Coworkers with Benefits

You were walking down the hall to get something only found in a particular supply closet. A crash on the other side of the wall put you on alert.

Several more crashes and some metallic thuds told you which room the commotion was in. Someone else might have bailed, but you were hired by Blackwatch, not Overwatch, for a reason. You had a careless streak.

You pushed open the door. A pair of tiny red lights danced and whirled in the darkness. You had a hunch about who it was and flicking on the lights confirmed it. Genji was pulling his human fist back from a deeply dented metal cabinet when you laid eyes on him. His head whipped towards you to acknowledge your presence, then he threw a small, metal table, it flying across the room and landing with a startling clang.

“Hey, hey! Stop!”

To your surprise, he did. He stood tall, shoulders back. His eternally angry, red eyes glared at you. It wasn’t hard to miss the red rivulets of blood flowing down his fingers to drip to the floor. His other hand…

You knew why he was angry, but you didn’t think he would tear apart an exam room because of it. During the last Blackwatch operation, the rumour is he lost control of his temper, got reckless, and damaged his cybernetic hand. It was beyond repair, and he was benched, awaiting a replacement hand. Thin wires hung uselessly from his wrist. Still, that was no excuse to trash things.

You gave him a stern look and reached towards him. “Give me your hand.”

It was hard to see, what with his face mostly covered with his silver metal, but the muscles around his eyes relaxed. Genji faced you, turning his palm upward and offering it to you.

Only then did you take a step closer. You were surprised he stopped at all, let alone let you inspect his self-inflicted wounds.

You only spoke to explain what you were going to do. Cleaning the blood off. Disinfectanting (because that was gonna hurt). Wrapping bandages around his palm. You didn’t think he wanted inane chatter right now.

When you went to get the bandages, you were worried you’d turn back and find only a cloud of smoke. Everyone knew he’d had ninja training. Instead, you turned back to find him locking gazes with you, unblinking. If it was anyone else, you would consider it a bit rude. With Genji, however, your heartbeat sped up. He scared you.

You powered through it and began wrapping the bandages. You glanced behind you at the door. If someone came in and broke the spell, you wouldn’t put it past this man to shove you violently away and leave. Genji was currently burning holes in your face with his eyes, but you ignored him. You finished and stepped back, looking at him expectantly.

Genji glanced at his hand and then back at you. He also waited.

You raised an eyebrow.

“How am I supposed to do anything with one hand covered in bandages?” He did not sound happy.

“Oh.”

Only a crude solution came to mind. In your defense, you were under pressure. You walked away from him, more confident this time that he wouldn’t disappear, and opened a drawer. You pulled a large size latex glove from one of the boxes nestled inside. You returned and pulled it onto his hand.

Genji hissed in pain but didn’t move or jerk his hand away. You straightened your posture, looking at him expectantly again.

“That might help,” you said. And then, against your gut feelings, you offered, “Come see me if you need a new one.”

Genji held his hand up to inspect it, flexing his fingers. He hissed again, softly.

“It will do. Thank you.”

He nodded at you and left. Silently. It was creepy.

Genji healed in a couple of days. You knew due to your access to his medical records, that nanites in his blood stream repaired the damage for him. You were both jealous and glad he healed so fast. Maybe he wouldn’t punch things out of anger now.

You were falling asleep when you had those thoughts, but a human-made noise startled you awake. A soft moan. Deepish. Male.

You heard it again, and now you were fully awake. Also able to tell that it was coming from below your bunk in the communal sleeping quarters of Blackwatch. You had been working your ass off at your job for so long with no time for your own needs that you immediately froze and listened closely, addicted to what you heard. Getting off on it, but not touching yourself just yet.

Sheets rustled and then you remembered. Genji was your bunkmate. For whatever reason, he never slept in that bed, and you accepted this months ago.

Oh, so he wasn’t using his human fist to punch, but to stroke his dick while everyone slept around him.

The animal part of your brain demanded you stay awake until the noises stopped. That you imagine in detail what was going on below you. You knew, again from his records, that his penis was flesh and blood. It was probably engorged with that blood right now. Filled out and thick with bulging veins. You wondered, did he go fast and hard to get to his end quickly? Or did he stop often and go slow to build a climactic finish?

You partially got your answer when he finished in ten minutes one night and then thirty the next.

Otherwise, it was hard to tell. The ninja kept his strokes silent, but his moans escaped. And he always finished with a short groan (and his eyes rolling back behind his upper lids, you hoped). This continued for a week with you growing increasingly frustrated. You got an hour less of your precious sleep each night.

It didn’t help that you hadn’t slept with anyone for a long while. Thoughts of his dick followed you everywhere and made it difficult to concentrate on your job. Every time you bent down, you were disappointed Genji wasn’t there to spear you from behind. Every dark closet seemed like the perfect spot for a mid-afternoon tryst. Paperwork was hell, and you could not concentrate on something so boring. You considered masturbating yourself at night in retaliation, but you didn’t want to deal with the mess. You needed your sleep to work. Genji had plenty of time, but how was he dealing his own mess, anyway?

In the early morning, when everyone had left to use the communal bathrooms or eat breakfast, you snuck a peek under Genji’s pillow.

A half-empty box of tissues. This confirmed everything.

The next time he touched himself while you were trying to sleep, you were going to catch him in the act.

That night, you heard the telltale sounds under your bunk. Right away, you scrambled off your bed and down the short ladder. Being a ninja, Genji heard you as soon as you first moved and covered his erection with his blanket. You found him staring back at you with those unnerving red, glowing eyes, acting like nothing was amiss. That pissed you off.

“I know what you were doing,” you spat as quietly as you could, poking a finger in his direction. “Don’t act innocent! You’re keeping me up! And then I have to spend all day thinking about you jerkin’ off while I’m trying to-”

Genji leaned forward swiftly and pulled your face to his, silencing you with a kiss. He did it so fast, you only had time to gasp. Which left your mouth open and vulnerable to his tongue.

“Sorry, but you were talking too much.”

Genji pulled back a ways, the blanket slipping down to reveal his cock. You chased him for more contact with his lips, to memorize where each scar was. You misjudged how much you needed some and found yourself straight up climbing into his lap. In case he had any doubts about how far you were willing to go, you ground your clothed clit along the underside of his shaft. Genji let you kiss all over his lips, and he slipped a finger in the side of your panties to tentatively feel at your slit. Surprisingly timid for such a man.

You switched to grinding down on his hand, and he finally got the hint. Genji pulled back from the kiss with a soft pop and slid down on the bed a bit to line himself up. He tugged your panties further to the side. As soon as the head pressed at your cunt, you sat down.

