Chapter 16
Summary: You and Connor deal with his newfound freedom and your romantic feelings for one another.
Note: Finale time!!! Thank you to everyone who's taken the time to read this story, and I hope you enjoy the ending!!
Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), afab reader, connor is a bottom
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The next few hours passed in a blur. You stood idly by, patiently waiting to take Connor home. If you told yourself a week ago that you’d be watching an android give a speech to thousands of other androids about human rights, you’d laugh and institutionalize yourself immediately.
Reporters watched from the fences with hungry eyes, not daring enough to come closer. They held their mics as close as possible, straining to catch Markus’s speech. You could hear the faint sound of their cameras clicking wildly, despite being nearly a football field away.
If things were normal, you’d be freaking out about just how public the stunt you pulled was. The whole country, maybe even the world, knew just how you felt about Connor. You weren’t usually this open about your relationships, especially your romantic ones. But, for some reason, you didn’t really care how the world viewed you.
Snow fluttered gently through the air and landed on your shoulders. You stood shoulder to shoulder with the androids to watch Markus give his speech. The crowd watched, captivated by his calm but firm words. You were slightly unsettled by just how quiet it was.
Connor stood on top of a storage container with Markus and the rest of his inner circle. You recognized the blonde android from earlier, and the corners of your mouth quirked up. He looked so proud.
You felt the same flush of pride surge within you as you watched Connor. He deserved to be with his people. He deserved a happy ending.
Connor swayed slightly and winced. You furrowed your brows as you observed him. Something was wrong.
Your thoughts were confirmed when Connor slowly brought his gun out from his waistband and held it securely at his front. You shifted to look at the other androids surrounding you. All of them were paying attention to Markus.
Shit.
You had to be smart about this— causing a panic would only make things worse. But, you needed to get to Connor. Now.
You slowly navigated through the crowd, hoping that you could get to Connor before he did something rash. You didn’t know what you’d do once you got to Connor, and getting up on the storage container would definitely get everyone’s attention.
You just needed to take a few more steps, and then you’d be at the front. Connor began to slowly raise his gun. Why wasn’t anyone paying attention?
You pulled your own weapon. Maybe you could shoot the gun out of his hand. Markus was still continuing his speech, and your gaze remained glued to Connor.
Suddenly, Connor shuddered and blinked rapidly. He looked at the gun in his hand and furrowed his brows. Then, his eyes met yours. You raised your brows slightly, asking if he was okay.
He nodded, and it felt like you could finally breathe again. You returned your gun to your waistband and listened to the rest of Markus’s speech. You snuck a glance at Connor, and he occasionally caught you. You flushed and quickly shifted your eyes to look anywhere else but him.
After Markus’s speech, Connor made his way down to meet you. He slid his hands over your hips and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
You ran a hand through his hair, “Are you okay? What happened up there?”
“Amanda.”
A shudder ran through you. Your time at Cyberlife was a distant memory, but you recalled the demand made by Elijah when the idea for Connor first arose. The only requirement was that he had to be obedient.
And he was… For a little while.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
He shook his head, “It’s not your fault.”
You gave him a small smile. Connor was kind, even when you probably didn’t deserve it. You looked around at all the other androids rejoicing. Connor grabbed one of your hands.
“Let me drive you home.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, “You should be with your people. Don’t worry about me.”
“I want to be with you,” he argued, pulling you closer to him. You pursed your lips. You knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer; he was programmed to be persistent, after all.
“Fine.”
He smiled, victorious, as he dragged you towards the direction of your car. You weren’t going to question how he knew where your car was, you were just happy to have him in your arms once again.
When you arrived at your apartment, you made a beeline for the shower. You hissed as the warm water ran over the spot where Not-Connor hit you with your own gun. Asshole.
Steam billowed from the bathroom as you exited, pulling your towel closer. Connor was sitting on your couch, flipping through the various newsreels. He muted the TV and turned to look at you. His gaze flitted over your bare shoulders and then to the small gash bordering your hairline.
“How’s your head?” he questioned, a slight frown pulling at his features.
You absentmindedly touched the spot and winced. “I’ll be fine. It’s better now that I cleaned it,” you replied before heading into your bedroom to get changed.
You joined Connor on the couch after changing, sitting on the opposite end and focusing your attention on the newscaster. A shaky video of you running across the plaza toward Connor played, and you flushed. Is that really what you looked like when you ran?
