Having Hanzo as a sub is almost like having a wolf on a leash.
Aloof but affectionate, so protective that he becomes jealous if you’re distracted when he comes to cuddle/seeks your attention.
Tends to sit at your feet when you’re at your desk, sofa, etc.
This man happily massages your feet for you when you come home, kissing up your calves as he does so.
Can perceive your moods easily and serves you beverages or snacks to appease you or make you happy.
Like tea if you’re stressed; sweets if you’re sad; alcohol if you want to celebrate or your favourite food when you feel homesick.
Likes to have you cuddle into him if the both of you are lounging on the bed/sofa.
Shows off his archery or swordsmanship whenever he nails a new move or technique.
You know this man would flex his muscles and stretch his arms if he knew you were watching. A little like preening under your attention.
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Secretly likes puppy play (hence the wolf on a leash) and having a tail butt plug in him as he putters around the house.
Would spend his entire life eating you out if he could. Loves tracing yours and his names on your clit.
Shibari is a must, and he loves it when you use the ropes around his body to manhandle him into position.
His weakness is trying to keep still as you play with the head of his cock. This is perhaps the best way to get some funishment in because this boy cannot stop his hips from jerking when you play with his piss slit.
Hanzo is generally pretty quiet in bed save for panting and groans and quiet moans, but if you want to make him scream, squeeze his balls and nibble lightly on the head of his cock after he’s cum. I guarantee you he’ll choke and cry out and scream his pretty little heart out.
Starts to beg very prettily only after you deny him countless times.
If you run your hands through his hair and hug his head to your chest after sex, he’ll be putty in your hands.
Genji still had two weeks of his punishment left. He was cranky. Pouty. So was Hanzo, because he had to cover Genji’s half of the woods at night. During the day, he slept like a grey stone decorated with a red and black tattoo. You couldn’t wake him for sex or affection or anything! He just grumbled and rolled over. You didn’t even see the white light of him opening his eyes. You sighed and went to work.
When you came back, you walked in on Genji emptying his seed onto Hanzo’s face while he slept. Genji heard you coming and put a finger to his lips. He smirked and waved his hand over his brother’s face, doing away with the mess.
You shook your head at him. You couldn’t believe his behaviour. He wouldn’t take his frustration out on you, just in case you were thinking of jumping on his dick. So he took it out on the one whose idea it was to leash and collar him in the first place. You were going to ask Hanzo what to do about Genji’s behaviour after he woke up. But then you thought…you could use this to your advantage. You made Genji promise he would do anything you wanted as soon as Hanzo left to patrol the woods or you would tell on him.
Hanzo got up, and you pretended to get ready for bed. The knowledge that you were deceiving him squirmed around inside you like weasels trapped inside a bag, demanding to be let out.
Hanzo left. You returned to the bedroom where Genji was waiting.
You took each step purposefully and slowly, with a gleeful grin. Genji was going to be your playtoy, your doll. You slid your tongue along the bottom of your top set of teeth. Genji visibly inhaled and squirmed on the bed a bit.
You approached the bed, and he tried to maneuver you onto his lap. He tugged and flirted and told you that it’s where you wanted to be.
“I do, but,” You didn’t care to finish the sentence for him. “Just lay there.”
You sat first on his leg. You were going to rub your clit all over his body. His thigh was perfect to grind against. You gripped the inner thigh just belong his package. You dug your fingers in until he squinted in pain. Genji cajoled you some more, but you ignored him and slid back to press your entrance to his kneecap.
You had your fill. You smiled down at Genji, getting his hopes up. You took the waist of his pants between two fingers and delicately, excruciatingly slow pulled downward. You inched your mouth towards his cock. Genji inhaled, expecting some head. You licked up the underside of his shaft instead.
Genji inhaled again in frustration, a squeak of a whine escaping his lungs on the way out.
You pressed Genji’s cock up against his stomach. He was hard, straining. He had to watch you go to work every day, devoid of his cum, and now his head was swimming with anticipation. You cupped his erection, running your palm upward, giving his head a teasing squeeze, pushing some precum out of the slit. Then continuing up his chest to his neck. You slipped your fingers underneath the collar and turned your palm, twisting the leather. It tightened, cutting into Genji’s neck.
He involuntarily tries to take a deep breath, and his cock tapped against his stomach. You had his attention. Using your other hand, you pulled his black pants down just enough to reveal his light grey testicles. You slid your clit against the soft, wrinkled skin. Genji sighed shakily.
“Fuck me,” he tries to demand.
It comes out quiet enough that you can pretend you didn’t hear and ask him to repeat himself. Genji chooses not to say it.
That’s what you thought.
You tease him some more by taking your time to touch him. You jerk his dick a few times. You caress his pale cheeks. Stick your fingers in his mouth, forcing him to open wide awkwardly to avoid piercing your skin with his red fangs.