It was a tight fit, and it burned, but this wasn’t a situation where you could stop and talk about it. You forced your way down until you were stomach-to-stomach with him. His body was solid but warm. It had been a while for Genji, too, judging by each breath that caught in his throat. It was then that your body signaled to you that you needed to empty your bladder.

Too fucking bad, you were about to get laid.

You lifted your hips, feeling more burn at your entrance, and lowered them, experimenting with the pace.

“Slow, slow,” he whispered.

You took pity on him and downgraded your efforts to flexing your hips against his lap. His thickness rubbed nicely against the front of your inner walls. You experimented until you found the perfect angle, then went about steadily building the sweet pressure deep in your belly. Working yourself against his cock in the darkness while everyone slept none-the-wiser. You kind of ignored Genji, who had a quiet gasp for each time your cunt squeezed his cock. Which was often, because everything felt fantastic about being filled right now, full bladder included.

Genji hooked his fingers around your right ankle, nudged at the other with his cybernetic wrist, pulling your legs further apart. It caused you to sink further down onto his cock. It burned again, but you didn’t care.

Genji eyes were thin red lines, his eyelids almost meeting. The poor thing must be close already. He held back his end with periodic grunts. You had no choice but to go at your clit dry to catch up. You shoved your hand into your panties. Not your usual way, but you didn’t want him to finish way before you.

The next thing you knew, Genji’s hand left your ankle to cover your mouth as you arched into the darkness. He thrust upwards, releasing his seed deep.

The sudden thrust hurt, and you bit his hand.

Your clit was done, but your cunt was ready for more. It was too close to bedtime for this shit. In your post-sex haze, you just leaned forward onto Genji’s chest. Your head was lifted a bit for each of his deep breaths. You thought he’d want you off, but all he did was rest his human hand lightly on your lower back.

You jerked awake. Luckily, it was still dark, and therefore still night. You eased yourself up off the ninja’s lap, his limp dick falling out of you. It left behind a soreness that extended deep inside. You panicked a bit when you heard a lewd squelch.

You froze, listening for anyone awake. You heard heavy breathing and McCree snoring in his corner. That’s it. You pulled your panties back into place, covering up the half-dried mess there.

You lifted a knee and backed off the bed onto the floor. You stumbled as soon as your feet hit the ground. Your thighs were as sore as your vagina. Genji hummed sleepily and rolled over, pulling his blanket up to his shoulders. Completely ignoring you.

Fine, you ass, you thought.

You scrambled up to your bunk, then remembered your need to pee. You growled quietly to yourself and pulled your blanket over your head, promising to use the toilet in the morning.

You woke in a fog after sleeping terribly. You writhed about on the mattress before forcing yourself to sit upright.

“Don’t get pregnant,” said Commander Reyes, walking past fully dressed, putting your sorry state to shame.

You groaned and flopped violently back onto the bed.

I had an idea or two involving dadcree that incorporates humiliation/shame but not like a branch of the angsty storyline. I just.. love humiliation so much omg. So like daughter finds his stash of pics on his phone and uses it to her advantage, waiting for him to get home to confront him, calling him disgusting, immoral, perverted and he’s on his knees apologizing and begging for forgiveness and daughter lets up a little but not much when she takes a boot to his cock and makes him admit (1/2)

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Everything he’s gotten off to, and the more he babbles to harder pressure she puts on his cock. After he admits to some physical groping she stomps on his balls and now he’s just going on and on in a sobbing mess trying to get her to abuse his cock more and more, begging her to let him make it up to her for being so filthy and degenerate. if you have anything more to add I’d love to hear it (maybe she goes a bit farther??) bc I’m such a sucker for humiliation and cock and ball torture (2/2)

Ooof, lordy. Just imagine poor pitiful daddycree on his knees, trying to cling to his daughter’s leg, despite her demanding he keeps his pervy hands off of her and agreeing with every little insult she slings his way. He’s a pig, a sow, fucking swine. He gets off to this shit? Daughter!reader’s got his phone in her hand and she’s scrolling through picture after picture. She’s feeling no shame at all over her exposed body because McCree’s feeling all of it. If he really wants to make it up to her then he can start by confessing. She wants to know everything so she can be acutely aware of just how disgusting and depraved her perverted daddy is.

She’s getting an idea when she presses the sole of her boot against his cock and he’s hard. He’s just whimpering, pathetic. Hunched over like a scolded dog at her feet. Once McCree’s done confessing that he touched her and gets his punishment for it maybe he goes a bit farther and admits to nearly taking her in her sleep one night. He came so close to defiling her, he wanted to fuck her so badly.

Whether that’s actually true or not, daughter’s not sure. It seems he might just be making shit up now. Whether it is or not, she swings her foot back and kicks him in the balls, really smashes the top of her foot into his crotch. She’s being real cruel bringing her foot back, swing it forward but not making contact, fakes him out a couple of times. Just to watch him flinch. Now he’s sobbing about how much he loves her and she does it again and again. Slamming her foot in his crotch, ‘til he’s falling over and cumming in his jeans.

I prefer clothed cbt, it’s hotter to me. But she could also make her daddy take his cock out so she can berate and shame him for how hard he is, could he be any more sick? So she can watch while she smashes and abuses his dick. Her shoe messy with how much he’s leaking all over it. McCree’s big, swinging cock bounces with every impact. Looks so nice under her boot.

ah do believe ahm gettin the vapahs…

My Beautiful Girl Ch 2

Your father returned to Overwatch but kept in touch with you via message. What happened between you before hung over you and made things awkward, at least on your end. You nearly died on the spot when he brought it up, wanting to talk it out.

“Let’s just forget it happened,” you insisted.

How naive you were, but he went along with it.

Genji tried to visit you regularly, but most of the time his visits were cut short. He was called back to base to cover for an injured comrade. Overwatch was in sore need of recruits. Eventually, your father asked you to return with him. He asked while giving you a loving hug, showering your face with kisses.

“I want you in my life. Will you come with me?” he asked.

It didn’t take you long to say yes. Not a lot was keeping you rooted to where you lived. And you had a knack for making friends wherever you went, anyway. Even if they weren’t deep friendships, the connections helped you get what you needed or wanted.

You gathered some belongings and followed your long-lost father onto one of Overwatch’s drop ships. You trembled with excitement, looking everywhere inside the ship. You took in all the shiny details and the neat-looking technology. Before your father made you strap into a seat, you met the pilot, Lena. She acted friendly, even looked friendly, so you got along with her right away. Asked her what got her into piloting, show she joined Overwatch, and everything.

