#engineer smut

sfw: - You guys were the parents of the team before the relationship was made official - Scout even referred to you as such, so frequently that it didn't even phase you when he started casually referring to you as Engineer's spouse - It didn't help that Engie referred to you as "honey" every other chance he could, especially in front of the other mercs - "You're like an old married couple!" Pauling would snort, you'd roll your eyes and retort with some bullshit about "He's too old for me" or "He's my coworker - I don't see him that way" - You were lying straight through your teeth, and everyone knew it - Dell wasn't blind to it either, he knew you had feelings for him, and he played into it every chance he got - What started out as casual flirty comments in the workshop, knee brushes under the dining table, and sitting maybe a little too close on the common room couch turned very quickly into visiting his room late at night just to spend a couple more moments with him whilst he worked on some new turret modification, or finding reasons to hold his hand during scary movie night, or asking to sleep next to him after a particularly bad nightmare - The affection the two of you shared increased over time, and before you knew the only people who didn't know you two were in a relationship was you and Engie - It wasn't a big deal when he asked you, it was actually very casual. You were outside the base, sitting around the fire in the cool spring air after a night of drinking and laughing with the rest of your coworkers. He was strumming some notes on his guitar, humming a light tune whilst you cozied up to his side - "You're so beautiful, did y'know that?" he asked, peering down at you. You hummed in response - this was normal for the two of you. "I'm gonna have t' make you mine one of these days." he muttered, turning his attention back to the guitar in his arms - "Why not do it now?" You asked, half jokingly, half desperately wanting to elicit some sort of reaction out of him. A reaction, which would somehow confirm that the feelings eating away at your soul for the past several months were mutual - "Oh yeah? You'd wanna be with me? You'd want everyone to know?" He smiled, seemingly unbelieving that you'd respond to such a question. "Yeah, I really would." You mumbled, your body going hot - Dell paused, clearing his throat slightly "Alright, meet me in the lab tomorrow night. Clean up real nice for me." - Your first date was a success, a sensual candle-lit dinner surrounded by turrets and heapings of scrap metal. It was very him, but you can't say you didn't love it - Spending time with him is difficult - he's always receiving missions from the Administrator, leaving little time after matches where he could unwind - But in every chance he gets to see you, he spends every second making you feel loved and attended to - Plays into the "old married couple" dynamic CONSTANTLY now that you're actually together - If he could marry you out in that New Mexican desert he would, but he holds you and your eventual wedding to a much higher standard than the war-torn land you've been stationed on for the past few years

nsfw under here !

You hate intel duty. Camping out in a small room below all the action? You couldn't understand how Engie managed to do this every week, because you were at your limit. "You're more useful down here, y/n. 'Sides, I like the company." He'd say, trying to make you feel better. "For once I'd like to prove to you guys that I can be just as useful as Medic." You'd mumble in return.

The same conversations, the same Scout running down and getting blasted by the sentry gun peeking just out and into the hallway. Like clockwork, your day was coming to an end, and once again you found yourself passing out over the large white desk adorning the otherwise empty intel room. "C'mon, we've got... 'bout an hour left? Let's find somethin' to do while we wait." You glanced up, seeing Dell standing over you with a sympathetic smile and an outstretched hand. "Yeah, okay."

Out in the hallway stood a small door, leading into an even smaller closet. Engie pushed the door open, fiddling around for a the light switch. "Where is that dang thing?" You peered in, feeling around for the small switch. "Maybe it's on this wall- oh!" You tripped, falling into the closet and landing harshly onto your knees. What little illumination the hallway lights outside the room were providing was now gone, and you were surrounded by darkness.

"I'm so sorry oh god-" You started, attempting to push yourself off the older man's thighs and twisting to find the door knob in the dark. Your hands frantically palmed at the wood, searching for something to push it open with. Nothing - there was no knob on this side. "Fuck. We're stuck in here." You could hear his heavy breathing, feel his thighs against your face as you turned back to look up at him, your eyes beginning to adjust to the low level of light in the room. The room felt unbelievably warm. "You sure?" he huffed, leaning forwards to try and look for the small round knob himself. Your head fell backwards as his crotch pushed forwards, his hardening cock smushed against your cheek, you pretended not to notice. "Yup, nothin'." He sighed, leaning back against the shelving lining the small space.

