Tag: female reader

Between the Heroes

All Might gives you a quick jerk, making you yelp. You’re down on all fours, fully-speared, and at the mercy of his thick cock, big enough as fitting of someone of his stature. It’s more stimulation than you can handle, so Genji on your supports your chin up with two of his fingers. The pads on the fingers are soft, giving you no discomfort.

“Are you alright?” he asks, his voice deep with concern.

“Uhuh,” you state dumbly.

“I have faith. She can handle us,” All Might beams, voice deeper than Genji’s and more confident. He extends a hand towards the other man, a cooperative gesture. The other large hand spread open on your backside. “I would love to pick her up and ravage her right here, but I want to hear your input, first.”

You would love that, too, being crushed against his chest with one of his massive arms and bounced on his cock until you drooled. Genji brushed his thumb along your bottom lip. You opened your lips to suck on its tip.

“A good man inside the bedroom as well, I see,” Genji says, with a cock of his head and a slight curl of his lips.

All Might chuckles. “I see no need to be greedy.”

Genji, having decided what he desires from you, nods to All Might and mutters something in Japanese to him. The larger man, twice as large as the cyborg, brings his hips. You feel every inch as he drags his cock from your cunt’s tight, slick embrace. He pushes back in just as slow, having mercy on you.

“Ah that feels good,” he whispers to himself.

His thumb withdrawing from your mouth, Genji’s fingers grip your jaw. Your mouth stays open to accommodate your soft moans. There’s no way you could be on the end of a fucking from All Might and be quiet about it. Genji inserts his smaller cock into your mouth. All Might roughly jerks his hips then, and your eyes roll back and you struggle not to let your teeth come down on what’s filling your mouth.

Genji knows you won’t be able to do much, so he does it for you. He cradles your jaw and pushing forward until you gag. It’s a choked sputter, but All Might shoots Genji a thumbs-up, still having faith in you. Genji brushes your tears away. He’s gentle, you would have gladly been used and abused for a few hours. Whatever they wanted to do.

Genji’s cock saws in and out, the leaking tip pressing on your tongue. You try and fail to swallow down the salty taste.

“You take me so well.”

All Might echoes the praise. You glance up at Genji’s face. He breathes heavily, his tongue peeking from just behind his lower lip.

“Keep looking at me, Baby Girl. I wanna see it your eyes.”

You don’t know what he was seeing, you without a thought in your head. The lust darkening his eyes sucked you in. That’s when your limbs started to fail you.

“Don’t worry,” All Might told you with a hand on your back.

Genji was happy to lie beneath you, your arms loosely grasping his thighs and sucking his cock with your nose bumping his pelvis. You clutched his thighs tighter, All Might choosing that time to pick up the pace. He picks up both hands to give Genji double thumbs-up.

“Ha, ha, ha! No hands!” He grins.

Your thighs start sliding outward. All Might has to support your hips, and he pulls you back to fuck you faster. He tosses his head back and puffs, outwardly showing the heat building in his lower belly. The wall of muscle flexes and rolls with each thrust.

Genji draws your attention from All Might pounding your cunt by putting a hand on each cheek. He thrusts up into your mouth. You let your eyes close, letting it be just you and the two cocks. Your drool is oozing slowly onto Genji’s balls.

All Might is losing his mind over the wet mess he’s making you, still tossing his head. He continues to thrust into your warm tightness, and his wide shoulders start to cave towards you. He struggles not to lean all his weight on you, his fingers digging in and then relaxing again. He slicks back his blond hair to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The twin tufts at his hairline spring back up.

The pleasure is building for all three of you. It’s addicting, everyone wishing it would last forever. All Might is reaching his limit, however.

“We…we should wrap this up, eh?” he pants.

Genji, watching his cock slip in and out of your lips closely,  replies, “Surely, you should be able to last as well as your reputation?”

“Ha,” he laughs, “yes. Maybe I can last, uh, a little longer…”

That starts a friendly rivalry. All Might is producing all sorts of grunt, groans, and moans, not backing down. Genji struggles next, trying so hard not to explode into your mouth. His back bows upward, and he grits his teeth, teetering on the edge and it’s sweet. His tense body can only manage short thrusts into your mouth. His mouth had run ahead of his sense. He’s about to lose to All Might.

