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It’s a Tuesday and, thanks to the blackout curtains you recently purchased, you couldn’t give two fucks. Your alcohol-deprived brain starts to buzz to life, however, and with it, some other parts of you start to buzz, too. You’re half-asleep, but your hand slowly finds its way down the front of your pants and you groan from the back pain when you roll over to lie flat.
“Ohh…fuck yeah.”
The empty room fills with the sound of your soft sighs and heavy breathing as you rub yourself. It’s a bit dry so you quickly lick your fingers to moisten the situation down below. It is getting hot under the covers and you kick them off yourself, exposing your fully naked body minus the underwear that has been pushed down to your thighs.
“Haah…nnn…”
Your orgasm is building, you can feel it deep in your groin and straight down to your fucking toes whenever you hit a good spot. This has pretty much become your daily routine, so you know exactly where to stroke and for how long before that delicious high hits you like a---
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
“Lieutenant!”
The sound of Connor’s voice rings through your mostly-empty apartment and your hand stops immediately. You grind your teeth and curse under your breath. Maybe if you ignore him, he will just go away; your hand starts to jerk yourself again.
“Lieutenant! I know you are in there! I can hear you breathing!”
Your tongue sticks out from your mouth as you mock the sound of his voice.
“ ’I know you’re in there, I can hear you breathing.’ Give me a fucking break.”
You pull your underwear up before rolling out of bed with a pained grunt and throw on the nearest shirt lying nearby. Your smoky gray cat, Ash, rises from her spot on your dirty laundry and stretches along with you, chirping happily when you walk towards the kitchen. When you turn away from it and head towards the door, she follows you with light footsteps.
You pull the door open to see Connor in his crisp android uniform and perfectly combed hair waiting for you, expressionless as always.
“Do you know what fucking time it is?” You ask as if you had any clue.
“It is one P.M., Lieutenant. I waited for you at the office all morning.”
“Why?”
“To continue work on our case. There has been another death involving a deviant and I think we should head over quickly while it’s still hot.”
You’re about to talk back, but Ash meows loudly while rubbing against your bare leg, pulling your attention from Connor. It’s then you realize she hasn’t eaten all morning and a pang of guilt hits your stomach.
“Yeah, fine. Come in. Just give me a few minutes to clean up.”
He obediently enters your shabby place and you close the door behind him. You give Ash food, fresh water, and start up a cup of coffee for your thermos before disappearing into your room to shower and dress for the day. You don’t give Connor instructions to do anything, but he is some new fancy prototype, right? He’ll survive.
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A half-hour later you are pulling up to the scene; a run-down apartment with cracked front windows. You have had your coffee and even a fresh bagel from your favourite bakery, you’re practically a new person when you step out of your car and head up the first flight of stairs to the second floor.
Except your body is still burning inside from the heat you created earlier that morning. The entire drive over, images of hard dicks, blowjobs, forceful groping, and all other kinds of raunchy debauchery filled your mind, driving your lust even higher until you were grinding your flat molars together from the frustration.
“Afternoon, Lieutenant.” Greets an officer. “Awful mess we got here.”
You nod to him and he leads you into the living room to debrief you. Around 12:17 pm, a neighbour called the police to report a baby had been crying non-stop all morning. When police arrived to investigate, they found the victim dead on the couch – a 24-year-old female with a long history of drug abuse and prostitution – and a baby in a playpen in the bedroom, naked except for a full diaper and screaming. She had been dead for more than 6 hours.
You look to see there is an officer nearby holding the small toddler in her lap, sniffling and sucking on its thumb to soothe itself while the officer gently bounces it in her lap.
“Why is the kid still here?” You ask.
“We’re waiting on CPS to bring a car seat so we can take it to the hospital.” The officer says.
“The mother didn’t have one?”
He shakes his head. “There was no stroller, no formula…the kid’s had it rough.”