You amuse yourself by planting kisses on his lips while he tries to breathe.
It was when you had Genji’s cock neatly tucked into your cunt that Hanzo come home early.
“What are you doing?”
Genji’s lips spread into a grin. You freeze, looking at Hanzo, because you know what you did. He morphs back from his human form into a demon with a snarl curling his lips and his white eyes squinting in anger. You weren’t in danger. But if you didn’t placate the elder brother, he would sulk and grunt at you for days.
“Not only do you coddle him-”
“Hanzo, I was taking advantage of him, I swear! It wasn’t for his benefit.”
Genji digs his nails into your hips, making your lower body twitch around as you try to stay still.
“Stop it,” you order him with a whisper, pushing his hands away.
Hanzo wasn’t satisfied with your bullshit answer. “Why was I excluded, then?”
You’re scrambling for an explanation. “Um, um, um.”
He took a step forward and crossed his arms.
“Is it that he’s more fun?”
“No! You’re,” you do some quick thinking. Maybe some compliments will help smooth things over. “You’re so nice and rough. And you last forever.”
“Longer than him?” Hanzo asks, pointing at Genji. His nose twitches indignantly.
“Ummm, yeah,” you reluctantly admit.
“Wait,” Genji cuts in. He leans his upper body up on his elbows. “Are you saying I don’t satisfy you?”
“No, that’s not it!”
“Looks like someone else has been naughty,” said Hanzo.
He glanced at Genji, who looked wary. Hanzo reached into his shirt to pull out a second collar.
“I had this in case Genji tore his off.”
Hanzo was halfway through his sentence before you understood what was about to happen. You scrambled from Genji to the edge of the bed, but he caught you with his hands around your waist, easily. He pulled you, and you fell on your back.
Hanzo appeared next to you at the side of the bed. He sat down.
“I assure you, My Beloved,” he said. He wrapped the leather collar, velvety soft on the inside, around your neck. “This is only temporary.” He shot a quick sneer at his brother with his sharp, white canines on display. “No leash. You were not as naughty,” he told you.
Genji glared back at Hanzo, shaking his head.
Hanzo’s cheeks twitched as he fought off a smirk. “I see you are already ready for me.”
Genji gives you a firm squeeze on the shoulders, holding you in place. Hanzo stripped his clothing off.
“Ruin her,” Genji said.
Hanzo took hold of the sides of your hips. He rubbed warm circles with his thumbs. How he managed to build up the tension with all-white eyes staring into yours and no irises to pin you with, had anticipation tickling up your entire being. It left behind your limp, obedient body.
This was already going too slowly for the other demon brother.
“Hanzo-”
“Do you want to switch places with her?!”
Genji cringed backwards from behind you. “No,” he said, disgusted.
Hanzo shot him a quick smirk, You couldn’t handle it, anyway. He shuffled forward, wedging his knees under your thighs. He took his cock in hand and slid it in, since you were already open from sitting on Genji just before. He pulled your legs around his body to hook in the notches of his waist.
He leaned in close and bared his fangs to you. “Are you ready for your punishment?”
You barely got a nod in before he tightened his grip on your thighs and started thrusting into your slicked pussy. Hanzo’s stomach muscles rolled with each thrust. His lips opened an inch to allow him to breathe heavily, already losing himself in how your were tight around his cock. Yet he also kept himself in control. This was your ‘punishment,’ after allm Genji amused himself by watching your writhing hips and screaming mouth for a few noisy minutes. The slapping of your bodies echoed off the bedroom walls. Then Genji inserted his fingers in your wide-open mouth. Like a well-trained pet, you closed your lips around his fingers and sucked.
He pressed a little deeper. You gagged and spluttered. You wouldn’t be struggling to take his fingers like this if Hanzo wasn’t fully occupying you with this cock, Genji thought.
“Don’t be so rough, Hanzo,” Genji chided.
“You have said before,” he paused to growl viciously and redoubled his efforts to thrust into your heat, maintaining eye contact with his brother, “that’s how she likes it.”
The realization appeared on Genji’s face before he gave a toothy grin and chuckled. Hanzo remembered the first time they took you to their home in the woods. He closed the distance between them, leaning over you, and returning Hanzo’s glare.
“You are coming along nicely, Hanzo,” he purred.
They broke eye contact to lock lips for a passionate moment. It stretched on until Hanzo pulled back away and gave him a meaningful look that also stretched until Genji caved.
“Alright, alright,” he muttered.
Hanzo gave you a breather while Genji took his place kneeling over your chest to present you his cock. A dribble of precum dangled in front of your lips.
“Be a good girl…”
You glared at him, but your head was hazy with pleasure. You were easily won over, and your lips parted an inch. Genji took a mile and pushed the rest of the way in until the head hit your tongue and smeared precum across it on the way to the back of your throat. You were used to this. You swallowed once before relaxing your throat and letting him inside. Genji smiled, seeing your lips stretched around his thickness.