You were glued to the TV as you watched yourself crash in Connor and then to him putting you down and pressing his hand against yours, revealing the white plastic underneath. You watched as your form pressed your lips to his, and your cheeks burned.
“The whole thing was very cinematic,” you commented, fighting off a grin.
He shifted in his seat to face you, “Your phone hasn’t stopped ringing. I think people are worried.”
You frowned, turning to look at him, “Worried?”
Connor avoided your gaze. “Well,” he began, “you did run into what could be classified as a battlefield, and…”
“And?”
“What we did could be seen as inappropriate,” Connor murmured, rubbing his palms against his thighs. He still wouldn’t look at you.
“Connor,” you began, scooting closer to him.
He stood, his gaze planted firmly on the cushion in front of you. “They’re right,” he asserted.
It was your turn to stand, pushing away the anger that rose like bile in the back of your throat. “What are you saying?” your heart was hammering in your chest, and you wondered if he could hear it.
“We can’t be together.”
You stiffened. Your stomach churned, and you clenched your fists. “Is that what you want?”
“I… I don’t know,” he admitted, sitting back down. His LED circled yellow, and you sighed, sitting down next to him. You wanted to be angry. To scream that it wasn’t fair. To break down and beg him to stay. But you couldn’t.
You slowly took his hand in yours.
“You should be with a human,” he murmured.
“I want to be with you.”
“What about Detective Reed?”
His question caused you to snort, and he looked over at you.
You sighed, “Gavin and I... don’t work well together… We did for a while, but not anymore.”
He was silent for a moment before he squeezed your hand in his. “You should get some sleep, you must be exhausted,” he suggested, meeting your gaze.
He was right, of course. You could feel exhaustion weighing on your shoulders and causing your eyelids to droop.
You couldn’t go to sleep. You couldn’t let him out of your sight. Fear wrapped a cold hand around your throat, and you couldn’t breathe. He’d leave you once you were unconscious and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
He must’ve noticed your hesitation because he added, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
You nodded, not fully convinced. You wanted to ask him to lay with you, just like he did after the Stratford Tower. You forced yourself to stand and not look back as you made your way to your bedroom and shut the door behind you.
You’d like to say that you couldn’t sleep, purely out of spite. However, your body betrayed you, and sleep overtook you almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You were restless and woke up at around noon.
You dragged yourself out of bed and fixed your bedhead as you padded into the living room. Relief flowed through you when you realized Connor was still there, right where you left him.
He rose from his position on the couch, offering you a small smile, “How did you sleep?”
“Fine,” you answered, eyeing him.
He swallowed hard and shuffled on his feet. “I… I owe you an apology.” You raised a brow, but he continued, “I recognize that my behavior was incongruous. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
You rounded the couch, inching closer to him. The corners of your mouth turned up, giddiness flowing through your veins, “Like what, Connor?”
He squeezed his eyes together and his LED circled yellow. You closed the gap between you and rested your hands on his shoulders. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down at you.
“Like I’m going to combust every time you touch me,” he replied, clenching his jaw as you let your hands drop to rest on his chest. His thirium pump hammered in his chest, nearly matching the pounding of your own heart.
“What do you want?” you questioned, tracing your hands down his torso.
He grabbed a hold of your hands, and brought them to his lips, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. He kissed the back of your hands, attempting to catch his breath. He released your hands, and wrapped his around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer.
He leaned in, close enough that your lips were just a breadth away from touching. You wrapped your arms around his neck, attempting to bring him closer, but he held firm.
“I want you,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours.
“Then have me.”
That was all he needed, and he was rushing forward to encase your lips in his. You ran your hands through his hair as you moved in tandem. Connor’s slid down your body to the backs of your thighs, and you jumped into his arms. He caught you effortlessly, tightly gripping the underside of your thighs as he carried you to your bedroom.
He pulled away, panting, as he laid you down on your bed and hovered over you. He hesitated, an artificial blush dusting his cheeks.
“Let me take the lead,” you suggested, tapping your fingers on his ribs. He nodded, scooting back and laying in the spot next to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if Cyberlife had given him a certain appendage, but you figured you’d find out soon enough.
You grinned as you moved to straddle him, hands splayed over his chest. You ran your hands across the smooth fabric of his button-up, and his bioregulator thrummed against your fingertips. You leaned down and kissed him slowly, sweetly. Connor’s hands ghosted over your hips as your lips moved in tandem. You cupped his face, your featherlight touch bringing both of you impossibly closer.
