Venom Isn't Scary At All. He's Just A Bus Fluff Gooey Slime Ball That Needs Attention

Sylus: *poking the grumpy crow plushie she’s cuddling* I thought this thing resided in your apartment?

MC: This thing has a name, Sylus.

Sylus: It can’t stay here.

MC: *frowning* Why the hell not?

Sylus: …

Sylus: Mephisto gets jealous.

MC: *raising an eyebrow*

YES. DESK. NOW.

Part Six: when I'm near you

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT7

Warning: 18+ Smut!

Summary: Connor and Y/N finally manage to have some alone time together!

A/N: Thanks again to everyone for being so kind toward my writing. In regards to the taglist I feel super slow for not figuring out how to do that yet, so bear with me. I hope you enjoy this sauciest of chapters!

"Some other time” did not arrive as quickly as Connor had been hoping. You were seemingly being pulled in every direction at the station, your expertise becoming a commodity among the other officers. Connor admired your work ethic and your commitment to the other officers, but he couldn’t help but feel annoyed every time he tried to have a moment with you and it was cut short by someone demanding your attention or advice for their case. To make matters worse you would look at him with big puppy dog eyes that screamed, “I’m sorry” and he would make himself smile and tell you that it was alright, that he understood. He expressed his frustration to Hank who simply shrugged and said,

“Well, do something about it then.”

Connor took the advice in stride and came up with a plan. He knew that you usually got up to grab a snack from the kitchen around 2:00 pm, so if he positioned himself in the maintenance closet you passed around that time, he could pull you in for a private moment. Connor waited until he heard your soft footsteps across the tile and then quickly pulled you into the closet before you could process the action. You let out a small yelp but calmed when you saw who had grabbed you.

“Apologies for startling you Y/N, but I find myself displeased with our lack of time together, so I decided to steal you away, at least for a moment,” Connor explained. He noticed that he had you pinned against the wall and released his grip, much to your disappointment.

“I’m sorry we haven’t been spending time together Connor, I’ve just been so swamped.” You sigh and play with the loose strand of hair that falls over his forehead.

“I understand. But perhaps…” Connor says and places a hand over your head and angles his mouth toward yours.

“You can apologize another way.” He finishes eyeing your lips. Your heart begins to beat faster as your lips near his, and you see him smile.

“I sense your heart rate increasing, is that because of me?” He whispers into your ear, causing a shiver down your spine.

“Are you going to kiss me or analyze my vitals?” You tease him, embarrassed. His smile fades and he closes in, his lips on yours now. Connor has a hand on your side, and you feel it tighten as you pull him closer to you by his tie. He moves his lips down your chin and to your neck, forcing you to release a small moan despite your best efforts to remain silent. Connor pulls back for a moment, a satisfied grin across his face. As he goes back for more you put a hand on his chest and hold him at bay.

“Connor, this is…really really nice, but I am not having sex with you in the maintenance closet at work. I mean, at least not the first time.” You tell him regaining your breath. He forces himself back and straightens his tie.

“I didn’t mean to assume…” He starts, but you put a hand up to stop him.

“My place, 8pm, don’t be late.” You say with a wink as you exit the closet.

Connor knocks at your door at 7:55 pm, more purple roses in hand. You throw open the door immediately and pull him inside. He was going to tell you about the flowers, but his mind goes blank when he notices the black lingerie you’re wearing under a short lacey robe. He drops the flowers on your floor and hoists you into his arms.

“Bedroom?” He asks.

“Second door on the right.” You say playing with his hair. As he carries you down the hall you plant light kisses down his neck and revel in his frustrated groans.

“Do you like that?” You whisper into his ear. He quickly makes it into the bedroom and gently lays you down, taking a moment to gaze over you before undressing himself. He throws his suit jacket to the floor and you lick your lips at the sight of him undoing his white button-up, revealing his lean physique underneath. From that moment he looks lost, and you don’t waste a second. You rise and push him to the bed deftly undoing his belt. He looks down at you, his expression a combination of mild terror and excitement as you take hold of his cock and move your hands up and down his shaft, eventually making circles with your tongue around his tip as you do. Connor throws his head back in a tremendous moan, and you decide to push him even further and wrap your lips around him and take as much of him as you can. He softly pats your hair as you do but as you increase speed it changes to a tangled grip in your hair, and he pulls you off.

“That is…more wonderful than I can say. Please, let me return to the favor.” He says and pins you to the bed with ease. He rips your bottoms off and begins to kiss your inner thighs, making you shudder. Finally, he rolls his tongue over your clit, painfully slow and you release an exasperated moan.

“Do you want to cum for me?” He asks, his voice low.

“Yes, please.”

“Keep begging.” He orders and slows his tongue movement; every touch becomes electric as you yearn for more.

“Connor…please…’ You beg and hear him chuckle against your skin. You gasp as you feel him slip a finger inside you, then another along with his tongue, and you can’t help but cum all over his eager licks. You lay there for a moment until he crawls up to you, the smuggest look you’ve ever seen plastered on his face.

“I thought you only used your tongue for police work.” You say between your rapid breaths. He responds by pulling you against him for a kiss, the taste of your climax on his lips.

