This is a rewrite of something on here that was bad, I deleted but please enjoy this one. Read-more for length.
You gave a slight hum as you walked through the kitchen, your Overwatch comm stuffed into the garbage bin finally after so many years. It felt relaxing almost as if you threw out cuffs you didn’t know were tightly latched onto your wrists.
You knew he was going to come, there was no way that cyborg would let you accept such a fate with a small button press. You didn’t expect him to be so damn quick thought, maybe they were so certain that you would say yes that they sent someone to get you.
“Why did you decline the recall?” Genji demanded behind you, you felt a cold anger radiate from him.
“Why would I accept?” you calmly said, looking at the dough in the oven to watch it rise in the heat.
“Because it’s the right thing?”
“What does the right thing matter anymore?” you couldn’t help the anger that filled you, making you snap at him, “I don’t want to be lectured by a man who ran the first chance he got.”
Your body curled up next to Genji’s, the cyborg peering at you with his mask off. Your body curled up into itself and he gently brushed your cheek with a gentle touch. Your eyes began to slowly flutter awake, seeing the cyborg peering at you.
“Hello,” he said in a hushed breath, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You get enough sleep?”
You nodded, shifting your naked body even closer. His fingers gently curled around your cheek as you nuzzled against his scarred nose, your breath brushing against the skin of his cheek.
McCree x Reader, Genji x Reader, Hanzo x Reader (separate)
McCree
You sat at your desk, taping your pencil on the open notebook laid out in front of you. Yes, it was quite old fashioned to be using pencil and paper to write and sketch out ideas, but it always helped to express the way you wanted things.
You had been up late into the night, lead dragging across paper as you focused on your work; your tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration. You hadn’t bothered to glance at the clock, finding no particular need to as the dark night sky could be seen through a window.
“This doesn’t look right…” You mumbled to yourself, eyes scanning over the strokes, tilting your head to the side, your lip between your teeth.
“Darlin’,” The oh-so-familiar southern accent filled your ears, pulling you away from your work, “What are ya doin’ up?”
“Huh?” You spun around in your chair, facing the male who stood behind you — or now in front — dressed in his pajamas.
He leaned against the doorway, letting out a soft yawn, his sleepy eyes catching yours.
“I was just finishing up somethings,” You began nodding your head to your work, “I was gonna be heading off once I finished.”
Jesse pouted his bottom lip before stepping in, taking hold of your wrist, lifting your hand to meet his lips. You blushed at the gesture, eyes widened as you hesitantly pulled away.
“Ya need to take better of yaself, Darlin’. I know ya wanna finish yer project, but sleep is more important.” He said, a displeased tone hinting in his words.
You sighed, slowly nodding your head, “Fine, but let me finish this real quick and I promise I’ll head off to bed, okay?” You tried to make a deal.
Jesse stayed quiet, “Okay. Then off to bed with ya.” He mumbled.
You smiled softly, “Goodnight.” You stood up, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, the male soon returning one.
“Goodnight, Darlin’.” He tiredly spoke, hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head up, connecting his lips to yours.
You felt butterflies dance around in you stomach — having never kissed Jesse before. Your cheeks heated up significantly more than when he placed his lips on the back of your hand. You kissed him back before pulling away, being met with a sleepy grin from Jesse.
“Goodnight.”
Genji
You shot awake, heart racing and covered in sweat. You held your hand to your chest, gasping for air as you tried to calm your beating heart.
‘Another nightmare.’ You thought, groaning as you sat up.
It all seemed so real; being in a battle with Talon, your comrades beside you until they all began to perish, falling at the feet of Talon soldiers. Your boyfriend, Genji, had protected you, shielding you from the rain of bullets that came down on you, violently yelling at you to run before he too crumbled to the ground.
You rubbed your eyes, tears caressing your skin. The thought of losing everyone, losing Genji, was painful. The dream had driven you to tears; imagining the people you loved and cared for had died in battle with the enemy.