“Look at him preening over there,” she said, smirking and jerking a thumb in Genji’s direction.

You turned around, and he straightened up stiffly, trying to act casual.

“Are you proud of me, Otousan?” you teased.

Your father stood stock still.

“It is very strange to finally hear that.”

“Is ‘Tousan better?”

“…No. But it will have to do,” he admitted. He didn’t want to be reminded that he was getting older.

After that, your father let his new role settle onto his shoulders like it was nothing. You were such a beautiful child in his eyes, how could being your father be a bad thing? In fact, he settled on calling you that, ‘Beautiful’. It seemed right to him. Your turn to preen; you loved it.

You loved Gibraltar even more than the drop ship. There were numerous dark corners and forgotten pieces of tech lying around to explore. Your new room was dusty and neglected, but it was yours and your father’s was next to it. Normally, he preferred a quiet room to come back to without any neighbours, but he made an exception for you.

You took to your training with enthusiasm. You were worried at first that Genji would fuss over you and get in the way. Instead, he chose to parent you like a bird letting its young fall out of the nest to fly for the first time. He watched from afar as you tried, and inevitably failed a few times. He was there to help you heal after.

Your father sat with you when you fussed over your bruises, not bad enough to see the doctor.

You poked your latest one and then whined at him.

“It hurts so much…!”

“Of course it does, Beautiful. What did you expect?”

You petulantly showed him your lower lip in response.

Your father lifted your shirt, murmuring, “Let me see.”

You let him, enjoying having someone fuss over you. He traced the outline of the huge, ugly bruise on your side with a fingertip. He hissed in sympathy at the sight of it.

Genji was still fussing over your bruises, which you liked. You were loved. Your attention was drawn elsewhere, however. You were keenly aware of how close he sat. Your clit was keenly aware, too. The way he sat, his thighs were relaxed open in a V-shape. The bottom of the V was where his dick was tucked away. A part of him you were inappropriately familiar with. Your eyelids fell closed as a blush creeped up your cheeks. How could you feel this way? You were unbelievable.

“Oh, did I hurt you?”

You snapped out of it, and opened your eyes to find your handsome father staring at you expectantly. He tucked your shirt back down.

You shook your head. “No.”

Genji gave you a small smile, brightening your existence.

“Give me a hug!” you said, smiling back and walking forward on your knees.

“Okay,” he laughed.

He held you gently to his body with his chin resting on the top of your head while you straddled one of his thighs. Maybe it was unusual for a young woman your age to sit in your father’s lap, but he had missed out on holding you like this when you were a little girl.

Blood was pounding between your legs. But you wanted to stay close to your father. Instead of kissing his neck and feeling the synthetic material beneath your lips, you nuzzled him. You desired to be sitting, full of his cock, but instead you squeezed him tighter. You were scared he could feel your arousal, it was so obvious to you.

Genji hummed softly and squeezed you, too. The side of his cool helm pressed against your ear. You remained cuddled up with Genji for so long, you thought you might drop off to sleep. Until he shifted.

“I must do my daily mediation,” he said. You made complaining noises but got off his lap. “A lot of my thoughts are most likely going to be of you.”

The next little while went well. You kept your dirty urges to yourself. You masturbated a few times in your new bed to take the edge off, but you kept wishing your fingers were your father’s.

During the day, your gaze was drawn to his hands. You swear you could feel the ghost of his fingertips caressing your slit through your panties. You tore your gaze away each time, glad no one noticed. You trained harder to distract yourself, but you only ended up with worse bruises, some scrapes, and finally a trip to see that doctor.

Genji came to fetch you after to take you back your room.

“How did you manage this?” he asked.

“I tried, ‘Tousan. I really did!”

You turned to look in his direction while speaking to him, and you lost your balance and started to topple. Your father steadied you. You were super aware of his hands on your body, and straightened up quickly so he would let go.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I’m just,” you paused to twirl your finger next to your temple, “a little loopy. She gave me something called Tylenol 3s.”

“That’s it? And you are like this? You should lie down.”

“But, ‘Tousan…”

You let your father take you to your room. Genji removed his face coverings and you lay together on the bed a modest distance away from each other. The medication loosened your tongue, and Genji was happy to hear you talk.

You chattered to him all about your training. How terribly clumsy you were, but you were trying. You wanted him to be proud of you, but you left that last bit out.

“I must have inherited my abilities from my mom,” you said, grinning.

“Oh? What happened to her?”

“She’s…around. We don’t get along, and we’re not really close. I talked myself into a job as soon as possible and moved out. She never asked me to stay, anyway.” You wished she had. “I would go back every once in a while and apologize for being a bad child and then leave again.” You glared at the ceiling.

“You got that from me. Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I was the same. I could not stay at home when I was younger. It was suffocating. I had strict trainers and a strict brother.”

“Hanzo-ojisan?”

He nodded.

“Why doesn’t Ojisan just join Overwatch?” you huffed.

“He must find his own path.”

“But don’t you want him here?”

“I do, but this situation requires patience. Trust me.”

“Whatever, ‘Tousan.” You wiggled over into his personal space. You slung one arm over his side, hugging him closer, despite his uncomfortable body parts. “Cuddle me.”

“Okay,” he agreed quietly. “And…can you do me a favour?”

“Hmm?”

“Could you please call me ‘daddy’?”

You pulled back to frown at him. You thought immediately of the sexual connotations. Also, if everyone heard you calling Genji ‘daddy,’ then they might start to wonder how close you really were.

You angrily smacked his chest for even suggesting it. “No!”

“Hear me out,” Genji said, slipping his hand around to hold it against your lower back. How easily it could slip lower to fondle your ass. “I had been thinking. I like thinking of you as my little girl. I was not present when you were growing up.”

That smelled like bullshit. You cocked a brow and took a huge risk, asking, “Is that the real reason?”

Your father studied you for a few moments. His helm cast a shadow over his eyes usually, but his eyes always held an inner glow. A quiet love for life.

“I see I’m not the only one thinking of this.”

You recoiled in shock at that, but then settled in close again. You gave him a look that you hoped communicated what you wanted without having to say it out loud. You wanted your daddy in the worst way. If he said no, if he pushed you away you might return to Japan in tears.

Your father smiled sadly.

“Is it my fault you grew up such an attractive young woman?”

You nodded, still begging with your eyes, and Genji cracked a grin.

“Heheh, what a naughty girl.”

Your father leaned in close to give you a sweet kiss on the cheek. You bumped your cheek against his lips. It was nice, but it wasn’t exactly what you wanted.

