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Gibraltar was always peaceful in the dreary dusks of the late year. It was a quiet, brisk evening at the watchpoint tower; the lights above the halls were whirring and curdling the silence into a pleasant hum, your heels tapping the floor as you trod, peering out the window at the honey gold sun washing out the horizon over the vast Mediterranean. It was glorious, and it caught your eye nearly every time you came to work.
You suddenly turned back around, and someone startled you as he bumped into you, and in your clumsiness you dropped a binder full of reports you were holding.
“Ah!! Sorry about that…” You murmur, face to face with Genji, who happened to be scheduled to the watchpoint as well.
“You startled me, you know…” You scold as you lean over to pick up a few of the papers that fell out.
“I’m a ninja. I can’t help being discreet.” He teases, leaning down to offer you a hand. You smirk, and grab his auspicious hand. It’s chilling to the touch. You wonder if he can feel your flesh.
“It is beautiful. The pinkish twilight closing around the blinding sun reminds me of my infancy.” He remarks, standing beside you as you both ogle the collapsing sun.
“How poetic…” you whisper, lips curling up in a coy smile.
He laughs. It’s quiet, dry, timid, and you like it a lot.
You move your hand slightly until your index finger touches his. Again you slowly move your hand until you’re grasping his, feeling every inch of its smooth metallic texture.
You lean into him. “Can you feel that?” you whisper.
“Yes.” He whispers back. You gaze slightly up at him. He’s tall, but not incredibly so. You find it endearing. His hand still in yours, you press it to your burning cheek.
“Can you feel that?”
“Yeah…”
You press it to your quickening heartbeat.
“[Y/n]…”
You snap out of it quickly.
“A-ah! So sorry…” You mope, pushing a strand of hair behind your right ear.
He reaches up to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Your lips purse, opening very slightly in excitement. “Would you like to help me with something?” He murmurs. His fingers are very warm against your skin. You wonder if it’s convection, or if he’s… actually that hot.
“Anything…” you reply in earnest.
He leads you down the hallway, turning until he gets to a secluded laboratory area. He opens the door, and the two of you are quickly inside.
The moment it shuts, he’s all over you. He can barely keep his hands from moving up and down your body as you kiss at the hot metal of his faceless helmet. Spit slicks it as he makes room for the two of you on a long laboratory table, pushing you onto it as he reveals his face from the sheath of the helmet. You grapple into his face quickly, running your tongue up and down the confines of his mouth’s endless cavern, his always-too-busy hands feeling up your front, grasping at your clothed breasts beneath your coat and blouse.
You withdraw yourself from his toxic kiss to breathe, spit stringing from his mouth and helmet.
“So messy…” he coos, teasingly. You pout.
“Were you… were you going to show me something here…?” You heave, pausing frequently to catch your breath. His rhythm of making out is tense and relentless. It’s almost too much for you.
“I was… I’m warmed up.” He says, and you are bewildered. You suspected this situation would evolve into sex, and you had always wondered what his situation was… in the downstairs department. You wonder if that’s what he wanted to show you.
“I discovered this on my circuitry recently…” he says, and his ligaments hiss as his dull and empty crotch area manifests a metallic member which matches the rest of his body. It’s silver with a neon green tip, green veins, and it looks like a cross between a silicone dildo and a gun barrel. Regardless, your mouth waters and you twitch in anticipation.
“I get to break this in for you? I’m so lucky…” You tease, and he grunts, moving towards you and lowering his helmet over his face.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you, you know… about using this on you… it’s the bulk of my thoughts these days…”
You love the way the removal of his mask has unrestrained his human voice, his saccharine accent weaved into his words as he waxes poetic. You smile bashfully at his tenderness.
You take the cybernetic cock into your mouth, and Genji nearly short-circuits. He moans loudly and passionately instantly, as if he’s about to come, and you take it out. It’s very arousing, but slightly concerning.
“Should I stop?”
He shakes his head.
“No… I need to get my pleasure sensors calibrated,” He growls, and you take him into your mouth again.
His robo-dick pulsates as you engulf his length, in and out. You take this to mean that he’s extremely sensitive, and he’s trying his hardest not to just cum ropes and ropes into your throat within the first 3 seconds of you blowing him, because you’ve concluded that that scenario would be the hottest reality.
You take in as much of his dick as you can, very glad that Genji’s not trying to fuck your throat senseless. His lewd noises are ambrosial to your ears; there’s nothing hotter than a man (android?) who isn’t afraid to whine and moan about the mind-blowing (motherboard-blowing?) head he’s receiving. It’s girlish and he can’t seem to control himself. After a particularly loud and almost high-pitched moan, you giggle around his cock, sending vibrations up through his body, making him tense up and his hips buck uncontrollably.
“ Yabai… !”
