Not Just a Machine (D:BH Connor X Human! F!Reader)

A/N

Writing this chapter all over again because 抖阴社区 thought it'd be funny to glitch out and get rid of all 5000+ words I typed (I want to cry honestly)

Also there's some light smut in this chapter, so just a tiny warning.

[Name]'s POV

"Come again, Connor? What did you just ask me?" I ask while sending him a quick glance.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" he asks again, as if it's a question you ask anybody.

'Fuck yeah, I do' I mentally respond, but my hands just tighten around the wheel as I fail to form actual words.

"We'll-" I cut myself off with a cough to try and refrain from stuttering, "we'll talk about this when we get back to my apartment."

I feel Connor's state on the side of my head, but I refuse to look at him. "Whatever you say, [Name]..." he says lowly, his voice husky and deeper than normal.

'Oh, just take me now. Goddammit, how can one guy go from being adorable to sexy in seconds' I gulp, unconsciously driving over the speed limit.

I keep my focus trained on the road, but the sinful thoughts Connor has implanted in me have me zoning out. I snap out of my thoughts once I'm back at my apartment complex, and I park my car before hopping out. I rush over to the elevator with Connor casually walking behind me.

I press the call button for the elevator and the doors open, allowing both of us to step inside. I hit the floor number my flat is on and the doors close behind us. I feel Connor's stare on me, making me shift from one foot to the other, as the elevator rises up.

When the doors slide open, I practically fly out and run down the hall, grabbing my keys and opening my apartment door. I walk inside, kicking off my shoes, and removing my gun and holster. The door shuts and I look over to see Connor slipping off his shoes, before loosening his tie.

He catches me staring at him, and a small smile comes to his lips, before he slowly walks over to me. My eyes widen and I press myself against the wall as he closes the remaining few steps between us. I stare into his brown eyes, before he leans down and presses his lips to mine. My eyes flutter shut, and I wrap my arms around his neck while kissing him back.

His hands come to my hips and he picks me up with ease. I secure my legs around his waist and he lets out a low groan as my crotch rubs against his. Connor carries me to my bedroom and lays me down on my bed, before kneeling between my legs. He leans forward and kisses me deeply while I undo the rest of his tie and unbutton his shirt.

Connor pulls back and slides his dress shirt off his body, when I remember what the nurse told me. "Fuck..." I whisper while sitting up with a frown.

Smut

"Is something wrong?" Connor asks and I look down at my lap.

"The nurse at the hospital said I should refrain from sex for the next week," I mutter, refusing to look at Connor in fear of disappointment.

He goes silent for a few seconds, before gripping my chin and making me look at him. I notice the small smile on his lips, and he leans forward and kisses my forehead.

"You seem afraid. Are you worried I would be disappointed?" he asks and I nod.

His lips twitch into a frown and he gently lays me back down, and pushes my shirt up so it bundles up just under my breasts. I watch his face as he stares at the stitches on my stomach, his eyes holding anger and sadness. I go to say something when he moves down so his face is at level with my crotch.