Detroit: Become Human One Shots [COMPLETED]

*Distractions [HR400!Connor x Detective!Reader]

[REQUESTED]

With a loud sigh, a puff of cigarette smoke escaping your lips, you exit the car, tossing the butt to the ground and smothering it with the sole of your shoe, you walk through the entrance of the Eden Club," 1177 Woodward Avenue, what a filthy place to conduct work," the whole idea of solving a murder case in an android brothel was disturbing to you, people with all sort of kinks showed up to pleasure themselves, but whatever kink made an android attack must have been fucked up.

"Thank you for showing up as quick as you did," a balding man approached you, a lanyard dangling from his neck," I'm Floyd Mills, manager of the Detroit bra-"

"I know who you are, Sir. I'm not here to conversate, I just want to do pure business," your eyes ravaged the place, the bright lights nearly blinding," which room did the murder take place in?"

To his surprise, you pushed past him and began to run over each android, locked inside capsule-like pods. He hesitantly led you to the room, almost gagging in response to seeing the bloodied corpse of the victim. With confident strides, you make your way to the body, equipping a glove and beginning to exam the oozing wounds," This was a fairly recent murder, the android must've not gone far," you move to the busted android and crouch down," the victim got two? This one is an HR400, what was the other model?"

"We only carry two models, Detecti-"

"I understand that but knowing if it was another HR400 or a WR400 would help narrow it down," you scoff and snatch the receipt book from the manager, turning through pages until coming across the victim," a WR400, great." You quickly shoo the manager out of the room, connecting pieces.

"The WR400 clearly isn't in the room, so they left," you walk out of the door, planning to trace the possible path of the android," it couldn't have left through the main entrance, that's too obvious, so it either went left or right." You were at a standstill. If you went the wrong way, the android has much more time to escape.

Ushering the manager over, you point to an android inside its casing," Give him over, he might have seen something." The manager narrows his eyes, hands placing on his hip.

"Detective, we can't just hand you an android without you pay-"

Snatching him up by his lanyard, you pull him close to your face," Are you interfering with a police investigation, Mills? Must I turn you in for withholding information?" Your voice was low, venom seeping from between your teeth. He violently shook his head and opened the casing, a quite innocent android stepping out of the vessel.

You had no idea how you were pinned against the fluffy mattress, a HR400 trailing sloppy kisses from your jaw to your chest. Last you recalled, you had learned the deviant WR400 trailed to the left and moved into a room. When you stepped into the room, the devilish HR400 was right behind you, his artificial breath fanning over your features. Something about his innocent look hooked you.

Within minutes, your shirt was tossed to some corner of the room and the android's tongue swirled around your hardened buds, the moist warmth sending more heat to your southern regions. A hand crept down your waist, snaking around and gripping a handful of your rear. Gasping, confidence erupted from you as you flipped the android, tugging his briefs down his legs, releasing his length. 

Pressing a gentle kiss to the tip, your tongue wrapped around the hardened member, your mouth taking it in whole. The android under you inhaled sharply, his hand finding the back of your head, forcing himself down your throat. Gagging, you pull back, a string of thick saliva connecting your lips and the androids shaft.

Your core ached for the HR400 before you as you climbed on top, your fingernails digging into synthetic flesh. You eased down, his hard cock filling you. Tears pricked your eyes, your teeth biting tightly onto your lower lip. Waiting as you stretched out, your lips found his, hungrily moving in sync with one another. 

Knowing you had adjusted, you lifted yourself only to slam back down onto the android. A moan erupted from your throat and echoed off the walls of the room, the process repeating with each move of your hips. The HR400 grasped your hips, meeting each downward movement of yours with an upwards thrust. If you thought your moans were loud, nothing compared to the noises ringing from your chords. 

A clock on the wall read the time - it had been two hours since you arrived at the club and you accomplished nothing but entangling yourself with a sex android. The deviant was long gone by now, you knew this, but as you made your way back to the station to report a failed investigation, your mind kept drifting back to the HR400 you had quite enjoyed. The way his member filled every hole of yours, the way his slender fingers dug into your hips, the way his teeth nipped at your skin - it felt too real. You told yourself not to be growing attached, but you found yourself returning later that night to rent the android out and taking it home for a house call. Despite your cold, professional demeanor, this android had managed to distract you in a way you would never forget.