All Might is inching you forward with his powerful hips. It snaps you out of your stupor. If these two want another fuck, they can have it. For now, you’re done. Before the hero behind you can push you too far, you take ahold of Genji’s hips sink down on his cock and suck. It pulses against your tongue, then expands to gush up into your throat. It’s too much for your gag reflex. You pull up and cough some up, cum flowing down in sticky, white strings down onto the source.

Genji’s too boneless to care about the mess you made of his deflating cock. It sits flaccid on top of his balls, a fleshy contrast to the rest of his cybernetic body.

All Might goes hard on your cunt, the veins and soft edges of his cock ravaging your sensitive spots. You’re his loudly moaning fleshlight. He admires your with his hands along your curves one last time. Then he bites down, almost crushing teeth to white dust. He quietly fills you to the brim with his seed. Fills you until your tummy bulges outward a little. He then sits back to bask in the little glory to be had of winning.

Genji maneuvers you onto your side next to him. All Might lies on your other side, on his side. His mouth stretches slowly into an admiring grin, his eyes darting around your face and body. He spreads a hand over your little bulge, a proud father of your cum-baby.

Day 22 – Cuckolding

Genji can be so serious sometimes. One moment, playful to the point of annoyance, but as soon as it was time to train, he was too busy for you. He put his foot down, even in your time of need. It was just sex, he pointed out. Ironic for him to be saying so. You held fast to his leg as he tried to leave, you being dragged along the carpet as he walked.

“I must be ovulating or something, c’mon! Don’t leave me here with just my toys!” you pleaded.

“Anyone who calls themselves my love can do without me for a small time,” he teased.

You whimpered and whined, and he still left, walking out the door saying, “Jesse’s free.”

You sat up, your interest piqued.

He was attractive enough, in his rough-and-tumble way. He was polite enough, in all the times you interacted with him. It was enough to light the fire, and you approached him with your problem. He could solve it, with a whole pack of condoms.

Jesse was single right now, and so he grinned at the chance. You shed your confining clothes, to his impressed whistle. Next, he tried to initiate some foreplay. The tickle of his facial hair and his hot, roaming hands just made you want to scream for him to get on with it. Your thighs gripped him tight, drawing him in, and he had to pry you off to get room to penetrate you.

“You sure Genji won’ mind us goin’ again?”

“He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine,” you grabbed the top of his mussed hair and pulled him closer. “Let’s go! Don’t stop until I say.”

The slick mess that your sex was, his cock slid right in from behind. The previous rounds had you stretched perfectly for his thickness to fit. You melted back down onto the bed in relief. You weren’t complete without something stuffed in there.

“You’re insatiable, eh?” he asked, pulling his hips back to set a slow pace.

You meet his suffocatingly lustful gaze with as blank of a look as you can manage. You didn’t come here to flirt.

“You’ll do,” you replied, lying back down.

“Aww, c’mon. I know you thought about me before now. Maybe when the ninja’s dickin’ you down, a few thoughts a’ me sneak in there….?”

The amount that Jesse talked, it was exhausting. But your cunt was a ravenous mistress and the cowboy was tasty enough.

“Wouldja look at me,” he drawled, “reduced to a fucktoy.”

“You don’t sound unhappy about that.”

He snorted. “Maybe I’m into it.”

You closed your eyes and let soft pants out of your mouth. Jesse’s hips made equally soft slaps against your rear.

“That was just a trot, Honey,” he purred. “Are you ready for a gallop?”

You burst out laughing and swung an arm behind to give him a smack.

“Don’t ruin it with your cowboy jokes! And yes, fuck me harder.”

With a hand gripping your hip, he fucked into you faster. You arched your hips back, offering your cunt up for him to pound.

“Fuck, you need this don’t you?”

You can’t find the word to retort, so he continues.

“Speechless, this time? My cock fucked the words outta you?”

