whats-yesterday00

[whats-yesterday00]

High-Sensitivity.

(some lovely little content warnings- nsfw, obviously. rk800 - connor x gender-neutral reader, sub!connor.. the works. enjoy~)

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You heard muffled panting and weak groans coming from the spare bedroom. The spare bedroom you let Connor occupy after the successful android revolution- you didn’t mind his company, but you often found yourself returning home to these sounds. The breathy whimpers. The weak moans. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing in there.. As quietly as you can, you approach the door. The muffled noises you’re hearing from Connor get slightly louder in volume the closer you get. You slowly reach out and push the door open without a sound, and there you’re greeted with a sight to behold.

You expected something simple. Connor pleasuring himself, sure. What you didn’t expect to see was the android holding himself up on the bed as his hips were hungrily rutting into the pillow beneath him- he had shoved it haphazardly between his thighs, almost out of a pure desperation to get off.

His biceps and forearms were strained, artificial muscles bulging from holding himself up for so long as his fingers grip the sheets beneath him. He must’ve lowered the temperature in the room as you notice puffs of hot air escaping his parted lips, and interestingly, a bowl of ice placed nearby. You wonder if he was using that to keep his systems from getting too overheated, or for pleasure..

Your eyes shamelessly run over his naked figure as he continues to pleasure himself, seemingly unaware of your presence watching from the cracked doorway. A blue toned blush covered his cheeks, and similarly, the head of his cock was the same shade of blue- almost begging to be touched. His eyes were shut tight, his LED spinning red as he pants and his hips stuttered forward as a breathy moan fell from his lips. A moan of your name. You can’t control what you do next. You push the door open the rest of the way and enter the room, quickly approaching the bed. You put a knee on the edge and cup his jaw firmly in your hand. Connor’s eyes shoot open and in an instant, he freezes up, panic evident in his features as he gasps your name. “I-I.. I didn’t know you were home. I’m so sorry.” “I didn’t tell you to stop.” You mutter, much to the poor android’s confusion. His sweet brown eyes lock onto yours, awaiting clarification on the matter. “You heard me. Keep going, Connor.” You whisper to him, trailing a finger down his jawline. A shuddered breath escapes his lips at your touch and he obeys, beginning to slowly roll his hips down against the pillow between his thighs again. You watch him move for a moment, interest shining in your eyes. Connor lets out a few breathy gasps as he moves his hips and you move your head slightly to watch how his cock twitches against the pillow. He really was desperate. “So.. you gonna tell me what the ice is for, Con?” You tease, and he almost whines out his response. “D-Don’t ͍̭̜͔ͯ̉w̯͗ͤ̑͂ͥà̜̫͍̣͖̑̉ͧ̿n͎̦̜̻͈̠̜͊͒̀̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊ to.. o-overheat.” He manages, his vocal modulator glitching slightly in the process. You smile hearing this. You slowly reach over, taking an ice cube and popping it into your mouth, sucking on it as you watch Connor work his hips. The moment another puff of hot air escapes him, you lean forward- your lips meeting his as you hold his jaw firmly in place.

Connor moans out against your lips and in an instant, his tongue is entering your mouth. He lets out a slight noise of surprise when he not only feels how cold your tongue is, but it also met with the rapidly melting ice. If even possible, it only turns him on more. He kisses you with such a fervent hunger that it almost pushes you back from where you’ve kneeled on the bed.

You are sure to push back, both hands cupping his face now as you kiss him. Messily. Passionately. Once you feel that the ice has fully melted, you slowly pull back from the kiss to catch your breath, with Connor immediately leaning in for more the second you had separated from him. You laugh under your breath, gently pushing him back. “Easy, baby.. I’ll take care of you..” “P-Please?” Connor is quick to beg for you. It didn’t matter what you were going to do, all he knew is that he wanted you. You consumed his thoughts. He needed you. A sultry smile makes its way to your lips. Without another word, you move one of your hands, ice-cold fingertips dragging down his chest.

You take your time with him, studying his reactions and making sure he never once stopped moving his hips. Your hand slips further down until you feel where his thirium pump regulator is located just beneath his sternum. You can feel it rapidly thrumming beneath your fingers, trying to compensate for his behavior.

Your head tilts slightly and after a brief moment of consideration, you use your nails to pry up the edges- like you were going to remove it. Connor’s synthetic skin pulls back in an instant, revealing that white chassis underneath and he gasps loudly. You watch the rapid red spinning of his LED and you press the regulator that small half-inch back into him. It clicks.

“̺̘̟̼̓F̣̙̣̟̺͒̐̒-̺̘̟̼̓F̣̙̣̟̺̗͒̐̒u̯͍̱ͦc̟͕ͩͣ̇̋ͨk͈̲̂̋̍̌~” Connor moans out, blinking a few times after you toy with his regulator. You just smirk, watching as his skin slowly replaces itself. He didn’t expect that to feel good. Your hand slips down further, his hips still mindlessly rutting into the pillow beneath him. It was a wonder he hadn’t cum yet. 

With ease, your hand wraps around the base of his cock. His hips eagerly buck upwards into your hand as he breathes out your name. Your cold fingers caress him, feeling every detail, every vein.

Connor groans, his head resting down against your shoulder as he tries to stabilize himself somehow. One of his hands brace against your thigh as you touch him.

You slowly swipe your thumb over his tip, admiring the pretty blue shade it had become in his desperation. He almost hisses when you touch the sensitive head, hips momentarily pulling back before pushing right back into your touch.

