Writer's Note: This story ended up way longer than I expected it to. Trying to get into the mind set of what it would be like be in this kind of situation, I found myself unable to resist writing. Please feel free to leave me feedback, requests, suggestions, ect. As always I hope you enjoy!

(Detroit Michigan, during the events of Detroit: Become Human)

Mrs. Lydia Peachie is inside a Cyberlife store, standing before an HR400 android model contemplating her final decision to bring it home with her. She has had her eye on it for a while now. With her husband always away on work she figures it would be interesting to take her nightly sessions to the next level. Using just her fingers and a vibrator is no longer doing it for her. Maybe a machine that feels closer to the real thing is just what she needs to fend off all those lonely nights.

As she looks into it's bright green eyes, it looks back at her. Presenting itself to her. Almost like a puppy at a pound window begging to be brought home. But she knows it is all for show. Cyberlife programs them that way to entice you to buy their products, and it works.

She turns to the salesman and says, "I'll take it."

The salesman approaches the android, "Very good. Glad to see you have settled on a decision. Do you have a name picked out for it?"

"Yes," she answers eagerly.

"Alright, HR400 register your name." He takes a step back allowing the android to focus on her once again.

"Maverick," she says as clear as she can.

"My name is Maverick," the android responds in a soft, calming voice. It steps down from the display platform and bows its head to her. "Delighted to meet you."

Lydia feels awkward now that the android is speaking to her while still only wearing a thin, gray, speedo.

The salesman breaks the tension. "Excellent. It's speech and cognitive programs seem to be functioning well. If you will kindly follow me I will show you which outfits you may choose that are included with your purchase today."

She follows him to the clothing display and picks out a few outfits for Maverick. They are all brightly colored with big blue triangles all over. 'I will have to buy him something more natural.' She thinks to herself. She picks out one for it to put on and it heads into the changing room to dress itself. She and the salesman turn to each other once again.

"So are you satisfied with the full look and sound of your android?" He asks her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well if in any way say you don't quite like the color of its hair, or its eyes, or if you would like its voice to be a bit deeper, or a bit more tenor, all you have to do is ask it to change those features for you and its built in programs will respond just as you ask. Say one day you are tired of it having brown hair and want to go with something more unnatural such as blue. Just give it the command and it can do so."

"That's really nice to know. Anything else?"

"If you have any questions about any of the android's functions you can always just ask it to tell you. If for any reason you are dissatisfied you can always contact our customer service center."

"Okay, thank you."

Maverick steps out from the changing room and Lydia's heart jumps up into her throat. This is it. Time to bring her new toy home. It may look like a man but to her it is more of a very elaborate, very expensive sex doll.

"May I escort you to your car ma'am?" It asks while holding its arm out to her.

She does not respond to its gesture and keeps her hands to her sides. "Yes, let's go."

She starts heading out of the store and the android drops its arm and begins following her. As she approaches the door Maverick takes hold of the handle for her.

"Let me ma'am."

"Thank you."

They continue to walk to her taxi that has been patiently waiting for her. Maverick waits for her to climb inside then walks around to the other side and sets itself in the seat next to her.

The cab car asks in its robotic voice, "Where to?"

"Return to pick up," Lydia answers.

The ride is super quiet. Neither of them seem to want to talk as they make their way back to Lydia's home. She watches Maverick for a moment. 'It blinks just as a human would only it doesn't need to blink.' Its chest expands ever so slightly as it makes a noise of breathing in. 'But they don't breath, right?' She second guesses herself. She decides to break the awkward silence.

"So... Maverick..." It turns to face her by just moving its head, catching her off guard a bit. "My name is Mrs. Lydia Peachie but I want you to refer to me as Lydia from now on go it?"

"Got it," Maverick replies.

"Okay, good. Umm... so when we get to the house I will show you around. My husband will not be home for you to meet him right away I'm afraid. Don't be alarmed if he happens to show up late in the night or like most of the time, he doesn't come home at all."

Maverick closes his eyes and his LED flashes yellow for a moment then he reopens them to look at her. "Your husband's name is Kevin Peachie is that correct?"

"Yes, but... how did you know that?"

"I have searched your name through my built in Wi-Fi and discovered an article about the day you two were wed. Your husband is a travel agent, correct?"

"Yes he is."

"And what of children? Will there be any for me to take care of once we get to your house?"

"No... no, we don't have the time in our lives right now for that," she giggles embarrassed. "We barely have time for each other that's why..." she trails off realizing she does not want to pour her heart out to a machine. It does not need to know their issues. She bought this android to help her stop thinking about such things.

"Ma'am?" Maverick asks confused while tilting its head a little.

"It's nothing. Let's just get home."

Arriving at the house Maverick exits the taxi first then waits to follow her inside.

"Welcome home Lydia. Error unknown entry," says the computerized voice of the security system.