“You make me proud. You deserve a reward. What do you desire?”

His wording didn’t slip by you. You knew what you desired.

“Finger me, Daddy.”

You must have hit upon his weakness by saying that. He hesitated, but then he licked his fingers and his hand dove down into your underwear. He rubbed at your clit first, making you whisper, “Yesss.”

You opened your thighs further and pressed your hips up into the stimulation he was giving you. Your daddy studied your face to gauge your reaction, while you stared up at him through pleading eyes.

Your clit wasn’t his main target, so his fingers went further. The tips slid along your slit. He penetrated you just a bit, and he swirled his fingers around just inside your entrance, making you cry, “Daddy!”

Genji shushed you in case someone overheard. So when he began to finger you properly with a single finger, you swallowed another cry, it emerging as a whine from your throat. A second finger soon followed. It slid in shamefully easily, as your entire entrance was coated in a thick layer of slick. You gripped his arm tightly with one hand, the armour cutting into your palm. Your daddy spoiled you, letting you rut your naughty hips against his hand. He knew you could barely contain yourself. His fingertips were petting your special spot, making you clamp your hand over your mouth to keep in your moans.

Your daddy nuzzled into your ear to ask softly if you were close. You confirmed with a shrill hum.

“Don’t finish yet, Beautiful.”

You looked at him in confusion. Genji’s fingers slowed. You were even more confused. Your daddy captured your lips in a kiss. He opened his mouth, so you obediently opened yours in turn. His fingers sped up inside you again. Your daddy muffled your noises by tentatively licking inside your mouth. You let him in, and he put more passion into the kiss. Your body squirmed against his until you came, arching up from the bed.

Genji continued to finger you through it, then pulled his hand out of your pants. He broke the kiss, leaving you panting and dazed. He popped his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean.

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A HC/Scenario for the Shimada!Dragons and their S/O since they’re on my mind: The dragons can turn into their human forms whenever they feel like it but they really, really prefer their dragon forms. There’s something that just doesn’t feel right about being in human form. They’re happiest and feel most at home as dragons. Being human is reserved for emergency situations only.

So emergency situation: S/O was trekking through the woods and got really hurt. Maybe she tripped and fell onto a sharp, jagged tree branch. Or maybe when she fell she cracked her head open. Either way, she needs emergency medical attention that only human hands can give her. So they change into their human forms and take care of her. Whenever the injury occurred S/O passed out. The dragon boys failed to tell their S/O that they even had human forms. Their human forms are so far from their minds most of the time that it was just something they never thought to inform her of.

None of the dragon boys want to change back until they know for certain that she’s going to be okay. With three pairs of human hands, someone will always be at the ready to help her. Cut to dragon!S/O waking up surrounded by three naked human men. She freaks out. Screaming, flailing. Calling for her dragon boyfriends. Where are they?! What did they do to them?! Did they hurt them?Are they okay? Why are they in their lair?! Where are they!? Where!

I want Sojiro to choke here. She has to calm down or she’s going to end up hurting herself. She’ll pop open the stitches and she’s already lost too much blood. She’s screaming so much and yelling so loud, he doesn’t want to raise his voice at her in order to get her to listen, that’s just not his style. Genji’s freezing up because he’s never seen her scared of them before. Not even when they first met her as dragons was she this terrified. Hanzo, however, is not above a little yelling. He gets right in her face and raises his voice louder than hers and demands, “be quiet! Listen! Listen!”

That’s just enough to jar her into silence for a moment and he says a little bit softer, “listen to my voice. Your dragons are right here.” Hanzo has a very distinct voice and Dragon!S/O has this giant light bulb moment, totally floored. Since when is this a thing?

I love how Hanzo is the one yelling at his s/o. “You’re being a fool, and I’m gonna tell you about it!!!” So cute.

Genji + nervous Virgin s/o (fem)

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Warnings: NSFW
Overwatch Masterlist

He’s very gentle

Constantly making sure this is what you want and if this is okay

Asking you how you feel

Kisses all over your body

Takes things very slow

Lots of foreplay

Goes down on you first

He just wants to make you feel good and loved

Gentle thrusts until you get used to it

His body is pressed against yours

Gives you kisses throughout the whole thing

The Dragon’s Naughty Pet Ch 2

@poutypanic

You opened your mouth to receive Hanzo’s cock, but he tutted at you. He leaned forward, bent at the waist, so that his cock was out of reach. The shadows made his brown eyes look black. But they still shined ominously at you.

“You did not say it.”

He made you ask for it, and you loved that. You shifted in your seat again, more restlessly. Hanzo hadn’t even touched you properly yet, but you were already squirming for his dick. You already had that ache, wanting him to shove you to the floor and fuck you deep as he could until you screamed right here in the hall.

“Hanzo…”

You struggled to form a sentence, dumb from your need. Also, because you were hoping Hanzo would think for you.

“Yes?”

You saw the beginnings of a smirk at the side of his lips.

“I want it,” you said. “I want your dick.”

“Good girl.”

He smiled for real. This was the first thing you had done that pleased him. You had to see that smile again, as if your life depended on it.

“You have earned one lick.”

You whined. He was holding back on purpose. He gently applied the head of his cock to your lips, and you opened them. You licked the slippery and warm skin of the head. Hanzo smiled wider, some white teeth showing through.

“I have waited all day for this.”

“Then, Master, can I have it?” You swallowed, correcting yourself and being more specific. “Can I have your dick?”

Hanzo sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, considering your request. You hoped it tempted him greatly.

“No,” was the word that dashed your hopes. He took a step back, his face returning its previous stern self. “I changed my mind on the oral sex. Take off your pants and panties.”

There’s no way Hanzo would skip right to a dicking, but you tripped over yourself pulling your pants down. You threw your panties against the wall. They fell heavily from how wet they were. You turned around and stuck your ass in the air for him. If this wasn’t what he wanted you to do, you would hear about it. Your stomach was doing excited flips at potentially being punished again.

“Convenient. That is exactly how I want you.”

Not what you expected to hear, but maybe your previous thought was right. Your fingernails dug into the carpet as you teased yourself with imagining the head of Hanzo’s cock pressing against your cunt.

Hanzo startled you out of your dirty thoughts with a light tap to your behind.

“I want you to beg for me.” He next down on one knee to your immediate left, cock erect against his thigh. “Give me your best performance. If I deem it good enough, I will grant you what you desire.”

“And what do I want, Master?”

His hand left his erect cock to pull your hair back again.

