#connor android

Connor nervously fidgeted across from Hank at the Detroit Police Department. A new case had just come in, and the pair needed you to be there, but it was your day off. Connor felt so guilty about calling you in when you were probably relaxing at home, curled up under a blanket. Plus, he didn't want you driving in the rain. The least he could do was call a taxi for you, but...

"Connor, have you called her yet? We need to get going. Or can you just have her meet us there?" Hank asked impatiently.

"I'm trying, Hank," Connor whined. "She won't pick up."

"Then leave a fuckin' voice mail! Damned thing probably wants nothing to do with us right now."

Connor clenched his jaw and looked down, calling you once again via his internal software. The minutes ticked by, and still no answer, so he left a voicemail that said, "y/n, I know it's your day off, but Hank and I need you in today. I don't know if you've seen the news, but there was a shooting at Capitol Park. Only two fatalities have been reported, but there were at least twenty injured and seven in critical condition. The suspect is nowhere to be found. Please call me back when you get the chance."

And you still didn't respond.

"Connor, we can't wait here any longer. We need to go. If she doesn't want to come, she can take it up with Fowler," Hank stated, roughly sliding his chair away from his desk.

"Wait, Lieutenant, please, I can fix this. Let me go to her apartment. It's only a few minutes away. I'll check on her, and we'll meet you there."

You received another text message from Connor that read, 'I don't know why you won't respond to me, but I am very worried. I'm coming over right now.'

Hank groaned, slipping on his trench coat. "Fine, Connor. But don't take too long, okay?"

"Got it," he replied, rising from his seat and pushing in his chair.

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Connor took a taxi to your modest apartment complex and jogged to the door, garnering the attention of a few curious individuals in the lobby. Why a detective android was there, they didn't know. But it didn't matter to Connor. Once he set foot into the structure, he instantly scanned the halls and found the quickest route to your room. The elevator closest to your side of the building was undergoing maintenance, so he redirected himself and took the other elevator opposite to his destination. It was a minor setback, but he would still find your room and finally learn why you had been ignoring him.

The slim elevator opened instantly, allowing Connor inside along with another android. Both of them stood rigidly in the confined space, not once looking at each other.

"You're a prototype," the android who carried bags of groceries in his hands said.

Caught off guard, Connor glanced at him, prepared to speak, but nothing immediately came to mind. It certainly was odd that the other android chose to address him, but being a deviant himself, he could spot others like him from a mile away.

"I am a prototype," Connor responded. "RK800, specifically designed to assist law enforcement."

The deviant turned to him, his demeanor rather humanlike. "Why is an android designed for assisting law enforcement in here with no other colleagues?"

Rather uncomfortable, Connor chose not to respond. The number on the screen beside the buttons increased rapidly and soon stopped at the seventh floor. Just in time, he thought. The door slid open, and Connor rushed out, his black boots faintly clacking against the floor.

'I'm almost there,' Connor texted you, having no need to use a phone.

With every step he took, he felt an unfamiliar dread overcome him. Since deviating, emotions often overwhelmed Connor. It was as if he were a hormonal teenager. For instance, he could be moody one moment, then perfectly fine the next, then prepared to smack sense into Hank. But of course, he never let it show too much. After all, if Fowler found out he was a deviant who hunted deviants, well...

Eventually, Connor found himself just outside your room. The digital lock was easy for him to bypass, and when the lock clicked, he silently pushed the door open. Scanning the room, he found your belongings neatly stored. It was as if you weren't even home. Your bag remained on the dining room chair, just beside your identification card. A few dishes sat on the drying rack, having been recently washed—apparent by the small water droplets clinging to their surfaces. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so Connor stepped further into the apartment. Your phone was on the counter, completely untouched. Once he tapped the screen, he saw all of his missed phonecalls and messages. So he called your phone again, and, sure enough, the device didn't ring or vibrate. Feeling a little frustrated, he rounded the corner of the counter and continued to the hall, having given the empty living room a brief glance.

Something Connor found curious was the rather wet noises emanating from your bedroom. Not thinking much of it, he placed a hand on the doorframe and stepped into the doorway. There you were, completely bare, legs spread wide, as you fucked your tight hole with your biggest dildo. Connor was shocked, and just like a human would, he involuntarily gasped. The noise caught your attention, and your eyes shot to the door where you saw your colleague.

"Oh, fuck, Connor!" you exclaimed, heart pounding in your chest.

"y/n, I'm so sorry for barging in," he stuttered, looking away embarrased as you covered yourself with a blanket, the dildo still buried deep inside of you.

"Why the fuck are you here? Why didn't you knock?"

"I've been trying to get ahold of you for a while, y/n!" he defended. "I have been calling you and texting you nonstop, and yet you never once responded!"

"My phone was on silent, Connor!" you said, still shaken by his sudden appearance.

"I saw that," he said softer, still looking down. "Well, there's..." he trailed off, feeling incredibly guilty to drag you away to a crime scene when you were in the middle of fucking yourself raw. "There's been an incident, but I—"

"Okay, okay, I get it," you said, straightening up and wincing as the dildo reached deeper inside of you.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted," Connor said, evidently feeling guilty. "I don't wish for you to stop—I mean, I don't mean for it to come out that way—"

"Please just knock next time," you said, your body relaxing a bit further against your bed.

"Yes, I understand. I apologize. I was just worried, seeing as you didn't respond once."

Neither of you spoke for a moment, and the dildo made you wince again, which didn't fail to gather Connor's attention.

"Umm," he began. "How close were you?"

That question sent heat straight to your core, and you managed to say, "Not close at all. I was just..."

"I understand." Connor finally lifted his head to meet your gaze, and he said, "Well, we need to meet Hank at the scene."

You nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"May I... help you?"

Your entire body turned to jelly as he asked such a simple question, but you were unable to resist the android's advances. He'd captivated you for months with how human he always seemed. Without further hesitation, you carefully uncovered your body and leaned back, spreading your legs expectantly. The dildo was absolutely covered in your juices, and Connor could see how they had coated every inch of the toy with a white film. Human bodies were so interesting to him...

"How long have you been..."

"Like twenty minutes," you said. "But my arms are getting tired."

"I bet," Connor cooed, carefully stalking closer to you. "Your body managed to produce lots of discharge. It's very fascinating. I can see that you were being rather rough with yourself..."

"Mmh, yeah," you whispered, watching as he wrapped his synthetic hand around the base and slowly pulled it out until only the tip settled inside of you. You would never grow tired of the way it dragged against your insides, but with Connor's help...

"Do I have your consent to use this on you?" he asked, his pretty brown eyes searching yours. You nodded eagerly, but he said, "I need to hear it. Yes, or no?"

"Yes, Connor, yes!" you said a bit too excitedly.

"Just tell me if I hurt you, okay?" he asked. "And... we need to be fast, so I will stimulate your clitoris... orally..."

You let out a little whine and bucked your hips, so Connor began a decent pace, his grip on the toy never faltering.

"Your vagina should already be very sensitive from these movements," he said more to himself than to you. "You need to be careful with the size you choose, however. A toy that's too big could damage your delicate walls."

The obscene squelching of your pussy brought a slight smile to Connor's lips, and he increased the pace, noticing how you arched your back.

"After our session, you should give your body a break for a few days. Going on for twenty minutes straight will make your hole rather sore."

Without a second thought, Connor dipped his head down to give your clit a little lick. His sensors immediately scanned the foreign juices on his tongue, and he hummed thoughtfully, leaning in for another taste.

"I can taste how bitter your fluids are," he said. "You have a very distinct taste that tells me a lot about your hormones and... even what you consume."

"Really?" you asked, watching him dip down for another taste as he thrusted the dildo deeper and deeper into your tight canal.

"Yes. I... know it may be a strange thing to say, but even if I couldn't identify the exact chemical composition of your fluids, I could pick yours out from any other female. Your taste is so distinct, and I—I..." he whimpered, swirling his tongue around your clit once. "I really like it. You taste so good."

Once he flicked his mechanical tongue over your swollen bud, you bucked your hips to meet his movements. Knowing you needed more, he made sure to stimulate your walls just near your cervix with every thrust. Connor knew exactly how to fulfil your every need, but it still wasn't enough...

You moaned softly, sliding your fingers through his smooth, dark hair. "Can you please touch my breasts?" you begged.

Without wasting a second, Connor's left hand shot out to roughly knead your skin. His long, nimble fingers found your peaked nipple, and he pinched hard enough to make you gasp. Knowing he had you right where he wanted you, he rolled your nipple between his fingers at a similar pace to the way he abused your needy clit. Connor's LED flickered between blue and yellow, indicating that he had received a message from Hank. But he was already too far gone to respond. Your pussy was his new obsession, he decided. Eating you out was like his sustenance, and he couldn't get enough.

Connor's mechanical arm thrust the toy particularly deep inside of you, and a raw, unbridled moan parted your lips. You were already so close to cumming, and Connor knew it.

"Don't stop," you begged, "Please keep going. I'm so close."

For some reason, seeing how enthusiastic you were made Connor equally as enthusiastic. So, he reciprocated every whine that you produced. His tongue precisely flicked your bud back and forth, the vibrations of his moans sending a shiver down your spine. Your hips rolled against his face, chasing more of how the dildo dragged against your soaked walls. Connor didn't stop once, and you finally found the position that made you utterly stupid. Your eyes focused on a random point on the ceiling, and Connor nearly felt bad for turning you into a dumb little slut, but at the same time, you were so pretty to him.

Moments later, your whole body tensed painfully, your back arched, and your thighs instinctively clamped around Connor's head.

"It's too much!" you cried, the pleasure totally overcoming you.

But Connor continued lapping away at your clit and fucking your sopping cunt. The orgasm felt as if it hit you twice, and each time, Connor pinched your nipple hard, wanting you to feel absolutely everything. Even when your body relaxed, he rode you through the sensations, not even caring that your needy hole had painted his hand with its slick.

"Connor, please," you begged, gripping the sheets beneath you.

But he continued on, still not satisfied with how much time he'd gotten with your sweet pussy. His LED flickered again, and he finally slowed down, giving your body a break. Connor slid the dildo from your cunt, creating a soft little pop. Then, he answered the call from Hank.

"Lieutenant," he said cooly, intently watching how your hole clenched and contracted around nothing. "Right. We're on our way right now. She wasn't feeling well, but I'm helping her out. She insists on coming," he said, his eyes briefly meeting yours, "to the crime scene."

The pair exchanged a few more words, and Connor ended the call. You'd already begun finding your clothes, but he stopped you.

"Wait," he murmured. "I... I'll help clean you up." And he ducked down again, sliding his tongue up and down the length of your slit to collect as much wetness as he could. Luckily for him, there was no shortage, but unluckily for you, your slutty hole would be seeping for hours and soaking through your panties. At least it gave Connor a little meal.

Finally, he pulled away, his lips a pretty red, all moist from your cunt.

"Hmm... Shall we go now?" he asked, giving you innocent puppy dog eyes as if he hadn't just been shoving a dildo in and out of you.

You rolled your eyes and quickly slid to the edge of your bed before wrapping your arms tightly around him. "I hate you," you muttered.

"Oh, I know. I love you, too," he teased, running his soft hand up and down your bare back.

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