You can't say you'd never thought about him in this way before. Being confined to a room with the man for 10 - 12 hours per week, seeing the way his biceps flexed while repairing his sentry, or the way he'd sit for you when you'd dress his wounds - it made great material for late night moments to yourself. You'd think about the way he treated you compared to the other mercs, how he'd always be the first to compliment you, or defend you against Scout's teasing. You wondered if he'd be the kind to talk you through it, telling you exactly how to touch yourself for him. "C'mon, let's get you up."

Dell grabbed your hips, guiding you up and towards his chest. You tried to stand, faltering slightly from the throbbing pain in your knees, and awkwardly bending your back to try and make use with what little space you had. You felt your crotch grind against his, a small squeak escaping your lips, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Y'alright darlin'?" You could hear the grin in his voice. "Yeah- fuck-" You groaned, the pain worsening with each movement. "Turn around, you can lean back against me and we can use our combined weight to bash the door down." Engie suggested, hands still grabbing at your hips, guiding you to face the door.

You obliged, feeling the relief of being able to lean back against him for stability momentarily. "You ready?" He asked, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "Yeah, on three."

"One," He spoke in a low, sensual tone. You could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Two," Your body shook slightly in anticipation. What the fuck? Were you seriously getting excited over this?

"Three." You didn't even try to put any force into shouldering the door. Instead your back arched, and your cheek smacked harshly against the thick block of wood. You felt Engie's cock press into your ass, and his shoulder hit the door next to your head with a loud thud. You gasped loudly, halfway between a moan and a whisper. "Oh! Darlin' are you alright?" Dell sat upright, tilting your face towards his, inspecting you for any damage. Instead, he saw your furrowed brows and cheeks flushed in arousal.

"Oh." He chuckled, placing his hands back onto your hips, and squeezing them playfully, eliciting another gasp from you. "Jesus, y/n, are you enjoyin' this?" another, harder squeeze, this time moving towards your inner thighs. "D-Dell-" You whined, your body tensed feeling his hands begin to move your hips against his. "D'you want this?" His voice softened, and his movements slowed, albeit unwillingly. He needed an answer from you, no, he needed you to beg for it.

"Y-yes, please Dell-" Another hard thrust cut you off, another groan escaped your lips. "Beg." You turned to look at him in disbelief, this was far from what you imagined he would be like. No more soft, caring Engie. This was rough, this was needy, this was hot. "Please-" Another, harder, squeeze. "You didn't even try with the door. You want this, don't you?" You moaned in response, nodding against the wood. "Please Dell please." Your body moved on its own, grinding against him, little moans and whimpers escaping from you. "D'you know how badly I've wanted this? Been watchin' how your pretty little fingers wrap them bandages around me very closely. Makes me wond'r how they'd look wrapped around my cock." It felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs.

"P-Please D-Dell-" That must have been the final straw for him. Not even a moment later you felt your pants slide down to your ankles, the sound of his overalls unclasping, and the metallic clang of his belt hitting the floor. "You've been so good." He soothed, running his fingers along your back and side, his other hand aiming your hips over his. He began to lift you onto his cock. It was big, much bigger than you had anticipated. You began to writhe involuntarily, your body telling you that it's too much, that you can't take it. "You can take it baby." Dell groaned, now using both hands to sink you onto his cock. You felt so full.

He didn't give you much time to adjust as he began to thrust into you, his body pressing into yours, and your body pressing harder into the door. The loud, wet, slap of his thighs against yours mixed with the dull thudding of your body against the wooden door and your pornographic moans echoed through the building. You couldn't care if the entire base heard you. "Feels so... good.. Dell- fuck-" His hand reached towards your sex, his fingers gently toying with you whilst he filled you from behind.

You could feel every inch of him slide in and out, you could feel his movement becoming more erratic, more desperate. "M'gonna cum inside you." You moaned in response, feeling your own climax approaching. In one swift motion you fell forwards, landing on the dirty maroon checkered floors of the intel room, your knees taking another harsh blow. An unimpressed Spy stood above you, holding the door open. "Come on, your shift ended an hour ago and we need you for payload tomorrow."