A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 7

Maybe you should have reached out to him when his father was killed, but you were afraid he would snap at you. You knew he was hurting, but you didn’t know him well enough to help him start to heal. He might consider you an intruder. And he didn’t know himself well enough. Genji started going out like before he met you. Came home late, while you were asleep. It hurt to see him behave like this, the way he pulled away from you without a word of explanation. You moved into a guest suite, which got no reaction from your husband.

You blamed yourself when you heard the news. That Hanzo confronted Genji and believed he should have been there to help save his papa’s life. Genji was with you at the time of his papa’s death. You sat on the bed of the guest bedroom, tears landing on your thighs when you heard Hanzo struck Genji down in a rage. Genji probably didn’t help, probably wound his brother up a bit, but still.

That news was followed up by news that made the situation worse: you were pregnant. You immediately decided the Shimada clan was no place to raise a child. Hanzo tried to stop from moving out, once, by summoning you to his office. He didn’t want a child able to control the dragons outside the Shimada clan. You stood your ground.

“I’m leaving. It’s insane that you want me to stay after what happened to my husband.”

“You are staying,” he snarled, quickly losing patience.

“Do not touch me; I will fight you, and the baby will be harmed in the process!” you warned when the clan’s lackeys approached you from behind.

You turned around to stare them down. They glanced at Hanzo for confirmation to subdue you. He waved his lackeys away.

“You don’t need a dragon. You are a dragon.”

You snorted and left the castle. You shook the whole way, expecting to be stopped.

You integrated back into your family. As a new mother, you had no time for awkwardness, anyway. Hanzo started sending you monthly cheques. Whether they were to make up for losing Genji or losing access to the clan’s money, you didn’t know. As far as you were concerned, each cheque arrived soaked with blood. You didn’t want a single Yen. But you had a baby on the way, so you deposited each one until they stopped coming.

You gave birth, naming the baby boy Genji. You didn’t name him after the man you had married. You named him Genji after the potential you saw in the marriage. Your life became your son. You worked the days and spent evenings with him.

“Mommy, why is that man naked?”

You got up and went to the window. Outside stood a man with his arms away from his sides, palms outward. It didn’t matter what he looked like, that was definitely Hanzo Shimada’s tattoo. Between a job and a son, you had no energy for this shit. You groaned.

“He’s trying to show that he’s unarmed,” you told little Genji.

“But he has two arms.”

“Yes, he does. Stay inside, okay, Baby?”

You went out the front door and shut your son inside the house where he couldn’t see Hanzo.

“What are you doing here?” You blinked coldly.

“I have news that will interest you.”

Hanzo told you Genji was alive. Strangely, you were ready to hear him talk. Maybe because you were hoping it was true. You always wondered where the marriage might have gone. Perhaps you and he would get a second chance. That felt like foolishness, but the hope refused to be put out. Hanzo explained what happened on the anniversary of Genji’s death this year. You remembered that night. You vaguely considered having ramen but decided to spend time with your son, instead. Holding him on the sofa and having him read a book to you.

“What did this man say?” you asked Hanzo in the present.

You listened intently, scrutinizing each word. What that cyborg said was true, but something was different about how he said it. When Hanzo finished explaining what happened, you thought of your son. Could you put him in danger just because this man might be his father?

“I’ll go with you,” Hanzo offered.

You shook your head, thinking it was unwise, but you agreed. Hanzo looked sincere. Maybe he actually was. Again, you wanted to believe it.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 8

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.”

You and Hanzo got in your car. He offered to drive, but you declined.

“I’m alright.” It had been ten years. You had a few butterflies, but that was it. “Just give directions.”

You both arrived at the meeting spot. It was a town square. Perfect for Hanzo to set up high on a building nearby and watch. He disappeared. You were out of your car, but you hesitated. The open space of the square didn’t sit right with you. You scanned the square, only able to make out the spaces where it was lit by streetlights.

“There he is!” Hanzo yelled.

A slim, glowing green figure was strolling slowly to the centre of the square. The closer he got, the more you could make out. He was covered in shiny, grey metal, and the green lights were circles carved all over his body.

You took a deep breath and walked away from the vicinity of the car, towards the figure.