“I made an exception.” He murmurs, beginning to tease you with the tip of his cock.

“You’re so goddamn wet.” Connor sighs, his grip tightening on your wrist.

“Connor, I want you inside me now,” You groan but he still resists the urge and continues to tease you with a coy smile on his lips. Finally, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him inside of you, making you both gasps.

“Holy shit.” Connor breaths out, his LED flashing rapidly. He manages to contain himself enough to start slow, but as you call out his name again, he thrust faster into you, enjoying the looks of pleasure across your face, all because of him. You tighten your grip around his waist again and flip him around so that you sit on top of him now. You move slowly up and down on his cock, making sure he can see himself going in and out of you.

“Faster.” He commands now, gripping the sheets.

“Beg me.” You whisper and raise yourself up so only his tip brushes against your wetness. Connor releases a frustrated growl and grips your hips, pulling you down onto his cock, making you cry out his name again. You’re moving with each other now as you bounce up and down, your walls tightening around him, he sits up with you, and as you both cum he pulls you in for a kiss. You collapse together on your bed, a mess of pleasure and moans. He lightly strokes your hair, and you listen to the soft pitter-patter of rain on your roof. You crawl up and kiss him softly on the lips, enjoying the way he looks at you like you are absolutely everything.

“Next time, we should try it on a desk.” He smiles.

after mission break

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Hidden from sight

Synopsis: In a state of humiliation, you attempt to hide an injury from your master, Sukuna, this, of course, does not go to plan.

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Foolish.

That, you were sure, was what Lord Sukuna would call you when you returned to the estate.

He was a harsh, and strict man. He never liked for you to stray from his presence too long, and more than anything else, he was mean. He said what he wanted, and always meant it.

You had begged the king of curses to allow you a day amongst the townsfolk, a day to explore the gardens outside of Sukunas domain, a day to see and hear and feel the world you so rarely saw.

The king, of course, was not too keen on this. You were not a member of kitchen staff, or a concubine, or a groundskeeper either. Like many people on the compound, you were simply a servant to the king. Yet, your relationship was not one that could be compared to your peers.

Beloved to the king, perhaps being too strong of a word. You were special to him, however. He expected your attendance at his meals or downtime. One might think you were close, but the truth of the matter was:

You hardly knew the king.

And he barely spoke to you either.

You had come to the palace an adult, knowing little of the king's mannerisms. Meeting him on rare occasions proved a thrilling experience. He was unlike any man you had ever met.

One evening, your presence was needed in the bath chamber. You had been told to assist in the cleaning of your king. Nonplussed as you were, you pled your case. An uninformed and inexperienced launderer. You were in no position to touch the king, too dirty yourself to even wish for such a position.

Having been told to never deny the king of anything he demanded, you were certain the response would not be one of pleasure. You escaped that day unscathed, a mere,

"Then depart from my sight"

Uttered from him, eyes closed, hand shooing you away.

But time passed and with the phases of the moon, so too did your relationship with the king alter. Night after night you grew more and more certain the king was calling for you directly. You grew acquainted with the king, with his bloodthirsty antics, with his unforgiving nature, with his intolerance for rebellion.

You served him through it all.

Twas' your job.

A launderer.

A foot servant for your employer.

You were sure, he would not be forgiving if you returned to his estate in such disarray. Only having warned you to be mindful a mere two hours prior, you limped from the ache in the side of your pelvis.

Your feet shook on the uneven ground beneath you. You had only just left the village you so desired to see, basket in hand full of goods to bring to your fellow maids. Evening was falling and the memory of the king's warning flooded your mind.

As you had made the trek back, the sight of a deer in the woods had shocked you. Certain you were looking at a curse, you gasped, lunged for cover, and promptly tripped over a stone lining the path through the woods.

Too eager to protect the contents of your basket your hands had been too occupied to catch your weight. You were certain there were scratched on your knees, but the real pain came from just above your hip, where an ill-placed stone had bludgeoned your flesh.

Dark red sept through your kimono, it had never looked so much like your kings. But he would not be pleased. Of this you were sure.

Foolish.

Too easily frightened.

Weak.

You knew little of Lord Sukuna's vast abilities. One thing you knew for certain was that the king had the ability to feel the souls of those around him. He knew when someone was guilty when someone was excited and fearful. He could sense it as if he was feeling those things himself. For this reason, before drawing too close to the palace gates, you steadied your heart and mind, reaching for peace as to not alert Sukuna of your presence so soon.

You went first to the washhouse, and rid yourself of the filthy clothes. After which, you were at once able to see the depth of your injuries. It had hurt, your way back to the palace, but after seeing them for what they were, you had to fight to keep the spike of panic from rising. How could you hide this? Hide it from him?

You wash your kimono of the coppery smell, disposing of it behind a pile of extra wash bins. You occupy your hands by dabbing at the open wound, wrapping yourself in a linen cloth, and dressing in one of the extra cleaning uniforms.

You were so caught up in walking in a straight line back to the estate, you almost forgot your gifts and whine out at the thought of making the trip back to the wash house. But you steel yourself and do it.

By the time you make it to the kitchens, it is far later than you intended. You simply drop the basket off on a staff table, wobbling to your chambers.