“You’re my filthy pet. I know what you want,” he said. Then he leaned in so that his breath tickled your ear, making his voice the only sound you could focus on. “You want to skip the formality of a bed and have me fuck you right here.”

You groaned while he still held your hair, and your head, up. He straightened back up.

“I grow tired of waiting.”

Your master was impatient. You sighed, put out.

“Master,” you whined, “I want you to fuck me.”

Hanzo’s hand came down on your left cheek with the same force as the last slap he gave your face. You had earned that for holding back.

“Again!”

You frowned. You flexed your needy entrance and took a breath to say it louder.

“Master! Fuck me!”

Hanzo slapped your ass again, this time on the right cheek.

“Stop whining!”

“But Master,” you attempted with a more assertive voice.

Not enough.

“I suppose you do not want me tonight.”

Hanzo got to his feet, his dick bobbing with the movement. He walked down the hallway into the house proper.

“No, no, no, Master. Please.”

You weren’t above crawling after him at this point. You caught up to him and took hold of the hem of his pants.

In a blurr, Hanzo whipped you over onto your back. The impact knocked the thoughts from your mind, and you let them go. Hanzo got down on his knees.

He was unapologetically rough. He forced your legs open and back until you yelped in pain and then stopped. He fell onto his hands with his knees under your thighs, keeping you pinned down. You let your arms lay to your sides. All the blood rushed from your brain to your core. You lay helpless, ready to receive Hanzo’s dick.

“I will take pity on you,” he quietly seethed, “since you cannot seem to go without.”

“Yes, Master,” you confirmed obediently.

Hanzo’s fat, erect length lay between you, on top of your wet, needy core. Instead of inside of you. The top rested against your clit teasingly. You took a deep breath and willed yourself not to wiggle against him.

That got harder and harder to do because Hanzo lowered his lips to your. breast He sucked gently, savouring the softness of your dark skin, and still not fucking you, and the heartbeat between your legs pounded. You needed more.

He moved to the other nipple, grazing your hard peak over and still not fucking you. Your fingers shook.

I’mgoodI’mgoodI’mgoodI’mgoodI’mgood, you babbled to yourself inwardly.

He suddenly bit down, and you cried, “Master!”

“Beg for me, pathetic pet.”

“Yes, Master,” you sobbed.

You couldn’t believe your eyes when Hanzo lifted himself up just enough to penetrate your depths.

Hanzo pounded you into the floor. You let out every moan, scream, and sharp whine from jolts of pain, because if you didn’t, he would stop. He would leave. He’s done it before. You clenched on his cock as if to keep him there, and a gasp cut through the air, interrupted his steady stream of heavy breaths. Then his eyebrows came back together as he concentrated on his assault of your cunt.

“CUM!” Hanzo yelled, reaching back to smack your ass.

You let go of a yell that you hoped the neighbours heard. That your master could make you cum so hard and on command. Hanzo’s legs shook around you as your cunt milked cum from his cock.

You both panted together as he rested his cheek on your shoulder. You hesitated, but then hugged his head to you.

Then let go when he got off.

You uncurled onto the floor. Your limbs hit with heavy thuds, and the aches in your body made you groan. Hanzo knelt next to your limp body. He gathered you into his arms.

“You take the pain so well,” he said softly, “I am proud of you.” He tenderly kissed your forehead. “You were perfect.”

He got to his feet and walked down the hall to the bathroom to take care of you. Hanzo ran you a bath while you sat on the bathmat and kept a hand on his back for emotional support. He didn’t expect responsiveness from you besides the odd quiet question about what you wanted. How the temperature of the water was and which bath bomb you wanted.

You climbed into the tub and got acclimatized to the hot water. Hanzo turned to leave to get you a glass of water, but you stopped him with a hand on his arm. He let you weakly pull him into a hug. He rocked side-to-side with you until you felt secure enough to be left alone for a minute.

Let That Be a Lesson

You’re a psychotic psychologist hired by Blackwatch to ‘tame’ Genji with unorthodox methods.

You pulled on the thick wires attached to the back of Genji’s head.

“Wake up.”

He started awake, his angrily glowing eyes flashing and his arms coming up defensively. You stood up and walked around the cage.

You stuck your butt out and deposited it on the top of the cage. You lifted a hip and threw a leg over the other, flashing your underwear to the warily watching eyes below. It was an easy thing, wiggling on your seat and causing your already short skirt to begin bunching up your thighs. Your panties peeked out. Bright red, contrasting nicely with your black skirt. The black lace on the edges matched with the rest of your outfit. Your blouse was white to tone down the dominatrix-feel and make it more workplace appropriate.

“Have you been a good boy, Genji?”

“No.”

You shook your head in disappointment.

“Oh, that’s not what we talked about last time, is it?”

“It is what you talked about.”

You pressed the button on the remote in your hand. Genji grunted and winced. He gritted his teeth to avoid giving you the satisfaction of hearing him cry out.

“You’re not stupid enough to forget I have this,” you said, shaking the hand that held the remote.

You hopped off the cage and onto your heels. The cage was waist-height, made of black-painted metal. A kennel made for containing large dogs. You crouched next to the cage, your skirt hiking up the rest of the way. Genji lounged in a corner, glaring at you.

“Could not care less.”

You tilted your head and smirked.

“I don’t believe that.”

You pushed your foot across the floor, opening your legs further. Genji’s gaze followed the line of your thigh from the knee inward, down your thigh to the red panties. Your pubic hair curled out from the sides.

His back arched a little when you pressed the button again.

“Look at me while I’m talking to you.”

A thick, metal collar rested with heavy weight around his neck. He couldn’t remove it with his bare hands. It made contact with his cybernetic parts, delivering a substantial electric shock for however long you held the button down.

Red eyes looked back into yours. His lower lids twitched upwards, giving his gaze extra heat. He hated paying you the respect of looking you in the eye. You closed your legs and sank down onto your knees. This allowed you to lean forward as hook your fingers in the holes of the cage. Genji again looked away, down to your cleavage.

You shocked him again, and grunted in frustration. His eyes scrunched up in pain so nicely. Lovely suffering.

He sprang forward, grabbing at the hand holding the remote. You still had your thumb on the button, so Genji’s hand closing around yours pressed and held it down. Taking the pain caused his muscles to tense and the veins in his arm and neck to pop out. He gnashed his teeth beneath his metal mouthguard and glared at your hand.

“Let…go…”

“No.”

A few seconds later he gave up and let go. He relaxed back against the cage and panted. Genji eyed you, weighing his options.