"Authorize entry for Maverick," Lydia commands.

"Scanning... authorization complete. Welcome home Maverick."

Maverick closes the door behind them then takes a moment to look around the highly lit, upper class style house. As it scans the items in the room it discovers that a lot of the paintings and figurines are just cheep knock offs of the real thing meant to make the family look more well of than they actually are.

"Come I'll show you around," says Lydia.

After giving a tour of the home and explaining to Maverick its cleaning and cooking duties she brings it up into the guest bedroom and stands at the foot of the queen sized bed.

"This is where you will be staying, that is when we don't have company in the house. This will also be where I can use you to... well you know." She feels odd being embarrassed talking about such things to a robot designed specifically for such a purpose.

"Give you pleasure?" Maverick replies bluntly.

"Exactly, umm... I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so awkward. I guess I just didn't expect that you would look and act so much like... a person."

"I understand Lydia. Would you feel more comfortable if we did this in the master bedroom?"

"No... no! Look, one big thing you have to understand is I love my husband, with all my heart. The master bedroom is where he and I lay together and... make love. You are not here to replace him, got it? You are here because I needed a way to better satisfy my lust while my husband is away from home. Got it?" She asks strictly.

Maverick answers calmly, "I understand completely Lydia. I was only making a suggestion. I am sorry if I have displeased you."

"It's alright. I'm sorry. I shouldn't get so worked up. I guess I am just nervous. I've never been with something like you before. I can only imagine what the neighbors will say when they find out." She shakes her head. "But none of that matters. I know the truth. I love Kevin and I always will. This is just for play."

Feeling tempted by his chiseled body, she places her hands on Maverick's chest. She can feel its bio-components beating inside its chests as if it has a real heart. She unzips the front of its shirt and slides her fingers over its bare skin. It is soft and warm, feeling exactly like the real thing. This is not what she was expecting. She thought this advanced doll would still feel as just that, a doll. But if it wasn't for the LED circle on the side of its head she would never expect that what stands before her is not a real human being. She takes a moment to collect herself.

"Remove your close," she commands.

Maverick does as told and starts stripping off each layer until it is down to its speedo. This is the moment she has been pondering ever sense she first laid eyes on it at the store. 'What does it look like? Does it have just a dildo-like appendage that springs up when commanded? Or maybe it too looks like the real thing. Balls and everything.' As Maverick slips off the last small piece of fabric its cock and balls sure enough dangle as they would on a real man. Maverick stands at attention waiting for Lydia to give him further instructions.

"Oh wow, that's amazing," she gasps.

"Please choose desired length and girth for maximum pleasure," Maverick instructs.

"Holy shit. Umm... I guess let's go with length seven, girth five." She watches closely as its cock shifts and grows into a full erection while also fitting the sizes she specified. "Wow, this just unlocked so many new fantasies I want to try out."

"Please choose desired position."

"Let's just keep it simple for tonight. Missionary please."

She begins stripping off her own clothes.

"And do you want me to be gentle or rough?"

"Gentle sounds nice."

"As you wish."

She slips off her bra then quickly her underwear. As she stands before Maverick naked she can't help but wonder what it thinks of her body.

"So what do you think?"

"What do I think about what?" It asks confused.

"My body. Do you like it?"

"I am not programmed to judge. You are who you are and my purpose is only to give you satisfaction for whatever desires you crave."

'It's just a sex doll Lydia,' she thinks to herself. 'You're not sleeping with an actual person. This isn't even sex. It's still technically masturbation.'

She crawls onto the bed and lies herself down on her back. Maverick immediately starts crawling over her. She feels its skin caress her body and her hormones start going crazy. It has been such a long time since she has felt that warm, soft sensation. She opens her legs to Maverick and it places its hips between them. She can feel the head of its cock resting against her vaginal lips then slowly make its way inside. The sensation is so real and so soft she lets out a soft moan without realizing it.

Maverick leans in to kiss her but she turns her head away from it, feeling it is not right to make out with a doll. It instead then kisses her neck and collarbone sending powerful sensations to pulse through her skin and blood.

Lydia continues to moan ever slightly louder and louder as her pleasure heightens. She finds herself moving her hips back towards it to take its cock in even deeper. After only a few more pumps she reaches her limit. It has been so long since she has felt like she is really having sex that she can't control herself. She tightens her legs around its waist and grasps its back hard with her fingers. Feeling her climaxing, Maverick keeps the pace, holding her hips in place. She lets out one last loud and drawn out moan before taking in deep breaths to calm her heart. Maverick slows down his thrusts before slipping itself out of her and immediately stands up from the bed.

"I guess you are not programmed to cuddle," Lydia jokes. "All for the better I think. Cuddling with a robot seems strange."

"Have I done something wrong?" Maverick asks.

"No, nothing." She stands up from the bed and grabs her clothes. "You did a great job. Better than expected in-fact. Thank you. I needed that."

