Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Forty-Eight

(Tiny bit of smut here, too.)

Minutes passed, the two of you very much in the same position. Gingerly, your android stirred, lifting his upper body enough to see you. "Did I... do well enough...?"

"... God damn it how are you still adorable, even after railing me?" His eyes darted around as he shrugged a tiny bit. "Does your back sting?"

It did, but the pain was quickly fading. "Yes."

[Rail?]

"Well, you got what you wanted, honey. I gouged the hell out of your back, I can still see a little blue under my nails. So to answer your question, yes. As a matter of fact you did so well I forgot we needed to be quiet. So thank you for kissing me before I screamed."

Blinking, he tilted his head. "... This is... bold, but... can we go again?"

"Oh, Jesus. I mean... if you're okay with it."

When your face lit on fire, Connor lowered again, watching your reaction to his slow thrusting. "Stop me, please. Do not let me go on before y--"

"Connor."

An eyebrow went up, but he stopped. "Forgive me. You're right, I'm very eager, but n--"

"Less talking, more railing."

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There was an extremely confusing moment when your bodyguard finally pulled away, helping you to your feet, and you froze in place. "What's happened?" he questioned, a worried tone heavy in his voice.

"I... um...." Hand at your hip, you looked down and realized you weren't imagining things: there was definitely something dripping down your inner thighs. "I mean, that's... not my mess. I don't think."

Coming closer, his gaze went from the mess to your eyes. "I... can analyze it if you'd like."

Ah, right. The actual reason for having his tongue. Something else popped into your head before he could do whatever to analyze. "Are you able to taste things?"

"Yes and no. I can break down whatever is being analyzed, and I am able to determine the chemical compositions in the sample. Each time I analyze something, I am aware of what's different. I... suppose it's as close to "taste" as I'm able to experience."

"Scientific talk. Sexy. Right up my alley."

His crooked smile appeared before he ducked, kneeling down and examining the dripping mess. The contrast between the detective doing what he was built for, and the fact that he was on his knees, was a confusing rush to your head.

Except instead of gathering the evidence the way everyone else had seen, the RK800 went straight to the source. His tongue could collect a larger sample, after all, so you fell victim to the oblivious android lapping up whatever was spilling out.

"--Ohhhhh my god," you cried, instantly snatching his hair.

"--What? Are you in pain?" He'd already pulled away again, still kneeling and waiting for an explanation.

Releasing your grip, you settled back down again. "N-no. No pain. Just wasn't expecting that." Holding up a hand, you added, "Before you ask your questions, just... analysis, please."

"You were correct when you were curious about whether or not I would release anything. As it turns out, the solvent I use was... left inside you." Except now Connor was at a loss. "There was also something else, and I am not familiar with it whatsoever. I have nothing to compare it to."

"Probably because that was more than just what you left. Congrats, you've gotten a taste of a woman." His eyes went wide. "And by the way, that's why I reacted. Your tongue can do some shit, hon."

"I--"

"No. We need to sleep, as much as I'd love to let you explore. You can eat me out later, okay?"

A hand went to the back of his neck after getting to his feet again. "... there are far too many euphemisms for intimate things. .... if I'm not mistaken in assuming that that is something intimate."

Staring with a deadpan expression, you replied, "You tell me, Connor. If you laid down so I could straddle your head and let you "analyze" until I screamed, would you consider that intimate?"

"If that is what you label as "eating you out", then I would consider you the first meal I would get to have."

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Connor had snuck a towel into the room, at least, so the two of you were able to clean up a bit, dressing again and falling asleep in his bed. You woke to find you were being held closely, your bodyguard pressed against your back.

Unaware of the time, since your phone was still in your purse in the living room, you had to get the android up, as well. There was a chance you could return to the sofa before Hank woke up; it seemed early in the morning still.

He slid out of bed and onto his feet before you could manage a yawn. "Come. I hear nothing outside the door, so we may be able to get away with this," he mumbled, smiling a touch.

The door was unlocked as quietly as he could manage, grasping your hand as you both crept out of the room. The living room was still darkened, curtains closed against the morning sun. Sumo lifted his head, wagged his tail, and rolled onto his back to stretch.

Relaxing a good deal, your bodyguard turned and planted a kiss to your forehead. "Will you sleep more, or do you intend on staying awake?"

You just shrugged. "Stay awake, probably. I don't wanna be an inconvenience more than I already am."

"You have never been, and never will be, an inconvenience. Your company is always welcome. Even Hank seems to calm down with you, which is... surprising." Another kiss to the spot between your eyes before Connor took your hand again. "Come. You'll need coffee to operate fully, I'm sure."

Gently pulling you towards the kitchen, the android froze in place, making you walk into him. "--Shit, sorry, honey. I wasn't--..... oh."

"Mornin'." Hank leaned against the counter, coffee cup already in hand, drinking and not taking his eyes off of the two of you. The grip on your hand tightened. "Busy night?"

LED flashing rapidly, Connor didn't know how to react. They'd been caught, but where was the expected anger? "Hank--"

"Did she finish?" Setting the now-empty cup aside, the lieutenant crossed his arms, approaching the android. "Well?"

Visibly nervous, your bodyguard finally managed to nod. "Y-yes. S-several times."

"Good. That's all I need to know." Hank started to walk away, down the hallway, but stopped when you got his attention. "What's up?"

"H... um... you're not mad...?" you asked meekly.

There was a tiny grin on his scruffy face. "If I kept pushing Connor to do shit, he'd just push back and get nowhere. And since you've changed him from a kid to an unruly, horny teenager, I had to use a different strategy."

So he'd used new tactics to handle his partner? "What exactly...? Do you mean you being all crabby?"

"Bullseye, sweetheart. If me trying to push him in one direction meant he'd push back, then I had to shove him in the opposite direction. I had to try and force you two to stop, and sure as shit he snuck you into his room."

Connor's jaw hung open. "Reverse psychology on a detective prototype. Hank, that's... I'm highly impressed."

"Yeah, well, you were too focused on getting your dick wet to notice. Otherwise it wouldn't have worked." His smile shifted to more of a smirk. "I might be old but I'm not fuckin' stupid."