What seemed like hours passed, long segments of time punctuated by the wild twitching of your hips when Hanzo forced you to orgasm, because he knew just how to rub your clit by now. Whether you thought you could handle it or not, that wasn’t his concern right now.
It was Hanzo’s opinion that Genji shouldn’t get his turn. Genji’s reverent petting of the strip of leather around your neck was enough. The younger demon was in love with the idea that you had matching collars, and babbled almost feverishly about it while fucking your mouth. Hanzo got tired of listening to this quickly.
You had had enough punishment, he decided. He hooked two thick, strong fingers into Genji’s collar and twisted his fist, much like you did earlier. But with much more force. He even pulled Genji back, forcing his back to arch, and sank his fangs into Genji’s shoulder. His cock slipped out of your mouth, and his head fell back onto Hanzo’s shoulder. He loudly moaned his release into the ceiling, warm spurts of seed landing on your face. Hanzo, likewise, moaned into Genji’s neck. He was cumming inside you, warming your insides.
Genji continues to lean against Hanzo, panting and coming down from his high.
“Hanzo.”
Hanzo bites down harder, and Genji yelps.
“But I like that,” he playfully reminds Hanzo.
Hanzo takes his teeth from Genji’s skin and pulls out of you gently. Genji gets off you. He laughs at your gelatinous state, sweaty, dazed, and splayed on the bed.
“Look at this mess you made, Hanzo. Now I am going to have to clean it up.”
“Like you mind.”
“I don’t,” Genji boasts.
He takes long laps, consuming the sticky pile of cum. You watch him, not about to do anything else. Hanzo is smoothing his hair back. They’re about to leave you to rest. That’s when you can’t help the arrogant words that come out of your mouth.
“Is that it?”
Get stops mid-lick and lifts his head to stare you down.
“That was a mistake,” he said.
Genji turned to convince to Hanzo to lay into you again, but he was one step ahead.
Hanzo firmly shoved Genji aside. The elder brother’s grey facial features were set in grim, determined lines. His eyes belied his desire, glaring brightly. He flipped you over, knocking some air out of your lungs with an ‘oof.’
Hanzo’s cock fits perfectly. Slides into place like a worn key belonging to an equally worn lock. You’re sore down there in the general area, but you don’t care. He’s enough of a gentleman to start slow. And deep, to make sure you feel all the texture of his cock sliding against your abused and sensitive insides.
Hanzo gives you one quick thrust as a warning. You whine and reach a hand forward, as if to crawl away. His hand, strong and thick-fingered, hooks into the collar and tugs. It chokes a bit.
“No,” you said, leaving your mouth open and tongue peeking over your bottom lip.
“Then sit still.”
“Hanzo, Hanzo!” Genji’s voice comes from behind and to the right of you. “I have an idea.”
“Let’s hear it. This one has earned it,” he says, referring to you.
He slows his thrusts to the gentle speed from before, giving you some relief. If not for the collar, you would be melted into a human puddle on the bed at his knees.
Genji runs his hand up your side. Evidentally, they had finished their discussion and agreed to his plan. Whatever it is. Hanzo lets go of the collar and removes his cock from your heat. That’s confusing, and Genji distracts you by taking your face in his hands. He nips at your lips with his dull front teeth, seeking entrance. You share slow, deep kisses, strangely romantic for the hard-and-fast demon. He pulls your arms around his shoulders, looping his own around your waist. There’s some wiggling, but he ends up underneath you, with you straddling his hips. The heat between you is mounting, the two of you grinding against each other. You push your breasts against his chest, seeking stimulation for your erect nipples. Hanzo only interrupts to lift your hips, spread your parts, and insert Genji’s length into you. You sit back somewhat to ride Genji in earnest, but Hanzo pushes you back down. Okay, you’re totally up for more making out.
Hanzo catches your hips as you’re mid-ride on Genji’s cock. You tense up something fierce when something slick and warm prods between your cheeks. A lot of complaining on your part, and a lot of promising to go slowly and gently on Hanzo’s part later, and he is pushing his erection into your ass.
You don’t deny the pleasure you feel at being filled and stretched in two sensitive places (your mouth doesn’t count). The nerves lining both orifices are lit up, and they fluttered involuntarily around both shafts. Giving them gentle, welcoming squeezes.
“Hold still,” Hanzo reminds you sternly.
Genji’s eyes wander around the room in boredom. You’re tense, annoyed. You slip your fingers in his collar and twist the leather carelessly, taking it out on him.
Also, you know he likes it.
“You’ve always been one of the tougher humans,” Hanzo remarks when he is all the way inside you.
He says that, but you’re afraid to move. You’re frozen in place and fisting your other hand in Genji’s black shirt.