Maybe. You don’t care to correct him. The sound of your bodies colliding is shameful, and you live for it. It’s the right stuff to have the pressure building for another peak. Jesse continues to ramble with his dirty talk. All of the stimuli blends together near the home stretch, and he keeps going like you told him.

You reach back to squeeze his thigh, and squeak out, “Harder!”

He finds it in him to do so, still bragging to no one. It’s enough to end it, and you shout as he fucks you through it.

He’s puffing on a fresh cigarillo while you’re trying to pull your senses together.

“Again?” he asks.

“I thought you were nervous.”

“Being killed for good pussy isn’t the worst way to go.”

What about fem!reader and Genji sneaking off at a party to go do the dirty?

thegenjicorner:

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

i rlly liked ur s76 & reaper as the main event as a bdsm party omg!!! so could i request the dame scenario but w genji and/or hanzo?? ilysm and congrats on 400 followers!!!!

shes-claws-deep:

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. 

shes-claws-deep:

During a hybrid’s heat/rut, we all know that they won’t stop until they nut and fill you to the brim with your seed. But what if you, as the owner, go into a heat of your own? Spurred by your boy Hanzo’s fierce desire to make sure you don’t know where he ends and you begin, you get super horny too. 

In fact, you get so horny that when he finally knots you after some time of frantically fucking you, you’re not satisfied by his admittedly admirable effort. You’re on the brink of orgasm when he shoves his knot inside you and cums, leaving you hanging as he trembles to a stop and pins you in place.

Ah, but you’ve prepared yourself for this.

Vibrator to the rescue! Hanzo shivers when he sees you let it buzz to life – in anticipation or in fear, you have no idea. But at this point, you don’t really care either. You press the head to your clit and moan in relief, rocking on his knot and digging the nails of your free hand into his ass to keep him balls deep at all times. In a matter of seconds, the powerful vibrator sends you over the edge and you cum with a cry that’s quickly echoed by Hanzo’s high pitched whimpers when you clench and milk his trapped cock.

Unfortunately for your toy boy, you don’t stop there. Why have just one orgasm when you can have as many as you want? Especially since you have him right where you want him. 

Immediately, Hanzo starts to beg for mercy, trying to dislodge his huge knot from your clenching pussy desperately. No more, no more, he can’t take any more! It’s getting too sensitive and –

With a howl, the wolfdog orgasms out of the blue, his knot swelling back up and keeping him locked in to prevent his new wave of cum from slipping out of you. You laugh and wind your legs around him. 

“Too bad, doggy,” you tut at him, pressing the vibe back onto your throbbing clit so you can clamp down on him again.

“Please,” he begs with tears in his eyes. “Please, it’s too sensiti-” 

Hmmm…

Maybe after one more.

Day 20 – Hot Dogging w/ Dirty Talk

“Up, Baby, up!” you ordered, tapping the underside of Reinhardt’s butt cheek.

He corrected the position of his rear, it rising higher in the air. You could see from behind that his enormous package hung between his legs. A good boy keeps his cock on display for his mistress. You grasped your strapon and stroked it, as if you could feel it. Your hand was between his thighs then, tugging on his cock and his balls, like you were milking a cow. You didn’t want any milk from this cock just yet. Not yet. You didn’t put his dick away in a cage for two weeks just to let him cum without some fun on the way.

“Such a good man,” you praised. “Not once did you touch yourself, hmm?”

“No, Mistress,” he was quick to answer. He lived for the purr of your voice when you were pleased with him.

“I just love hearing you say that.” Your voice was seductively-fragranced honey in his ear. “Call me that again.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He grunted softly at each touch, especially to his cock. You barely got your hand around the whole thing, but he felt it all the same. His white hair stuck out in all directions in cute little spikes. His good eye was glazed and lips parted. You held complete sway over this man, twice your size…or more. His meaty ass looked so juicy, you just had to slide the strapon between them. It was perfect, how it fit between the two little mountains of muscle. You moved your hips up and down, admiring the lovely slide.

“What if I just did this to you, My Pet? Maybe you don’t need to cum tonight.”