“You didn’t behave like you promised,” you said, standing up, “and you were a bad boy just now.” You walked over to your desk. “I’m going to leave you in there for now.”

You opened a drawer, dropped the remote inside, and shut it. Genji pretended he didn’t care, but he kept shooting you scathing looks when you weren’t looking. You ignored his sourness and sat in your desk chair. You did some paperwork. You got bored. Yawned. Lay your head down on your forearms and took a nap.

You woke falling onto your ass, but a human arm and a cybernetic arm caught you. The chair squeaked, rolling into the wall. He slammed you back towards the desk. He yanked up your skirt, tearing the side seams in the process. You made a half-hearted attempt to push up on your forearms. Genji pulled your wrists back, and you fell onto your chest.

You put on a pleading face and whined, “But, Genji…”

“Shut up,” he ordered gruffly. “You want this. Don’t try to resist.”

He was fiddling with his codpiece one-handed. Getting annoyed that it wasn’t coming off immediately. You were grinning to yourself. He fell for it. You lifted your hips towards him under the guise of trying to wriggle away.

“Stop!” he yelled, putting his mechanical hand to your asscheek and squeezing hard. “No one is coming to save you. You had this coming.”

You acted like his metal hand on your skin was a threat that scared you into keeping still. You waited impatiently while he figured himself out.

Finally, his codpiece fell to the floor with a loud clack. He made a cross between a purr and growl in relief at being free. Then he clamped both hands on your hips under your skirt. You loved the contrast between his soft human palm and the rubbery texture of the palm of the other. He worked his fingers under the waistband of the panties and effortlessly broke it. It fluttered to the floor between your feet.

“So easily you submit to me.”

You got a rush at how he thought he’d won, but you just flexed your core in anticipation. He entered you then, roughly worked his way in. Giving you no time to get used to his girth. The pained noises you made were real this time. It didn’t last long, however. He was thick but short.

You chose this time to struggle again, growling at him to let you go. He took your wrists again, and pulled back and slammed back in. You let the shrill whine out. This was exactly what you wanted. You didn’t resist when he took both wrists in his human hand. To prove that he could control you with one hand, his weaker hand. He rolled his hips, fucking you steadily.

It didn’t hurt anymore. He thought you had accepted your fate, laying there on the desk. You were actually in heaven, mouthing hanging open, and pants rolling off your tongue. He squeezed your asscheek again with his mechanical hand, and your leg twitched in surprise at the cold. Genji had you deliciously full of his dick, the head sliding against your sweet spot. All you had to do was relax and let him carry you to completion.

But it was not to be. Genji’s body stiffened. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, warmth flooding your insides.

“Let that be a lesson,” he began, but you moved quickly. You pulled out of his grasp, yanked the drawer open, and snatched up the remote. You squeezed the button and turned around.

Genji yelled out and fell to one knee. He glared up at you.

“We’re not done…” you told him with a smile.

Kitty Kompanion Ch 5

Genji hadn’t been at the watchpoint for longer than a full day for the past month. Not having a work schedule for yourself, you lost track of what day it was.

You did offer to do paperwork, but Winston waved your suggestion off. “Athena does all that.”

So you doubted yourself that Genji seemed be going on longer and longer missions. Overall, you were okay. Your breasts were so nice and full, and your stomach didn’t have as many stretch marks as you had feared. You should have been grateful that you were safe and healthy. The piece missing from your heart disagreed. Whispered to you that it was unfair. You wondered why you should get out of bed, to face the loneliness. The tempting sleepiness pulled you back down. You closed your eyes, chasing the split second before unconsciousness that was free of any worry. The extra sleep had the opposite effect that sleep normally has. You spent the day feeling like shit and looking like it, eyebags and all.

You gave up training after falling and bruising your hip. Your centre of gravity had shifted without you noticing. You sat there, annoyed. You punched the floor, resentful that the further along you got, the more your job was becoming ‘being pregnant.’ You took your frustration out on Genji’s cock when he was home. Making him lay back while you rode him until you tired yourself out. Your fingers gave you a less satisfying orgasm, and it was getting harder to reach properly. Genji welcomed your use of him, contentedly drinking in your curves with his hungry gaze. As soon as your thighs refused to obey you, he guided you back slowly with his hands at your back to avoid ripping his knot out of your cunt. Genji curled around your pregnant stomach to give love to your swollen breasts. These was some of your best times with him lately, because his knot locked inside you guaranteed some quality time. You traded tender kisses and discussed possible baby names until he had to leave again.

Genji noticed the growing length of his missions, as well, and picked up the habit of bringing you a small stuffed animal from each new location. Whether he stole them or bought them, you didn’t mind. The theme was baby versions of animals whenever he could find them. You had amassed a sizeable amount in a short time. You lay in the bed, surrounded by the stuffies, because half its occupants weren’t there most of the time anyway. You were wondering if Genji’s presents were doubling as baby toys. He indignantly huffed when you asked him this.

Later he confessed to Jesse and Hanzo in the Orca that his scheme had been found out, and his brother had no sympathy.

“Don’t be cheap, then!”

“It is called being frugal, Hanzo. You would go broke just trying to get a first date,” said Genji, taking a jab at Hanzo’s expensive tastes in cologne, bath oils, eyeliner, skincare, and separate combs for his hair and his fur.

“At least he pays for the things,” Jesse pointed out, when Genji would have no problem stealing them.

“As if there is honour involved in something so insignificant,” Hanzo said.

“There is to me,” Genji growled. “Who is the one who is single, and who is not?”

“Genji’s got a point, Hanz,” Jesse said. “You might try bein’ nice every once in a while.”

Hanzo squared up with the cowboy, ears flat and his tail waving. His white teeth peeked out of his sneering lips. Jesse barely twitched.

“You should work on that attitude. It’s bringin’ team morale down,” he drawled, casually puffing on his cigarillo with a finger and thumb holding it steady.

Hanzo picked a far away sniper perch to sulk in after the Orca landed.

“Sorry if that was unprofessional, Jesse,” Genji whispered to him.

“As long as we stick to the plan and come back in one piece, you two can cat fight all you want.”

Hanzo wheezed poorly contained laughter. He got a hold of himself and asked McCree if he plucked his joke from the dumpster they passed on the way over. Jesse took his cigarillo from his lips.

“Well, I’ll be.”

“He laughed,” Genji said. His chest expanded with a deep breath. He let it out slowly, placing a hand solemnly on Jesse’s shoulder. “I will make an appointment with Angela for him when we get back. He is clearly terminal.”

“Do not!”

Jesse and Genji fell against each other, snickering quietly so enemies wouldn’t hear.

