It was overwhelming, having to process what was about to happen. To cope, you had a laser-focus on your father. His face. His expression. The slightly pursed lips and intense stare into your eyes as the officiant spoke. You don’t remember what they looked like. You said the words Genji told you to. You barely got them out in your dream-like state. Then all of a sudden you were done, and you threw the officiant a quick smile in thanks as Genji led you back out. You tightened your grip around your now-husband’s hand. A glimmer of hope and a thrill at eloping after tossing your life aside made your stomach do an excited flip. You both got back on the plane to Japan.

Genji’s first choice was originally Nepal. The peaceful village at the foot of the mountain where he lodged with Zenyatta at one point. It was home to him. The villagers wouldn’t have judged. They would have helped. But he knew in his gut that wasn’t the best place for you. There wasn’t much in the way of medical facilities, and Japan was home for you. It used to be for him, too. It felt like a lifetime ago since he lived there.

Arriving at Narita Airport, Tokyo, he felt himself fall back down into the dark place he was in while part of Blackwatch. He felt judging eyes on him as he led you through the airport. He wished people wouldn’t stand so close as you collected your baggage. He almost lost it when the customs agent gave him hassle over his Nepali passport. He even wore clothing to look less suspicious, but it didn’t help.

He was clearly Japanese, why did he have one of those? the agent had wondered.

Genji bore this to get you inside the country. Once inside, he took you to a tourist hostel because it was cheap. He checked you in as husband and wife under a fake name. With Genji’s face mostly covered, no one could easily ascertain the age difference between you.

Genji had meagre savings. He spent most of his money keeping you fed. You fussed over his health. That he was obviously stressed, and you hadn’t seen him eat. Your hormones surged, and you tried to comfort him with quick and dirty blowjobs.

“Wives take care of their husbands,” you told him, pulling his dick out in the hostel room.

It’s not that your father didn’t want you to. He was just consumed with guilt that he did this to you. Got you pregnant. And he had to take you out of Overwatch just because he couldn’t keep his urges under control. But the way you furiously rubbed your clit while sucking his cock had him cumming so quickly. Your father bit down on his lip, keeping a lid on his groan. He did feel better after you swallowed, but he excused himself to buy a pack of cigarettes to further de-stress. Smoking was an old habit that he swore he would never start again. But here he was.

Your father had told you that he went out to eat. He promised he would get some food in him. You relaxed yourself by admiring the view of Tokyo. Genji picked a good hostel. The room was small, undecorated, but it was cute. It gave the impression of no wasted space with its two sets of simple bunkbeds, small sofa, and smaller table with chair. The outward-facing wall was itself an impressive window. The streets directly below were lined with stout, angular office buildings. Orange cranes were spread all over the city. Seems a lot of construction was being done. Skyscrapers jutted out against the sky in the distance. Night fell, and they were all lit up. It was amazing.

Genji returned, but he didn’t make a noise until he spoke your nickname, unconsciously using his ninja skills.

“‘Tousan?” you said, turning around. “Did you eat?”

“Yes.”

It was the truth. Still, his eyes were sunken, darting away every so often, looking for intruders that he knew weren’t there. The corners of his lips curled downward more sharply than before.

There was something unspeakably upsetting about it. You relied on your father for so much of your life lately. Love, sex, food, shelter. Comfort. You don’t know where you’d be if he couldn’t provide those things. Genji read your face before you could hide how you felt.

He took a step toward. “We will be fine.” He offered his hand. “Come on. Do you want to walk around a bit?”

You gave him a small smile and walked with him to the elevator. You chatted on the ride down about being back in Japan. How it felt familiar for you but still sorta weird.

“Oh! Let’s get sushi!” you exclaimed, when you got to the street.

Genji chuckled.

“Let me find some work first.”

“Sure, ‘Tousan.”

Your father wrapped his hand around the far side of your head to pull you in for a kiss on your cheek, giving you that tiny, uplifting thrill. My daddy loves me.

“Don’t let anyone hear you call me that,” he whispered.

Oh, right. You were supposed to be man and wife. But you took a step away and spun around, holding your arms out. “Who? There’s no one here.”

You had him there.

You were quiet, looking around at the tiny shops lining the street. Genji took the opportunity to pull his cigarettes from his pocket and light one.

“That was one habit I never picked up,” you said.

“Good girl,” he said, exhaling smoke out the side of his mouth.

“You’ll quit for the baby?”

He nodded.

“This is just until we find our footing.”

You nodded back.

“Hey,” you said after a minute of silence.

“Hmm?”

“Do you wear that, uhhh, cover,” you gestured to your lower body, “when you wear pants? Or do you go commando or whatever?”

“I am wearing it. Why?”

The end of the cigarette lit up orange as he inhaled through it.

“Maybe you shouldn’t…”

You walked closer, fell to your knees, and pawed at his thighs pleadingly.

“Can I suck it again? Daddy?”

Genji eyed you. He should have said no, but you just wanted to help. He shouldn’t push you away.

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he said, while loosening the plate keeping his cock tucked away and safe. He pushed his pants down just enough.

His cock was half-hard already from your words. He held your chin and fed his cock into your hungry mouth. Your daddy saw the glaze come over your eyes and started to thrust lazily into your mouth, taking hard drags on the cigarette. Panting the smoke out his nose and pursed lips.

Genji’s public kink made this quick and easy. He made the face that signalled his end, and you eyed him triumphantly with the ego-boost one gets from victories over their parents. You swallowed his cum, then made a face, tongue hanging out. Gross. He chuckled and took you back to the hostel.

