I went back and finished a drawing that I started a year ago and I’m honestly really happy with it. I missed drawing Zen, so I might start doing it again
Genji noticed your tendency to disappear for a couple of hours after an away mission was complete. He couldn’t fathom what you were doing. He could understand a need to for isolation, but his gut told him different.
He followed you, an easy task. The building he saw you enter surprised him. You just didn’t seem the type. Though you smiled often, you listened more than you spoke and were an obedient junior agent. He saw you walk into a strip joint and, not long after, get on stage.
It was also an easy task for him to get into the club without being noticed. He crept along the ceiling supports, his green lights dark, to get a better view of you dancing. He stopped not quite above you, perched.
Your act was opposite of your day-to-day personality, minus the lack of talking, of course. You were good. You had a myriad of moves to wow your audience, probably picked up from watching other women in the clubs around the world. He noticed you favoured showing off your flexibility, performing all the kinds of splits. And you teased quite a bit. He watched you rip off your red, heart-shaped nipple pasties and throw them at the onlookers with an alluring smile.
Genji followed you back to the Orca to make sure you were safe. He slipped ahead of you to make it look like he’d always been waiting in the dropship.
He quickly worked up the courage to appear next to you on the way to one of your performances.
“You don’t have to do this. So, why?”
You jumped half a foot off the ground at the sudden sound of his voice.
“Genji! Don’t do that!”
“Sorry,” he said, bowing slightly. “I just want to know why.”
You brushed some stray hair behind your ear.
“Overwatch needs the money. I’m good at it. I don’t mind.”
“I just…”
You tilted your head and blinked.
“Trying to save me?”
“No, I just…”
He shook his head and put his palm to the face of his visor.
“I’m not angry,” you said. “I just didn’t expect this from you. From Hanzo, maybe. Not you.”
Genji inhaled audibly through his visor to speak again. It slightly echoed. You grabbed the sides of his helm and dragged him close. Touching your nose to the metal. He knew you were close enough to see his eyes. The metal beneath the glass hid his blush, though.
“Stop,” you told him.
You let go, and he practically leapt back.
“Something wrong?” you asked.
“No, I…”
You don’t know why Genji was acting so shy. He straightened up quickly, though and pushed his shoulders back, looking more like himself.
“I’ll walk you,” he said firmly.
You turned, and he fell in step next to you.
“You’re a good guy. Better than me, maybe.”
You know some people still looked down on dancers like you. Genji replied with something surprising.
“You would not say that if you knew how many lives I’ve snuffed out.”
A heavy stone replaced your heart at that. “Oh.”
A few awkward seconds went by.
“It has helped learn the value of a life.”
You looked at him. “You value my life, Genji?”
“I do.”
The stone in your chest felt much lighter. You took his hand.
185: “Open up” & 193: “Good girl”. I hope you like it!
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You lay on the bed, covering your top half as best you could. Your knees were bent and you had your legs clamped shut in nervousness and in attempt to shield yourself from Genji’s gaze.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked once again for what seemed that hundredth time that night alone.
“Yes, I’m sure,” you cooed.
“Then do not be afraid, my love. I will treat you as you deserve to be treated. I won’t hurt you, and if it’s hurting you or you want to stop at any point, just say the word,” he said. He leaned over you and brushed your hair behind your ear, placing a kiss to your temple. The normally sweet gesture had shivers running down your body and to your core, a dull ache wanting for his touch.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He held your cheek in his hand and you gave him a small nod.
“I’m ready.”
“Open up,” he coaxed, running a hand from your knee to your thigh. You let out a barely audible moan at his sweet and almost firm demand. You spread your legs, exposing yourself to your lover. As he drank the sight of you in, you blushed and tried to hide your face behind your hands. He grabbed each wrist and held your hands out in front of you.
“I want to see your face. I don’t want to miss a thing,” he said. You nodded and draped your arms on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Good girl,” he purred against your skin as he kissed his way down your lips and to your neck. You let out a small moan, unaware how sensitive your skin had become. He toyed with your inner thighs, stroking your skin and teasing your entrance slightly.
You felt the heat and excitement course through your body and you shivered in anticipation for him to fill you and fuck you until you were a mess.
“Genji, please,” you said with a breathy moan.
“Please? Please what?” he teased.
“Please stop teasing me,” you pouted, leaning up to give him your best puppy eyes.
“As you wish, my love,” he said. He took his length in his hand and teased your entrance, pushing the tip in only slightly. You let out another soft moan and dropped your head to the pillow.
At his deliciously torturous pace, you were in for a long night.
A continuation of this. I’m gonna finish it sometime in the future.
Genji rested his open hand on your stomach. Your skin had long since heated the small parts that made his hand. He was also heated from within. His rut burned hot at his core. A finger on his other hand explored inside you, swirling and stretching at your entrance.
“You’re a good kitty; a good boy.”
Hanzo growled and nipped at your earlobe.
“Both of you,” you amended.
You relaxed your legs open further for Genji and pulled Hanzo closer. He bit harder on the downy-soft flesh of your ear. Genji bit his lip at the sight of your delicious pussy and his cock begging to be inside it. His tail curled impatiently at his side. Hanzo’s hand explored down your naked side and up over your stomach.
“My pretty boys,” you said, pausing to kiss Hanzo on the forehead. “My strong boys.”
The blown look in Hanzo’s dark eyes almost had you rolling over and shoving his cock in your cunt. But Genji was going first. He came to the room first.
“Your fingers feel great, Genji,” you sighed, as he added a second.
Your slick walls relaxed around his pumping fingers, desiring something thicker. Hanzo engulfed as much of one of your breasts in his large hand to squeeze. Genji flicked his thumb at your clit tentatively.
“That’s good, Baby.”
Your praise encouraged Genji to press his thumb on your clit instead of flick. You let Genji work up to bucking your hips.
“I knew you remembered how to do this. Such a skillful boy.”
A small smile joined Genji’s hazy, brown eyes. Your encouraging words brought out the confidence that having cybernetics had stripped away. He had been waiting for someone to say it was okay, to give permission. Hanzo needed less permission. You saying the word, and he was putting firm, needy hands on you. He currently pinched and flicked your nipple between his finger and thumb. He also purred, sucking at your neck.
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