You would expect Young!Genji for this, but I had to do something different!! This is Sentai!Genji ~Demial
Sentai was invited to a hero version of a costume ball
Basically, it’s a hero party where everyone wears their hero costumes so their identities stay secret
You are Genji’s plus one, and you wear a sparkly, tight-fitting dress to match a sparkly masquerade mask to blend in with the costumed heroes
The party is fun with all the big personalities and charisma all packed into one room
There’s quite a bit of dancing, and it’s hilarious with all the different costumes and accessories
Genji is fond of your choice of dress
After introducing you to some of his hero friends, he stands close behind you to rest his chin in your hair
He holds your hips, and his hands wander more and more as time goes on
Thankfully, drinks are being served by servers and you don’t have to untangle yourself from Sentai to go fetch them
You have enough drinks, that when Sentai whispers in your ear, asking if you want to go somewhere, you say yes
Flushed with excitement, Sentai leads you to the bathroom
You’re an expert by now at extricating his cock from his Sentai costume, so you’re thinking it’ll be quick and easy
He guides you into a stall with a gloved hand on your back
Your dress is loose enough that he can hike it up, and you hold it there
You hold onto the top of the stall with your fingers as Genji holds your thigh up and inserts his cock into through a panty leg
You both try your best to keep it down, and you take your fingers down from the stall when someone goes into it
You have to slap one of his hands over your mouth when you’re near your end
Sentai filling you with his warm seed has you tensing up around his cock and moaning into his hand
In the afterglow, you both realize in a panic this his cum is dripping down onto his pants and your shoes and try to clean it up, badly, with that awful single-ply toilet paper public bathrooms always have
Then you return to the party with the masks hiding your red faces
Hey, what if Genji goes completely celibate after his revival/healing in Blackwatch. Like full on asexual, does not find anyone attractive, does not find himself attractive, busy af, can’t be bothered to masturbate and find a partner. He honestly thinks he’s broken.
Fast forward ten years and he still struggles to even think about himself sexually until he met you. It’s a pretty slow thing, like the slow burn to end all slow burns. You two dance around each other like a fucking merry go round until someone snaps and locks you two in a closet together.
Like the dumbass he is he goes along with it and sits in the dark next to you even though he can kick down the door no problem. Well, turns out it’s a good thing he did because you confessed you find him smoking hot. Robo ass and sharp edges and all. Genji’s taken aback – you got some fetish or something?
Ok first of all, rude. Second of all, he’s still hot as fuck and no one will convince you that he doesn’t have the best ass in all of overwatch. That bubble butt looks better than Soldier’s (who mysteriously still has a firmer ass than most guys half his age, go figure).
Now he preens a bit. Yes, he does have a magnificent ass, thank you. But he still doesn’t really believe you can find him attractive.
Is that a throw down? Is that a fucking throw down. Challenge accepted.
From then on, you go to great lengths to flirt and make sure he knows your panties are permanently soaked when he’s around, that you would honestly give your left arm just to suck him off.
Genji’s flattered and more than a little bit flustered. No one has paid him this much attention since…since the days when he would have an entourage of women happy to please him. It makes him feel warm and wriggly inside. So much so that he responds in kind to you, teasing you and riling you up.
It’s an addicting game to the both of you. At least, until you break. The first time you pinned him to the wall and gave him a making out session to remember, Genji had a hard on so fast he actually got light headed. Or was that because you were kissing the life out of him? Hm.
No matter, he likes it. Oh boy, he really likes it. He starts to rub up against you like a cat in heat, asking you seductively if he’s so attractive that you just can’t help yourself. He wants more. More more more. More kisses, more touches, more everything. Shit, it’s like he’s back to his old ways, but with a better partner and a much healthier world view.
And once again, you’re the first one to break. Once again he’s shoved back into a wall and pinned there with your chest and your lips. But this time, you growl at him to pop off his crotch guards because you’re gonna finally do what you’ve been waiting for all this time.
Genji is nearly vibrating with excitement as he obeys, panting like a racehorse as he watches you drop to your knees and bury your face into the crease of his hip and thigh. Oh fuck this is too hot. Really way too hot. He’s throbbing and leaking like mad already, looking like he’s about to burst even though you haven’t touched his cock.
That makes you laugh. Does he want your mouth that badly? Such a greedy boy. Extending your tongue out, you kick a wet line up the underside of his cock from balls to his tip, intending to take him in your mouth when Genji yelps and swears loudly.