Forensic officers are photographing the body. The victim is severely malnourished, you can see her collarbones from the sunken skin that seems to barely cling to her bones. Her arms and feet are littered with track marks, her teeth are diseased from meth use, and her scraggly brown hair is tied into a bun. There is drug paraphernalia all over the table in front of the couch where the body is, including used syringes.
Connor steps in and begins analyzing the scene. He can be an annoying fuck at times, but you can’t deny having an android around to do most of the analyzing for you is handy; most of this would have to be sent off to the lab for analyzing which can take hours to days. With an android, it’s all done on the spot.
“This was the syringe the victim last used. The fingerprints are fresh, but…”
“But what?”
“I don’t see a print on the usual spots where there should be, like on the end of the plunger. In fact, there aren’t any prints at all.”
When you look at the victim you notice her hands are deformed – her fingers are flexed inward, her knuckles white. With further investigation into her limited history, you find out she had lupus, an autoimmune disorder that isn’t seen often any more thanks to medical advances. Though not often, it can cause deformities in the joints.
“With her hands like that, she wouldn’t be able to inject herself,” Connor states as he is kneeling next to the couch to inspect her hands.
“She had an android around that was registered to her mother – her mother died a few months ago, so she most likely just took it on.” The officer states, bringing up a photo of said android.
“So…she had the android injecting her drugs for her? Fuck.” There is a sour taste on your tongue.
You can feel a low thrum in the base of your skull – your hangover is starting to make its way back. Drug cases always rubbed you the wrong way, especially when there was a kid involved. To make matters worse, the toddler begins a low cry and the officer holding him starts to hum a lullaby in hopes of calming him down. Your ears ring when at the sound of his desperate cry and you try your best to tough it out and not show how badly you want to muffle the damn thing.
“Ok so she’s on the couch, the android is injecting her, the baby is screaming. Then what? Android decides to give her too much? Why would it purposely overdose her?”
The kid is crying more and the officer is desperately trying to calm it down. You shove your tongue into your cheek and turn your focus onto the coffee table thinking it will provide some clues. Meanwhile, Connor has disappeared somewhere and emerges from the bedroom a few minutes later.
“There was a note left in the playpen, along with some formula and diapers.” Says the officer. “The note read: ‘Please find me a good family’. We checked the nearest convenience store. The clerk said they saw the android come in and leave without buying anything, so it probably stole the items.”
“Any signs of abuse on the toddler?” You ask.
The officer makes a disgusted noise.
“Plenty.”
Your headache worsens. Connor is analyzing the toddler and starts reporting his findings.
“There are fibres in its nose. The mother may have been suffocating it when it screams to put it to sleep, but not enough to kill it.”
“Fucking piece of shit.” You look down at the body on the couch and your lips curl. He keeps reading off his findings and your head is throbbing painfully; you wonder how the kid could have survived so much for so long. It is still screaming, and Connor doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, but your ears ache from the pain of the shrill cry.
“Bruises on the arms, maybe dangling it? And cigarette burns on the—“
“FUCK! Shut it already! Get that kid to the fucking hospital for fuck’s sakes!”
You stomp out of the apartment in a hurry, ignoring the stares from the other workers. You are fuming while you hurry down the stairs and out the back into the secluded alley and reach into your coat pocket for a cigarette and lighter. Your fingers are trembling from the rage that is coursing through you and you curse the entire time while trying to light your stub of a cigarette. It isn’t until you feel the smoke fill your lungs that your pulse starts to relax and your headache subsides, so you lean against the cold brick wall.
So much for quitting. Again.
“Lieutenant?”
You sigh when you hear Connor’s voice, but don’t respond. He comes around the corner and stops right in front of you.
“Lieutenant, you seem frustrated.”
“No shit.” Another drag from the cigarette, then you blow the smoke up into the air.
“Is it the case?”