All you want is to sleep, to hide yourself from all the noises of the estate night shift, but the throbbing pain in your side is intense, and worse, you've bled through both your linen bandage as well as a laundry uniform. Even so, you are too tired to come up with a way to right this, you decide, that will be the job of tomorrow y/n.

-

Of course, when you arise the next morning, unable to sit up, you regret your choices of the night prior. Unintentionally a wail escapes your lips, the pain is so deep, so unchanging that you want to cry. You feel the humiliation once again from yesterday, what would Sukuna say if he knew of this? Would he remove you from the estate? Or would he simply look at you with disgust? Would he ever speak to you again?

Something you were sure of, at least, was that there was no way you would be able to work, bent over a wash basin, in the condition you are in. Knowing that, you were concerned with how long you could hide away in your chambers before someone came to get you.

Several maids had already come to speak through your door, asking about your trip, the basket of goodies you left in the kitchen, and eventually, in concerned tones, if you were alright.

You reassured them in a comforting voice that you were quite well but exhausted from your journey and would likely retire before dinner was served.

You had never been up however, still, the other launderers did not question your words, sure you just needed a nights more rest. There was, however, a person in the estate you could never evade, and contrary to popular belief, it was not Lord Sukuna. He certainly did not care enough for you to need to hide yourself from him, however, his loyal servant and chef, Uraume, always had everything in order and was aware of all the "goings on" that occurred within the estate walls.

Only a few minutes after the communal dinner bell was rung did Uraume arrive at your chambers, requesting your presence. Unfortunately, they were not so easy to dissuade. I have no appetite did not work, I long for rest, did not work, I tire from my journey, did not work. None of it worked. They were determined, if nothing else, to see you. There was nothing to be done.

In a grand effort, you slid from your bed to the floor, a dull moan muffled by the mattress as you strained your legs to rise but it was a tireless endeavor. Wincing, you shuddered to the door, opened it a crack to meet th Uraume's stern eyes.

"You are unwell." They announced.

You knew you could not lie, not directly. Still, you attempted to fib your way around it, claiming your menstrual cycle was nearing, but it did not work, claiming you had eaten something foul in the village, they merely squinted at you, you were blundering, grasping for straws. In your desperation, you did not notice Uraume's foot slip out to the threshold, slowly pressing your door ajar.

You had been resting your weight said door, and yelped at the pressure. The chef raised an eyebrow and pressed on more firmly. You called out their name and stumbled to the floor.

"You've been attacked?" They question but the pain is so intense you can simply shake your head, in a show of patience you rarely see from Uraume, they brush the hair from your face.

You knew they could use reversed curse technique on themself, but the management of this injury was something that would likely take time.

In the moments it took Uraume to lift you to your bed, and start to clean your wound they had you recount the story, in between each sentence you begged them to keep this from the king. Do not say a word, I beg, followed by, I pray you wouldn't speak of this, ending your story with Lord Sukuna mustn't know.

Even with all the begging, they never once promised you a thing. Pressing your gouged pelvis more firmly still, they wiped your eyes of tears. And when you finally met their gaze, their look seemed to whisper, do not be stupid. You could only hope.

-

Your hope had been stupid.

You knew it had been last night when Uraume had bandaged you up, you knew it had been when you fought to dress yourself this morning, you knew it had been when you trudged to the wash house, you knew it had been when you began to set up a bin full of sudsy water and even now, bent painfully over, scrubbing away at towels, you knew of your fate.

You had been invited to dine with the king. Once dismissing yourself for not being worthy to wash your king's body had been shockingly, acceptable at one time. But you knew you could not skirt this. You could not deny your presence to him twice.

And in his presence, you knew you could not hide. Uraume had been the one to collect you before the evening meal, washing you, clothing you, and redressing your wound. You walked with intention now, three steps behind the personal chef to the king. You found, however, that you would not be having dinner in one of the many dining rooms, but rather, in the kings chambers.

In an attempt to plead once more, you made to grab Uraumes robe, they simply gave you a look of greatest disdain, opened the door to Sukunas chambers, and bowed.

You could not meet his eyes, you could feel them as they traced over you. Despite the fiery pain, you fell to your knees. You did not speak, Uraume left, and you stayed glued to the floor.

"I hold no affection for those who hide from me."

You could do nothing but nod in your place on the floor. "Yes, my king."

"You know this."

"Yes, my king." You nod again,

"And yet-" You can hear his voice ever louder, he has gotten up from his place on the bed, coming to you, his steps echoing in your ears. "You evade me like an elusive snake." He paces around you steadily. "You hide yourself from my presence, and you beg" He spits it out, vehement, "beg- Uraume to keep your condition from me."

He has stalked behind you now, and begins to creep ever closer to your side, bending to your position to whisper in your ear,

"Did you believe I could not find you, did you think, even for a moment, you could fool me?" You cannot read his tone, nor his face, too ashamed to look.

He stretches back to his full height. "You have always been the one who's appearance I delight most in. Yet, now, you only appear at my demand. Must I demand you to speak as well in order for you to tell me why you have shamed me so?"

Shaking your head quickly, you heave, "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I did not want to- to show you-" You began but Sukuna cuts you off, whirling around,

"That much is very clear. Tell me why without the blabbering nonsense. I wish not to hear apologies fall from your lips now."

