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“Hah...Hah… O-oooooh~”
Hana Song’s voice echoed through her dark quarters, along with her creaky bed and the sound of active servos. Her weekly stream was now over and left only the piercing glow of three monitors behind. A trio of screens to highlight her room at the Watchpoint and the writhing duo as they grappled and squirmed together again and again. Squeaky gasps and pants mixed with guttural grunts and muted moans. Pale skin glistened with sweat as it rubbed and chafed against cold metal plate.
“Oh god, Genji~” she moaned as her legs wrapped around his cool metal body above her. Her petite body pressed against his armored chest, rubbing her sensitive nipples over the plating as he thrust into her bare pussy and pushed her down into the bedsheets. She pulled him close and struggled to wrap her legs around his back as he rolled and crashed against her sopping wet loins. “Oh, that’s it - right there!”
A sizable difference between their ages didn’t hide their mutual passion or the obvious connection that could come from sharing a battlefield both in and out of the game screen. But those were only the foundations of what drew them together - constant fighting had worn on them, pushing them towards a fellow shoulder to lay on. Eventually, shoulders shifted to embraces, and finally, they joined at the hips in a clandestine relationship, hidden from scrying eyes or electric ears.
Genji groaned as he felt the pleasure from her pussy clamped around his mercifully intact cock. He’d made some jokes about it to his doctor, but Ms. Zwelgier didn’t really appreciate that kind of humor. D.va didn’t seem to like it either. But luckily, Hana did. She liked those jokes behind closed doors -usually wrapped in moments such as these.
But there was no mirth tonight - Hana and Genji had been separated for too long thanks to their respective missions. His own return was late, and he hadn’t even been debriefed yet. Just their luck that he was passing by on the way to his quarters when she walked out of the showers and blinked at his presence.
That was the past - five, twenty, perhaps even sixty minutes ago. Right now the two were too embroiled in their passions to keep track. Too preoccupied as they rolled and ground together, nubile flesh against smooth steel. Her hands caressed his body and set off the proximity sensors alongside the organic erogenous stimulation from his human cock.
“G-Go faster, Genji,” Hana panted, face awash with sweat. His visor tipped down and locked with her drooping eyes. A glowing green that filled her vision as she fought back the urges of release and exhaustion. The pilot licked her dry lips before croaking out, “F-Faster - Ha-haaaaaa-rder!”
He paused, but only for a fleeting moment. Instead, he reached down and wrapped around her shoulders before he pushed up. Hana yelped in delight as her boyfriend shifted back until he was on his knees as she still bounced on in his lap. “O-Oh! T-That’s even be-eeeeeeeee!~” she shrieked.
Her legs accidentally came undone and rattled at her sides, but his arms kept her pinned in place against him as her hips rolled and ground down on his throbbing cock. She reached up and grabbed his shoulders. Paint nails scraped over military-grade plating. Her head tilted back as she happily panted and moaned in utter bliss. She didn’t even hear the whisper-thin shift as his mouthguards opened.
“Hana…”
But she heard him - through the passion and the squeaky bed. Like thunder that echoed down from the heavens and into her ear. She opened her eyes and lingered on his bare, scarred mouth. The pilot leaned in and pressed her lips against his. He flinched at her touch, feeling only the barest of her warm mouth through the scar tissue and ruined nerves. But he tasted it - he tasted her .
Hana kept it simple, almost chaste, if only for his sake. A special privilege reserved for just her, to see his mouth behind the metal skin that kept his broken body intact. Trial and error had eventually keyed her into his limitations of his physical state, and where best to push in or back off. It was a long process, and one that didn’t always end happily...but it was a growth that was needed for her to enjoy kissing Genji.
And enjoy it she did.
He tried to banish the many little alerts and readouts from his body and focus on the simple pleasure of his girlfriend. His caresses were gentle, going down her arms or up her sides as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He saw every twitch, every quiver of her body - watched every goosebump rise up as her skin rubbed against his artificial form. The whole time, his cock thrusted into her sopping wet pussy, feeling the delight of her velvet walls as she massaged and squeezed his bare flesh.
His only undamaged flesh.
Genji winced as he felt his balls tighten. The pressure made him pull back as he warned her of the coming danger. “Hana, I’ m so close ,” he grunted as his visor clamped down tight around his lips.
Hana’s head bounced, eyes still crossed from sheer bliss. His urgent warning snapped her out of it though. She blinked, resetting her lopsided vision before realizing what he said. “M-Me too-oooooh~”
The pilot’s legs flopped as she pulled her thighs together and wrapped her calves around his back. The two sped up - her as fast as she could go, while he still restrained himself lest he hurt her by mistake. But in the end, it was her slamming down on his crotch that proved the final straw, followed by a scream that tore through her dark quarters.
“Oh god, GENJIIII!!”
“HANA!”
Cum - actual seed. Another godsend, and one that maybe could one day bless them with a family. Neither one was ready for such a thing yet, and instead, Hana simply arched back in his arms and groaned as her womb was filled with rich, potent seed. Her limbs tightened around him, and kept her in place as he pumped a concerning backlog of stress and desire into her tight little body.
Hana’s eyes rolled back as her body simply shut down. Her senses burned out one by one until she was left in a pure, orgasmic void. Silent screams passed her exhausted throat as her spasms gradually slowed to mere shakes and fits.
Pomf
Genji fell back, taking her with him as they landed near the foot of the bed. Her cheek smacked against his neck, but she was still too dazed to react. He tiredly reached up and gently stroked her back. The cyborg’s lips pursed as he softly, gently called to her. “Hana?”
No response - she was still addled by her orgasmic high. Ooly gasps and squeaks filled the room while she mumbled and babbled in Korean beneath her breath. He wryly chuckled at his girlfriend’s state before he simply sat back with her in his lap and waited for her to recover.
He waited a while.
He watched seconds pass to minutes, then minutes into hours - still poised on her bed. Her fits had long since receded as she snoozed peacefully in his cold embrace. He gently tucked her hairs back as she squirmed in her slumber. It was well past two in the morning when he felt her shift in his arms and tried calling to her again. “ Hana…”
She finally stirred. The pilot let out a deep yawn as she tiredly responded. “Hmm?”
“When will you let me in?”
Hana flinched right out of her slumber stupor at his weary, almost hurt tone. She looked down at her own sweaty body, unable to trust herself to look straight at him. There were many trials to overcome with their relationship - some that had been like their age or physical distinctions. But no matter how much she’d relish the chance to jump his cybernetically enhanced bones, there were some hurdles that mind-blowing, wild sex couldn’t leap over.
Genji felt her hand on his - not her warmth, but simply her proximity. He waited for her to respond, yearning to see her open her heart. So when she turned with her usual smirk, it wasn’t quite as appealing...more so bittersweet.
D.va leaned back, eyes a flutter as she mewled to him. “Tell you what -” she whispered the rest at the side of his head.
Genji’s audio sensors still picked up what she was said - what she promised if he did a little favor for her. A little favor that involved some breaking and entering and potential public indecency at that, with a dash of dress-up tossed in for both of them.
“Really, that one ?” he sighed and already winced at how ridiculous he’d look with such garish colors and striping.
His mischievous girlfriend winked. “I’ll wear the glasses~”.
‘...Well, may as well brush up on my Sentai.’