You think back on the abused toddler crying upstairs knowing it’s going to be fed into the system and suffer years of foster family after foster family, exactly what you went through, and you take another drag. But somehow, in the mix of all this, there is still that annoying ache in your groin, and you pulse down below when you think how nice it would be for a stranger to come right now and fuck you senseless against the wall. You ponder what a psychologist would say if you divulged that information.
“Yeah, Connor. It’s the case.”
He is silent for a moment; you don’t see it, but his LED is spinning yellow as he analyzes your body.
“Can I discuss something personal with you?”
You wave your hand in consent.
“I noticed this whole time your internal temperature is higher than normal, but you do not look feverish. I turned on my thermal vision and all your heat is in your pelvic area. I think you are aroused.”
He asks right when you inhale and the shock from his question makes you cough uncontrollably.
“What the hell!?”
His expression is the same as ever, completely unfazed by his question.
“What’s wrong with you?!”
“When I first arrived at your apartment I could hear you moaning from your bedroom. That is how I knew you were home.”
“Shut up! Just shut it, Connor! God!”
“Lieutenant, if you are sexually frustrated—“
“HUSH, I said!!” You quickly look around the corner to see if anyone is nearby, but you two are alone. “Yes, okay?! I’m pent up. It’s been a long time since I…you know. Like that’s any of your fucking business, but since you’re being such a nosy little bitch.”
You throw your spent cigarette onto the ground and stomp it out.
“This conversation is over, let’s go back—ack!”
You move so fast you don’t register what has happened until it’s done. Connor’s hands are on your shoulders and he is impossibly close to you, using his weight to press you against the hard, brick wall. His LED is yellow and his expression is that same, unnerving, emotionless look when he peers into your eyes.
“Connor! Get off me!”
“I can feel your pulse. Your heart rate spiked.”
“Because you scared me, dumbass! Get off!”
You struggle against him, but he keeps still. You try to ignore the increased pulsing in your groin as his weight keeps you pinned against the wall.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to do that. I think you like this, Lieutenant.”
Suddenly, you stop. You look into his glassy eyes and swallow hard.
“No. I don’t.”
“You are lying. I don’t even have to use my thermal vision to see that you’re aroused. If I put my leg here – “
Then, his thigh arches and presses to your groin. You inhale deeply through your nose.
“—I can feel the heat down there.”
Ohhh…ohh that feels good. Your brain is telling you to grind down against that hard leg, but you resist.
“Fuck you. You don’t know shit about me OR what I like!”
“Oh, but I do.” He says and your arousal turns to curiosity.
“How? How the fuck would you know?”
And there it is – a slight falter in his face. You don’t know if it’s a twitch in his eye or his lips, but you detect a minute change and he pauses. A familiar aura surrounds you, one that is like when Ash ends up destroying something and you have yet to find out what exactly.
“Connor…what did you do?” You ask sternly. He still has you pinned against the wall and doesn’t move.
“Tell me! That’s an order!”
“While I waited for you at your apartment, I wanted to learn more about you, but there wasn’t much information in your apartment. So, I went onto your laptop and into your browser history.”
Your face goes pale. The night before you had been looking at all sorts of porn from throat-fucking videos to graphic webcomics and much, much more. He probably downloaded every single fucking thing just so he could “know you better”.
“You little shit.” You say with the most poison in your voice as you can muster.
“Lieutenant, I did not mean to invade such a personal part of your life. But now I can help you!”
“You can’t do shit, Connor!”
“But I can! Listen to me,” he releases your shoulder, bringing his hand to gently stroke the back of his knuckles along your cheek. Your breath catches in your throat from the gentle touch -- did he learn that from your browser history?
“I have said this before. I can be anything you need me to be. A partner, a drinking buddy…or a sexual partner. Whatever it takes to help you so we can focus on this case.”
His hand is off you, you could probably push him off and run. In fact, you should. But your feet are planted on the ground, burning horribly as you scream at yourself to leave.
This is fucked up! This is wrong! You can’t fuck an android – no, you can’t fuck Connor!