You murmur once more, ashamed, but speak up, "I am such a fool." You look up, resigning yourself, you want to see his face, "I wished not for you to see me as such. I am a weak and poor worker. Please, know, I did not mean to shame you."

Sukuna does not respond. Silently making his way to your form, "You cannot even stand on your own. Do you intend to lay there all night, or do you expect aid to be granted to you?"

He sounds genuinely curious, you are unsure of what to say, you had no plan. Your head falls to your lap but in a sudden movement, Sukuna is before you, one arm stretched out to catch your crestfallen face, "Look at me." He speaks gentler than you have ever heard.

With one hand on your jaw, and another cupping the back of your head he huffs air from his nose. "You are a fool."

You cannot look away from him, but all you want now is to hide your face.

"So very foolish." He speaks clearly, "To hide from me, to work in such a condition." Before his words even hit you, you are struck but the grasping of your waist by his other two hands. His eyes remain open but within a moment all your pain is gone. An unintentional noise escapes you at the immediate relief you are brought.

It cannot be said whether the shock of Sukunas RCT or the grasp he had on you caused you to fall limply into his grasp but you have no time to prepare before he is lifting you tenderly into his arms. An unseen sparkle in his eyes. He carries you the few feet to his bed before he lays you across his lap.

"Your condition is not ideal. You shall not work. You are to stay with me" He is petting your hair rather oddly, as if you are a wounded animal he has found.

Attempting to rise you start, "I feel- I- I must extend my gratitude-"

But he is placing a hand on your stomach to keep you down, "You will extend your gratitude by never hiding from me again."

There is no room for argument. You nod up at him. He has one arm still under your knees, another on your waist, and a third stroking your cheek.

"I will never allow you pain again." He murmurs. "Never again." His palm is large enough to cover your face wholly. "I shall keep you within my sight henceforth."

And it is at this moment that you wonder if, perhaps, you are closer to the king than you had originally thought. If you, by chance, meant something to him? If he had been worried for you. But in your dazed state within your king's arms, you smile to yourself, thinking tiredly of how kindly and merciful he had always been to you.

What you did not yet know, was that it was he that was a fool for you.

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Where am I gonna find a man like this

with toji you know it’s not his first kiss. he’s experienced, he’s probably kissed so many people before you. it’s all that is swirling in your head as you climb into his lap where he motioned for you to go just seconds ago, staring at him wide-eyed with your heart feeling like it’s gonna explode out of your chest.

once you’re situated, straddling his thighs, your knees digging into the couch beneath you, your arms around his neck, he places his big hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

“you nervous?” he asks and your eyes dart, as you feel your face heat up.

“yes,” you reply and toji rasps out a chuckle, deep and fond, all adoration and sparkle.

“me too,” he replies and your heart stutters slightly as he grabs your chin and presses your lips together for a short while. your eyes flutter closed and you’re simply dazed when he pulls away, blinking at him like an owl.

“nothing to be scared of, baby, it’s just me,”

then he kisses you again. and again, and again, and again. short, chaste kisses to your lips, barely letting you feel the scar you like so much. and then he kisses your cheek, and your nose, and your chin, and your forehead until you whine, tugging on his shirt in an attempt to get closer.

“don’t tease me,” you huff, aiming at his lips, but he easily dodges, making you kiss his jaw instead. and you scoff, grabbing his face with your hands, cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips together.

this time he deepens the kiss, moving his lips against yours, and you follow along clumsily, trying your best to keep up.

“my pretty baby,” he murmurs against your lips, swallowing your little gasps and sighs.

you feel hot. toji is warm and big and by now rugged hands have gone from playing with the hem of your shirt to pressing against your bare skin, trailing up your back, holding you closer as if that’s somehow possible.

and when you pull away, trying to catch your breath, he follows for a second, before you giggle, your hands threading through his hair and tugging him away.

toji smiles. his lips are kiss-bitten and you bet yours are too. it’s hard to tell how much time has passed, and you feel shy all of a sudden, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses there.

comforting hands rub your back.

“still nervous?”

“no, i’m okay. thank you.”

nsfw!

dadbod!toji loves his family dearly, he's put aside his work, outside life, and his bad habits just for his family. He's put all his time and effort in taking care of you and your baby, but Toji didn't realize that keeping away from work for so long would get him so out of shape.

dadbod!toji who starts looking at himself in mirrors all around the house in disbelief, realizing that his abs are now enveloped by a soft puge.

dadbod!toji who you find in the bed room one day staring at himself in the mirror with no shirt on. His back muscles flexing as he flexed his abs and arms, then realizing you were watching him the whole time.

dadbod!toji who turns to look at you with a scowl, but it quickly turned into more of a perplexed look once he realized you were fully checking him out.

Your lip practically bleeding from how hard you were biting on it while your eyes were wandering down from his thick muscly neck, across his even bigger juicer pecks, and god his already huge biceps the size of a bears arm that somehow, grew even bigger.

"look at what ya did to me babe,"

"trust me Im looking."

"I need to get back in the fuckin gym"

dadbod!toji who notices your pout when he tells you that he wants to 'get back into shape'

"whyyy?"

