Relax (Connor x Male Reader)

You were a forensic scientist.

It sounded like a great job at first, going to check out homicides because it's cool to see how people are murdered and look at evidence, but the job eventually took its toll on you. You spent so much time in your basement that your meals were limited to cheap cup noodles and black coffee. Your boyfriend, Connor, had to drag you away from your lab so you could get some proper rest in a bed with a warm body lying next to you. Not that androids really needed sleep.

With all the shit you had to go through during this job, you deserved to relax.

"Connor, I have to work," you groaned as the android gently pushed you onto the bed. Despite your protests, you allowed Connor to strip you of your clothing. "I don't have time for this..." you grumbled, lying down and sinking right into the mattress. You sighed in relief upon your head hitting a soft pillow and feeling the thick sheets against your back.

"Your stress levels are exceedingly high and you need sleep to function properly. Lieutenant Anderson won't be very happy if you pass out on the job," Connor lectured, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Please, try to relax and rest," he urged.

"I can't relax, Connor. I got people, parents, depending on me. I mean, that poor victim was only eight years old!" you yelled, the image of the kid's cold body entering your mind. "His parents came up to me, begging for me to say that it wasn't their son that was lying in a ditch. I promised them I'd find the killer, I just have to examine the evidence thoroughly," you declared.

The android scanned you again, noticing your heart rate increasing and your stress levels rising even more. Your face was twisted with guilt and frustration as you stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily and fidgeting anxiously. A quick search and Connor found an answer on how to relieve your stress.

"[F/N], please allow me to relieve your stress," he advised, placing his hand over your thigh and gently stroking with his thumb. You sighed and shrugged, too tired to really care what he planned to do.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever."

"Leave everything to me," Connor told. You closed your eyes, thinking that he'd just make you tea or give you a massage or something, but boy, were you wrong. You felt Connor's hands over your hips, his fingers were hooked underneath the strap of your underwear to pull them down. Your eyes shot open and you immediately sat up to grab his hair and pull his head away.

"The fuck are you doing?!" you gasped, looking at Connor in surprise, red dusting your cheeks. He just tilted his head in confusion, his LED spinning yellow.

"My research tells me that orgasms can help relieve stress and alleviate pain," Connor answered casually. He felt your grip on his hair loosen and so, he continued his actions, wrapping his hand around your soft cock and wrapping his lips around it to get it to swell with blood. You hissed and threw your head back, your cock hardening in seconds. Connor soundlessly moved his head up and down slowly, swirling his tongue around the tip of your cock once he got to the head. For a model designed to assist human law enforcements, he was awfully good with his mouth, especially his tongue. Perhaps it was thanks to all the blood sampling.

"Take it all..." you moaned, pushing his head further down onto your cock. As you expected, the android had no gag reflex and took your whole length in perfectly. You could feel your cock hitting the back of his throat. Connor would glance up at you to check your reaction before continuing. He wanted to make sure that you were relaxed and enjoying the experience. His top priority was and always would be you.

At the pace that Connor was going, he'd have you cum in no time. You began to thrust your hips, now desperately gripping Connor's hair and pushing him further down. If he had a gag reflex, he'd probably be mad at how rough you were, but could he really blame you? You arched your back and moaned loudly, your eyes closed with bliss.

When you came, Connor swallowed the warm liquid without a problem. You sighed and went limp, releasing your strong grip on Connor and letting your hand rest beside your head. "Fuck, that was... amazing..." you marvelled, grinning at Connor who wiped his mouth clean. He smiled back at you and lied down beside you.

"I'm glad I could assist, [F/N]," he replied. "Your stress levels may have decreased dramatically, but you still need to sleep," he urged. You chuckled and nodded. You pulled the covers up towards your neck and got yourself comfortable, lying on your side and facing your android boyfriend. "Sleep well, [F/N]," he said softly.

"Goodnight, Connor."

"And... if you need to relax again, you need only ask."