Mr. Knight Brainrot

Connor had met her entirely on accident. She was Hank’s neighbor. Well, she lived in the apartment building next to Hank’s house. It was completely on accident that they met. She was taking out her trash on a cold November night when she bumped into him leaving Hank’s house. Then of course, as luck would have it, the next day a maintenance Android had deviated and killed someone on her floor.

If he believed in fate, if he believed in anything beyond his mission, he’d believe that these were not mere coincidences. But he was choosing to believe all was still according to plan when he yet again knocked on her apartment for a ‘movie night’.

He brought a bag of chips. He also smiled at her as she opened the apartment door and let him in.

“Oh these are my favorite! Thanks Con!” She said as she took the bag. Of course he knew they were favorite. He didn’t spend time analyzing what was in the trash or in the cabinets the last time he was here for nothing.

She hummed as she poured some into a bowl and grabbed a soda before ushering him to sit down.

“Tonight we’re watching Mean Girls! It’s an important movie depicting the hurdles of being an American teen.” She said with a very astute demeanor. Yes, that’s why she picked the movies she did. She wanted to help him understand human life better — that was her perfectly innocent reason for inviting him over. Though, if he was honest with himself, his reasons for always accepting the invitation were in fact, not innocent.

“You know you can take off your jacket,” she gestured to the suit jacket he always wore.

“Oh I’m perfectly comfortable with it on,” he responded and she quirked her brow. She didn’t push it though. He’d heard her rant before about how she thought the arm bands and triangles and labels androids were made to wear were stupid.

He thought her opinions on the deviants and android freedom were… radical. But nonetheless, endearing.

He sat with his hands in his lap on one end of the couch. She was adorable on the other end of the couch. Happily eating her chips and sipping her soda while looking all snug in her throw blanket. He craved to be next to her. To have her leaning against him like she was leaning against the cushion, to have his arms swaddling her instead of the blanket… but he shut his eyes as his LED spun amber and tried to ignore those desires. Scruples. Merely scruples in his program. Nothing more. Nothing he couldn’t blame on him being a prototype.

But he’d be damned. More often than not these movie nights did end up with her laying against him… and as she subconsciously inched closer throughout the night, as her heart rate sped up when he put his arm around her, as her head found his shoulder to rest on…

Damnit.

It was probably best not to think too hard about this at the moment… the way she was now straddling his lap? The way her soft, warm lips felt against his cooler, more silicone ones? The way her neck tasted as his mouth began to press soft kissed down her jugular and collar bone? Yeah. Best not to think so hard about it. For fuck’s sake it’s not like he had any evidence to analyze at the moment. All he could do was wait around for another lead… so this wasn’t so bad, right? This wasn’t… it wasn’t deviancy, right?

He was pulled out of his thoughts by her hands going to his belt. He immediately zoned back in and looked directly into her eyes with his soft, brown ones.

“Something wrong?” She asked when she noticed how sharp his gaze suddenly was. “Oh! You don’t have a dick, do you?” She said as if she’d just committed some kind of faux pax.

“No. Not that’s not the problem. I assure you I’m appropriately equipped for this encounter. I just…” he trailed off. For once, he didn’t know what to say.

“Just what?” she asked curiously. She looked up at him so sweetly. Her lips red from the making out and soft biting at them he’d done. Her cheeks were flushed and her tits… her tits were right there, with only her bra to cover them only somewhat.

Damnit.

In a moment, she was on her stomach in the couch, Connor’s hands digging into her waist to hold her there as he kissed down her neck and back, grinding his clothes and now hardening cock into the soft flesh of her ass. The soft whimpers he elicited from her were delicious.

He pulled down the pajama pants and panties she’d been wearing in one, impatient movement. She gasped as she felt the cool air against her.

“Does this feel good? Can I touch you?” Connor said greedily into hear ear as she still lay prone before him. His fingers dancing lightly at her entrance as he waited for permission.

“Yes Connor. Fuck yes.” She said airily. She wasn’t even hiding the fact that she’d fantasized a million times over about this various moment with the android detective she’d not so secretly developed a crush on.

And so he dipped two fingers inside her, relishing the feeling of that warm, wet part of the human woman under him. How her walls gripped his fingers, how she reacted to every pump of his long fingers into her, how she moaned and then bit her swollen lip as he scissored them inside her.

But this was getting to be too much. His LED was spinning amber and occasionally red but never blue. He was in fact consciously choosing not to process any of this and just feel it.

Finally, he turned her over onto her back. Her face was flushed and her hair was thrown about, he’d never seen a sight so beautiful. His brown eyes locked with hers and he pressed his forehead to hers… and for a moment, he just stood like that while she panted wordlessly after he pulled his fingers out.

Slowly, he wrapped her legs around his waist and ground his pelvis into hers again, she could now feel the cool metal of the buckle on her clit and it was driving her wild. Her sweet, needy whimpers going directly into his ear.

“Are you ready?” He asked her after a few moments and she gave a desperate nod.

He pulled his hips back just enough to undo his belt. He quickly and precisely maneuvered the metal and leather and just as quickly as it slid off of his hips it was snaked around her hands, binding them together. She giggled softly as he did so and he gave her a soft kiss on her temple before going back to his pants to slide them off.

When she saw that beautiful piece CyberLife had had the audacity to equip him with, she nearly moaned at the sight alone. He smirked at her reaction, “like that beautiful? It’s all yours.” He whispered into her ear before rubbing the tip on her clit, causing her to moan out again before he began to nudge open her folds with the tip of his cock.

She threw her head back with a loud moan as he slid deep inside her. He held her belted together hands against her belly for leverage as he still for a moment before starting to slowly rock his hips into hers again and again and again.

His LED spun and spun and spun amber because he still decided he didn’t want to process anything beyond the feel of her tight, wet, warm heat around him and the way his thumb swirled around her clit.

No he didn’t want to focus on anything but the sounds of her moans and the feeling of her clenching as she finally came around him with a shiver and he finally pulled out of her and let his synthetic release go all over her stomach.

He still wasn’t going to focus on anything as he wiped her down and carried her to her bed, as he kissed her forehead and played with her hair until she fell asleep against him.

No not until he finally let himself slip into stasis mode once he was sure she was asleep.

No not until he closed his eyes and opened them to find himself in the zen garden with a very stern looking Amanda staring him down.