Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Forty-Five

You vehemently started to protest Hank's demand. "Oh, come on! He's obviously comfortable enough to let us see him half-dressed. Don't discourage him!"

"I was talking for a solid minute and you were glued to him. Didn't hear a fuckin' word I said, did you?"

"Connor usually handles everything food related in the house, and you've enjoyed every single thing he's made. If he does the cooking for both of us, you'll go shopping, but you haven't done it in awhile aside from when he needed a suit for our date." Your tone was clipped and salty. "Did I get everything?"

The lieutenant was finally the one that looked like a fish, mouth opening and closing several times. "..... smartass," he managed, but you caught a glimpse of his smile. Looking back and seeing your android with his sweet, confused smile, Hank made a soft sound of disgust. "I mean what I said, go get a shirt. Jeez..."

"While I'm used to being fully clothed, she is entirely correct. I do, in fact, feel comfortable in the presence of this company. Your bickering did distract me from finishing what I've put on, but... no, Hank," Connor finished with a sneaky little gleam in his eye.

"You do realize she was staring at you?"

"Maybe I was enjoying it."

Covering his face with both hands, Hank groaned loudly. "Goddamnit, my son is turning into a slut."

"...... I can't be a slut, Hank. I don't know what that is." As the other male let out another groan, the android waited for him to finish. "I don't mind preparing a meal for the both of you, but if you have preferences I'd like to know them."

Making a huge show of being disgusted and offended and everything else, Hank walked over to the detective, who fixed the clothing he did put on.

Connor did his best to listen to everything he was being told, but you decided to toy with him a little. Making a gesture for him to come closer, you put your hand to the side, where only the android could see it. Bless his heart, he kept being distracted, his eyes drifting towards you and then snapping back to listen to Hank. An android with two different sets of orders usually ended poorly, but this was just entertainment.

Given the promise that he'd receive a text with a list of items to get, Hank stomped his way out of the house, muttering about sluts and androids being corrupted. When the front door closed again you threw your head back to laugh. "Oh, God, poor guy," you commiserated. "As soon as he thinks things will settle down, something new pops up and you ask him questions."

His hands lay on the counter beside you, one on either side and loosely blocking you in. You hadn't even heard him move until he was suddenly there. "Then, will you please explain?" your android asked softly.

Oof. He was close, close enough if you dared to touch. Whatever he'd used in the shower wasn't overpowering but drew you in regardless. "A-ah... about the... slut thing?" He nodded. "Basically... a slut is someone who has sex a lot. It's usually derogatory."

Face falling a little, Connor looked towards the side, where the door was located. "I... didn't realize I was being insulted again..." was his depressed reply.

"N-no, no, honey. Not in this case. It was a little mean but it was also sarcasm. You being... h-half-dressed... made me stare, so Hank spoke like you were doing it intentionally. Like... seducing me, I guess."

When his dark eyes caught yours, you couldn't move. "Would it work if it were intentional?" He'd gone way past smooth, flew by flirting, and was actually coming onto you somehow.

"I... um... I m-mean... I did tell you the whole exposed skin thing was appealing. I even blurted out the Daddy thing. Which I'm sorry for, by the way. That must have really confused you," you finished, managing a nervous giggle.