Anything nsfw with sleepy reader and soft Dom connor?/•᷅•᷄\੭
softdom!Connor x gender neutral reader
smut, soft dom Connor, submissive reader, blowjob, fluff/cuddles for aftercare
Connor needs attention, but you're too tired to give him any :(
a/n: I apologize for the wait, anon. I have so many requests to fulfill and barely any time to complete them. :( Either way, I hope this is to your liking. On a different note, I really like /•᷅•᷄\੭, so I am going to steal it. :>
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"Yes, Hank. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I will notify him right away."
Connor disconnected from the call and sighed heavily, having returned home just ten minutes prior in order to finally give his system a rest. Unluckily for him, however, there was one thing he still needed to do before he checked in on you.
Fowler's inbox was already full of emails and messages of the sort, and Connor would, unfortunately, be leaving him yet another file to review. But he tried not to feel too bad. After all, it was Friday, and if nothing occurred that weekend, he would have two full days with you. Thinking of what was to come, he composed a message and sent it off. Then, he loosened his tie and slid his jacket from his lean body. The digital clock on the counter read five in the evening, though it felt much closer to nine. Even he felt the effects of the shorter winter days. Being a deviant certainly was not what he expected. But would he change a thing? Never.
Taking a moment to refresh his software, he felt a new need suddenly arise. Perhaps it was just out of frustration over his long work hours. Why would his cock be reacting, though?
It was that picture you'd sent to him that morning. You were all dressed up and looking absolutely fine... But he couldn't get it out of his head. All of his favorite features were on display, just for him, and he felt like the luckiest android in the world. Well, of course, he was—he had you!
That thought made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, and he didn't waste a second longer to stealthily enter your shared room. As expected, there you were, all curled up on the bed, half of your body beneath the blankets and the other half completely exposed.
"y/n?" he asked, padding to the bed and taking a seat on the edge, the mattress sinking beneath his weight.
You didn't answer, so he turned back and reached down to remove his black dress shoes. Once he freed himself, he stepped to the dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. While he unbuttoned the shirt he wore, his cock incessantly prodded at its confines, begging to spring free. The one thing he didn't like about being an android was that he got hard way too easily, and since Cyberlife specifically designed all android genitalia, his dick reacted instantly to any stimuli, physical or not. The fact of the matter was that he was hard, and you weren't even awake to help him.
Button after button that his hands grazed over, he continued thinking back to your perfect body. Sometimes, he felt as if you were made for him and only him. That's just how much he loved you.
From behind, he heard the ruffling of fabric, and soon after, your groggy tone asked, "Con?"
He removed his shirt completely and turned back, revealing his rather toned chest. "Yes, my love?" he wondered.
Your eyes immediately locked on the bit of hair that ran down the center of his stomach to his crotch. Something about it turned you on. Perhaps it was because of how much care Cyberlife put into designing every android to be as human as possible. When your eyes adjusted to the faint light that seeped into the room, you noticed his prominent bulge.
"Connor?" you asked again. "Why are you—"
"I can't help it." He frowned, not bothering to continue changing his clothes. "That picture you sent me this morning..."
"That's what's bothering you? I didn't even show anything graphic."
"I know," he whined. "But that's how much I love seeing you. You... make me excited."
You shut your eyes again and lazily flopped to the pile of pillows behind you. "I'm so tired, Con," you said. "I don't know if I'm in the mood—"
"Please," he begged, sliding his hand down to palm his clothed erection. "It won't go down unless I cum..."
You gave him a little pout but relented and reached for the waistband of your pants, but Connor stopped you.
"Wait," he said. "You don't have to... I would just like it if you sucked on it for a while. That's all."
You stopped and sat up, your eyes still trained on him.
"Do I have your consent to use your mouth?" he asked, always ensuring your comfort.
You slowly nodded and made room for him to join you on the bed, but he stopped you again.