Slowly, you peeled back your blankets, shivering as your heated skin came in contact with the cool air. You shuffled around in the dark, stepping into your slippers before leaving your room, hearing the door shut behind you.
You made your way to Genji’s quarters, always being comforted with his presence — especially at a time like this. You gave a small knock on his door, careful not to wake anyone that could be up. You waited for a few minutes, rubbing the back of your arm.
The door before you opened, revealing the cyborg. His faceplate was gone, leaving his captivating, ambers eyes and scar-littered skin vulnerable under your eyes.
“Another one?” Was all he said, receiving a nod from you, “Come here.” He murmured, arms wide for a hug.
You took it, your arms coming up to wrap around his middle, your face in the crook of neck.
“That bad?” He asked, his hand stroking the back of your head, fingers tangling in a few locks of your hair.
You nodded again, squeezing him tighter as your mind flashed the image of him dying, wrenching your heart.
“Want to talk about it?”
You paused before shaking your head no, “Not right now.”
He could tell you were shaken up, particularly used to you showing up at his door at night after a nightmare. Your quivers bottom lip, trembling shoulders and tear-stained cheeks were enough to tell him.
“Then let’s get inside.” He said, guiding you to his bed.
You laid down, doing your ritual — whenever you came into his room after the nightmares — kicking your slippers off and crawling under the covers, pulling Genji down to lay beside you.
You both stayed together in silence for a few moments; nothing awkward, it was just you both basking in each other’s company. His arms were around you, holding you close to his body, chin resting on top of your head.
“Thank you.” You mumbled softly.
“No need to thank me. I’m glad to do this.” He said, his thumb gliding over your shoulder.
You looked up into his eyes, immediately noticing the affection they held before leaning in, pressing your lips to his. Genji automatically melted in, a first surprised by your sudden confidence to kiss him, but that was soon washed away.
The kiss was sweet; holding many unsaid words behind it, expressing how you both felt.
You both pulled away, eyes heavy lidded before moving in closer; no space between your bodies. Your head returned to the base of his neck, tangling your legs with his before slowly drifting off to sleep, knowing full well the nightmares wouldn’t touch you while in Genji’s arms.
Hanzo
Today Hanzo was set to travel back to Hanamura on a mission. It was said that their was Talon movement sighted there and there was a need for stealth.
The Shimada brothers had volunteered themselves without hesitation; it was once there home, no matter how many dark memories took place there.
You bit your lip at the news, hearing your boyfriend and his brother were to be leaving in the next few hours to come. You hadn’t seen him all day, knowing he was currently preparing for his departure. Everyone knew how this mission could turn for the worse; Talon capturing the brothers and try to draw information out of them using different methods.
You were scared. Not at the thought of them giving away information on Overwatch, knowing full neither of them would ever speak no matter how agonizing the forms of torture were. No, you were scared of Hanzo falling at the feet of a low Talon soldier. You were scared of losing him.
You paced back and forth, your nails becoming shorter and shorter as time inched by, your teeth taking away bits as your mind reeled different scenarios in your head — each one of them negative and making your heart rate pick up.
You had faith that they would come back unharmed, but you still feared for their safety; no other teammates to rely on and no backup to arrive when things got hairy — it would just be Genji and Hanzo.
You heard the call over the speakers, Athena announcing the amount of time until the brothers’ departure.
‘Only 5 minutes.’ You repeated to yourself, making your way to where the boys currently loaded their ship with supplies.
You caught sight of Hanzo, his hair tied back with a deep blue ribbon you had gifted him a few weeks after your first date. Your heart fluttered as he looked up to see you, a smile toying at the corner of his lips.
Other Overwatch agents had join with you, saying their ‘farewell’s and ‘good luck’s to the two males. Time ticked by and soon it was time for the two to leave.