The poor, neglected man could not stand the teasing. He backed up into the dildo, whining–as much as his deep voice really could. “Mistress, please. Have pity,” he begged, the last two words he forced from his lungs. Like a dying man, needing your cock pounding his ass to continue living.

Your firm hand bounced off his left cheek. His cock jumped at the slapping sound.

“This is your last warning before I put my dick away, and you get none,” you said.

“How could you be so cruel?” he whispered, almost to himself.

This was the good stuff, that tortured plea. Seeing the formidable, honourable, man hunched and prostrate as much as his frame would allow. He may be trying to convince you to give him some slack, but it made you just want to turn it up a notch just to see what would happen.

You stood up on your knees and draped your body on his back. You growled in your throat, revelling in the warmth of his body and the pretty scars that cut across his back. Evidence of his eager participation in honourable battles. The strapon was still between his cheeks, but this time pointed downward. You made humping-movements, the head of the dildo sliding downward and poking his scrotum. Still teasing.

Reinhardt whimpered, feeling it was going to be a long night.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 9

Genji took the awkwardness away himself, when he chose to spy on you outside your home. He knew he shouldn’t. He really did. But he had to see what he hadn’t in years.

The next time you met, it was inside a local cafe/diner. He covered himself in sweats, a hoodie, even a baseball cap under the hoodie to shade his face. He put gloves over his inhuman hands. The area you lived in happened to not be welcoming to omnics, so all Genji could present was his bare skin. Very uncomfortable, he sunk into a short meditation while waiting for you and barely said a word to the waitress when she asked him if he wanted coffee. You nearly tripped over the fake, laminate tile when you saw Genji’s bare face, a face you hadn’t seen in ten years. The state of it. It was definitely him under all the imperfections. You calmed yourself by the time you made it to his table. After awkward greetings, Genji immediately asked about the little boy.

“What is his name?”

You blushed deeply. “I thought you were dead.”

“You still do not believe me?”

Genji thought you stilled doubted who he was.

“No,” you said. “That’s not it.”

“Then tell me.”

You didn’t appreciate the way he phrased that, like an order. But he wasn’t your obedient husband anymore, and that fact was a painful lump in your stomach.

“Okay.” You paused. “His name is Genji.”

“Oh.”

“Yup.”

“You thought I was dead, so you…”

“Named him after you, yes.”

“I see,” Genji said, distantly. “You had more respect for me than I previously thought.”

You considered your words carefully, not ready to be fully honest.

“I didn’t mind being married to you,” was all you would give him for now.

“I did not mind, either,” he replied.

His words made their home in your heart, as much as that made you nervous.

“If it is alright with you, I would like to meet him. My son.”

So he figured it out.

“I forgot you’re smart,” you sighed.

“He looks the age our child would be if you were pregnant when I left.”

“‘Left’ is an interesting way to describe it. Although,” you mused, “he likes mechas and robots, so he’s probably going to find you cool.”

Genji leaned over the table, with the first bright smile of the night.

“Really?!”

You held up a hand. “Don’t get too excited. I’ll decide when you’re ready to meet Genji, Jr.”

You didn’t tell him, but seeing his smile settled it. He looked so much like the old Genji, and some of the old feelings came rushing back. He had to meet his son. He wanted to, which you were not expecting. Not if he was the old Genji, but it was too obvious that he wasn’t. Your son needed a second parent that wasn’t his aunt, uncle, or grandparent. Provided that they got along. If Genji bailed on his son, well, then you had those other family members to help. And someone to never let into your life again.

Genji watched you with an unnamed emotion in his gaze.

Over the years, he had kept you in his mind. Slowly raised you on a pedestal, if he were honest with himself. Sorely missing the comfort of your authority, he had constantly been on the verge of losing control in Blackwatch. After he left Overwatch, he wandered the world searching for what he was not comfortable having with anyone else. Genji wanted, needed, a master (not the kind that Zenyatta was, but it certainly helped), but he was wary of getting too close to anyone. You may not be the same image of the beauty he had been carrying in his mind all these years, but you were a different kind of beautiful, he found. A quietly confident, devoted mother. Sacrificing a large chunk of her life for who he just learned was his son. His heart sang quietly to him of love. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he wanted to try. To return the effort you put in ten years ago, fivefold.

