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Conner rk800 X Reader one-shot (from mobile)

Since my computer is broken I’m writing a little one-shot to celebrate (suffer through) the heat 😉

A heat wave had hit Detroit. The hottest on record, to be exact. Androids had been lucky enough to not feel the strain of the sun all that much, because humans were outright suffering through it. You were one of the unlucky few whose air conditioning had broken down right before the heat wave–a curse, honestly. You were heat sensitive. The weather would surely kill you.

Despite knowing a mechanic would be coming by the end of the week to repair your unit, you couldn’t help but complain. The heat made you grouchy, sweaty. The only reprieve was when you went to work every day, or when Connor was over. He could could lower his body temperature for you for short times–it wasn’t much, but it was something. Like pressing your face to the outside of a refrigerator, generally cool but still unable to compete with your baking apartment. He was trying his best.

Even night time had become unbearable. You were forced to sleep in your living room with as many fans as you find. Your bedroom had one window and that wasn’t nearly enough to circulate air, not by a long shot. During the day your room was transformed into an oven and at night it was stuffy and stale. Connor had offered to fix the air conditioning unit himself, but your landlord refused to let Androids touch anything. You were just lucky he tolerated Connor enough to let him over, though you wondered why he even stayed to begin with–he was partly why the repairs were taking so god damn long. Who could find a human mechanic in this city now?

Regardless, Connor was over again after working at the station. You were sprawled out on the floor, claiming it was cooler down there on the carpet. He knew not to argue with you, he couldn’t really feel the heat like you could. He simply decided to lie down next to you, hand stroking your face with a blessedly cool touch. Thank god he could cool himself, you wouldn’t be able to handle it if he was warm. Cuddling his cooled body was the only saving grace.

You stared at the ceiling, listening as Connor told you about his day, his coworkers, about Jericho. Androids were slowly being accepted, and Detroit was gaining more and more humans willing to learn to live with the deviants. You had been accepting from the beginning, but it was nice to hear humans were coming around. Honestly, living in a city with several Androids was so relaxing. They were kind, understanding, and more human than any human you had met.

Times were changing, and you were more than happy just to have Connor in your life.

Despite that happiness, you groaned, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the warm air closing in on you on the floor. Fuck, it was like death in the apartment. You were half tempted to go stay at Hank’s like Connor suggested. You just…didn’t want to burden the older man with it. You couldn’t help but be affectionate with Connor, you didn’t want Hank uncomfortable.

Connor looked at you with warm brown eyes, opting for a tank top and jeans in the warm weather. God, it looked good on him. Any normal clothes looked good on him. You had dragged him out to ship for new clothes at some point after discovering he only opened like…Two of the same type of suit. As a person, he deserved to wear several different outfits to suit his personality.

“Are you alright, (Y/K)?” He asked in a concerned tone, “You have been staying hydrated, have you not? I have not observed you drinking water in the last hour, perhaps it would be best too–”

“I’m okay, Connor,” you sighed in reply, “it’s just so…hot.”

“I know, dearest,” he hummed, sounding very patient with you as his LED swirled yellow, “The weather is reporting today as the hottest day of the year–over one hundred–”

You groaned louder, covering your ears, “I don’t want to know. ..!”

Connor smiled softly, apologetically, “Regardless, please remember to drink water as much as possible. And eat, when you sweat you lose salt.”

You mumbled a reply, mind wandering as you contemplated where you could go to escape the warmth. You didn’t have many friends in the city outside of Connor, Hank, and a few deviants. You couldn’t stay with Markus and North–they were newly weds now, there was no way you could impose. Maybe you should move? Find a better apartment with a better landlord. One who would fix the AC when needed.

Another groan escaped you. This was the absolute worst, you knew without a doubt. You planted your face into the carpet, hating how much the plush material absorbed heat. It had seemed or nice in the winter when your cold toes touched the plush floor, but now…

“This is how I die,” You mumbled, “I’m melting…bury me in Antarctica, or Greenland, where it’s cold and–”

You were suddenly flipped onto your back with a squeak, hands pinned on either side of your head and a weight settled on your waist–Connor loomed over you, holding you down. A heated expression was on his face, usually calm expression replaced a an exasperated look mixed with lust.

“Keep complaining about the temperature,” he said in a ragged tone, one filled with promise…or warning, “And I’ll give you a real reason to feel hot.”

You flushed red, arousal immediately coiling inside you at his words. Fuck, he knew just what turned you on–you hadn’t anticipated that your words would have this effect on him. Though, in retrospect…you hadn’t made love in days because of the weather. You didn’t once consider that Connor might miss it, hell, you yourself just realized how much you missed it. Your body ached when he touched you but, fuck, the heat made any physical activity unbearable.

“Fuck, ” you whimpered, shivering when he ran his tongue over your overly warm skin, “I take it back, this will be what kills me.”

Connor chuckled, swiping his tongue over his lips, “We can’t have that, can we?” He leaned back, a sly smile on his lips–smug android, he knew what effect he had on you, “Your skin tastes interesting when you sweat. May I make a suggestion?”

You purposely squirmed under him, watching his breath catch at the friction it provided, “I’m listening,” you breathed.

He pressed down harder on you, looking like he himself would be sweating if he could.

“I can take you to the station for a tour,” he said, emphasis on the word ‘tour’, “And we can spend some…quality time there for a while. No one will really be there at this time of night.”

You smiled, nervousness and anticipation stirring inside you. You knew what he had in mind, and it was exciting to say the least. You had never in your life thought of getting intimate in a public place, but the very notion somehow…excited you more. Plus all the implications of screwing around in a police station? It left you aching, wanting. You could imagine thousands of scenarios involving your Detective boyfriend Connor, interrogating you, the cold metal of a table in front of you…

“I must admit,” you mumbled, “The thought of you bending me over an interrogation table is pretty fucking excit–”

You didn’t even finish your sentence before he had you flung over his shoulder, carrying you toward the door as you giggled the whole way.

AN: just something small to keep yall satisfied while my computer tries to live. It’s too fucking hot.