Hanzo stood before you, hand cupping your cheek as his thumb glided against your cheekbone, “I will come back to you.” He said, gazing into your eyes, his voice low enough for his words to only reach you.
“Promise?” You placed your hand on the back of his, leaning into his gentle touch.
“I promise.” He nodded before pulling away.
You had wanted to hug him, tell him you loved him, but, knowing the male, he’d most likely give you a grunt, reminding you that he was not a fan of displaying affection in front of others.
He whispered a ‘goodbye’ to you before turning his back, making his way to the ship.
You reached out and took hold of his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. Your fellow agents glanced over at you two in utter confusion; why had you stopped him?
“What is it?” Hanzo asked.
You blushed before gathering the courage to tug him toward you, colliding your lips into his. You shut your eyes savoring the sensation of his lips pressed to yours; Hanzo’s eyes widened in shock. A few people whistled at your actions.
You pulled away from him before he had the chance to think of kissing back, “Stay safe.”
“I will.” He murmured before taking the lead and pulling you into a short kiss, his face lit aflame from the boiling embarrassment that began to churn in his stomach as he board the ship, leaving you to deal with your own flushed cheeks.
“I’ve had enough of your behaviour. You’re not getting any from me today, Genji Shimada.”
He showed up with his dick free from his armour to play with like a good boy, concealed only by his favourite dark green sweats, and he was denied. Hanzo glanced at his brother with concealed pity in his eyes before going into your apartment. You shut the door and left Genji to silently pout outside. Genji had irritated his mama one too many times and was banished outside the room for one session. For one fuck, which you were lavishing upon Hanzo. You were already telling him what a good boy he was. What a pretty boy. Most beautiful boy his mommy had ever seen. So good for Mommy.
Genji was about to leave until he heard your voice through the door. He couldn’t make out exactly what was being said, but he could guess by your tone. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before pushing his hand down his length. Quickly, and then again slowly and purposefully, maybe bucking into the pressure (he wouldn’t admit this if asked later). He stood there for a while, unable to tear himself from the muffled and soft sound of your voice reaching him through the door.
Then he sighed at himself, turned around, and sat against the wall to stay.
Genji turned his head to glance at your door, wishing he could see through it. His lower lip was shiny with saliva, from being dragged through his teeth numerous times. Neither you or Hanzo knew Genji was eavesdropping outside your door. He knew it was unbecoming of him. But if no one knew he sitting outside your door, no one could judge him. At least, that’s what his dick told him.
It strained against the front of his soft sweatpants. Terribly obvious to anyone who might happen to walk down the hallway. Genji raised his left leg and laid his arm on his lap to trap his erection against his thigh. He couldn’t help rolling his hips a little to get off on the friction, but now his arousal was hidden.
He rolled his hips again when he heard you hum the way you do when either of your boys slip inside you. To hell with it, Genji thought, and stuck his hand in his right pocket to play with his junk. He rubbed at his balls and tugged on his sack for foreplay.
He forced his fingers further down, squeezing the head. The steady streams of your encouragement to Hanzo and the noises of the abused bed provided ample encouragement for his dick. Made it so that he had to go slowly. Not grip too tightly.
Eventually, Genji’s hand slipped out of his pocket and down into his pants proper. He bit back an “Ohhhh, yessss.” If anyone was watching, they’d see a twitching bulge in the front of his sweats.
Hanzo moaned painfully, and most of the noise stopped. Genji also stopped, holding his breath. He heard you soothe his brother.
“Hold it in for Mommy…”
The creak of the bed resumed after that, and Genji continued, as well. Hanzo would be able to hold his orgasm at bay, Genji knew he was just being a brat. You either didn’t care or hadn’t figured it out yet.