He takes in your expression, and is the actually the one to say, “We may have gone too far.”
Hanzo grunts. “Really?”
You’re shocked. Then angry.
“No,” you say, smacking Genji’s chest. “Fuck me! Just…gently.”
Hanzo is smiling, but you don’t see it. He complies. You can’t believe you feel the sensations you are in the place they are coming from, and it has you sinking mindlessly down onto Genji’s chest. He soon joins Hanzo with own gentle upward movements. Your hand is slack inside Genji’s collar. He lets it go, because right now everything is okay. He’s still got his dick in you, after all. The heavy breathing from the demons, the quiet moans from you, and the gentle smacks of their bodies on yours. It all has you cumming quickly, with you having no choice in the matter.
Your mind blanks. You’re vaguely aware of them still using you for their own ends. You hope they finish soon. They do, and they remove themselves from you slowly and with care.
Hanzo makes plans to visit the bathhouse in his human form and then go charm your boss into giving you a day off first thing in the morning.
“She better be in the middle of a restful sleep when I get back. No more rounds.”
And with that, Hanzo was gone. Genji murmured to himself spitefully.
“I can take care of someone in more ways than one.”
You didn’t hear him from the ringing in your ears. Genji didn’t seem to notice and took one of your face cloths, wet it, and wiped the sticky remains from your body. He took care, lifting your legs or rolling you over when he needed to, not making you move at all. That’s not to say he didn’t flick gently at your nipples or squeeze the swell of your buttcheek when his hands passed by them. He was still Genji. You grumbled at him, and he laughed softly in reply.
Then it was time for Genji’s teleporting ability to come in handy. He grabbed a bucket from the house and went to work stealing bucketsful of water from hot springs in the woods. The Shimada brothers didn’t usually like to stoop to serving others, but he was pleased with his ability to get the water back before it cooled. With the bath ready, he lifted you into it. You could feel the perfectly warm water already sapping your remaining strength and replacing it with a heavy sleepiness.
“Soap,” you stated wearily, holding out a hand.
Genji placed a bar with his favourite scent in your palm. Then he went to the bed to wind down and eventually sleep on it. It was daytime, after all. You went to work cleaning your sweaty self. You think you got everything.
Turns out you fell asleep in the tub. Hanzo came home, found you slipping down into the water, and woke you up by yelling at Genji.
They were both grumbly at each other. But they listened to you when you said you would like to sleep between them.
Oni Genji’s lover would have to be fearless, stubborn, and not take any of his shit. A weaker s/o would be seen as a pet rather than a mate, and as powerful as Genji is, he wants his partner to be strong enough to defend their rank. That he chose you, a human, to be the mate of a powerful demon speaks volumes about how strong you are.
Strength of will and compassion are key among traits that Genji appreciates in you. He loves that you aren’t afraid of him and that you understand where he’s coming from. As a fairly young Oni, he does not harm the innocent and instead punishes evildoers to atone for the deeds he committed in his human life. If you can look past the monstrous visage and love the broken soul underneath, Genji will be yours forever.
He appreciates the simple things in life, like dozing in bed with you in his arms, or even sitting in the garden drinking some coffee in the morning. He doesn’t do grand gestures of affection any longer, and he prefers to show his adoration in smaller, subtler ways. He doesn’t want to paint a bigger target on your back, even though he’s fairly distant from Oni society.
Oni Genji will attempt to prolong your life through linking souls with you and cashing in favours from higher ranking Oni. He refuses to lose you after waiting a century to finally find you.
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Although he knows he cannot impregnate you while you’re human, he can’t help but cum in you every chance he gets. Genji won’t cum on your face or stomach and refuses to pull out even if you beg him to. No condom for him either since he can’t contract or pass on STIs.
He’s very rough with you all the time because he knows you can take it. Be it wrenching you from the bed to pin you face first against the wall or pulling your legs over your head to expose you to his roaming tongue, you better be ready. When he’s impatient or angry, he’ll do the bare minimum to get you ready before he penetrates you roughly. His cock is ridged and barbed in an inherently inhuman way, and is enough to make you cum hard even without his wandering hands.
Fighting and wrestling turns Genji on like no other. He expects you to struggle and fight him as you fuck. Bite him, scratch him, roll his over so you can wrap your hands around his neck while you fuck him; it’ll only rile him up more. He’ll definitely return the favour, marking your neck, shoulders and chest in a motley of bruises and scratches left from his fangs and claws.
Aftercare is a big thing for the two of you after such a wild bout of sex. Slow, sensual healing brings the two of you back to earth, making you fall deeper in love with him. He’ll slowly caress the marks he left on you, and before you fall asleep you can see him cup his hands over your bite-marks with a tender smile on his face.