The dick is nice to give head to as well; it’s very rewarding, with textures that inspire you to rub your tongue over them. Genji loves this, and he’s very nearly at his outer limit. As he’s nearly about to cum, you pop open your shirt and bra, exposing your bare chest, the sight of which pushes him completely over the edge.
He cums hard into your throat, almost stifling his loudest moans but they still shine through. You’d never felt it before, but you nearly came yourself just from sucking dick. It was surreal, and you look up at him, a string of cum connecting your lips to the green tip of his cock, which he holds in one hand, cradling your face in the other.
“That was incredible… I need it again…”
So hedonistic he is, so indulgent.
You stand up and grab his metal hands, bringing them up to your chest just like when you wanted him to feel your heartbeat, but this time it’s to grope your tits. He feels them intently, thumbing at your pebbled nipples and caressing the gentle dips and curves of your chest and waist.
You gaze at him longingly, fervently. You don’t need to say how badly you want him— he knows.
He toys with himself briefly before wrapping a hand around his own cock and jerking himself off a few times until he’s hard as a rock again, still oozing robot cum and coated in the slickness of your mouth.
“There’s an attachment I’d like to try on you.”
“Oh?” You gasp, intrigued.
He sits down on the lab table behind you, and he guides your body on top of him until you’re in a position to ride him with your back against his chilled chest. You recoil at the sensation. Out from his dick rises a little knob, resembling a rabbit vibrator. Just as you thought, it suddenly turns on and starts vibrating.
You mentally thank whichever twisted scientist in your absurdly vast knowledge of crazy scientists gave him this heavenly apparatus.
“Are you ready? Let’s see if you can handle this one.”
You scoff at his sudden training-style language, as if this were a competition. You pull down your linen pants swiftly, kicking off your dress shoes and discarding them in a pile with your shirt.
With his help you lower yourself onto his dick, leaning back against his ice cold chestplate. He places the small knob right against your clit, and immediately you nearly spasm from the sudden pleasure against your most sensitive zone. You cry in pleasure.
“I’m fine, I’m fine… keep going…” You moan, and his busy hands reach around to feel up your front as you slide yourself slickly up and down his hot length, the vibration slowing you down. You consider the ironic parallels of this experience— the extreme sensitivity of your delicate area is just like that of his brand new robo-cock. Perhaps the gap between humans, cyborgs, and Omnics is not as deep and bottomless as one might expect.
His hands are all over you again, on your thighs, your stomach, your chest spackled with gooseflesh, thin hairs standing erect from the chill of his chassis against your back. He hums, and his chestplate seems to pulsate and gleam hot against you.
You arch your back and turn your face towards his, reaching with your clawed hands to finger through his emerald hair. His thick furrowed brow and eyes lock with yours in determination as his attachment abuses your clit, and your mouth opens uncontrollably as sensual whispers of Genji… Genji leak from your lips.
“My name sounds so good on your lips, koibito… ”
You interlock with his hungry lips in a ravenous kiss and grind down onto his length. He twitches in stimulation, and you slowly glide away from his mouth, tongue running over the faded scars streaking his reddened cheeks, his chin.
“Ahh…” He groans, and the vibrations heighten in intensity. You speculate that the vibrator is connected to his own arousal— as he reaches his peak, it grows stronger and stronger. You wonder if this is testing if it’s possible to climax simultaneously, but your thoughts are made brief by his intense grip on your bicep, and you attempt to grip onto his slick metal and the vibrations intensify, and they begin to cycle and become much more erratic, like the various modes on a vibrator.
His name streams from within your throat, and you clench around him in a lustful fury as you come undone atop him, finally beginning to ride him again in hopes of bringing him to completion. The electricity in your lower stomach stirs like a storm and crackles like lightning as your eyes nearly roll back in your head during your divine peak.
You’re nearly spent, almost limp but twitching from the vibrator’s overstimulation when Genji bottoms out, nesting himself within you hard as you feel his cock erupt within you. He pulls it out, trailing sticky seed from your woozy cunt in a thin rope.
You sigh in exhaustion, laying back against him, now laid back against the table, his hand resting around your waist at your hip as your core’s throbbing eventually peters out. You get off of him, kissing first his face and then his chest chastely before grabbing some paper towels from another lab towel to clean yourself and him up.
Out of your peripheral vision you notice marks on your body from where he’d been holding you especially tightly. As you hand him a paper towel, he takes it and makes use of it swiftly, leaning into you and touching the marks he’d left. He hums in satisfaction. You press your hand into the now moist hair at the back of his head, beaming down at him.
“I think you could give me more next time,”
Genji laughs in his throat. He’s excited that you’ve implied that you’d like to do this again.
“Next time we’ll try a different attachment. Your choice…” he purrs. You’ll have to take him up on that.
As you redress, he watches you as if right as you’re putting on each article— fastening your bra, buttoning up your top, retying the waistband of your pants, slipping your feet into your shoes. You flash him a soulful grin once you’re done.
“Why don’t you stay in my room tonight?”