Just some imagines with our favourite android Connor
This includes ⬇️
• smut... oof
• request
• fluff
• angst
• sadness
• laughter
• RK900 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
• and some other junk for you to read if wanted
REQUEST are CLOSED
Also involves ⬇️...
A/N: ANOTHER SMUT BUT WITH RK900 AND I CAN IMAGINE HIM BEING AN ABSOLUTELY KINKY LIL SLUT! (MiniLaddreferenceyeet) So there were many names for our dear RK900, so Conan was the most popular one. But you can change his name if you wish. oh PS YA'LL NEED HOLY WATER AND JESUS This was asked by @kisslut btw
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He was handsome.
He was literally a dreamboat.
A fucking god damn masterpiece from the heavens themselves.
There was something about him, something that kept alluring about him. Something that kept you hooked to him. Yet he kept luring you in, catching the glimpse of his baby blue eyes, his muscular build and his lips. His soft pink plump lips, looking ever so darling.
You'd imagine what his lips would taste like, or would feel like against your own lips, his tongue swirling around in your mouth exploring like an adventure.
You'd imagine what his body would feel like against yours, his hips rubbing roughly against yours. Would he be rough, or gentle?
Would he be sensitive or confident?
These sort of questions you would never be able to ask him. Can you imagine the embarrassment? The shame of ever thinking that way about a partner? Or a machine?
You wanted him though.
You craved him, craved his touch, crave his lips, just him.
You eye him, watching his moves carefully. Conan (or whatever name) was here to help to investigate with RK800 Connor for deviants. Connor was cool, he was innocent and very gentle. With Conan he seemed... very possessive and gets whatever he wants in an instant. The pair was basically twins looking a like yet very different. Similar yet different.
You and Conan weren't in a relationship, but you wanted too. He literary made you wet whenever he speaks in his possessive voice, commanding to get the information. It turned you on. You bite your lip as you squeeze your legs together, gaining some sort of comfort. But right now, you craved him.
Hank had driven you to a take out to grab a bite. You sit down in a booth, you sitting next to Hank and Connor sitting next to Conan. This is the perfect time to get him active. Hank orders as you slide your shoe off as you slide your foot against his leg. His bright baby blue eyes dart right up you, as his LED flashes red. You smirk as you turn to face Hank and Connor, acting innocent. Conan however, looked red.
"So Hank, how's the investigation going?" You ask, pretending not to notice what's going on under the table. Hank smiles as he turns to face you. You then raise your foot higher, sliding against his dress pants. He gives you a stern look, him biting down his lip as his eyes held strong to you.
"Well, Connor and Conan found some evidence relating to that UN200 android." Hank starts but really, you were focusing on Conan, and finally resting your foot between his thighs. Conan bites his lip down, possibly trying to hide his moans. Connor smiles.