A little something for @starcallerrandgrid ! May not be exactly what you were hoping for, but this is what inspired me. ._.;;;
The intensity with which Hanzo stared at your fingers while you were drawing was a little distracting. You weren’t used to such focused attention. It prickled up your skin. Yet, you were content to have him nearby, so you continued to work. Time and again, Hanzo sat by your side to watch you draw. And then paint. His dark eyes twitched in short zig-zags as he followed the lines and the colours you chose. His brows tried to meet in the middle, creating a gentle fold in the skin.
He never offered a comment unless you asked, just watched. You were still nervous, but you became used to his presence. You sank down into your own world and didn’t notice he switched from leaning on one elbow to the other. And back. That he yawned, ending it with the softest groan, curling his tongue inward before shutting his mouth.
You may have shifted positions once, while Hanzo switched elbows a dozen times. Then his chin slipped off his palm. His sagging eyelids snapped open as he mentally kicked himself. Hanzo resettled and smoothed the lick of black hair at the front of his hairline between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed his eyes and then smoothed his brows upwards. A little bit of vanity and fussiness leaking through.
An hour went by, and you took a break. You remembered Hanzo had been there when you started and looked up to find him. You looked side-to-side. Then looked down, to see Hanzo curled up and asleep at your knee, his arm around his head protectively.
You kept drawing, and Hanzo kept succumbing to his sleepiness. Until one week, you didn’t draw. Didn’t create. You weren’t feeling up to it. Hanzo noticed, and he assumed you were had just been busy while he wasn’t there.
One day, he brought it up out of the blue.
“If you’re not comfortable with me watching you sketch, you should tell me.”
“I’m not! I haven’t made anything.”
“Oh,” he said, looking sheepish. “I had just been waiting so I could watch.”
“But you fall asleep every time. Are you…are you bored?”
You searched for signs of an impending guilty admission in his features.
“No,” he said. You found none. Instead, his upper lids dipped dangerously close to his lower lids. “Lately, I cannot sleep. It’s strange, but the only thing that calms me down, that comforts me enough to let me rest, is watching you work.” He put his hand on yours and caressed your skin with his thumb. “I don’t mean to offend you. If I could stay awake to watch you create, I would.”
You came up with the best idea. You took up doodling before bedtime. Hanzo watched, his cheek smushed against your shoulder. Pretty soon he was conked out on the mattress next to you. His arm lay limply across your lap and his forehead against your hip.
You put aside your current drawing for your real one. You took an empty page, and eyeing Hanzo closely, you began to outline his face. Your fingers trembled from staring so intimately at your love’s face secretly, but you pushed on. You completed the piece bit-by-bit, hiding it each night before joining Hanzo in slumber. Pretty soon, you had a piece of art to gift to him, and the smudgy circles under his eyes were considerably faded.
Today was the day you were going to show your love the portrait. You had it printed the day before. Before going to find him, you were pulled it carefully out of its folder. Like the ninja he was, Hanzo was already behind you.
“Are you going to draw today?” he asked hopefully. A few moments of silence. “Is that…me?”
You nodded.
His chest expanded gently against your back as he took in the art you created.
“So you drew this while I was sleeping. Clever.”
You heard the smile in his voice and you smiled back. You blushed and tried to get away, but he trapped you in a loving embrace from behind.
“I love it,” he said tenderly, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheekbone, and then your jaw. Hanzo remained silent, brushing his lips along your skin, tickling your nerves that lead down your spine. He paused to ask, “Is this a bad time to make love to you?”
YOU REALLY SHOULDN’T HAVE REQUESTED THIS BECAUSE NOW I’M GOING ALL OUT ON IT!
Genji was incredibly nervous. No, incredibly nervous doesn’t describe this. Genji was absolutely downright terrified. The only time he ever got called to the couch to talk about something was when he was in huge trouble, and now that you had something you needed to bring to his attention (again) he was practically shaking underneath his mask. However, for being in trouble you sure did lack an angry expression. You looked happy– almost excited– and it was sending him all sorts of mixed signals.
You present Genji with a wrapped box and he was already about to tear into it, knowing how much your boyfriend loves presents. You place your warm hand on top of his cold ones to stop him from going any further.
“Mask off!” You demand with a smile.
He does as he’s told and removes his mask. Your smile widens into a grin when your eyes meet the scarred face you just so happened to fall in love with. Even the fangs and protruding teeth were all just something to enjoy about him– and now, you’re going to be seeing them a lot more often. That is, if your child carries Genji’s Oni traits. Regardless, just knowing you were having his child was enough for you.
You now let Genji tear into the box with a force of a thousand suns. The first thing that he sees is a small, white stick… in fact, it’s the only thing that he sees. He’s careful to pick it up with his sharpened nails and he glances over the surface. Two little lines draw themselves across a digital surface. To the left, it reads “pregnant” and “not pregnant”.
It takes only a moment to put two and two together. Then he starts to smile an incredibly fanged grin.