You pulled away, panting, and drank in the sight below you. Connor’s lips were swollen, and he was gazing up at you like you hung each and every star in the sky. You leaned down and pressed one last kiss against his lips. You dipped your head down to brush light kisses to the column of his throat, and your fingers fumbled to undo the buttons of his shirt. You grinned against his flushed skin as you successfully undid the last button, and nipped at the tempting expanse of newly exposed skin.
“You’re perfect,” you whispered as your fingers danced against the bare skin of his ribs, and he shuddered against your touch.
“Cyberlife designed me t—”
You cut him off by sliding down and dotting his torso with kisses and lovebites. Connor’s breath gets caught in the back of his throat when you rub a hand over the dent in his pants, and he instinctively juts his hips into your palm. That answers that question.
“So eager,” you hum, slowly unbuckling his belt. Connor gripped the sheets as you slowly, agonizingly pull down the zipper to his dress pants. You were definitely enjoying teasing him.
“Please,” Connor groaned, arching his head into the pillow beneath him. An artificial blush spread across his cheeks as he begged, and gazed up at you through his lashes.
You grinned and leaned forward, just close enough that your breath tickled the shell of his ear. “Use your words, darling,” you purred before pulling away and slowly tracing your fingers down his chest.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and replied, “Please. Touch me, Doctor.”
You finally granted him and yourself mercy and slip your hand under the waistband to his briefs, immediately finding what you were looking for. You release his length from its confines, allowing it to spring up in front of you.
You nearly groaned at the sight. His head was dripping, and you leaned forward to pepper kisses and featherlight touches along his length, eliciting a hiss from the android below you. You leaned closer, allowing your mouth to fully envelop him and swirling your tongue around the pink-hued tip. Connor groaned, shuddering underneath you. He bucked his hips, moaning as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth.
“I need you,” he whimpered as you bobbed your head, steadily taking more of him. You ran your hands along his inner thighs as he grabbed the hair at the nape of your neck and brought you closer to him.
You pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, evoking a gasp from Connor as he arched his back. The sounds he was making had you clenching your thighs together, attempting to alleviate the ache between your legs.
You pulled away, licking your lips, and Connor whimpered from the loss of contact. He was so needy, and you loved it.
You got off the bed, just long enough to rip off your clothes, and you thanked your past self for wearing clothes that were easy to remove just in case.
You were back to straddling him in an instant, and Connor pulled you into a kiss, running his hands along your bare flesh. His hands found the supple flesh of your ass, and he squeezed. You gasped against his lips as you ground against his length.
“Fuck, Connor, need you so bad,” you whined, your thoughts running together. You brought your hand to where the two of you met and aligned him to your entrance.
The moan that escaped you when you lowered yourself down onto his cock was sinful. All you could think about was how perfectly he filled you. Connor’s hands roamed your body, urging you to move.
You rolled your hips, driving him deeper into you and watching as his eyes rolled back. You grabbed his hands, which had latched onto your hips, and pinned them above his head.
“Keep them there,” you commanded before moving your hips once more. You rode him like your life depended on it, lifting yourself almost completely off him before plunging back down.
“Ah!” Connor whimpered your name. “Just like that.”
You leaned forward, resting your hands on his biceps as you moved your body up and down, desperately chasing your high. Connor’s hips rose to meet yours as he pounded into you, and you gasped, fully letting him use you.
You reached down to where your bodies met and started rubbing circles on your clit, feeling the familiar heat pooling in your belly.
“Don’t stop,” you begged, resting your forehead against Connor’s shoulder as he thrusted deeper into you, reaching the spot that had you seeing stars.
Your release hit you like a semi-truck and you squeezed against Connor’s cock, causing him to groan. He came soon after, rutting into you as he pulsed inside of you.
You attempted to catch your breath as you slumped against Connor, your breaths intermingling. “Are you okay?” you ask, fingers carding through his hair.
“Yes,” he replied, breathless. “I think I like being deviant.”
You chuckled, lifting yourself off of him. You liked him being deviant, too. You laid your head on his chest, listening to the comforting whirring of his biocomponents. He ran a hand through your hair, wrapping a strand around his finger. All that mattered right now was his arms wrapped around you; you could worry about everything else later.
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