Genji returned from that particular mission with a stuffed baby beaver. He found you napping with all the stuffies. What an adorable sight you made, with your pregnant belly protruding above all the stuffed animals. He had no idea you missed him so badly, and instead was drawn to join you for your nap. He added the baby beaver to the pile and then pushed some to the side so he could slot himself into the cuddle pile next to your body.

You would have remained in the bed with this surprise appearance of Genji, but you an immense need to pee and right now. You inched towards the side of the bed, dragging your extra weight along. It disturbed your bedmate. He shifted around and you stopped with your legs hanging off the side of the bed, waiting for him to greet you. Genji opened his eyes, hazy with sleepiness, and spied the stuffed animals.

“My kittens,” he cooed, sweeping his arms inwards, gathering some stuffies to his chest. He curled up around them, his tail touching his chin, and went back to sleep. You could tell he was sleeping by his peaceful, steady breathing.

You were about to pee yourself, so you quickly used the bathroom. Then you swiped your phone from the bedside table and snapped a pic of Genji cuddling his ‘babies.’ You had no idea what was going on, but you had to save this.

You woke him, and he whined at you sleepily not to show anyone because he didn’t remember talking to the stuffed animals at all. But too bad. Too late. The picture was already taken. Genji left for another mission, and now you had this darling photo to look at to comfort you while he was away.

“Hey, Angela.”

“How are you feeling? You look tired.”

You were on a first name basis with the pretty, blonde doctor now, and you knew the drill for your check-ins. You stepped on the scale, so she could record your weight gain. To be fair, a medical program was automatically recording all the data for perusal at Angela’s convenience.

“I am, but I’m fine otherwise I think.”

“That’s good. I’m tired as well,” she groaned and launched into some gossip. “Everyone is keeping me very busy. Did you hear that Tracer recalled into friendly fire for the fifth time in three months? She’s doing her best under the circumstances, but…Ugh! And I’m trying to convince Winston to switch to natural peanut butter as a compromise, but he conveniently keeps ‘forgetting’ to buy a minifridge for it. Then I just about put Jesse’s cigar out on his leg. Ahhh, but I have the best sleeps after days like that!” She grinned. “Also makes me look forward to seeing your healthy little baby bump in comparison.”

“The Winston part might be partly my fault. I ate all his bananas a week ago.”

“That’s alright. He’s an adult; it’s squarely on him,” she said, pointing at her shoulders. “Come, come. Sit.”

You sat on the exam table.

“My favourite part! Hearing the tiny heartbeat.” She took the stethoscope from around her neck. “Athena, bring up the audio feed for the mother to hear.”

“Yes, Dr. Ziegler.”

Angela played your heartbeat for you. Then the baby’s. You got a little light-headed each time with the realization that a tiny life was growing inside you. You cupped your belly tenderly.

“Almost makes me want to give up being a doctor to have children,” Angela said wistfully.

You looked up in surprise.

“What?”

She chuckled. “Got you!”

“Whatever,” you muttered with a smile.

“You know what’s next,” she said. You did, lying back on the exam table so the medical equipment could scan your uterus. “Let me just quickly go over your stuff here…” she said, walking over to the console.

You waited patiently. You wished Genji were here, but that was no surprise.

“Wait,” the doctor said. You sat up, already on alert. “Am I that tired? Did I forget you were having twins?”

Dr. Ziegler was squinting at the screen and rubbing her cheek in deep confusion, while you fought the urge to flail about in panic. No, you did not mention twins!

“Wait,” she said again. This time you deflated onto the exam table, already done with the surprises. “This one is reading as a few weeks younger. That cannot be…”

You nodded to everything she said, trying to ignore the lack of blood flowing to your brain. Dr. Ziegler released you for now, intending to study the results of the scans of the second baby. You dumbly walked down the hallway with your hands to your baby bump, until a thought smacked you like a pebble to the head. Genji was still not here, again! You fisted your hands angrily and jogged back to your room. You paced back and forth at the foot of your bed. The object of your anger was out on a mission, again.

Athena had to say your name twice before you realized she trying to get your attention.

“Athena! Right, sorry,” you said, depositing your rear on the bed. “What can I do for you?”

“An audio transmission for you from Agent Genji.”

You adjusted the position of your feet needlessly and smoothed invisible wrinkles on the stomach of your shirt.

“Alright. Connect us, please.”

Your beloved’s voice spoke your name, warmly drifting down from the ceiling.

“You!” you seethed.

“What? I-”

“Another baby! Angela says I’m pregnant with a second baby! Appeared out of nowhere! …I think,” you added quickly. “I don’t know…” A tsumani of angst came crashing over your anger, snuffing it. “And you’re not here!” you wailed.

You tried not to be selfish and blame Genji for not being here, but you just did. You failed. You were overwhelmed and alone. You stared at the floor, waiting to be chastised for not handling it better. Genji had never lost his patience with you before. Maybe this time you went too far.

“You may have to explain to me again what that means when I arrive home. For now, go see Angela. Please try not to stress too much. We will get through this. Together.”

“The transmission has ended,” said Athena.

“Thank you, Athena,” you said sadly.

“You’re welcome.”

“Together,” was Genji’s last word to you. Of course he had your back with this. You were foolish to think otherwise. Still, the prospect of two babies to take care of was daunting. Hopefully, Angela had an explanation of where the second baby came from, and soon. And maybe…she was mistaken about the whole thing. You had mixed feelings about that. For now, all your previous emotions receded, leaving you drained and raw. You fell back onto the bed, needing another nap.

shes-claws-deep:

October 2nd – Aphrodisiacs (Hanzo)

@cantspellreyeswithoutyeees

Hanzo curses as he stumbles into his room, face burning and clothes soaked through with sweat. He should have known better than to accept anything from Hana, particularly her ‘special’ blend. He strips quickly, showers under the coldest spray he can possibly get. Hope that it will cause his raging hard on to shrivel up and for his body to stop raging like his blood is made of fire.

He’s in no luck though, as he continues to suffer even after he lies on the bed, damp and still horny as fuck. His damp skin is cooled by the water droplets that wet the bed but his cock is still at attention and his skin starts to bead afresh with sweat.The archer swears, flips over, buries his head into the pillow to try and distract himself.

Unfortunately it just causes that fire to rage harder when he gets a whiff of your scent on the sheets. His hips rut against the fabric unwittingly, even that short friction causes sparks to dance up and down his spine. He curses, bites down on the comforter and tries to meditate away the heat.