Genji tried to imagine what position you and Hanzo were in. Maybe you made him fuck you, made him prove his obedience by waiting for Mommy to finish first, before his orgasm exploded inside him and he groaned helplessly into the ceiling. Or maybe, you bounced on his dick, reveling in the blissful expressions you pulled from him. He could picture the way your breasts bounced, how jiggly they were. The curves of your waist and hips as you sat on his brother’s lap like a queen on a throne. He knew you liked it best while leaning back, Hanzo’s cock rubbing against the sweet spot just inside your cunt. Genji curled his lip, betting that Hanzo is forgetting to give your breasts some attention while you fucked.
He exhaled and let his head drop back against the wall. Hanzo would be allowed to cum inside you and Genji couldn’t. That was the only thing about this that truly bothered him. The only thing that put a damper on his arousal.
Then he remembered that he was jerking off in the hallway outside your apartment like a freak, and his dick came alive in his hand again. Genji had collected many kinks in his lifetime, and public sex was one of them. His tested the hardness, squeezing firmly, and his inhaled at the pleasurable response he got from his own flesh, the breath whistling through his barely open mouth.
Genji couldn’t keep his eyes open now. He was close to the finish. He had edged himself for so long that any little thing would push him over. He was going to be loud, no denying it. Afterwards, he would have to leave quickly, in case your neighbours came out to see if someone was in distress.
He gasped and took his hand away, almost losing control. The thought of a stranger finding him a mess in the hallway after cumming inside his pants was too much at this point.
His fingers returned to surround his erection. He hissed through his teeth and tensed his shoulders when he used the gentlest stroke. Almost lost it? again. He attempted another, because it felt so fucking good to be on the precipice.
A shameless whine signaled your end, drowning out Hanzo’s cry. Genji’s eyes narrowed. He should be the one squirting his load inside you.
“Be a good boy and fuck me again, will you? Make up for Genji’s absence?”
Genji lamented that his fingers were not your cunt, clutching around his length as you came. He remembered exactly how that felt-
Cum erupted from Genji’s cock. He twitched on the floor helplessly, groaning. It was embarrassing, how wide open his mouth was. He slid down further onto the floor, puffing out of his mouth. His shoulder vents opened and released a steady stream of heat. His head dropped to the side, unable to summon the will to get up. After a minute, the vents retreated into his body, and he slowly, gingerly pulled his hand free from his soiled sweats.
So much cum. Genji grimaced in disgust. He made an attempt to wipe it off on the front of his pants. Then he got to his feet to escape out of the nearest window to return to his bathroom to clean up, red-faced, and feeling like a whore.
Thank you! I’m sorry this came out a bit late, I have a lot of homework right now. Sorry that Zen’s got so short, I’m not that great at writing for him.
Zenyatta.
“What are you doing?”, Zenyatta chuckled as you kissed his robot cheek.
“Giving you love.”, you smiled.
“Well, I don’t have lips but…”, he pressed his face on your forehead, “Mwah…”, he made the noise of a kiss. You laughed as he laid his head in your lap.
“That was the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard.”, you giggled and looked at his face.
“… thank you?”, he turned his head to yours. You took your chance and peppered his face with more kisses which made him chuckle.
Genji.
Genji wasn’t that confident in himself when it comes to cuddling, but he does like to show that you’re his. So the closest overwatch agents were all sitting in the main room watching TV.
Genji was resting at the armrest of the couch and watching the movie. One by one everyone temporarily left, came back and temporarily left again for different reason. Maybe paperwork, maybe getting more popcorn. Anyways, you and Genji were all alone once again and this is where you decided to make your move.
You inch even closer to him and rest your back on his chest and get yourself up on his lap.
“Well, hello there.”, Genji smiled in surprise.
“Hi!”, You smile back and give him a peck on the cheek right below one of his scars.
“Are you sure you’re comftreble?”, he wrapped his arms around you.
“Yeah…”, you snuggle your head under his chin. He kissed your temple and laid back as you wrapped a blanket around the both of you. Neither of you really paid attention to the movie anymore and finally you just turned to him. You lips met each others and you made out for a while until somebody came in.
