashed intimidatingly before his eyes. He was dangerously close to overheating.
"Connor- fuck, I probably should've asked this sooner, but do you have any special sex features I can take advantage of?"
The android took his eyes off of the alerts clouding his vision, focusing on your face; he took a moment to comprehend what you had just asked him, "Ah, hah- I have a vi-vibration setting."
"Fuck. Do it, show me!" You cried, and Connor hastily obeyed, selecting the option without hesitation.
As soon as his dick began to pulsate inside you, your moans turned into screams and you slowed your rapid pace, grinding hard on his dick to savour the feelings of the delicious thrums against your g-spot.
"Connor! Oh, fuck! Look at you, darling, forget being a detective android, you're just a glorified sex doll." A flutter of indignation filtered through Connor's dazed mind at your proclamation, but it was swiftly overturned as another wave of electricity pulsed through him, reminding him to focus on the task at hand. "Fuck, why did they make you so fucking gorgeous, Connor?"
Your jaw was open wide as you panted, curling your fingers through his usually presentable hair, and Connor struggled to concentrate on your enquiry, "Mm… my… my appearance was specifically designed to facilitate my inte-grmphh!" You pressed your hand against his mouth to shut him up - perhaps that question had been rhetorical.
"You talk too much, darling", was the only sign of warning you gave before you grabbed something from the table and shoved it into Connor's mouth - the android blinked in surprise, stunned as you fastened the object tightly behind his head. He lips were pulled taut around it, his jaw opened wide to manage the size; he bit down reflexively, trying to dislodge the object from his mouth to no avail, and instead began scanning the surface of it with the sensors on his tongue.
[100% platinum silicone]
He ran a brief web-search for the component his analysis helpfully supplied and filtered it with searches pertaining to sex toys and spherical objects, and soon came to the conclusion that you had muzzled him with a ball gag.
"That's better, darling", you mewled, pressing a kiss to his nose before resuming your grinding.
/Warning/
/Respiratory system compromised, remove obstruction to allow necessary cooling measures./
Breathing through his nose was not practical enough in aiding the cooling fans in his lungs; he couldn't speak and he couldn't move his hands, he was most certainly going to overheat now.
For some reason, this didn't entirely bother him.
You sped up your movements, hips stuttering, "Ah, fuck! Fuck! I'm so close!"
Connor was too; he tried to speak through the large, red ball gag, but all that escaped was a pitiful series of keening whines. He pulled at the handcuffs, his directive instructing him to use his hands to stimulate your clit, but he was quickly reminded that he was bound tightly in place, unable to do much except thrust his hips - so he did.
"Yes, yes, YES!" You used your own fingers to push yourself over the edge, rubbing your clit until your body seized all over and you clamped down tightly around Connor's cock, no doubt experiencing a very powerful orgasm after such an extended build-up.
Connor whimpered, the extra pressure causing his own climax to pounce on him suddenly, and he froze in place, his synapses exploding with sensation, electricity throbbing through him in a way that he wasn't sure was supposed to happen. His body moved independently from his processor, hips jolting and limbs twitching in ways he couldn't control as his touch sensors reached peak sensitivity, and then he short-circuited.
You collapsed against the android, wheezing harsh breaths from your lungs as you snaked your arms around his neck and buried your face against his shoulder, coming down from your orgasmic high and letting out soft noises as aftershocks tingled faintly between your legs.
"Mm. Fuck. That was good", you slurred, completely stupefied and exhausted from riding the android almost nonstop for what felt like hours. You were satisfied - you didn't remember a time when you'd come so hard. You were probably good for another month or so, at which point your fierce horniness would likely return with a vengeance - hopefully Connor would still be around at that point to help you out again, or maybe with enough persuasion you could make it a frequent, weekly sort of affair.
"Did you enjoy yourself, darling?" You sighed, peppering kisses against his neck - it was odd having an android as a sexual partner, you weren't used to your lover not being covered in sweat by the time your liaison came to an end - and relaxed against the warmth radiating off of his body.
Connor didn't respond.
"Darling?" You sat up, the android's soft cock slipping out of you as you did so, and raised a concerned eyebrow at Connor's bizarre state. He was completely limp, his head lulling back against the spine of the chair, mouth still stretched around the ball gag, eyes half-lidded and staring seemingly at nothing in particular, saliva dribbling down his chin - he looked absolutely wrecked, and you would've been more inclined to sit back and appreciate the sight if the android's LED wasn't fixed on red.
"Connor?" You called softly, reaching around the back of his head to unclasp the gag, pulling it from his mouth. Analytical fluid dripped from his lips, his mouth hanging open as his jaw remained slack, and you frowned, giving his cheek a pat.
"Hey… come on, wake up."
You really, really hoped you hadn't broken him - it would be horrendously mortifying to have to explain to Cyberlife that you fucked their state of the art detective android to death.
Shifting off of him, you rose to your feet - legs wobbling, muscles aching - and grabbed the key for the fluffy pink handcuffs, using it to free the androids hands, which simply hung lax over the arms of the chair.
You dragged the android from the seat, lying him down on the carpeted floor - fuck, you'd ruined him, his thighs were drenched with a mix of various bodily fluids, including the analytical fluid that soaked his chin and neck - and reached for his abdomen as you had seen him do to the Traci android back at the Eden Club. You pressed against his stomach and the skin receded, revealing the plastic chassis below, along with the compartment which concealed Connor's main power cable.
The small recess opened and you yelped as a cloud of hot steam erupted from the cavity in Connor's abdomen; you bit your lower lip worriedly, spying a few frayed wires amongst the bundle of larger cables, almost one-hundred percent certain that had been your fault.
As you were pondering a way to fabricate a story to explain what had happened to Connor which didn't involve you riding him into oblivion, the android's body jerked suddenly, startling you from the abruptness of it, and his LED cycled yellow.
"Connor? Shit, you in there?" You tapped his face, hoping to rouse the android from his weird hibernation state. The android blinked, his eyes appearing to focus as the pupils returned to typical size instead of being blown to almost engulf the brown iris of his eye, and his mouth slowly fell shut.
"Connor, can you hear me?" You murmured softly, cupping the android's face to angle his gaze towards you, "I think you might have overheated. Why didn't you say anything?" It occurred to you after the words left your mouth that the reason he didn't say anything was because you had fucking gagged him.
"I… can hear you", he stated, sounding oddly slow, almost as if he was drunk; he seemed to gradually be coming back to himself though, to your relief.
"Had me worried there, Connor", you smiled with amusement, "You were a damn good fuck - I mean, even though I did all the work, heh. Ready to resume your mission?"
The android blinked and you wondered for a precious few moments if he had processed anything you just said.
"Mm… mission? Ummhmm… mission?" He stared at your face, looking a little lost until his LED flickered blue rapidly and he blinked in time with the flashes - he sounded swiftly back to his regular self, "My mission. I need to find out more information about deviants."
"Yep, that's the one", you laughed.
"Yes. You promised you would assist me, are you ready to go over everything we have learned thus far?"
You snorted, giving Connor's hair an affectionate ruffle, "In the morning, darling, I'm all tuckered out now. You're welcome to stay the night though."
"...Oh."
With that, you gave the bamboozled android a wink, smiling warmly as you left him lying on the living room floor, saturated with sticky lubricant.
Notes: I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THAT, PLEASE TELL ME HOW I DID IN THE COMMENTS!