"Yes or no? Consent is imperative for partners in an intimate setting. If one doesn't like or agree with what is happening, it is considered—"
"I get it. I get it, Con," you whined. "I consent to this."
He gave you a little nod and stepped closer to the bed, stopping just before he settled down to unbuckle his belt, undo his pants, and lower his boxers, freeing his aching erection. As soon as he sat down beside you, he took your hand in his and guided it to where he needed it most. Having turned his sensitivity up, he immediately shuddered, his cock twitching ever-so-slightly.
"Now, can you please suck on it?" he begged, his entire body painfully tensing.
Not wishing to make him wait any longer, you brought your lips to his shaft, peppering it all over with dry kisses. When he slightly bucked his hips, you trailed your warm tongue from his base to his swollen tip. Knowing he would become a whiny mess if you didn't immediately give him what he wanted, you sucked on his balls a bit, still not providing enough pleasure.
"Please, I need more," he said. "I'll guide you, and I'll be gentle. I promise."
Ignoring his words, you focused your attention on his tip again and began assaulting his frenulum with your skilled tongue. That made Connor break, and his hand shot to your shoulder, unsure of whether or not to push you away or draw you closer. Perhaps turning his sensitivity to the max was unwise, he considered. But at the same time, it was more pleasurable than anything he had ever experienced.
"Oh," he groaned, tilting his head back. "You're so good... so, so good for me."
Finally, you wrapped your lips around his head and swirled your tongue around, making sure to collect his pre-cum. Then, you curled your fingers around his shaft, giving it slow, deliberate pumps to work him to the peak.
Connor's hand instinctively landed on your head, and he carefully pushed you down, making sure never to be too rough with you. "You're so good," he mumbled. "Please tell me if I hurt you. I never want to make you uncomfortable." Then, he pushed you down as far as you would go, and he gasped when his tip touched the back of your throat.
The fact that you didn't gag once nearly made him cum on the spot. Your throat had relaxed, gladly welcoming the intrusion. It only solidified his belief that you were made for him, inside and out. Soon after pushing you down, he allowed you up, and you dragged your tongue along his shaft. But Connor didn't allow you up for long, however, as he was already creating a consistent pace, making you work his cock like the obedient thing you were.
"You're doing so well," he encouraged you. "Just like that... keep going."
Unable to resist his praise, you worked eagerly, bobbing your head up and down, taking him straight to the back of your throat. Tears welled in your eyes, but when Connor noticed, he leaned down to press a brief kiss to your head while still guiding your movements. To really bring him to the edge, you fondled his delicate balls, lightly rolling the skin between your fingers.
Connor promptly rolled his hips to meet the stimulation, and you finally gagged. Worried, he halted, trying to coax you up to meet his gaze. "Are you okay, honey? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
You hummed a no in response and continued bobbing your head, drawing more precum onto your tongue. Just like a human's, it had a rather potent taste, but you didn't mind. Every part of Connor's body turned you on. When you focused your attention on his tip again and swirled your tongue around it, he met your touch, feeling his lower half tense.
Knowing he was close, he whispered, "Just like that. Just like that, precious. It feels so—"
A strained groan parted his lips, and he roughly bucked his hips to shove his cock deeper inside of you. His thick, sticky semen poured down the back of your throat, making you pull away, but you didn't fully part with him. Instead, you sucked harder on his shaft, milking more and more seed from him. Finally, he settled down and stopped moving, totally spent. His cock still twitched inside of you, but he was content.
When you allowed his softening member to rest, he said with a little smile, "You swallowed every drop. Thank you. You're so precious to me."
You acknowledged his praise and sat up, letting him tuck his sex away. Then, you curled up to him to press your head to his bare chest.
"Yes," he cooed. "Come here. Come here... You can rest now. You were so good to me..."
You wrapped an arm around him and intertwined your legs with his, soaking up as much warmth as possible.
"Rest, my sweet. I love you. I love every single part of you, and I always will," he whispered, soothingly petting your head.
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