“Ugh… get a room!”, Hana said and sat down on the other side of the couch with a new bowl of popcorn and her phone.
You felt your face get warmer and when you looked at Genji his face was just as red as you felt like you were. He smiled at you and you leaned against him again.
Hanzo.
He wasn’t very affectionate, he loved you but he didn’t show it that often.
So you decided to make something special for him. You had tidied up the place and made everything cozy.
“What is this?”, he asked, surprised, when he got home.
“I want to do something special for you!”, you smiled from the couch. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to you.
“You didn’t have to do anything for me, you know.”, he smiled.
“I know, I just wanted to.”, you kissed his cheek. He immidietly got flustered and tried to hide it.
You sat down so you could see his back and started massaging him. Hanzo was tense but easily relaxed. He sighed of relief as you massaged his shoulders and back.
“Thank you, I really needed that.”, he smiled when you stopped.
“My pleasure.”, you smiled and planted a kiss on his neck. You laid down on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.
You showed up at the palace and expected to be chased off. Instead, you told the nearest servant your name, and they told you to wait. Another servant came and led you deeper into the palace. You lost track of the lefts and rights, but you saw less and less people as you went. Your current guide handed you over to another servant, who took you through some rooms, of which you were too nervous to take in any details. You were finally left in a spacious bedroom. Candles and light streaming in through some half-open, long curtains lit the room enough for you to see the shape of everything, but the colours were muted and soft. After taking your surroundings, and concluding that the prince had much nicer things than you, you got undressed and left your clothes on a nearby recliner. It only made sense to be naked.
You were wondering what was going to happen next, when Genji let himself into the room and closed the door behind him. Also naked. You gave him an appalled look.
“Won’t they see you?”
They, being the servants.
“They are used to it.”
You vaguely wondered if you could get transferred to guarding the prince instead of your current post and blushed.
“I see you are ready,” he said, noting your nakedness.
“Is this not what I’m supposed to do…?”
Genji laughed at you, again, but it set you more at ease than annoyed you this time.
“You look…”
His eyes left yours, and they wandered your body. He was drinking in your body, whereas you stared hard at him like you were sizing him up. Inspected him. You wanted to know everything about the body of the man who was going to be your first time. The teal outline of a tiger was tattooed clawing its way up his arm from his wrist. The head of the tiger bared its fangs on his chest. He was muscled and lean, as you expected from a warrior like Prince Genji. Other than that, he had been gifted with a slim waist and wide shoulders. Shoulders and arms you wished he would use to pick you up and…you don’t know. Maybe he would show you today.
Genji had moved closer, and him placing his hand on your waist snapped you out of your inspection. It made you feel better but only temporarily. You were back to nervous again.
It was then that you noticed the thin scars cutting up and down his stomach and chest. They were everywhere. So many. A few even marred his cheeks. Only, ‘marred’ wasn’t the right word. Your lips parted in awe. What a strong warrior he must be, to come back from so many injuries. They were more like permanent, visible milestones, each marking a battle. Maybe one day Genji would tell you how he got them.
“You are quiet,” he said. His voice vibrated with nervousness. “See something you don’t like?”
“No. Not at all,” you replied, tentatively pressing the pad of your pointer finger on a particularly long scar that cut diagonally down his torso. He didn’t stop you, and you traced it all the way down to find…a strong hand squeezing the head of a medium-sized dick. Thank the gods he wasn’t huge. You covered his fingers and helped his squeeze tighter.
You looked up at Genji to seek his approval, and he dove in for a lingering kiss.
“Sorry, I got carried away,” he said, pulling back but staying close enough to nuzzle the tip of your nose. He shifted his hold so that your hand directly squeezing his cock. He pumped your hand up and down the shaft.
“No, it’s fine,” you replied. Your thoughts were steadily reducing in number. “Do it again.”
