Detroit Become Human x reader oneshots and smutshots.

Fluff: Let Me Care For You, Detective. (Connor x police! Reader)

It's been three weeks since my injury, six months since Connor became Deviant, and six months since the Android protests. Ever since Connor went Deviant he's been less sure of everything when we weren't at work. Hank says he's unsure about a lot of things now. He talks to Hank about being a Deviant a lot more, I don't mind. Although it does sting a little that he talks to Hank more about those things. I understand though. Hank is easy to talk to and is a good listener. When I first joined the force I was assigned as his partner. When he first met me he was cold and thought that his new partner was going to be someone completely different but he softened a little when he saw me timidly step out from behind our boss.
For the first few months I kept my distance from him, and then I was sexually assaulted and I couldn't think of anywhere else to go at the time but to go to Hank's house.
When I rang the doorbell he opened the door with a gruff 'What?' But when saw the state I was in, hair and uniform a mess, makeup running down my tearstained cheeks, horrified eyes, arms trying to keep me covered, he softened immediately and ushered me inside.
He gave me one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants to change into and, per my request, stood outside the bathroom door with his back turned to the door, the door was also cracked so that I could see him, while I changed.
After that night we were closer. Instead of standing at least three feet away from him I was usually stuck to him like glue, always at his side or right behind him or just close in general. I trusted Hank with my life after that night.
It's no wonder Connor talks to Hank more. But I get more attention from Connor, especially after my injury. Connor makes sure I'm comfortable and well taken care of. He makes sure I take my pain meds on time, makes sure I keep my leg elevated when sitting down, keeps me hydrated and properly fed, he even makes sure I sleep well.
Three weeks ago I was shot in the thigh and fell down some weird hole. I sustained a couple fractures, whiplash, i was a little winded, okay, a lot winded, and was laying there for fifteen minutes bleeding from the right thigh and couldn't get up. When Connor found me he had to find a way down but I told him not to leave my sight. So he parkoured down the hole to get to me. Long story short, he got me out of the hole, the way up hurt like hell, and stayed in the ambulance with me on the way there.
Right now me and Connor are on our way back to my apartment.
"You I'd carry you if you'd let me, Detective." Connor said as he held his hand out to keep the elevator doors from closing.
"I can't have you doing everything for me, Connor. You know that, I need to be able to move around by myself." I answered, getting in the elevator and pressing the button for my floor. "Thank you for the offer though."
"But aren't you in pain, Detective?" Connor asked, a look of worry on his face as he came in the elevator after me.
"Yes, I am in pain. But I need to push through. I'll tell you what, if the pain is too much for me to handle I'll tell you and you can carry me, okay?" I told Connor.
"You promise?" Connor looked me in the eyes pleadingly.
"I promise. Cross my heart." I made an 'x' motion over my heart.
"Okay." Connor agreed, he also relaxed a little when I promised.
We sat in comfortable silence on the way up. Eventually the crutches holding me up were getting uncomfortable so I kept shifting them to give my armpits a break and some comfort, I was about to be in my apartment anyway.
"Are you alright, Detective?" Connor looked at me with concern.
"Yeah, the crutches are just uncomfortable from using them for so long. My armpits are starting to get sore." I explained.
"I can carry you." Connor offered for the hundredth time today.
"It's fine, we're about to get home anyway. I can deal with it for a few more minutes." I assured him.
He didn't like that answer, so instead of listening to me say that I'd be fine he picked me up. I was on his back, his hands cradling my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, of course I didn't didn't drop my crutches and was careful not to hit him in the face with them.
"Connor, I said I'd be fine!" I said, I was surprised, not at all angry. But him picking me up did make my heart flutter and my stomach erupt into butterflies.
"Are you comfortable now, Detective?" He ignored my small protest.
I couldn't lie to him. "Yes, I am comfortable, Connor. But I would've been fine walking, and I'm sure I'm not the lightest." I said, slightly worried about me being too heavy for him.
"Nonsense, Detective. You are as light as a feather to me. As for you being able to walk by yourself, I promised Hank that I'd make sure that you're safe, comfortable, and well taken care of. I intend to keep my promise." Connor shot my doubts down.
This man will be the death of me. My face grew hot as I buried my face in the crook of his neck. Why does he do this to me?
The elevator doors opened and Connor walked out and down the hallway. He opened the door and walked into my apartment and set me down on the couch, taking my crutches from me and setting them against the arm of the couch next to me.
He elevated my foot, got me pain meds and stat down next to me.
"Connor, can we talk about something?" I asked the android sitting next to me.
"What would you like to talk about, Detective?" Connor replied.