“You feel a little hot, Connor..” You murmur, using your free hand now to pick up two ice cubes from the bowl. He lifts his head up when he hears the slight clink from the dish, going to explain why he was heating up- but you interrupt him by placing one of the ice cubes into his mouth. His eyebrows furrow, about to question you before a muffled moan rips through him. You were using that second ice cube on him. Slowly running it over that prominent vein on the underside of his length. Circling it around his hypersensitive tip. His head falls back against your shoulder as he nearly whimpers, his hand gripping your thigh underneath him. You can hear how the ice in his mouth has muffled him, yet he sucks on it, still attempting to cool down.

“That’s it.. good boy..” You whisper in his ear, hearing a quiet and almost glitched whine escape him in response to your words. You smile, letting the ice slip to your palm as you wrap your hand around his base again, slowly working it up and down. He groans again, the ice making him shudder as he feels it travel against him. His fingers dig into your thigh as his hips slowly roll into your hand in time with your movements. It was agonizingly slow, but he loved it. You keep your hand moving against him, pumping his length at a steady pace as Connor pants against your neck. You use your free hand to slowly drag your fingers up his arm, over his shoulder, to the back of his neck and into his hair.. where you tangle them into the messy locks and tug his head back, forcing eye contact.

Connor gasps, his eyes half-lidded as his head leans back with your grip on his hair. You lean close, pressing your lips against his once more. He kisses you back in an instant, desperate to taste you. As his tongue slips into your mouth, you quicken the pace of your hand against him, pumping faster. He moans heavily into your mouth and you can feel his cock twitch under your fingers.

It was Connor’s turn to break the kiss this time. He pants against your lips, forehead resting against yours. His hips buck up quickly into your hand, noises of pure unadulterated need falling from his lips every time your fingers seem to catch him just right.

“I-I.. I n͎̦̜̻͈̲̦͚̙͊͒̀e͕̬̲̦͚̙̔͛͌e͕̬͔̤̔͛͌̽͒̓̇d̼̪̫̙̔ more..” He gasps slightly, eyes finding yours. He was pleading with you, LED spinning red. Your head tilts as you consider, briefly, what more could he want? Then it clicks. You feel the way he is clutching your thigh for dear life and you smirk. “I’ve got an idea. Sit back..” You gently tell him, releasing your grip on his hair and pulling your hand away from his cock. He whines at the loss of contact and it takes him nearly a full minute to adjust, slowly resting back on his knees. His chest rises and falls heavily as he stares at you, his eyes swimming with lust and want. You adjust your position now as well, resting on your knees with your legs slightly spread. You make eye contact with the android, slowly tilting your head to the side before nodding down towards one of your thighs. “Come here.” Connor’s blush darkens. He gulps before slowly moving closer to you, almost hesitating before he straddles your thigh. He puts his hand on your other thigh as a means of balancing himself again, gripping tight when you shift just barely. He hisses- the fabric of your jeans causing friction he didn’t know he needed.

“Feels good, doesn’t it baby..?” You coo, placing your hand on the back of his neck so you could toy with his hair. Connor nods his head eagerly, head tilted down to maintain eye contact with you as he begins slowly rutting his hips into your thigh. He squeezes his eyes shut, whimpering under his breath at the new feeling.

You smile as you watch him pleasure himself on you. He was so desperate to finish that he was just a squirming mess against you. As he bucks his hips, you’ll occasionally press your thigh up into him to get a reaction, always resulting in a string of glitched swears or a loud whine from the android. He was too cute like this.

You can tell when he’s starting to get close. His pants are closer together and his eyes are shut tight as your name continually falls from his lips, begging for you to touch him. So you comply. You watch as his hips start to stutter against your thigh, struggling to keep up, and you move your free hand against his chest. Again, your fingers quickly find his regulator.

You watch as his synthetic skin pulls back for your touch, and just like you had done before, you pry it up, just a bit. Connor gasps out a bit, his fingers digging into your thigh and his back arching forward as his head falls back. You promptly push it back in with that firm click and he lets out a guttural moan, finally cumming. His modulator glitches yet again with that loud sound as his hips mindlessly rut against your thigh, following his orgasm.

You slowly pull your hand back and watch as Connor slowly comes down from his high, panting heavily as all of his movements gradually slow to a stop. His head hangs forward and his LED spins- red, then yellow, until it settles on that soft blue.

When he is calm, he slowly raises his head to meet your eye so he can thank you, cheeks still flushed. Instead, he is met with your head tilted and eyebrow raised, subtle smirk evident on your lips.

“Well? Are you gonna clean up your mess?” ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆⋆⁺｡ wc: 2,023.

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she/they | AuDHD | 22 | i dabble in the writings | post-uni grad | heavily interested in detroit: become human, criminal minds, and several other things, so expect me to never shut up about it | i also tend to beta read for my roommate, so shout-out to my girl

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I really only have experience in extensive writings for OCs. Otherwise, I have written for Connor (Detroit: Become Human) and Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds).

~ How I Write My Fics (Guidelines):

While I do write smut/nsfw, there are some things that I won't do. That being said, it goes as follows. Things like incest, minors with adults, and noncon/r*pe will not be written about under any circumstance.

Not all of my writings will be smut/nsfw, I will happily take a sfw request any day, trust. I naturally write as a gender neutral reader (as best as I can, anyway) but if you'd prefer masc or fem, I can work towards that as well. Lastly, I reserve the right to decline a request if I do not feel comfortable with writing it, if it goes against my guidelines, or if I just feel I do not have enough experience with writing in that subject to provide a decent work for you. (For example, I have no experience in writing omegaverse fics. I know what it is, I just don't think I could write it, lol)

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