His hand left yours, and he used both to gently hold your face still for the kisses he placed on it. Your hands greedily wandered the front of his body, taking a handful of one of his firm, warm pectoral, and then taking in the shape of his arms. Genji opened his mouth and something sharp grazed your bottom lip. Your eyes flew open in surprise.
“Whoa!” you exclaimed.
You leaned back to look for the surprise object. You spied two canines slipping back into Genji’s mouth when he closed his lips. Longer than any human had any business having.
“You gonna explain that?” you demanded, even though could already feel ghost pricks all over your shoulders and neck. He lifted his upper lip and poked at one of his fangs with the tip of his tongue.
“The White Tiger grants my family certain…gifts,” he said.
He purred, like the first time you heard it. You instinctively tilted your head, exposing your neck. A hand dropped from your face to the side of your neck. Genji pressed his mouth to the other side, his teeth making tiny indents in the skin. Testing. You brought your hand up to the back of his head. His black hair was soft, and messy, from always being beneath his helmet. Genji’s mouth closed, his soft lips brushing against your neck.
“You like this?” he asked in a whisper.
“Don’t stop.”
Genji gently bit your neck again and again, never breaking the skin. The sensations travelled down your body, building the need between your legs. Your inhales were audible. Until you had enough and pulled away.
“Now we start?” you asked, the words coming out breathy.
“If you are ready.”
You nodded. You trained with a god. Not really, but you believed you did. If you could do that, you can do this, you reasoned. The tiger’s roar cut through the air again, and he lifted you from under your ass. He carried you to the bed and tossed you back onto it. Before you could protest being manhandled, he jumped on you, pinning you to the bed with a hungry kiss. The head of his dick trailed along your stomach as his lips went down your neck to continue his passionate assault.
“Wait, wait,” you said, putting his shoulders.
“Is something the matter? Do you want to stop?”
“No, I just,” you pushed gently on his arms, “I feel trapped.”
You plead with him with your eyes and hoped you weren’t ruining the mood. He sat up. Genji surveyed your body from above, humming in thought.
“Do not look so sorry. We can do it like this.”
Genji’s gentlemanly treatment relaxed you. He reminded you softly that you could stop at any time. He scooted forward, and your open legs draped over his thighs. He held his cock steady, and gently pushed inside you. You expected some pain and did feel some, but you still frowned up at him for it.
“It is fortunate that you are so slick for me. Makes this easier,” he bragged, watching his cock penetrate you. You tried to sit up and smack him for it, but it stretched suddenly and you winced in pain. “Stop moving; it will hurt less. Relax.”
You lay back, and it was true. The pain went away. You flexed experimentally, and he groaned in pleasure but scolded you again. Genji was right again, it did burn to do even that.
“I am going to move, and it will hurt. Tell me if you wish me to stop.”
You nodded. You couldn’t believe you had to hand control over to this man to avoid the extra pain of being stretched. Your face was a permanent flushed just thinking about it. But you wanted him to take you, to be your first time, so you stayed quiet.
Genji withdrew slowly and thrust back in. Gently, but it was enough for you to feel pain again, but also the building of something good inside you; the reason that people must like doing this. He sped up, and you gasped at the increased sensation.
“Everything alright?” he asked. He regarded you with a soft expression. His lips curled slightly at getting to be inside you, but he regretted the pain he was causing you.
You nodded, keeping your mouth firmly shut. No more noises would be coming from you. Instead, you watched his stomach flex as he rolled his hips.
“Genji?” you tried to ask, but it came as a plead. You slapped both your hands over your mouth.
“Yes?” he asked.
It annoyed you that he sounded normal, and you were already beginning to fall apart. Your thighs and feet flexed on their own. You didn’t know what was happening to your body, but it felt so damned good. The feeling promised more, if you only you would ask for it.
“Faster?”
“Already? Alright. You asked for it,” Genji said.