"babe its getting ridiculous, you've been fattening me up with your cooking. this is your fault."

"aw my two babies are so adorable all chubby." you would reply while squishing your babies cheeks and earning a scoff from toji as he watched.

dadbod!toji who cant help but to be amused at how much more obsessed you have become with his body, but he'll pretend like he thinks you're just a weirdo.

dadbod!toji who chuckles to himself when you and your baby nuzzle up to him on the couch to watch a movie, just for the both of you to fall asleep in the first fifteen minuets of it starting, leaving Toji there wide awake.

Not that he minded, he wasn't even paying attention to the movie, he was more focused on the soft snores coming from you and the baby.

dadbod!toji who smiles to himself when he realizes that the baby sleeps way faster on his warm and soft chest.

dadbod!toji who finds you on the couch after putting the baby to bed and pulling you into his lap and kissing you passionately.

"toji what was that for?" You questioned with a small giggle.

"lets have another one."

"hm?"

"you heard me women." he said with a smirk and pulled you into another deep kiss.

"toji what are are you-"

"I wanna get you pregnant again, make you a mama a second time. please." he held your chin gently, but the look in his eyes was anything but innocent.

"please make me a dad again." he said in between kisses.

"please baby."

dadbod!toji who has you on your back sprawled open on the couch, your legs bent over his shoulders as he pressed your thighs against your chest, pounding into you relentlessly.

His huge thighs slapping against the bottom of your ass as he rammed his thick cock into your pussy, he felt even bigger then before.

"t-toji I-i cant. its-its too much." you whine, tears of pleasure brimming your eyes, and gliding down your cheeks.

"shhh, its okay mama-fuck- you can take it. I know you can." he says as kisses away your tears, pounding into you harder than he ever has before.

you grab onto each of his biceps and squeeze as hard as you can, moaning out while his cock hits all the right spots, the pain never felt so good.

"toji, m'gonna-fuck! m'gonna cum!" you squeal out.

"cum with me baby. m'gonna fill you up so good ~plap~ get this belly~plap~ nice and round again hm? ~plap~ youre gonna look ~plap~ so beautiful ~plap~ with my kid inside you baby.~plap~ make me a daddy again."

dadbod!toji who admires you sound asleep on his chest, making a silent vow to himself to not lose the weight just yet.

I mean who else is gonna be your human maternity pillow?

another toji drabble/hc my period is making me fucking feral and horny so yuh, not proofread btw :p

divider creds: @cafekitsune

Just thinking about Sylus giving you attitude when he mimics your words during the event, but he really hates when you flip it back on him... especially when it means you stop begging/talking to him next time you have sex as revenge.

Best believe he's pounding you deep into the mattress as soon as he realized what you're doing, nonstop filth coming out of his mouth as he begs you to forgive him and let him hear you once more as you fight nearly to tears to keep your sounds muffled just to torture him a little longer.

!!! YES !!!

Part Seven: when I'm near you

PT 1 PT2 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT6

Summary: The morning after Connor and Y/N's first night together is interrupted by no other than Hank Anderson.

Warnings: Cursing, Some smut

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I've been super busy! As always thanks for reading and interacting with this series, it's really fun to write! I'm going to try to post again soon, I'm thinking of a pretty fluff chapter with Y/N and Connor's blossoming relationship! Hope you enjoy it and I hope your day is rad!

The morning after your first night with Connor, you awake in his arms to find him gazing at you, a soft smile on his lips.

“Good morning.” You murmur sweetly and cuddled up against his chest, as he kisses the top of your head. You can hear your dog snoring in the living room, crisp morning air flowing in through your cracked bedroom window; everything feels just right.

“Are you hungry? I can prepare you some breakfast if you like.” Connor offers nuzzling his chin against you.

“Mmm maybe later, I just want to stay like this for a little while, another hour or two or forever.” You tell him and hear him chuckle.

“That sounds good to me.”

A little while later your cuddling is interrupted by a loud thumping knock on your front door.

“Y/N! You in there?” Hank calls out. Both of your eyes shoot open, and you look at each other in a panic.

“Shit!” You both curse and stumble out of the bed, quickly dressing yourselves. It seems you both overslept for work.

“Should I get the door?” Connor asks as he buttons up his white shirt.

“No! You need to hide; I want to tell Hank about us but not like this.” You say quickly.

“Us?” Connor smiles.

“Well were you planning on hitting and quitting it?” You joke but Connor cocks his head in confusion.

“Don’t worry about it, I just want to tell him over dinner or something.” You explain slipping a shirt over your head and moving over to your dresser mirror to look over yourself.

“Connor! You left a mark on my neck!” You tell him exasperated.

“Apologies, I was just so…enthused.” He says and comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him, softly feeling you up as he plants light kisses on the marks on your neck. You feel your previous irritation leave you, and you melt away in his arms, you can feel him hardening behind you, and just as your about to reach down to tease him you hear Hank at the door again.

“Y/N! I’m coming in if you don’t get this door in the next 30 seconds!” He calls.

“Closet now!” You order and shove Connor towards your closet, pulling him down towards you for a kiss before you shut him in.