“Do you remember when we first met? When I was sober?”

“Mhmm.”

“I laid eyes on you. You were perfect, and I was so angry. Because I thought you were too good to be true. But you turned out be someone who wanted to try in the marriage.”

“And you were a good boy,” you added.

“I was. That surprised me. I was too busy enjoying it to express it, though.” Genji wasn’t finished. “Do you remember the pet names I had for you?”

You made a face.

“Do you know what I was trying to say every time I said one…?” he asked.

“No,” you said humourlessly. “You’re talking pretty romantic for a man who just walked back into my life after ten years.”

“Fair enough,” he conceded. He had forgotten about the time you needed.

You got creative with that time and asked Genji to search for a perfect present for little Genji. His father was up to the challenge. You could get used to the idea of him being back in your life in the meantime.

Day 19 – Cock-Warming

You were the kind of tired, yet horny, where you wanted some dick, but didn’t want to go through the whole activity of sex. Genji couldn’t resist you wanting his dick, either. He was supposed to be meditating. It was important that he keep up the habit.

Some begging with your eyes, and Genji easily relented. He acted like he was doing you a favour, but you know he’d love you to keep his cock warm. He sat you on his lap, with your back on a pile of pillows. His legs crossed beneath your butt.

You lay back with your legs open. Genji’s cocked was tucked inside, joined to your love at your most intimate parts. By all appearances, you were ready to get fucked, but you lacked the energy. He inched his seat back and forth, getting comfortable. You let out a pleased moan at the gentle tugging at your entrance.

“You have to be a good girl,” he said, waving the two fingers sprouting from his fist at you. “Don’t move.”

You could hear it in his voice that he knew you wouldn’t keep still, and that it was funny already to him. Just having his thickness inside you, pushing your walls outward, filling you up, it was building the heat down inside for you. You needed just a little movement. Just a little, but you didn’t dare even wiggle in case Genji took away his cock. Your inner muscles squeezed his cock almost of their own accord.

“Ah,” Genji scolded, opening an eye.

As if he wasn’t enjoying it, too. You squeezed him again just to be contrary.

Genji gazed down at you, in your defiant and horny state. “I can see this was not going to work.”

He put a hand to your stomach and pulled his half-hard cock out. Too quickly, to your protesting cry of his name. It didn’t hurt, but you felt like you’d been revved like a lawnmower.

“Sorry,” he murmured. He put both hands on you. “Just let me,” he maneuvered you onto your side and lay behind you, “move you….”

You lay there, waiting for him to figure himself out. He lifted your leg and thrusted his cock into your cunt with several movements. It was stiff enough for him to work it in. You whined, arching against him, getting the stimulation you wanted.

“Don’t get too excited.”

Genji closed an arm around your body and pulled you closer. His breath warmed your neck. You were snug and safe in your love’s arms, but teased by his stillness.

“But, Baby,” you whined.

“Sleep,” he told you.

Fine, you thought, but not really annoyed.

You both went quiet. You amused yourself by squeezed down on his cock and feeling its hardness fluctuate within you. You did this for a while, humming to yourself. Genji was enjoying himself, the gentle hugging of your sex around his cock. But every time he started dropping to sleep, you jarred him awake.

“Let me sleep!” Genji suddenly groaned.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 8

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An ever inquisitive child, your son wanted to know about everything, including where you were going every time you went out. You called the babysitter to come over the day you were going to meet this mystery man. Your son wasn’t stupid; he knew what the babysitter’s arrival meant.

“Where are you going with the naked man?” he asked you.

His hair was black like Genji’s, but it was always a mess. You attempted to smooth it one last time and kissed the top of his head before going out the door.

“Wait here for Mommy to get home. I need to speak to someone. If he’s not a bad guy, you’ll get to meet him.”

“Who is he, Mommy?”

“I need to make sure it’s safe, Baby. That’s the last I’ll talk about it.”

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