shes-claws-deep:

albino-otaku:

equallydeep-inyoureyes:

make him understand where is his place

@shes-claws-deep

Genji always tells you not to shy away from putting more weight on him. With his armour and his body mods, he can take the force of a hurtling truck to his chest and not flinch. 

Step on him as hard as you’d like, he will strain to sit up and kiss your leg wherever he can reach, a devious smile on his devastatingly handsome features. You lean down and forward, putting more and more weight on him until he is utterly pinned under your foot. The ninja can only lick his lips and curl his hands around your ankle – to support, to touch, to connect. 

His dark eyes travel up the long line of your leg, up between your thighs and to the dark crux of your legs that hide his most favourite place. It’s covered by your skirt and your panties, but the damp spot over your lips are hard to miss. He licks his own lips, imagining your taste blooming over his tongue and filling his nose, his mouth, until all he can feel and taste is you.

Quietly he begs. Politely. Obscenely. Saccharine sweet and full of dark seduction. His fingers squeeze your ankle and tickle up and down your calves and rest in the sensitive underside of your knees, caressing gently and telling you it could be his tongue instead of his fingers. 

Instead of giving him what he wants, the greedy boy, you move your foot and press the toes against his metal jaw, telling him that if he’s a good boy, he might get to do all that. But first, he needs to shine your shoe. With his spit. 

Genji smiles, hands moving to close over the top of your foot and the back of your heel. Oh, he can do that. As he sucks on the leather, he closes his eyes and groans as you step on his face to make sure he behaves. Oh, he’ll be such a good boy, you’ll see.