So deep in his mind is he that Hanzo never notices the door slide open. Never notices you slipping onto the bed with him. But he does notice when your hand slides over his back.

He swears, darts away from you despite his body aching to arch into your touch.

“Hanzo?” you ask in concern, hand left aloft as you track his jittery form as he scuttles over the side of the bed.

The man just grunts, hides his crotch as he kneels by the bed to peek over the edge like a petulant child. “Hana,” is all he has to say and you’re rolling your eyes.

What was it with this man and tea? This was how he got into trouble with Ana that last time. In any case, it’s too late to berate him about it, and you guess that it’s Hana’s special blend by the way he’s acting and by the flash of rock hard cock that you spotted as he moved.

You sigh and crawl over the bed, latching onto the scruff of his neck and dragging him onto the bed to kiss him senseless. Immediately his hands dart up to grip desperately at your shirt, clawing at the hem to try and rip it off you. Then, he gasps and pulls himself away, pupils blowing wide and narrowing as though he was trying to focus.

“N-no, please-!” he gasps and you stop, legs halfway through straddling him.

“You don’t want this?”

He blushes under you, hands moving to cover his mouth in embarrassment. “I…”

You shake your head and slip off to sit beside him. You explain to him that you want to help him, but not against his will.

Hanzo hesitates, looks into your eyes, then resolutely shakes his head. He won’t use you that way, he explains; he’ll work this out himself.

You sigh and shrug, moving off the bed. “I’ll be in my room if you decide otherwise.” And with that, you leave swiftly, the door sliding shut and locking behind you.

Not even moments later, Hanzo squeezes his eyes shut and rubs his palms against his lids. He’s regretting sending you away already; that kiss ignited every spark inside him and turned that heat into a roaring fire. He has to fuck something. Needs to touch something. Needs you to touch him until he cums and-

NO! He scowls at himself and takes deep breaths. No, he has to control himself. He can’t fall victim to this…cursed desire that’s ripping him inside out! He can’t give in. Needs to show you that he’s strong; that he won’t be defeated by something as insipid as Hana’s ‘special’ tea.

All the same, his body is protesting strongly, sending waves of desire that erode at his self control like waves at loose sand. The archer’s hand unconsciously drifts down his body, the mere touch causing him to arch up and moan out loud. That hand brushes past his nipples, pinches them, and Hanzo can only gasp and stutter out a curse as he tries to force his hand away. But it’s like he doesn’t have control over his body, doesn’t control his hand as it finds its way to his throbbing, leaking cock and takes hold of it.

Hanzo whimpers, his rutting into his own grip as he slaps a hand over his mouth. Tears bead at the corner of his eyes, body shaking. He can’t! He-He needs-

Hanzo gives in, finger landing on the comm system next to his bed and brings up your contact before he moans. “Please!” he whimpers your name pleadingly. “Please help me…” Tears of shame trickle down his cheeks and wet his beard. He can’t believe he’s so weak as to succumb to this. He’s not strong enough to resist-

“Hey,” your voice coos at him and he opens his damp eyes to see you leaning over him, body bare and eyes clear.

Hanzo was unaware, but what seemed like minutes for him ended up being the better part of an hour. You didn’t stray far from his room, wanting to be nearby if he ever needed help.

Now, you climb over his writhing body and lean into his desperately wandering hands. His muscled figure heaves and flexes under your hands as you plant them on his chest to balance yourself. The dragon dances on his skin, almost glowing an ethereal blue as you grasp his cock roughly to stroke it.

Hanzo roars as you make contact with his burning brand of a cock, hips arcing up into your grip and his hands forcing you down onto his belly so he can feel your wetness and your heat.

“Please! Oh please, oh kami,” he whispers, eyes locked onto yours as you lift yourself up and drop onto his cock in one smooth motion that makes him scream out loud in bliss. “Yesss! Oh yesss! Thank you, oh thank you thankyouthankyou-AAAHHH!” His voice breaks as you set a rough pace, his own hips struggling to keep up with you as you take his cock for your own.

Hanzo struggles under you, body twitching with a combination of an overload of stimulation and a lack of it. He gurgles praises and thanks, hands digging into your thighs to anchor himself as your tight pussy squeezes his cock for all its worth. The warm wetness of you turns his mind to mush and Hanzo can’t do anything but cry out your name like a desperate prayer.

The sound of your hips slapping against each other and his desperate moans fill the air, the filthiness and steaminess of it all driving his need and his desire to never before seen heights. He cries, tears tracking down his temples as he finally gives into the pleasure and arches his back into a perfect bow shape.

“I can’t-! I’m going t-” he doesn’t even finish pleading for your permission before he cums hard, body jacking up and arms snapping tight around you as he ruts up into you and slams you hard onto his hips. His teeth close onto the skin of your throat and his lips massage you shakily as he spurts deep into you.

You cum then, the begging and pleading and his needy state forcing you over the edge with him. Your arms, too, wrap around him, your own mouth latching onto his ear and making him moan from the pain.

Curled around each other, you and Hanzo pant loudly into each others skin, bodies trembling from the force of your orgasms. His body is still heated, skin still misted from perspiration and his cock still rock hard within you despite cumming mere moments earlier.

You pull away slowly, gently, moving your head back so you can look into his lust-filled eyes. He lets you and relaxes his grip, but his hips still rock gently against yours, moans filtering from his parted lips from that little bit of pleasure.

“M-more,” he whimpers, hands gradually becoming more frenzied in their exploration of your body. “Please! It’s still- I can still feel it,” his voice is cracked, slightly hoarse, his accent all the thicker.

Your body is sensitive from that one orgasm, still twitching, but you push the discomfort aside and nod. “Do it.”

He whimpers his thanks and rolls you over, his hips jumping into action immediately to start his rhythm anew, this time more powerful and needy than it was before.

You lie underneath him, your hands clutching at his back and raking stark red lines down his tanned back as you close your eyes in rapture.

You don’t think you’re going to be walking tomorrow.

Your Daddy Loves You – StressedHime – Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Genji Shimada/Reader, Father!Genji Shimada/Daughter!Reader
Characters: Genji Shimada, Reader
Additional Tags: Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Genji Is Reader’s Actual Father, Reader Is Not A Minor, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Exhibitionism, Vaginal Sex, Object Penetration, Creampie, Anal Play, Sex Toys, Vibrators, Public Sex, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fluff and Smut, Bubble Bath
Summary:

Your daddy, Genji, loves you very much and does not hesitate to show it. Even if you are spoiled rotten. You’re his little princess!

(Genji is the reader’s actual father).

Your Daddy Loves You – StressedHime – Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]