“Oh no, please no-!” He tears up in humiliation when he cums just from your tongue alone, huge spurts of cum escaping his twitching cock and landing on your face, your hair, and your chest. It’s ten years of cum and orgasms that wrecks him and makes his thighs shake uncontrollably, that makes his knees buckle and drop him to the ground with his knees on either side of you. The ninja is dazed and light headed, the ringing in his ears taking forever to subside.
Shit. Fuck. That’s the hardest he’s cum ever.
And for you? Holy fuck that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“I’m sorry,” Genji whispers when he finally regains his senses, scrambling to put on his visor to prevent you from seeing his glowing red face. God, he’s finally what he always dreaded to be. A one pump chump. Or was it a one lick chump?
You shake your head and take his visor back off. “Don’t be sorry,” you coo at him. “That was super hot. Can you do that again?”
What?
“Do what again?” His heart is stuttering in his chest.
A predatory look crosses your face and you take hold of his wilting cock gently. “I want you to cum like that again, Genji. I want to make sure you can’t walk once I’m done with you.”
And just like that his cock flares back to life, the rush of blood from his head to his crotch leaving a tingling feeling behind. Thoroughly distracted by your hand slicking up his cock, by your other fingers cleaning his cum off your face, he can’t do much other than croak out a brain dead reply. “Fuck yes.”
Whenever you’re away on a trip, Puppy!cree sleeps in your bed because your scent eases his separation anxiety.
Did someone ask for Genji in addition to McCree?
McCree
Pup!Cree doesn’t come across as a boy who is needy and starved of affection. Not when he struts around like he owns the place and flirts back with gusto. Well, if you did think he’s not the needy sort, you’re quickly reassessing your opinion when the poor pup hangs off your legs as you pile your bags next to the door.
“Where are you going?” He pouts up at you, ears and tail drooping. “How long are you gonna be gone for?” How long as you going to leave him alone?
You laugh at his wobbling lip and pet him lovingly. “Just two days, doggy. You can last that long without me, can’t you?”
Two days? That’s…that’s nearly an eternity! “I’ll die before you get home,” he wails and hugs you tighter, trying his best to imitate a python to stop you from leaving. “That’s too long.”
While endearing, his antics are delaying your departure and you really did need to go now. With a sigh and a quick kiss, you quickly wrench him off you and pass him a pillow you keep in your car just for him. “Sorry, doggy. You’re going to have to put your big boy pants on for two days until I get back. Be good, alright Jesse?” Before he can recover from your hurried kiss, you rush out the door and lock it behind you, waving at your pet from the car window as you speed off.
Now, McCree is all alone in this big house, left staring at the door on his knees – just where you left him. Whining and pawing at the door uselessly, he leans against the wood and fights back the tension building in his chest. Okay, just two days, he can do this! You’ll be back in a heartbeat! He can be a big pup and take care of himself until you get back and-
He makes it to your bedroom to make the bed before your scent hits him right in the nose. And just like that, he crumbles again. But-but what if you don’t come back? Are you going to abandon him again? Surely not, right! He’s been a good boy for you, he hasn’t destroyed anything in the house for a month and he didn’t chew on your favourite heels. Heck, he even refrained from begging for scraps at the table! That’s what a good boy does, right? You’re not possibly going to leave a good boy behind, right?
Deep, even breaths quickly become nigh hyperventilating. McCree is starting to panic a little bit. What if you don’t come back. What if you decided to abandon him like his previous owners? What if what if what if-
It’s nonsense, he knows that. You love him more than anything else in the world, as you said countless times ever since you brought him home from the shelter. He can ride this out, he knows he can. He just needs a little bit of comfort for the moment. Just something to make him think you’re still here.
With that in mind, he sheds his clothes and crawls into your bed, rolling around in the sheets and burying his nose in your pillow to take in deep lungfuls of your comforting scent. In mere minutes his anxiety dies down bit by bit, soothing his breathing and his frantic heartbeat until he’s dozing quietly under your heavy duvet.
Yeah, you’ll be back. Just two days. Just…just two days.
Genji
What was supposed to be a day trip has turned into a three-day nightmare. Genji curls despondently into the messily made nest as he mourns your fading scent. The sheets and blankets and pillows smell more like him than it does of you now, sending him into a deep funk that he’s not sure he can climb out of on his own. All the linens that you’ve touched are hoarded onto your bed, pooling around him and making up for your absence somewhat.
But as comfortable as his nest is, it doesn’t replace your warmth and your reassuring presence. And has he mentioned that his nest doesn’t really smell like you anymore? Because it doesn’t. And it’s driving him mad.
