Sex Fortress 2 - One Shot series (OFFICIAL WATTPAD EDITION)

F**k the Engineer

(Originally published to Archive of Our Own on the 22nd of February 2016)

It was a rude awakening but somehow it was pleasant. The sound of an acoustic guitar echoed through your room, gently caressing your senses and relaxing you. You sat up in your hastily placed bed and sighed. The mercs had nowhere to out you so they slapped a mattress into a supply closest and told you that this is where you'd be sleeping from now on. It was somewhat comforting knowing that there was a grenade not five inches from your face at night.

You slowly peeled yourself from the sheets and followed the sweet tune. You knew exactly you was playing that alluring music; Engie.

It was a chance meeting all those months ago. He'd secured the intelligence and figured he'd help out the team. He found you tied up in BLU's fort. He gave you a pleasant smile, tipped his hard hat and untied you. He didn't even mind when you slapped him; he could have very easily been that Spy. With a gentle grasp of your hand, Engie dashed out of the enemy fort with their intelligence in his other hand. It would have more than made up for the team's own missing intelligence.

The Engineer's hands were so rough but his grip was so delicate. He had the hands of a working man, alright.

Much like his hands, he was rough on the outside but somehow warm and welcoming in his demeanour. When he was sweet, he was sweeter than pie. And when he got upset his voice had a dark, rich sound to it. You likened it to chocolate and you secretly wanted to lick it allllllllll up.

You approached Engie's bedroom door. You took a deep breath and knocked three times.

"Come in!"

You opened the door and saw him packing away his guitar. It was kind of strange to see him without his usual hard hat and goggles on. You'd always figured his eyes were a shade of brown but they looked somewhat blue. Engie wore a red shirt and white boxers; they must have been more comfortable for him.

"Hey there, Missy!" Engie smiled brightly. "What're you doin' up so late?"

You grinned at him. "Some idiot decided it'd be a wonderful idea to play the guitar at...Three in the morning."

His jaw dropped and his head lowered. "I-I'm so sorry about that. I didn't realise!"

You shook your head at him and sat down on the metallic chair he dared call a bed. "Well, I'm up now." You sighed. "No use getting back to bed now."

"Are you sure?" Engie reaching out to your arm, he stopped just short. "I'm sorry, I really am."

You smiled. "I'm not upset...It was actually...pretty nice."

"Really?" His face lit up. "You mean it?"

You nodded softly and looked around his room. It looked more like somebody's garage than a bedroom. There were robot parts, sentry parts, bullets and sappers lying scattered over a workbench. Blue prints littered the walls. A smile crept on your face, bewilderment hovering over you.

Silently, you looked to the Engineer. He was staring down at your hands with an expression that was relieved yet sad.

"Are you okay?" You asked, softly.

He didn't reply. He carefully took your hand in his and examined it carefully. He rubbed his thumb over every bump, crevice, vein and hair regarding every detail eagerly and equally. He smiled softly and he brought your hand to his face and kissed it tenderly. He sighed, his warm breath caressing your skin, and let go.

He smiled weakly at you. "You...You have..." He sighed and held his head in his hands. "I'm sorry, I'm makin' a fool of myself."

You reached an arm out to him. "Engie? What's wrong?"

The Engineer shook his head and lay down on his bed. He looked to you with saddened eyes. "You really don't know?"

"I would know if you told me." You retorted. "Engie...Whatever you have to say...I'll listen."

He sighed and pointed to a blueprint behind you. "I had a plan and everything. It's all right there."

You looked to the blue sheet of paper. In white pencil there were schematics of a 'Confession'. There was a rough sketch of Engie's guitar, chords written beside it, illustrations of types of flowers you liked. At the bottom of the paper 'Let's build our future together' was hastily crossed out. You knew exactly what this was.

"What...is all of this?"

...

Kind of.

He frowned at you. "Schematics of my confession."

You grinned at him. "And what were you confessing?" You positioned yourself at his feet, your legs splayed to the sides.

Engie sat up and gently held your chin. "I love you." He said softly. "You're everything I ever wanted. I need you in my life. I want you! You're driving me insane!"

You pressed a finger to his lips, and then gently placed your lips on his. He didn't even hesitate; he grabbed a firm hold of your hips and pulled you onto his lap. Your tongues danced, the two of you singing a sweet duet of moans as you did so. Soon enough, you were both completely naked and Engie's throbbing cock was desperate to be inside you. Engie chuckled at the mere thought of you wanting to do it 'Doggy Style'.

"No, no." He hummed. "I...I wanna see your face while we make love. Is...Is that okay?"

You nodded at him as you prepared to ride him.

And ride him you did. They didn't call the position 'Cowgirl' for no reason.

It was a sweet symphony of moaning, groaning, heat beats, grunts and a shortness of breath. It was beautiful. Engie's face was full of delight as you rocked him, his hands gently grazing your skin as he massaged your hips and waist. Sweat pooled around you; the heat from your bodies and the cold, morning air around you made the atmosphere moist and misty.

There was an eruption of pleasure in your loins as you came to your climax just ten seconds after Engie came to his own. He used your body to pull himself upright to face you.

"That...Was amazing." He gasped.

You smiled. "Wasn't it just?"

"That was the worst thing I have ever witnessed. Have some respect for yourselves." A familiar voice said.

The two of you turned to face a Blu Spy who looked to you with disgust, intelligence in hand. Engie groaned and carefully reached under a pillow, retrieving a shotgun. With a frown, he shot the Spy without even blinking. He shook his head as he put the weapon away.

"Some people just have no manners." He mumbled in his dark growl.

A chill ran up your spine and you could feel yourself become wet again.

You leaned into his ear and chuckled. "I love you...Now, say that again.

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