The figure moved too human-like to be an omnic. So Hanzo might have been right about that part. You stopped about a foot and a half apart. He inclined his head slightly.

When you said nothing, he spoke first.

“Mrs. Shimada.” He bowed.

After hearing him call you that, all the tension disappeared in an instant. This was Genji, alright.

“You’re bowing?” you asked, looking him up and down incredulously. “You never bowed to me before.”

He rose up into a straight-backed position.

“I was taught the value of respect.”

Your lips stretched into a grin.

“Well! Then you won’t mind reintroducing yourself to me.”

Your confidence was mostly pretend. Your back was stiff and so was your smile. Genji either didn’t notice or he let you keep up your act. You walked together in a loose circle around the square. You weren’t going anywhere, but it made sense to move your feet, given the nervousness of you both. He gave you a condensed explanation of what he had been doing for the past ten years and a very, very brief rundown of what he was. Listening was being on a roller coaster ride of emotions, with him in control.

“I’m,” you began, shaking your head yet again, “I’m not sure how to feel about this.”

“You need what Hanzo needs. Time.”

That was an oddly wise thing for Genji to say. You spun on your heel to face him.

“Okay,” you agreed.

“Will you decide when we meet again?”

You regarded him with a knowing smile. “You’re giving me control. You’re trying to butter me up.”

His preened, inspecting one of his hands and flexing the fingers.

“I thought it was clever. Did it work?”

“Yes.”

Your expression fell after you parted, however. How would this new Genji react to the news that he had a son?

Day 14 – Asphyxiation

You needed something, and you knew you could get it from Genji. You drew him to your room. He thought you needed a quick fuck, to blow off steam, like he did.

The Blackwatch agent, and ninja, was really getting into it when you pulled his hands to your neck. He searched your eyes for confirmation, his eyes flitting between them. You stared back, hard, and wrapped your legs around his waist. He bit his lip, returned the glare, and squeezed with his human hand. Your lips parted reflexively as you drew in more air to keep it flowing. His pace, momentarily slowed, picked up again. The bed resumed rocking, and together with the heavy breathing, made a kind of lewd music setting the mood.

“I didn’t realize you were into this,” he said. “You don’t look the type.”

You nodded, the movement partially hindered by his grip.

Hips slammed into your rear, stinging slaps and the clacks of Genji’s wires against his upper back. He growled, and slammed against you harder, pushing you an inch across the bed with each thrust. His fingers closed tighter around your neck, just like you wanted. You were going to get just what you wanted. To go out yelling, “fuck,” on the end of his dick.

Your mouth opened wide, gasping for air and Genji’s cock pushing pants from your lungs. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth. Genji smirked and leaned down to suck on your tongue, his soft lips pulling on the slick muscle. Then he sat back again. Sweat pooled between you on the bed, soaking the sheets. His fingers slipped against your flesh with it, his grip weakening.

Your hand flew up to hold it in place.

“Harder,” you rasped.

Your voice didn’t sound like yours. Another’s voice asked for him to choke the life out of you. Genji’s eyes hardened. When before you could see the intoxicating lust in them, now they were blank. He boarded the windows to his soul, the look he wore just before a kill.

His fingers and thumb pressed harder into the sides of your neck. Your vision shrank, the edges closing in, darkening. In the back of your mind, Genji kept thrusting deep into you. He was a muddle of blurry shapes. Your lips twitched, feeble attempts to ask him not to stop. You used all your remaining strength to hold his hand in place around your neck. The five-fingered anchor sinking you down into the oblivion that beckoned.

You finally seized against the bed. Genji let his eyes roll back, revelling in that he could still satisfy someone, even with this body. He got his release, and you got yours, your soul leaving your body.

He searched your eyes again. He found nothing and began shaking your body in a panic. Still no response, so he shook harder. He yelled for help, fat tears streamed down his cheeks.

Hello, I see you are taking asks! How about some sleepy nsfw hcs if that makes sense? Ty!

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I make it half-somno..ish..? :xIt’s reader taking care of Genji’s morning wood, I hope you like it! We have a badass reader here!! – Syl.

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– You were sleeping but something annoying starts to wake you up. You feel like you were poked by hard thing and you were right, it was Genji’s dick. You were awaken by Genji’s dick poking your thigh while Genji himself still sound asleep with his hand on your hip.