The first few hours of making his nest were heaven save for the near-crippling separation anxiety that made him act almost embarrassingly clingy. He went about collecting every piece of soft material that even remotely smelled like you and piled it on the bed, crawling into it soon after to burrow deep within its depths. It was sort of what cat-nip would be to him if there was ever a version that could affect him, and he rolled around in its softness up until twilight when he expected you to return.
When you didn’t, he first got anxious again. Did you leave him? Did you decide not to come back?
Luckily for his sanity, you texted him saying that you’ll be delayed for a further two days and that you were really sorry. That you’ll make it up to him when you get back. He remembers nearly tearing up in relief that you haven’t abandoned him, instead replying that you’ll make it up to him indeed. Seeing your text soothes him a little, but soon he’s back to his old ways of worrying and fidgeting and letting his mind go down that forbidden rabbit hole.
The nest helps a little. Keyword: a little. He squirms in it and ruts into your panties and takes his showers with your toiletries. Anything to make him smell like you and make him think that you’re still there. Heck, he even fires up the electric blanket for some additional warmth.
Hour by hour, day by day, and by now the nest isn’t helping at all. He paces up and down the halls of your house, checking the window and the door for any sign of your arrival. You’re due back any moment now – you even texted him to say that you’re in the home stretch. Any moment now. Any. Moment.
He sits before the door, ears perked and eyes glued to the stained glass for any sign of a shadow approaching the stoop. The light dims and his pupils dilate. How long has he been sitting there? A few minutes? A few hours? He loses time while he waits with bated breath, his hands twitching every time he hears something outside the door.
It must have been only fifteen minutes, but to him, it felt like an eternity before his sharp hearing picks up your car pulling into the driveway and your distinct footsteps approaching the door. Shaking and nearly limp with relief, he can’t do much other than lean against the wall and howl with happiness the moment you open the door.
“I’m home-Genji! What are you doing on the floor, you silly pup!” You admonish him with a tired smile and drop your bag, just in time to catch him as he throws himself at your legs with slightly teary eyes.
“You’re home!” It’s almost a sob but he’ll never admit it. “Welcome home.”
Thank you! I love all you readers too; I don’t think I could be here without all you guys ;^;
Reaper and s76′s version is here! Also, I did post-OW Genji because Young!Genji would be a slut like s76 lmao. Might have gotten too carried away with Genji’s bit but I was reading the programme for a future femdom party and got too excited. The femdom olympics isn’t an original idea btw, I took inspiration from said programme and from what I’ve seen in previous femdom parties.
Hanzo
Hanzo is a very private person and as a result, he doesn’t like going to parties much. What you and he do is just between you and him. He does, however, follow you to parties so you can mingle and hang out with your friends. At parties where subs would be stripped down to their skin, Hanzo would be there in a plain fundoshi or a jockstrap. He feels that his cock is yours and you wouldn’t want your junk displayed, so he keeps that in his pants and doesn’t let anyone other than you touch it. In the meantime, he spends his time kneeling by your side with textbook perfect posture, setting an example for all other subs to see. He likes showing off like this; likes showing that you’ve trained him so well and that he deserves to be by your side. When he’s not kneeling by your side or serving as your footstool, he’s off making tea or fetching drinks and little plates of food. He might ask if you’d like anything but if you tell him to surprise you, he knows exactly what you like and presents you the perfect plate. Artful arrangement and all.
Sometimes, if he’s in the mood for it, you take him for a spin. By a spin, you mean putting on a show. While not comfortable with sexual acts, Hanzo is very much up for anything else. He is, to the delight of all rope enthusiasts, the perfect rope bunny. He’s thick, broad, perfectly proportioned with the right amount of muscle to make both men and women drool. Before you begin, Hanzo will take the initiative to set out everything you possibly need, even going so far as to set up the suspension hook in case you’re in the mood for that. Red rope contrasts beautifully with his skin tone and his tattoo, and once you’re done dolling him all up, no one can deny his beauty. The harness winds around his thick torso and meaty pecs, hefting them and enhancing them until they almost look like boobs. You might even tie a couple of ropes down between his legs to showcase the deep vee of his Adonis belt and the growing erection that tents his chosen underwear. Hanzo gets so embarrassed when you lovingly caress his cock and particularly when you adjust the rope so a knot presses against the bud of his asshole. And when you do string him up, splaying him wide with one leg suspended and the other tip-toeing on the floor desperately for some purchase, Hanzo blushes deeply and slowly descends into subspace, staring deep into your eyes and forgetting the crowd that gathers around him as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
As with most Japanese men, Hanzo doesn’t have much body hair, and what body hair he has is all on his legs. That’s a good thing for you because, when combined with wax play, means that he doesn’t have to do much preparation before parties other than shaving his pubes. This is the one time he’s okay with public nudity, mostly because he knows you’ll cover his cock and balls with wax anyway. He’ll lay out all your candles according to their hues, stupidly organised man that he is, and put down a couple of towels on the massage table and the floor to minimise the mess you’ll make. Then he’ll lie on the table after stripping on your order, arranging himself as you like. He might have his hands stretched over his head, or have his limbs bound to the legs of the table. And then? Then you can go to town on him. Pour it on his nipples and he moans quietly, biting on his lip to keep his noise to a minimum. Pour it on the base of his cock or on his pelvis and he’ll writhe like a madman. He’ll never get more than half-hard like this, but it’s such a performance that everyone is drawn to his reactions and his sounds more than his cock.