“The baby? Is it mine?” Genji asks.
“Well, you’re the only person who I’ve been… never mind. Yes, the baby is yours!” You meet his enthusiasm.
“It’s my baby?!” Genji asks again.
“Yes, Genji! It’s your baby!”
The Oni tackles you to the couch cushions with tears beginning to form in his white eyes. Even Soba, who was not fond of most children out of fear, was absolutely ecstatic to hear the news.
“Be careful with my stomach!” You remind him.
Genji shifts his weight almost instantaneously. Soba curls around your stomach protectively as Oni places a sprawled out hand across the fabric of your shirt.
“Mine.” Genji smiles. “No. Ours.”
You place a soft kiss to his cold lips.
“Ours.” You repeat.
A yandere!Genji, BW!Genji, commission for Anonymous! You’re a reader with a scarred face. Genji sees himself in you, sees beauty where you see ugliness and is determined to make you see what he sees.
Non-con, More like heavy Dub-Con, Mirror Sex
Steam rolled out of your bathroom like movie smoke in a pinnacle, dramatic scene. Soft yellow light flooded across your small dorm. You stood fully naked. Inticing a rush of blood to leave his head and flood his crotch. The mad rush was quelled, but only slightly when you slipped on a robe and started towel drying your hair vigorously. When your armsgrew tired, you used the towel to clear out a circle of steam from the mirror and disappeared to hang the towel up. His mind races and his heart pounds against his ribcage until you come back.
Life is so much better, so much more livable when he has an eye on you.
Genji crept open your closet door a little more. He loomed and watched you fuss over your discontented face in the mirror. An explosion on a mission, a few months back now, left permanent damage on your left cheek. Scarred tissue blanketed your neck, caressed your clavicle. Mercy prescribed you a solvent that you had been applying religiously. When she gave it to you, she made no promises. Unfortunately, not even the prodigy doctor could get rid of scars; Genji intimately knew of that, first hand.
It was overwhelming, having to process what was about to happen. To cope, you had a laser-focus on your father. His face. His expression. The slightly pursed lips and intense stare into your eyes as the officiant spoke. You don’t remember what they looked like. You said the words Genji told you to. You barely got them out in your dream-like state. Then all of a sudden you were done, and you threw the officiant a quick smile in thanks as Genji led you back out. You tightened your grip around your now-husband’s hand. A glimmer of hope and a thrill at eloping after tossing your life aside made your stomach do an excited flip. You both got back on the plane to Japan.
Genji’s first choice was originally Nepal. The peaceful village at the foot of the mountain where he lodged with Zenyatta at one point. It was home to him. The villagers wouldn’t have judged. They would have helped. But he knew in his gut that wasn’t the best place for you. There wasn’t much in the way of medical facilities, and Japan was home for you. It used to be for him, too. It felt like a lifetime ago since he lived there.
Arriving at Narita Airport, Tokyo, he felt himself fall back down into the dark place he was in while part of Blackwatch. He felt judging eyes on him as he led you through the airport. He wished people wouldn’t stand so close as you collected your baggage. He almost lost it when the customs agent gave him hassle over his Nepali passport. He even wore clothing to look less suspicious, but it didn’t help.
He was clearly Japanese, why did he have one of those? the agent had wondered.
Genji bore this to get you inside the country. Once inside, he took you to a tourist hostel because it was cheap. He checked you in as husband and wife under a fake name. With Genji’s face mostly covered, no one could easily ascertain the age difference between you.
Genji had meagre savings. He spent most of his money keeping you fed. You fussed over his health. That he was obviously stressed, and you hadn’t seen him eat. Your hormones surged, and you tried to comfort him with quick and dirty blowjobs.
“Wives take care of their husbands,” you told him, pulling his dick out in the hostel room.
It’s not that your father didn’t want you to. He was just consumed with guilt that he did this to you. Got you pregnant. And he had to take you out of Overwatch just because he couldn’t keep his urges under control. But the way you furiously rubbed your clit while sucking his cock had him cumming so quickly. Your father bit down on his lip, keeping a lid on his groan. He did feel better after you swallowed, but he excused himself to buy a pack of cigarettes to further de-stress. Smoking was an old habit that he swore he would never start again. But here he was.
Your father had told you that he went out to eat. He promised he would get some food in him. You relaxed yourself by admiring the view of Tokyo. Genji picked a good hostel. The room was small, undecorated, but it was cute. It gave the impression of no wasted space with its two sets of simple bunkbeds, small sofa, and smaller table with chair. The outward-facing wall was itself an impressive window. The streets directly below were lined with stout, angular office buildings. Orange cranes were spread all over the city. Seems a lot of construction was being done. Skyscrapers jutted out against the sky in the distance. Night fell, and they were all lit up. It was amazing.
Genji returned, but he didn’t make a noise until he spoke your nickname, unconsciously using his ninja skills.