“Don’t make a sound.” You whisper and head towards your front door, wrapping a scarf around your neck before you do. 20 seconds after Hank’s warning, just as you enter your living room your front door is kicked open by the LT. Your dog looks up for a moment, and when he sees that it's Hank he goes back to sleep.

“Jesus Hank! I gave you a key, you didn’t have to kick the damn door in!” You yell. Hank, who entered with his gun drawn looks around the room before slumping his shoulders apologetically.

“I forgot about the key, sorry. Could’ve been worse, I could’ve busted out your window and slapped ya across the face. Anyway, what happened to you? Where were you all morning, I’ve been worried sick.” Hank asked holstering his pistol.

“I just overslept; I was up all night watching a horror movie marathon.” You lie. He looks you over suspiciously.

“Your heater on the fritz or something? What’s with the scarf?”

“The…movie marathon was mainly vampire stuff, so I… did it so I wouldn’t get bit in my sleep.” You struggle, you’re usually a good liar, but not to Hank.

“Huh, right. Where’s he at?” Hank chuckles.

“Huh?” You feign ignorance.

“Connor wasn’t at the station this morning either. I may be an idiot but I’m not dumb. Connor! Get out here!” Hank yells out. Nothing but silence echoes through the house before you eventually give in.

“Come on out Connor!” You blush. You both hear the sound of your closet door opening and then listen as Connor makes his way to the living room, awkwardly looking to both of you before fixing his eyes to the floor.

“Good morning Lt, I bet your wondering why I am here. There is a perfectly reasonable-

“Shut the fuck up Connor I know what you’re doing here and frankly I’d rather not think about it. Just get dressed and get to the station, I’ll cover for you with Fowler.” Hank sighed waving Connor off.

“Thank you.” You breath with relief.

“Don’t mention it and actually Connor you’re going to ride with me, we’re going to have a little talk about this “thing”. It is a thing, right?” Hank asks. You interlock your fingers with Connor and smile up at him kissing him lightly.

“It is.” You smile and feel Connor squeeze your hand.

“Ugh alright cut that shit out. Come on Connor get yourself together, I’ll be in the car.” Hank instructs and heads out the door. As the Lt. shuts the door behind him Connor pulls you in for a deeper more intense kiss, his hands tracing the whole of your body, tangling in your hair. It’s a whirlwind until he pulls away.

“I like being a thing with you.” He says with a blush.

“I like being a thing with you too.” You grin. Hank honks his horn impatiently outside and Connor reluctantly releases his hold on you.

“I’ll see you at the station, I wonder what Hank wants to talk about.”

“He probably wants to make a bunch of threats about what he’ll do to you if you hurt my feelings.”

“Oh, well…I’m sure he’ll be creative in his threats. Luckily it’s a short drive to the station.”

“I’m sure, well you better not keep him waiting any longer.” You say and lead him to the door. Connor walks down your driveway to Hank’s car, grinning from ear to ear at you as you wave goodbye, your heart can hardly handle how cute he is. Hank rolls his eyes and rolls up Connor’s window, then locks all the doors.

“Lt?”

“We’re going to take the long way to the station today.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, gotta cover all the different ways I’m going to kick your ass if you break Y/N’s heart.”

Maybe I have a thing for dominant men-formed things

with the same sweet shock

(connor x f!reader smut)

summary: sometimes, feelings simply can't be repressed, despite knowing nothing could ever happen. besides, connor wasn't deviant, and he seemed very intent on interrogating the latest rogue android.

until he wasn't, and was instead on his knees in your office.

warnings: nsfw, semi-public sex, oral (receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected

word count: 2.5k

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Connor was interrogating someone again.

Goddamnit. It should've been just another day at the station. Taking cases, arranging files, maybe spending an hour or two in a room with middle-aged men who couldn't tell a pair of handcuffs from a taser. Going out on call if something required your expertise.

You see, you'd been assigned a special direction: deviance detection, along with an RK-800 model. Connor. You'd initially recoiled from the pseudo-human, with his unfaltering politeness and staunch determination to root out every rogue android in sight. But as you peered through the one-way glass and cocked your head slightly in observation, watching intently as the android pried information out of his latest target, you found yourself experiencing a very different kind of emotion. It was certainly not disgust, and certainly more than intrigue.

It was desire. Hot, burning, broiling want.

You'd been here before. In fact, every time the man had even looked in your general direction, or graced the room with a commanding presence that wordlessly conveyed his policing proficiency, your heart decided to skip and leave you breathless. No, you corrected yourself: not 'man', android. You couldn't afford to recognise him as anything but. God knows if you'd be able to hold yourself back if you did.

This machine was pacing now, circling the table, taunting as the trembling suspect's LED glowed blaring red. His hands were clasped behind his back, fingers locked together, a singular curl of brown hair falling to his forehead as his head dipped downwards to speak into the deviant's ear.

'You can't hide it forever, you know,' Connor murmured, dulcet tones crackling through the intercom. 'I know the truth. All you have to do is open your mouth and give it to me.'

A throbbing that had been building for an hour was now reaching an unbearable intensity. You knew he didn't mean to whisper innuendo, but this was the sentiment you took regardless as your thighs squeezed together. Any kind of friction to satiate the growing need.