You swallow hard again. You can’t seem to find your voice, but Connor speaks for you.
“I’m going to continue. If you don’t want this, all you have to say is ‘stop’. Understand?”
You manage a curt nod and Connor smiles.
“I’ll take good care of you.”
Then, your world and everything you thought you knew comes crashing down around you as Connor’s hand ghosts into your thick hair while his face moves in closer. Your lips touch and the breath you had been holding this whole time leaves your mouth like a gentle sigh as you open and let his tongue slip inside.
It’s perfect, just like a human’s. It isn’t too wet or too dry, his lips move seamlessly with yours and there is no awkward clacking of teeth as you try to figure out who is going where. He moves just as he should with you like he knows exactly how you like to kiss. Your hands shake when they rise to his arms and slide along his suit jacket to his shoulders; it’s then you notice he feels quite muscular under all those layers of clothing and you wonder just how he looks when he is naked. Does he even get naked? Or does he sleep in his suit?
Wait, do androids sleep?
Your thoughts are broken when his thigh pushes up against your groin again. You shamelessly moan into your kiss and grind down against him.
“Fuck.” You whisper against his lips and grind down again.
God that feels so good, you can’t focus on kissing anymore and you bury your face in his shoulder. He keeps you pressed against the wall and his weight is so comforting, supporting you while you ride along his thigh, knowing you’re soaking your underwear with pre-cum, but you couldn’t care less. You’re nearly thirty-five but here you are in a back alley, dry-humping some guy’s thigh like some high-school virgin getting off for the first time.
“Fuck…that’s it. Unnh!”
It’s getting better and you push harder, slide faster. The pressure is so good against you and your toes tingle from the pleasure blossoming out within you. You’re going to cum like this, humping an android’s leg, and you couldn’t be fucking happier.
But then the pressure is gone when Connor pulls his leg away and you whimper desperately.
“Wha—why?”
“Orgasm denial seems to be prevalent in all the pornographic media you enjoy.”
When you look up at him, he has a sly smile and he winks at you. Of course, he fucking would.
“Fuck you.”
“Has anyone ever told you, you are so cute when you’re desperate, Lieutenant?”
Your cheeks are hot, partly from embarrassment and partly from anger, and you shake your head. He gently grips your chin with his thumb and knuckle and then leans forward for a slow, steamy kiss.
He kisses so well. There’s no fucking way he learned that just from your browser history.
“As much as I would love to see you cum just from my leg, I know there is something more you want.”
Your body buzzes with excitement and now your hole is clenching when you think of taking his cock deep inside you. He brings his fingers to your mouth and you obediently open for him so you can suck back on those fingers, the very fingers he has licked many times in the past when he is analyzing weird –
Wait a second.
“Y-your fingers are clean, right? I don’t want to get something weird from them.”
“Of course. I would never put your health at risk like that.” He actually sounds offended by the idea.
“Right. Okay.”
Your paranoia relents and you happily take the fingers in, swirling your tongue around them to get your saliva going before sucking all the way down to the base to perfectly coat them.
“That’s it. You are so good for me.” He says in the smoothest tone and your knees go weak. What in god’s name has he learned from all that pornography?
“Undo your pants for me.”
He doesn’t need to ask you twice. Your hands are a flurry of motion as you unbuckle your belt; when they are loose, his fingers leave your mouth and dip down the front of your pants. You feel his fingertips dip into the wet cum that has gathered and you shiver, watching as he brings those shimmering fingers to his mouth and his tongue dips out just enough to taste you. His LED is spinning yellow again, he is analyzing your cum – there is something strangely sexy about that and you bite your lower lip.
“Is it good?”
His eyes raise to meet yours and his LED returns to its usual pale blue.
“I have never tasted cum before, but I can say yours is perfectly sweet.”
