Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Blood in the Water (NSFW)

Author's Note:

If you've made it this far, you're probably anxious to read this chapter - but I just wanted to say thank you for everything and I look forward to chatting with you guys when I get more time to hop in to some of these comment threads.

Good luck!

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November 9th, 2038
PM 07:36:29

Warning: If you don't agree with some of the following themes, that's completely okay. You can skip to 52 when it's posted. This isn't just a smut chapter, but there aren't any plot points you'll miss. 

***Extremely NSFW***

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Distance was an undetermined factor in the art of pulling you in.

The rushing of the ground when you fell. The transportive occurrence when you zoned out and came to; not remembering your walk from point A to B. The crashing of waves on the break line shimmering in the sun as you're pulled down and submerged.

The look of a threat and the need to charge, to react before it evolved into something more.

...Evolution.

Like how birds developed pointed beaks over thousands of years to extract food from the smallest of holes. Or how sharks grew themselves from cartilage instead of bone to use less energy while traversing a longer distance.

How an android sent by CyberLife evolved into Connor – a caring, loving individual with a heart of gold and a beautiful dark side...

The daring, punishing creature who devoured that softness without remorse, and kept it locked safe inside while his demons came out to play.

You didn't have a preference. You found both versions trapped in one body equally appealing; each need for comfort, every cautioned breath that would tip him off as a sign of life.

No matter which Connor you were in the room with, things always started the same. You'd been conditioned that way.

The beat of your heart as a countdown. The dryness in your mouth and the subtle lick of your lips. The blurring of your vision and a slight ringing in your ears. A tingling between your legs. Your breasts beginning to swell and the blood rushing to the tips; a collected effort to make them harden and rise.

Instinctive preparations to fulfill a need that'd been ingrained in your species as a means to reproduce...a recreational activity that'd found its way into the hierarchy of human needs.

You were starved of touch on your neck, your waist, your back – everywhere.

With each growing sensation, it gave you away. Showed him the critical markers to follow until you were chiseled down to nothing but debris and dust.

His kiss ghosted against your trembling lips. When you tried to steal more, a firm hand would keep you still. A dark smile would curve on that mouth, studying you with exactness.

Maybe it was his barren chest, arms, abdomen – shoulders; his form a weakness of yours he wore well.

But he had this look of hidden secrets...like he had the high ground; had some sort of advantage and you just didn't know it yet.

"You do love being in danger, don't you?"

A small yelp left you as your belt shifted and a cold ring snapped around your wrist. You fell on your back, bouncing on the cushions of the couch.