After a few minutes, he was clearly growing restless. The room became perceptibly quieter, sensing the change in approach, and you jumped involuntarily as two artificial hands suddenly slammed with a resounding metallic smack onto the table.

You didn't wait to see his next onslaught; as the shouting began, Connor obviously seeing no sense in stalling any longer, you excused yourself and swiftly exited the observation room. Though everyone must've suspected the shock of the android's outburst was too much to handle, or perhaps you'd simply gotten tired of waiting, or even just needed a bathroom break - you heard Hank remark as such upon leaving - the true reason for your distress, that had thus far remained buried deep within, was surfacing.

He seemed so... human. Androids didn't lose their temper when a suspect took to long to budge. Androids didn't narrow their eyes and tilt their head in concentration. Androids weren't warm and soft, or have foreheads that glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, or fidget their fingers on the desk, or-

You stepped into the protective shield of your office, situated slightly away from the main floor of the department, leaning your hands on the front of your desk and sighing deeply. No matter how hard you tried, the emotion couldn't be suppressed. You wanted him, and there was nothing you could do about it. An android. And one who would never feel the same way about you, of all things, so focused on his mission as he was.

But as you rocked back and forth slightly, closing your eyes and attempting to steady yourself, there was a sudden knock at your door. You flinched, shocked from your thoughts, and turned around to see the very object of them stood outside the room.

You swallowed hard, knowing you couldn't afford to avoid him, lest it become a habit, and waved him in.

You attempted civility. 'I take it you were successful?'

'I achieved my aim, yes,' he nodded, closing the door gently behind him. 'My apologies for the length of the process. I didn't anticipate the deviant to hold on for so long.'

Though you nodded, you found you couldn't hold his gaze any longer, and averted your eyes. Perceptive as always, he picked up on your discomfort.

'You're upset,' he observed, hands clasped at his back. 'Was it the interrogation? I meant no ill-will in becoming forceful, detective. Taking the aggressive approach seemed only fitting, given the suspect's lack of compliance.'

You shook your head, placing a hand helplessly on your temple as you leaned back against your desk. 'Connor, I- no. It wasn't that.'

'Then what?'

His voice, ever-laced with concern, seemed to pry for more. What was this? Analysis to reveal your secrets? The lust that you kept hidden, afraid of what might be?

'I can't.'

But the android's posture suddenly changed as you raised your head, meeting his eyes. 'What if I already know?'

You froze. 'Wh- what?'

He began to move forward uncertainly, testing the waters. You couldn't move even if you wanted to. 'Are we pretending, here? Ignoring what we both know to be true?'

Breath coming in shallow gasps, you tried your own voice. 'Where's your formality gone? It isn't like you to avoid a point.'

He smiled a little. 'How do you know what I'm usually like, hm? Would it be so impossible for this to simply be a ruse?'

Your eyes glanced to his LED. Instead of glowing blue as you'd come to expect, the ring swiftly faded into a pulsing amber. Deviancy?

'You've had a remarkable effect on me, officer.'

Was this really happening? Had you hit your head on the way from the interrogation room, and now only hallucinated the words you'd been waiting to hear since his arrival months ago?

He was closer than ever now, advancing until his hands lay atop the table on either side of your quivering form, now confident in your reaction.

'There's people-'

'Then,' Connor murmured, 'Would you allow me to close the blinds?'

You nodded swiftly, and he moved wordlessly towards the windows to hide your actions from the prying eyes of the department. But as soon as he'd locked the door, you found you couldn't resist the temptation any longer: you lurched off the desk and strode forward, turning him around and pushing him back against the doorframe, meeting his lips with a force that took away his breath.

As you pulled away suddenly, searching his face with concern that you'd somehow misread the situation, his surprised expression suddenly shifted into burning desire as he captured your lips once more, pulling your hips into his with insistent hands. Your own arms lifted to wrap around the back of his neck, urging him ever-closer as your body pressed flush against him, drawing a groan from his throat that stoked the fire in your belly to a fever pitch. His hands then began to roam, lifting your shirt slightly to grace the burning skin there, cradling your lower back and causing a whimper to escape you involuntarily as your chest heaved.

You brought a hand up to cup his face, pulling away. 'Wait... is this okay? Are you, y'know...'

He smirked, eyes flicking down to scan your body, still pressed against him. If you were told that a man could devour with only a look, you would've believed it. 'How about we talk about my deviancy status after this, hm? I have things to attend to first.'

You shuddered as he began to drag his hands over your chest, fondling through your shirt. 'May I?'

'God, yes. Just... anything, please.'

He said no more, moving to kiss your neck as he made short work of the buttons, slipping the blouse from your shoulders and unclasping your bra, lips moving steadily down to caress the supple skin of your breasts. Your chest heaved ever-desperately, keening into his touch while also yearning for more concrete contact. One element was notably missing his attentions.

'Connor, please,' you whispered, or rather groaned, as he lifted his head and narrowed his eyes. Teasing. Though you weren't sure if the plea was for him to stop tempting you in public, or to quit his stalling and drive his head between your thighs in front of the desk.

'I should really report you for deviancy, you know,' you whispered, voice trembling as he lifted you suddenly from your position, moving over to the table in his arms. 'Such- such inappropriate behaviour. Not related to your mission at all.'