At the end of it, Hanzo doesn’t need much aftercare in the traditional sense. He just needs some help removing the wax and then a quick rub down in the washroom – you can scrub him back at home where he feels more comfortable. Then he’ll just spend the rest of the night in your lap, fetching you both drinks and food and just enjoying hearing you talk as he dozes. It’s the only time he lets his guard down, mostly because he feels so safe around you and knows that no one will take advantage of him like this. Of course, he offers to drive on the way back and will even carry you to the car if your feet ache from your heels.
Genji
Of all the parties that you go to, the FemDom centric ones are his favourite. Why? Because all the activities are so fucking creative, that’s why. It’s probably the most fun he’s had since his youth. The first half of those parties are the easy part; like the calm before the storm. Because he’s pretty much 75% cyborg at this point, he doesn’t bother to strip to his skivvies. Oh no, he goes one step further. Cosplay. He’ll dress up as your favourite anime (or otherwise) character, or he might go as a cat-boy, and serve you like that. You love his creativity and he loves being praised, and so every time he comes to the table to serve food or drinks and gets a little kiss to the chin, he melts and has to take a second to compose himself before he kneels down and sits to wait for your next order.
And then comes the fun part. What he likes to call the FemDom Olympics. There isn’t much that he can strip from his armour, but he takes off what he can so he’s on equal footing with the rest of the subs. Contests of pain are common at these parties, which means a ton of flogging and a ton of ball kicking. Right up his alley. He lines up with the rest of the subs along one wall, facing it with his hands propping him up. He might have his head down or he might be staring at the wall, but either way, when he hears the whistle, he closes his eyes and grins as you let your arm fly. Stroke after stroke after stroke he takes it, lasting long after his skin turns bright red and most others have tapped out. He would do it until he turns black and blue, but luckily his pain tolerance (and masochism) is legendary and he never has to. As the other subs and dommes glare balefully at him, he’ll soak up your praise and kisses and gratefully kneel beside you as you receive the prize for winning – a beautiful, cruel looking dragon tail that he can’t wait for you to test it out on him at home.
One time, there was an event that was affectionately called the ‘25m dash’. A fairly innocent name, if not for the fact that there would be no running involved. Instead, it’s a matter of who can ride a 10-inch dildo the longest. Oh yes, Genji has been training for this day. His ass was ready. It was a spectacle to behold, what with a room full of submissives with their dommes standing over them, counters in hand. He remembers looking up at you, eyes already hazed in arousal from you stretching his ass with three fingers and massaging his prostate. Luckily you had the foresight of putting a cock ring on him, otherwise, he would have cum embarrassingly fast. Also equally luckily, there was no disqualification for orgasming so he could ride as long as he wanted as long as he didn’t stop for more than thirty seconds. Ah, the memory still gets him going some days – the memory of putting his hands on the ground behind him for balance as he bounced his ass up and down that dildo for what seemed like an eternity. It was his favourite dildo, to boot, curved and studded in all the right places and it prodded his prostate on every downstroke. Oh, he came at least once if he remembers it right, but it didn’t stop him from completing those hundred strokes the fastest. In celebration, he came with a cry, cum spattering your legs and even the participant across him, his orgasm was that powerful.
Unlike the other guys, Genji’s still raring to go by the time you’re ready to go home. If you’re tired, he’ll happily carry everything for you and even cradle you in his arms into the car. He didn’t have to do any of the work at the party, so with your permission, he’ll take care of you. If you aren’t, he makes sure to hurry you along and pester you until you pin him to the bed and fuck him senseless. He’s cum a bunch of times already, but there’s just something about the energy of the party that makes him super horny and pumped up. At home, under you, over you, he’ll fuck you for as long as you want and cum in you as many times as you desire. Heck, he’ll only stop when you tell him that you’re tired and oversensitive and ready to go to bed. Even then, Genji will clean everything and snuggle you in the shower, even help dry your hair and then join you in bed.
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