You sense smugness underneath his words, and it stoked the fire in your lower belly hotter, to your chagrin. His fingers tightened on your thighs, dragging you closer and opening your legs wider as a side effect. Your bodies slapped together loudly now. The lewd squish of his length dragging in and out of you, covered in your thick slick almost made you demand he stop in case someone else heard. But you wanted more.
You finally gave in and took your hands from your mouth. You dug your head back into the pillow and pinching the fabric with your fingers, anchoring yourself to the bed. Genji was breathing heavily, showing the effects of being inside you. His eyes kept threatening to roll up and back, but he blinked it away, trying to keep his gaze on you. You panted with him. The longer he fucked you, the better it felt, and you wanted to see the end.
The prince smirked to himself and let go of your thighs. He placed a palm on your quivering stomach and applied the fingers of the other hand to your nub. Something you considered no one’s territory but your own, which you used to relieve that annoying, lustful ache when no one was watching. With practiced movements, he played your sensitive flesh like a talented musician played a string instrument. He made you sing out your end with a whine.
You tasted heaven, and your cunt milked his cock. You had whined into the room, a pathetic, embarrassing sound you didn’t want anyone to hear.
“Too tight-!” Genji choked out, flooding your insides with his royal seed.
You panted a few times, rolling your head against the pillow. He pulled out gently, leaving soreness in his wake. Then you sat up to grab his nose and yanked him down.
“How you know how to do that?”
You let go, and Genji was shocked for a second. Then his face creased into laughter right in your face. You tolerated it well. He was cute while he laughed, you thought. Then he fell to one hand next to your head and kissed you. Maybe it was the afterglow of what you just did, but you relaxed into the kiss quickly. You held his face, and then your fingers wandered behind his head to get lost in his hair.
You felt a pang between your legs and tightened your hands into fists, pulling his hair.
“No,” you growled a warning.
Genji whined and took his erection from between your legs. He tried to sneakily start round two.
“You tell me before you do that first.”
“You are right,” he conceded sadly. He got up and left the bed. “I will just…go over here. And take care of myself. On my own.”
“Fine,” you said, without any bite to your reply.
He sat in a chair close to the bed, sprawled comfortably on it, and stroked the shaft of his cock. Your face darkened at your white slick that coated it. He seemed to enjoy how messy his cock was, spreading it up and down with a loose fist.
Genji had a much softer and much bigger bed than yours. You intended to enjoy this, wiggling under the blankets and rolling onto your side to get some sleep. There was still some soreness between your legs, but you hoped it would be gone by the time you woke up. He sighed from where he was, because he could no longer see your body. You lifted an arm to wave at him dismissively. He tutted in amusement. Then you fell into a restful sleep.
You woke still covered in sweat. You moved to throw the blankets off and discovered why you had overheated. You were being held tightly in Prince Genji’s clutches, as if he were afraid you would run away.
Your movement woke Genji up, and he exhaled sleepily onto your neck, pulling you in tighter.
“How do you like being the tiger’s treasure?” he mumbled sleepily.
Zenyatta looked at Genji, who mostly refused to look at his master. His robot thumb twiddled around, a faint metallic ping came from the two of them hitting each other. He knew his pupil would break, whatever was eating him up would eventually come free.
“You know that I would not judge,” Zenyatta said, “you’ve told me so many other things, why is this the line?”
“This is different,” Genji responded, “I am ashamed.”
Zenyatta hummed, just waiting before Genji sighed, his hands tightening their grip on his knees. He lifted his face and Zenyatta saw the embarrassment flash across it before the cyborg’s chest heaved with breath.
“I love them,” he whispered, Zenyatta tilting his head in confusion.
“Who?”
“I’m sorry Master,” he said, his hands clenching with shame on the ground.
“Ah,” Zenyatta realised, his mind travelling to you and why he would feel ashamed of his feelings, “I suppose they are irresistible to Shimadas.”
“I would never act on it!”
I know,” Zenyatta said simply, ”I trust both of you.”
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