“‘Tousan?” you said, turning around. “Did you eat?”
“Yes.”
It was the truth. Still, his eyes were sunken, darting away every so often, looking for intruders that he knew weren’t there. The corners of his lips curled downward more sharply than before.
There was something unspeakably upsetting about it. You relied on your father for so much of your life lately. Love, sex, food, shelter. Comfort. You don’t know where you’d be if he couldn’t provide those things. Genji read your face before you could hide how you felt.
He took a step toward. “We will be fine.” He offered his hand. “Come on. Do you want to walk around a bit?”
You gave him a small smile and walked with him to the elevator. You chatted on the ride down about being back in Japan. How it felt familiar for you but still sorta weird.
“Oh! Let’s get sushi!” you exclaimed, when you got to the street.
Genji chuckled.
“Let me find some work first.”
“Sure, ‘Tousan.”
Your father wrapped his hand around the far side of your head to pull you in for a kiss on your cheek, giving you that tiny, uplifting thrill. My daddy loves me.
“Don’t let anyone hear you call me that,” he whispered.
Oh, right. You were supposed to be man and wife. But you took a step away and spun around, holding your arms out. “Who? There’s no one here.”
You had him there.
You were quiet, looking around at the tiny shops lining the street. Genji took the opportunity to pull his cigarettes from his pocket and light one.
“That was one habit I never picked up,” you said.
“Good girl,” he said, exhaling smoke out the side of his mouth.
“You’ll quit for the baby?”
He nodded.
“This is just until we find our footing.”
You nodded back.
“Hey,” you said after a minute of silence.
“Hmm?”
“Do you wear that, uhhh, cover,” you gestured to your lower body, “when you wear pants? Or do you go commando or whatever?”
“I am wearing it. Why?”
The end of the cigarette lit up orange as he inhaled through it.
“Maybe you shouldn’t…”
You walked closer, fell to your knees, and pawed at his thighs pleadingly.
“Can I suck it again? Daddy?”
Genji eyed you. He should have said no, but you just wanted to help. He shouldn’t push you away.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he said, while loosening the plate keeping his cock tucked away and safe. He pushed his pants down just enough.
His cock was half-hard already from your words. He held your chin and fed his cock into your hungry mouth. Your daddy saw the glaze come over your eyes and started to thrust lazily into your mouth, taking hard drags on the cigarette. Panting the smoke out his nose and pursed lips.
Genji’s public kink made this quick and easy. He made the face that signalled his end, and you eyed him triumphantly with the ego-boost one gets from victories over their parents. You swallowed his cum, then made a face, tongue hanging out. Gross. He chuckled and took you back to the hostel.
You couldn’t escape the smell of smoke within the confines of the elevator. You stepped away and lightly punched his arm. Then shook your hand, because that stung from hitting his armour.
“’Tousan, you stink.”
You expected a quip back, but he deflated and apologized softly. You raised your eyebrows.
“That’s all you got?”
He gave you a ghost of one of his usual smirks.
“I may be your husband, but I am also your father. It’s early bedtime for you, with no blowjobs for dinner.”
You giggled. “Really?” He really just said that?
“Really.”
“Alright, then,” you said, rolling your eyes.
Genji pulled you close as you left the elevator to head to the room.
“You seem to think that you can get away with much since we got here,” he growled quietly, but not terribly unkindly.
“’Tousan,” you whispered back meekly. “We don’t have to hide our relationship here,” you explained.
It was freeing. You’d been poor before. You could handle that. Hiding your true feelings was worse. He stopped you just in front of the hostel room door. He made you face him, looked into your eyes with his concerned, dark ones.
“We do have to hide. Tracking is one of the basic skills of an assassin. I am surprised your uncle hasn’t found us yet.” Genji unlocked the door and went inside, with you following. “In fact, we should move on tomorrow.”
“But-”
“No!” he all but yelled. Your father saw how dejected you looked. That was the closest he had come to yelling at you. “You don’t understand,” Genji continued. He hugged you to his body. “Sorry about the yelling. I’m stressed.”
The embrace blissfully stretched on and melted any stress from both your bodies. After a few minutes, you squeezed his waist.
“Daddy, you know what relieves stress…?”
He groaned.
“I raised a slut.”
You nodded wholeheartedly. “You did.” This was his fault.
He sighed. “What I must put up with…”
You got grins and aroused growls from your father when you suggested he take you pressed against the window. He discarded his crotch plate onto the carpet. His hips ground against your ass as you leaned with your forearms against the large window. You gazed at the city surrounding the hostel, lit up and alive in the night.
“I needed this,” he breathed. “You are right.”
Still grinding, his cool hands ran up and down your sides. They reached your breasts, squeezing them hard in big handfuls. Making your breathing heavy.
“Daddy, I needed this, too.