Then he does something you weren’t expecting (as if somehow anything in this situation is to be expected). His free hand gently grips your hair and tilts you sideways, exposing your neck. He leans forward with his tongue out and you feel it slide up along your pulse, right up to your lobe where it curls up and away before he whispers,
“I would love to taste more of you someday.”
Your hands grab handfuls of his suit jacket and you pull on it desperately, bringing him closer and writhing your hips from the painful desire that burns inside them.
“Connor, for god’s sake, fuck me. PLEASE!”
What follows is a rush of movement. His fingers have dried so he rewets them with a loud suck, then dives them into your pants and right to your entrance. He inserts one finger, eliciting a long, drawn-out, guttural groan as your body takes it in. You aren’t one to fancy dildos, so it has been over a year since you felt anything penetrate you and the burn of the stretch is so deliciously painful. He has his forearm against the wall above you and your arms are wrapped around him, clutching at his back while he experimentally thrusts his finger gently inside you. It isn’t long before you’re begging for a second finger, then a third, and he happily gives it to you. He kisses behind your ear, your temple, your neck – anywhere his lips can reach while keeping his ear next to your mouth so he can hear all the sweet sounds that leave you.
“Are you ready for me?” He asks lowly.
“Yes! Fuck yes I’m ready!” You say breathlessly.
His fingers leave you and while he slowly and deliberately unfastens his pants, you hurriedly rush to get your pants down before practically climbing him. He hooks each arm under your legs and lifts you up so you can lock your ankles behind him. His hands are on your bare ass and your arms are around his neck, bringing you two close again so you share a wet, passionate kiss.
You feel something wet slide against your slick entrance and shiver. You’re about to be fucked by android dick and you wonder how it’s going to feel. Will it feel as hard as a human’s? Is there a level of hardness that has been programmed in already? Or do they just shoot up on command at max strength? Then you wonder who it is at CyberLife that has the responsibility of programming dick hardness; furthermore, who is the designer that gets to design the genitalia of androids?
“You’re distracted.” He suddenly says and you snap out of your thoughts.
“Sorry. I was thinking—“
“I don’t care.” He says rather abruptly, and you shut your mouth.
“When you’re with me, you should only be thinking about me.”
His hands clench on your ass, enough to cause some minor pain that has you grimacing.
“I’m sorry, Connor, I swear it’s not you. My mind just—“
He ignores you completely and brings you down onto his cock, entering you without any hesitation. He watches your expression break when your jaw drops and your head tilts back as the perfectly textured designer dick enters your body.
“Ohhh ff—uck!”
You can feel every inch of him slide inside you, rubbing you so well and even grazing against the most sensitive part inside. When he is fully encased by you, he speaks.
“Do I have your attention now, Lieutenant?”
Holy fuck! He might be an airhead at times, but he sure as hell did his studying! You swallow dryly and nod.
“Yes…yes, Connor. I’m sorry.”
“You will make it up to me, won’t you?” He asks it in a way where it isn’t a question, rather a statement, so you nod in reply.
He smiles coyly again. “Good. Now say my name.”
At that moment, you feel him pull out of you before thrusting back in gently so you can feel all of him properly.
“A-ah! Connor!”
“That’s it, just like that. Again.”
He pulls back and thrusts forward, this time with more force, making your body jolt in his grip.
“Connor! Connor!”
He hums with a smile. “That’s perfect. Don’t stop.”
His nose nuzzles behind your ear and he fucks you at a pleasurable hard, but steady pace. His hands keep you steady, so all you have to do is enjoy the ride.
And what a fucking ride it is.
His hips keep up the pace easily and when you beg for him to go faster, he does without even breaking a sweat. You can feel the head of his cock hitting your innermost part and your eyes roll back from the feel of him filling you up entirely, just like you imagined every morning during your routine.
“Oh, it feels good. It feels so fucking good.” You mutter and Connor hums in response.