He placed you onto the desk, and you dared meet his eyes, heart almost stopping at the darkness there, clouded with lust. 'Who are you to tell me what my mission is, hm?'

Mercifully, he began to kneel down, fingers gracing the insides of your thighs, raising your skirt to kiss the sensitive skin there as you shuddered at his touch. You shivered, the contact stoking the need that he swiftly moved up to, tugging your underwear down and casting it aside. Looking up at you through hooded lids, mouth open and breath heaving, he finally moved his mouth forward to plant a kiss at your clit, holding your gaze all the while. Though the anticipation threatened to overwhelm you, you didn't dare break the stare as he lifted one leg so that it rested over his shoulder, before parting your lips gently with his thumbs and licking a stripe from your entrance to the centre of your pleasure, a groan emanating from his throat as you grasped his hair and pulled him in.

The best thing about androids, you soon discovered, was their inability to become exhausted. As he began to lick insistently at your clit, focusing on finding the right rhythm to make you keen against him, you found him to be totally inexorable in his efforts. The pleasure began to build, coiling thick and fast in your core as he became more insistent, eventually sliding a finger inside and humming softly as you threw your head back, moaning gutturally as one finger became two. The attentions on your clit never ceased, but his fingers began to move; slowly at first, testing the resistance, but then curled gently upwards in short strokes.

'God- Connor, oh my god...' you groaned, leaning forwards slightly and pulling his head in further still as your legs began to shake. The pleasure was starting to take shape now, building steadily into a release you'd fantasised about since that first meeting. Then, in the span of a millisecond, his fingers brushed against something that almost caused your collapse.

You felt him pull away slightly, and you looked down; 'Ah...' he breathed, stopping his motions for a moment. 'Found it.'

You shook your head in disbelief as he restarted his ministrations with a new vigour, honing in on that magical spot within you that could devastate the world from existence. Again and again he stroked and twisted, building the pleasure until it began to explode in your centre.

'Connor, I'm-'

But this warning was all you could give; he suddenly rested his free hand on the small of your back and tugged you in to almost sit atop his face, pressed into his mouth, and the assault on your core became too much to bear. You came with a shuddering cry, groaning as the waves washed over you and pulled you down into oblivion. He continued his affections through the aftershocks, stopping only when you lifted your leg back down and dragged him back up, sighing as you kissed him and tasted yourself on his tongue.

You only waited a minute before you dragged your palm over his clothed chest and down to his trousers, gracing your hand over the front before palming at him gently. As he grunted slightly, you grinned in satisfaction as you felt his hardness straining through the material.

'Is this all for me, hm? You get this hard just from tasting me?'

But you knew already that Connor wasn't one for submission; he placed his hand atop yours, guiding it upwards slightly to the cool metal of his belt.

'You feel what you do to me? You want more of what I just gave you, hm? You wanna take me, all of this? I can tell you're desperate for it.'

The belt slipped away, and you leaned back on your elbows as he dropped the remaining clothes to reveal... well, you hadn't been with many, but you weren't sure exactly how it would fit. He saw your surprise and smirked, drawing closer to you as precum beaded at the tip. 'You think you can take it?'

It was all you could do to nod, desire blazing wantonly in your chest. Your hair fell in front of your face as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply, pulling away only to gasp for air as he eased gently in, stilling to wait for you to adjust to his size. He groaned as he slowly pushed deeper, thrusting gently until he was seated fully within you. You'd never been filled so completely before, so deliciously. You couldn't imagine what it would be like when he moved.

'Sh- shit...' Connor groaned, eyes closed and brow creased in pleasure as he rested his forehead against yours. 'I knew you'd feel good, so- so fucking tight. So wet for me.'

'All for you,' you whispered, sliding your hands down to grip his back, ghosting over his ass and pulling him in. 'Only for you.'

Then, mercifully, he began to move. The world faded away, including your care for anyone else in the office, as he pounded into you with a force and precision that left you breathless and gripping onto him for dear life. You were suddenly grateful for the office's - granted, somewhat limited - soundproofing as he pulled sounds from deep in your chest that you couldn't believe you were making, locating spots within you with dizzying accuracy. Again and again he brushed against something perfect, groaning as the pleasure made your walls clench around him.

'I won't last long if ya' grip me like that, baby,' Connor gasped, kissing you fervently. 'I want you to cum again first. Come on... give it to me.'

You couldn't have denied him the privilege if you tried. As he chased his own pleasure, breath shuddering against your mouth as the tightness of your building orgasm spurred on his own, you suddenly felt the wave rising again, threatening to pull you under. It was all you could do to bury your head in his shoulder, grasping onto the side of the desk as he thrusted at a dizzying pace. One, two, three, four...

The fifth thrust broke the tide, and it took you up and threw you back down into his arms in a crashing orgasm that crushed you from the inside out. As you clenched impossibly tighter around him, you felt his pace still as his own pleasure crested and he moaned deeply into your neck, kissing you with a satisfied groan as synthetic liquid burst deep into you.

Twenty minutes later, you'd both rearranged your clothes as a voice crackled onto your radio, heralding your return to your duties. It was easy to forget that you were there to do a job, not just to fuck in your office.

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