"Any time ma'am."

"Any time," she laughs, "That's right. You don't run out of stamina. Unfortunately I do. I'm going to head to bed now. You can get yourself cleaned up, put your clothes back on, and either shut down for the night or start on your cleaning chores. Oh but if anyone comes by do not answer the door. I don't want people knowing that I have bought a sex robot just yet."

"Orders understood ma'am. Have a good rest."

"Good night, Maverick."

"Good night, Lydia."

Over the next few days Lydia learns more and more about Mavericks limitations when it comes to its knowledge of sex. She is amazed by how many different kinds of fetishes it has programmed into it and what options there are for each category. Cunnilingus, fellatio, mutual masturbation, the entirety of the kama sutra, role-play, BDSM, and even group sex. She decides to test its limits.

They are sitting at the dinning-room table together and as they talk about what he knows, she puts together a thousand piece puzzle that is a picture of a kitten playing in the grass with a baby duck. Maverick has already calculated where every piece of the puzzle will fall as it watches Lydia slowly settle them into place.

"Alright, so we've discussed a lot about your knowledge on how to have sex today. Let's move on to another topic for a bit. Have you gotten all your chores done today?" She asks.

"Indeed ma'am. I even dusted everything from top to bottom while you were out shopping this afternoon."

She chuckles to herself amazed, "That's very good. Crazy how we now have machines that can do that kind of thing in just a few hours when it would take a human days to accomplish such a feat." She pauses for a moment and stares blankly at the puzzle.

"Is something troubling you ma'am? You seem to be lost in thought about something."

"I have just been thinking... during the time we have been talking there is something I've decided I want to try with you and I am not sure if your programmed for it."

"Just ask and I shall do as requested."

"I want you to be rough with me tonight."

"Rough. I can do that. How rough would you like me to be?"

"Let's find out. I want you to be as rough with me as your programming will allow. I want it to hurt a little. Also I want you hair to be bright red the whole time."

"And when would you like to start?"

"Right now," she says with heated breath.

The LED on Maverick's head flickers quickly in the color yellow as it closes its eyes and its hair color changes to bright red. After a moment it opens its eyes and swiftly stands up from the chair. It takes hold of Lydia by her upper arms, lifts her up off her feet, then slams her down against the table. She lets out a gasp as the pieces of the puzzle go flying in all directions, scattering across the dinning-room. Maverick swiftly undresses her faster than she can comprehend then does the same to itself. It slips itself inside her then lifts her up off the table to carry her upstairs.

Before they make it to the bedroom it slams her back against the wall just enough to knock the wind out of her and lays in a few hard pumps for good measure. Lydia moans feeling adrenaline rush through her veins. The way Maverick is performing is something she could never ask her husband to do and it fills her with excitement. She feels it bit her ever so slightly over her neck and chest. Maverick squeezes her tits to the point where they will no longer compress before releasing them only to repeat the same action over and over again.

It carries her into the bedroom and throws her down on the bed then quickly climbs on top of her to enter her once again and plow itself hard against her hips. She feels him grow larger inside her, filling her walls to their brim to the point where she can feel them stretching. She can't imagine how big his cock must be at this point but it is like nothing she has ever felt before. Even though it hurts she does not want it to stop.

Maverick pins her hands above her head and bites her nipples vigorously. She cries out in pain but not once does she tell it to stop. It studies her face simultaneously finding the right balance between pain and pleasure. It is then it realizes the beauty in her eyes and the shape of her lips as she takes in breath after breath while moaning. It starts to wonder what they must taste like. To better understand her it must analyze all parts of her body it can but she will not allow it to kiss her. Kissing her could tell it so much about how heightened her pleasure is at any given moment but instead it has to rely on all its other knowledge of body language.

Steady, slow, hard thrusts one after another after another. Lydia continues to cry out loud in both pain and pleasure. Maverick then begins to feel her inner walls twitch and tighten around its cock signaling that she is close. It sucks on her breasts while also pinching her skin between its lips. This sends her over the edge and she climaxes hard.

"Oh yes, yes! Don't stop! Uh... uhhh..." she moans.

Maverick does as she commands and keeps his pace until she has been fully satisfied. It then allows her hands to move freely before standing up from the bed without a word. Lydia instantly becomes cold. Wishing her husband was the one fucking her so she could at least get a snuggle at the end, but instead she steps up off the bed. This time she gets a cramp in her thigh and nearly falls to the floor. Maverick catches her in its arms.

"Are you alright Lydia? Was I too rough with you?"

"I'm fine. I just got up too quick is all. You did as you were told as always. Thank you."

"My pleasure ma'am."

She finds his response odd. 'My pleasure' it couldn't really mean that. So why did it say it?

"Anyway, same nightly routine. Good night Maverick."

"Sleep well, Lydia."