He's adorable when he's trying not to show that he's nervous.
I grabbed his hand, "I want to talk about you, Connor. You've been off lately, and not in a good way."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Detective. This is about me losing the suspect, isn't it?" Connor looked in my eyes with regret and pleading apology.
"No, Connor. It's not about that. I don't care that the suspect got away.-" before I could finish Connor got up.
"You don't care? He shot you in the leg! You're on medical leave! I should've got the guy! Hank was right behind me, he could've helped you!" Connor said imperatively.
"Connor! It's fine! I'm not upset with you about losing the suspect! I'm not even upset at all!" I tried to calm him down.
"You probably don't want to work with me when you come back to work. It's alright, I'll go in and have myself switched to another-" Now Connor wasn't even listening.
"Connor, no!" I began getting up.
That snapped him out of it.
"Detective, what are you doing? No! Don't hurt yourself more because of me!"
I got up and hopped twice before falling and colliding with Connor. His strong arms wrapped around me as I lost my balance and fell against him. He had already started moving to sit me back down when I had started hopping towards him.
"Detective!"
"I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay. Please." My hands rested against his chest and my eyes pleaded with his to stay.
"Alright. I'll stay. But let's get you back on the couch." Connor guided me back to the couch and got me sat back down.
"Here," he placed my leg on top of a pillow on his lap, "Now I can't try to leave without disturbing you."
"Thank you. Now, Connor, I want to talk about you. What's going on in that brilliant mind of yours?" I know it sounds bad but I usually compliment Connor whenever there's something I want or need him to tell me. It works pretty well, I only use my powers for good I promise.
"I've been thinking about your injury. That night when I found you I- I forgot all about the suspect and it seemed that all that mattered was you." Connor looked down at his lap.
I grabbed his hand and entwined my fingers his. "Do you want to talk about it further, Connor?" Connor knew that the question was asking consent on this conversation and urging him to continue, he knew all of my tricks and understood them.
"Everything was so much easier when I wasn't a deviant. I wouldn't have lost the suspect if I had just followed my programming." Connor was spiraling, I could feel it.
"Connor." My free hand cupped his face and turned it to look at me. "Hank caught the guy two weeks ago."
"He did?"
"Yeah. He called me when he did and let me know, you were busy at the time so I didn't tell you. I thought Hank told you."
"No, he didn't."
"Would you like to tell me what else is bothering you?"
"I- I care for you, Detective. More than I should..."
"I care for you more than I should too."
Connor looked into my eyes, hopeful yet scared.
"You do?..."
"Yes. Excuse me for being forward if it is unwanted, but I think I love you, Connor."
"I..."
"You don't need to love me back, or pretend that you do love me. I just needed you to know, it's been sitting inside me like a locked up secret since we met seven months ago. I understand-"
I had looked down and drew my hand away from Connor's face during my rambling. I was stopped by a hand lifting up my chin.
"I think I love you too, Y/N."
He rarely ever called me by my first name, but when he did, god did he make my heart melt.
My hand cupped his cheek again and I leaned forward until my lips crashed against his.
My other hand left his to cup his other cheek and his hands went down to my waist.
When I pulled back and rested my forehead on his he hugged my waist.
"Was that alright?" I looked at Connor.
"It was more than alright. May I kiss you again?" Connor asked.
"Yes."
With that he kissed me again. It was slow, meaningful, loving. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He tightened his grip on my waist and swiped his tongue over my lips for permission and I granted it to him.
His robotic muscle explored my mouth as my tongue explored his mouth. I gasped for air while kissing him, I didn't want to pull away, I loved him too much and waited for too long to stop so suddenly for something as insignificant as air.
I finally got a good breath in when Connor pulled back. Even though I chased after him, almost refusing to let him get away. He placed his hand over my heart to stop me.
"Sorry." I muttered as I panted.
"It's alright, Detective. I'd just not like you to suffocate while kissing me because you forgot that you needed air. I don't need air, you do." Connor explained.
"Right. Sorry, I've just been waiting for this to happen..." I looked Connor in the eyes, I felt like I could drown in his chocolate colored eyes.
"I know, love. I've been waiting too." Connor brought his hand up to cup my cheek and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.
"I love you." I said, I was confident in my statement this time.
"I love you too." Connor gave me a quick kiss. "I should get you to bed."
"Will you cuddle me?"
Connor chuckled softly before answering.
"Of course, love." He kissed me on the forehead before picking me up bridal-style.
He then helped me change into pajamas, made sure my leg was elevated, then climbed in behind me.

A/N:
Everyone say thank you to Kink Radio for giving me the idea. Also, I'm a Connor SIMP. I kinda wanted to turn this into a smut at the end. Love you all! Have a good day/night!