Saitama had left that afternoon for sale that happening in another part of the city. This left the apartment all to you and Genos for the next few hours. And what better way to spend it than to do the stuff that Saitama had prevented you two from doing?
You were caged underneath Genos on the couch, your cheeks getting redder and redder the more he nipped at your neck. You let out a few soft moans as he grinded his hips onto yours. You could feel the smirk on his lips as he trailed his kisses back onto yours. He wasted no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth. You were a little irritated that you let your guard down so easily but forgot all about it as the wet muscle swirled and fought against yours. More whimpers of pleasure escaped you which seemed to bring delight to the cocky cyborg.
Genos glided his hands down your curves, teasing you with every touch. He traced your entire body with just the slightest movements lighting your skin on fire. You couldn't take it anymore. You took his hands and rested them over your breasts. He took this as a sign of consent and playfully cupped them making your breath hitch
You frowned in annoyance. The whole make out session you were the one mewling and begging for more. You placed your hands on his chest with determination and forced Genos onto his back. He was surprised by the action but he couldn't resist the dark seductive gaze you were giving him. He brought his hands to your ass as leaned down bit the nylon felt on his neck. You were hoping for some kind of reaction, a groan, murmur, hell even a small sigh, but the blond cyborg was mute.
After a few more attempts, you finally gave up and sat upright on his abdomen. He furrowed his eyebrows in question as you stared at him with a pout. "What the hell, Genos?"
"What? What's wrong?"
"Why are you so quiet? I'm over here practically melting into a puddle and you're as silent as the grave. Am I not doing a good job of turning you on?" You sighed distressed. "I feel so unappealing now."
Genos sat up a bit and leaned against the arm of the couch. He pushed back a few strands of hair behind your ear and looked at you sadly. "No, it's not that. You're gorgeous (y/n), and I'm blessed to have you. It's just that...." The cyborg glanced away and rubbed the back of his neck. "I....I can't feel you."
You gave him a look of worried confusion. "What do you mean?"
"My body is made of metal (y/n), I don't have any sensors that help me feel. So when I touch you, it's to please you. I've learned your preferences, your weak spots, so I use that knowledge to my advantage when we're like this. But I can't respond the same way you do to me because I don't have the stimulation of sense to activate it," Genos explained.
Your expression of worry turned into one of sad anger. "So all this time and the ones before, you couldn't feel a thing?"
"No."
You nodded slowly and got off of Genos. Your silence brought on a wave of concern through him. You started to walk away from the cyborg when he grabed your hand. "(y/n), wait."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You said, abruptly turning to look at him.
"I don't know....."
"Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? All the love and affection I put into every single kiss and touch I do for you. And now I'm hearing that you've never felt them. I know it's selfish of me to say this but I want you to sense my actions. I love you, Genos, and hearing that you can never feel it breaks my heart," You bit your trembling lip. You pulled your hand out of his grasp and left the cyborg staring after you in a daze.
~The Following Day ~
You were in the kitchen looking for something to eat when Genos walked in. He bent down and planted a kiss on your cheeks before dropping something off in the sink. You stopped for a second and exhale softly. You pushed away the wondering thoughts and continued digging through the fridge.
YOU ARE READING
Robotic Heart (Genos x Reader)
FanfictionA series of one-shots all about our favorite cyborg. Goes from a variety of smut to fluff. I do not own One Punch-Man all rights reserved to One and Yusuke Murata .