You needed that connection only created by lovemaking. A dick in your mouth isn’t the same as a dick in your cunt, not by far. With that, you took off your top and bra. Your father pulled down your bottoms and underwear, you stepping out of them. He ran his hands down your body one last time at the sight of you standing naked at the window for the whole city to see. Admiring the curves of your silhouette.
The warm, slick tip of his cock poked at your ass cheek.
"Daddy needs a favour,” he asked, gripping your hips. “I need you to take me without any prep.”
“Go ahead, Daddy.” You rubbed your ass back against his bobbing erection subserviently.
“I’ll go slow, My Beautiful.”
You looked back over your shoulder to watch the concentration as he spread your cheeks to fit the head just inside. The tip thrust shallowly in and out, getting you used to the stretch. You caught yourself from melting to the floor. Genji worked his way deeper inside you. You whined a bit from the stretch, but you made sure to mutter, “Don’t stop.”
Genji set a medium pace once he was satisfied with the depth he reached. Your expression was sleepy, listening to the gentle tap of his hips against your rear.
“I love you, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
Genji pulled your hips back, making you stand on tip-toes or fall. He was in love with your curves and nudity glowing in the light of the room against the darker backdrop of Tokyo.
“This is your new punishment. Stay standing until I’m done with you. Or if you cum first. I’m not a mean daddy.”
The window had multiple smudgy handprints on it from multiple attempts to find balance and also reach your clit. Your tense, shaky thighs were ready to give in, but you hadn’t finished yet.
“Daddy,” you pleaded, breath fogging the window in a small circle in front of your face.
“Cum, and we can stop, Beautiful.”
You groaned and let your forehead rest against the glass. How Genji could remain composed in such a situation, you didn’t know, and it wasn’t fair. It never was, but you loved it. Lived for this. Even if Ojisan found out, you’re not sure you could stop.
Genji pushed forward, wrapped his arms around your body, and thrust hard into your cunt. Your father finally showed how this was making him feel. A few low and husky moans escaped his chest before he slammed his mouth shut. Straining and gritting his teeth, “Come on, now, Beautiful Girl. It’s your bedtime.”
“No,” you squeaked.
He pushed you flush against the glass, pounding into you. His forehead rested against your shoulder. The sweat coating your body stuck you against the window. And lucky it did, too. Your feet and legs went to jelly, and your arms dangled at your sides.
“I…said…cum…”
You arched back against Genji’s body, tensing all over. He cried out as your cunt squeezed his length. His warm seed coated your insides, dribbled down a bit on your inner thighs.
You fell back onto his chest, and he caught you.
“That was better than usual,” he murmured. A few quiet, intimate moments passed before he helped you upright. “Bathtime!”
You gave that a long, drawn-out whine.
The baths were separated by sex, and you couldn’t go together. You got dressed and took a change of clothes with you to the bathing facilities. They had the more traditional way to wash yourself with the low stool and the bucket. You preferred the shower with a curtain to block out any stairs from the old ladies currently bathing. You didn’t need anyone to see the cum leaking out of you. You skipped the large, hot bath as well, assuming Genji would want you back to the room asap. The hot shower had been a such a relief, you almost cried. Heading back to the room, you could think of nothing else but going to bed.
Tomorrow, you had to leave the hostel and its pretty view. You took one last look at the bright, yellow-dotted office buildings. Everything was so far away. It made your current problems seem that way, as well.
Oh, dear anon, you’re speaking my language here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I had to do a little research on yonic massage to make sure I understood it correctly, so I hope it’s what you were looking for!! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ Thanks for being patient while I worked on this ❤️
Genji tries to teach his female SO a little bit about meditation, but she’s having some trouble. So, he suggests an alternative approach… NSFW below the cut!
Imagine you’re fast asleep. Settled all snug and warm in bed, snuggling with your darling doggy McCree. However, he’s having trouble sleeping. He’s restless but he doesn’t know why. He tosses and turns, only feeling somewhat comfortable when pressed up against you, yet he still can’t get himself to sleep. He decides to burrow himself under the covers and rest his head on your stomach. He takes a moment to listen to you breathe and this seems to calm him for a bit until he catches a whiff of your scent. Trapped under the covers, your natural scent was much stronger and McCree couldn’t help but let out a pleased growl when he got a good whiff. His tail gently thumped against the bed as he inched further down, wanting to smell from the source.
McCree gets down to your clothed sex and licks his lips in anticipation before pressing his nose against it. His body trembles as he takes a deep breath in, eyes rolling back as he lets out a relieved sigh. You smelled so good. McCree chooses to settle there, keeping his nose pressed against your crotch, his tongue occasionally darting out in an attempt to taste you.
He isn’t quite sure when he fell asleep, but he did. With his face nestled between your legs. He wakes up to find you hugging his face with your thighs, and you won’t let him go until he makes up for all the teasing he did to you last night.
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