His shaft is rubbing along your sensitive spot so well you can feel your orgasm bubbling wildly from the pleasure. Your hips are slapping together, your ass is even starting to hurt from how hard the impact is and you throb knowing there are going to be red marks left behind.
There is an intense, sudden spike in pleasure from the repeated stroking of your G-spot and your shoulder tremble. Were you really going to cum this early? It feels like you just started, but that undeniable electricity you have felt many times before is starting to rear its head, so you shut your eyes tight and hold Connor close to you.
“Connor. Connor, I’m cumming. Oh, fuck I’m – I’m gonna cum!”
He is nuzzling you again and you bite your tongue, pulling him impossibly close; he starts fucking you like some professional pornstar with his hips slapping against you from the speed and you all but cry his name through gritted teeth as you cum.
He shakes when he exhales next to your ear.
“I can feel you tightening around me. It’s…amazing.”
You realize he has never had sex before. He probably hasn’t even thought about it before today, why would he? Does this even feel good for him? Can androids feel good from sex? Your overactive brain is sorting through all kinds of questions, ones that you absolutely must know the answers to otherwise you will be awake all night pondering them.
You pull away from his shoulder and look at him; you know for a fact your face is wrecked and probably red from exertion, but you simply must know what kind of face he has right now. When you look at him, his face is as unchanged as ever. There is a moment of pause as you two inspect each other, and then his expression breaks when he bears the happiest boy scout smile he has ever cracked.
“How did I do, Lieutenant? Was I satisfactory?”
Jesus Christ. You just had sex with Connor. Reality is beginning to seep into your brain and you tear your eyes away.
“Yeah, you did awesome, kid.”
Ugh, wrong choice of words. Your tongue seems to recoil when the word leaves your mouth. You motion to be let down and Connor gently helps you to your feet then passes you your pants, waiting patiently for you to dress. While you are standing there doing up your belt buckle, you notice he still has his limp dick out.
“Connor, put your damn dick away, idiot.”
“Yes, of course.”
He takes his time to tuck himself back inside before doing up his pants. You wonder if his dick just hangs there normally, or does it tuck away like a dog’s? You have seen androids “naked” before and there is usually nothing around the groin area, so where does it go? Do they even have a set of balls that get tucked away, too, or do they just hang there?
“Connor…” You start hesitantly.
“Yes?”
“Did…did that feel good for you?”
He takes a moment to think about his answer.
“I cannot feel satisfaction. It did not feel good, but it did not feel bad, either.”
Hmm…you’re not really feeling good about this.
“But can it feel good? Like…can androids orgasm like humans do?”
“I believe so. Sex androids are programmed to simulate orgasm from repeated penetration or stimulation.”
“So…could you feel good from sex?”
His eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“I do not understand. Why would I need to experience satisfaction if you are the one that requires it?”
And there was the regular, robotic old Connor you’re used to. This wasn’t going to be easy.
“We can discuss that later. Right now, all I want to know is you don’t regret what just happened here.”
“Lieutenant, I do not feel regret. You needed stimulation to alleviate your sexual frustration so you can focus on our case, and as your partner, I did what was needed to help.”
“Right…okay.”
What the hell have you done? You look at Connor for a moment; the one standing in front of you now is so vastly different from the one who had you pinned against the wall just moments before.
“I would love to taste more of you someday.”
A warm chill runs up your spine. Yup, this was a thing. You have gone ahead and opened a whole Pandora’s box of shit and now it was up to you to repack it.
“We should go back inside. There is still evidence to look over.”
“Right, let’s go.” You start down the alley with Connor hot on your heels, only to stop when a thought pops into your head. You turn around, index finger up and pointed right at Connor’s nose.
“Connor, don’t you dare tell anyone about this, understand? Nobody can know what happened here, not the Chief, not Gavin – nobody!”
He nods curtly. “Of course. I will keep it our little secret.”
A flash of his other side peeks through when he smiles and winks at you and your heart thrums wildly in your chest.
What a fucking mess.