You couldn’t escape the smell of smoke within the confines of the elevator. You stepped away and lightly punched his arm. Then shook your hand, because that stung from hitting his armour.

“’Tousan, you stink.”

You expected a quip back, but he deflated and apologized softly. You raised your eyebrows.

“That’s all you got?”

He gave you a ghost of one of his usual smirks.

“I may be your husband, but I am also your father. It’s early bedtime for you, with no blowjobs for dinner.”

You giggled. “Really?” He really just said that?

“Really.”

“Alright, then,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Genji pulled you close as you left the elevator to head to the room.

“You seem to think that you can get away with much since we got here,” he growled quietly, but not terribly unkindly.

“’Tousan,” you whispered back meekly. “We don’t have to hide our relationship here,” you explained.

It was freeing. You’d been poor before. You could handle that. Hiding your true feelings was worse. He stopped you just in front of the hostel room door. He made you face him, looked into your eyes with his concerned, dark ones.

“We do have to hide. Tracking is one of the basic skills of an assassin. I am surprised your uncle hasn’t found us yet.” Genji unlocked the door and went inside, with you following. “In fact, we should move on tomorrow.”

“But-”

“No!” he all but yelled. Your father saw how dejected you looked. That was the closest he had come to yelling at you. “You don’t understand,” Genji continued. He hugged you to his body. “Sorry about the yelling. I’m stressed.”

The embrace blissfully stretched on and melted any stress from both your bodies. After a few minutes, you squeezed his waist.

“Daddy, you know what relieves stress…?”

He groaned.

“I raised a slut.”

You nodded wholeheartedly. “You did.” This was his fault.

He sighed. “What I must put up with…”

You got grins and aroused growls from your father when you suggested he take you pressed against the window. He discarded his crotch plate onto the carpet. His hips ground against your ass as you leaned with your forearms against the large window. You gazed at the city surrounding the hostel, lit up and alive in the night.

“I needed this,” he breathed. “You are right.”

Still grinding, his cool hands ran up and down your sides. They reached your breasts, squeezing them hard in big handfuls. Making your breathing heavy.

“Daddy, I needed this, too.

You needed that connection only created by lovemaking. A dick in your mouth isn’t the same as a dick in your cunt, not by far. With that, you took off your top and bra. Your father pulled down your bottoms and underwear, you stepping out of them. He ran his hands down your body one last time at the sight of you standing naked at the window for the whole city to see. Admiring the curves of your silhouette.

The warm, slick tip of his cock poked at your ass cheek.

"Daddy needs a favour,” he asked, gripping your hips. “I need you to take me without any prep.”

“Go ahead, Daddy.” You rubbed your ass back against his bobbing erection subserviently.

“I’ll go slow, My Beautiful.”

You looked back over your shoulder to watch the concentration as he spread your cheeks to fit the head just inside. The tip thrust shallowly in and out, getting you used to the stretch. You caught yourself from melting to the floor. Genji worked his way deeper inside you. You whined a bit from the stretch, but you made sure to mutter, “Don’t stop.”

Genji set a medium pace once he was satisfied with the depth he reached. Your expression was sleepy, listening to the gentle tap of his hips against your rear.

“I love you, Daddy. Don’t stop.”

Genji pulled your hips back, making you stand on tip-toes or fall. He was in love with your curves and nudity glowing in the light of the room against the darker backdrop of Tokyo.

“This is your new punishment. Stay standing until I’m done with you. Or if you cum first. I’m not a mean daddy.”

The window had multiple smudgy handprints on it from multiple attempts to find balance and also reach your clit. Your tense, shaky thighs were ready to give in, but you hadn’t finished yet.

“Daddy,” you pleaded, breath fogging the window in a small circle in front of your face.

“Cum, and we can stop, Beautiful.”

You groaned and let your forehead rest against the glass. How Genji could remain composed in such a situation, you didn’t know, and it wasn’t fair. It never was, but you loved it. Lived for this. Even if Ojisan found out, you’re not sure you could stop.

Genji pushed forward, wrapped his arms around your body, and thrust hard into your cunt. Your father finally showed how this was making him feel. A few low and husky moans escaped his chest before he slammed his mouth shut. Straining and gritting his teeth, “Come on, now, Beautiful Girl. It’s your bedtime.”

“No,” you squeaked.

He pushed you flush against the glass, pounding into you. His forehead rested against your shoulder. The sweat coating your body stuck you against the window. And lucky it did, too. Your feet and legs went to jelly, and your arms dangled at your sides.

“I…said…cum…”

You arched back against Genji’s body, tensing all over. He cried out as your cunt squeezed his length. His warm seed coated your insides, dribbled down a bit on your inner thighs.

You fell back onto his chest, and he caught you.

“That was better than usual,” he murmured.  A few quiet, intimate moments passed before he helped you upright. “Bathtime!”

You gave that a long, drawn-out whine.

The baths were separated by sex, and you couldn’t go together. You got dressed and took a change of clothes with you to the bathing facilities. They had the more traditional way to wash yourself with the low stool and the bucket. You preferred the shower with a curtain to block out any stairs from the old ladies currently bathing. You didn’t need anyone to see the cum leaking out of you. You skipped the large, hot bath as well, assuming Genji would want you back to the room asap. The hot shower had been a such a relief, you almost cried. Heading back to the room, you could think of nothing else but going to bed.

Tomorrow, you had to leave the hostel and its pretty view. You took one last look at the bright, yellow-dotted office buildings. Everything was so far away. It made your current problems seem that way, as well.