– You look at the digital clock on your nightstand, it’s 4.40. Seems like you could use the extra time since you already awaken.- Decided not wanting to wake him up, you push Genji’s body facing upwards and take out his member, it’s all hard and desperate for extra attention.

– You straddle his left leg, position yourself and placed your mound on his knee. You lick his member first and slowly putting it inside your mouth, your head going up and down to give the attention Genji’s need in whatever the hell he’s dreaming about.

– You earned moans from him when you lick top of his member, good, you’re waking him up. You keep licking and sucking till he open his eyes in confusion.

“Oh..wow.. Great way to wake me up, love..”, another moan escape his mouth.

– He placed a hand on your head and start to move his hip slowly, following the rhythm of you going up and down. You swallow him entirely and up again, literally making him a mess.

“I-I’m close…”, you take a glance while going down. Your hair is a mess but you look damn sexy for Genji.

– You focused on his head, sucking and licking it like you’re hungry of him while your hand giving attention to the rest of his member. Long moans coming out from his lips, his mouth opens a bit and he looks so high in pleasure.

– With that long moans you know he’s coming so you suck him really hard, he hissed and a second later his warm seeds fills your mouth.

– You swallow everything, still giving him a handjob that going slower to ride out his orgasm. He pat your head and you lift it up, licking your mouth while staring at him.

“I could get used to this”, his signature playboy smirk is plastered on his sweaty face.

“You wish”, you kissed him, let him taste a bit of his own cum from your mouth.

Day 13 – Gags

This one wouldn’t stop, so I had to cut it off awkwardly, or it’d be a full fic. Gotta save some energy for tomorrow!

You did not appreciate being gagged. And with one of your own scarves, too. It was easy to forget that Hanzo was creative like that. Devilish, like his brother. He wore a faint smile as he left you there, but it was obnoxious enough to you.

You didn’t mind being tied to the chair. Arms bound behind you, and your ankles bound to the chair legs. It was not being able to speak your wants that frustrated you.

Genji started the sweet torture first. His cool fingers tickled up your sides. He traced invisible shapes from your middle to your chest with his fingertips, pointedly avoiding your breasts. Made them faintly ache to be touched, too. Then he left.

Jesse came by next. He stood with disinterest in his posture and on his face. He went through half a cigarillo, just admiring your needy expression from afar. Too far. His body was hot compared to Genji, and you needed the heat. He didn’t touch you. Oh, he touched himself, though. He put one boot on the chair next to your knee and jerked his thick cock in your face, not letting you touch. He watched you watch his hand, him pumping himself rough and fast, showing you what you weren’t getting. He wiped his cum off on you with one sloppy swipe on your stomach.

That pissed you off, and you glared and struggled. He chuckled, his eyes crinkling, and left, too.

Genji came back, this time with a vibrator. You watched him warily. He slipped it inside your cunt, which had begun to stain the chair with a small patch of slick. He held the vibrator against your front walls and turned it on to a high setting, making you jerk and arch. You rode the stimulation with rolling hips. The vibrator stopped just before you came.

You screamed behind the gag, trying to tear yourself from the constraints.

“You would not be here in this predicament if you weren’t such a brat,” Genji told you.

He left the toy you inside you and took the remote with him.

“They never clean up after themselves,” came Hanzo’s clear, deep voice ten minutes later.

He cleaned you up gently, wiping off the dried cum with a warm, wet cloth. He removed the toy from your cunt, noting your needy expression as he did so. Your cunt clutched at nothing.

Hanzo wasn’t going to be the one who was going to take pity on you. He did cut the rope binding your ankles to the chair. He lifted your open legs to sit under you. He reached between you to pull his pants down to reveal his cock. Your cunt flexed again at where this was going.

Hanzo bounced you on his cock without mercy, your head thrown back and your legs flailing the entire time. Hanzo was chasing his own end without regard to yours. Genji may have used a toy on you, but Hanzo was using you as his toy. He put his hand to your throat. Not to choke, he just liked to hold you to his lap. He gritted his teeth and grunted, driving into you with short thrusts. As soon as your legs stiffened at his sides, he sped up just a bit more. A crescendo of moans, and he came, a powerful spurt of his cum shooting up into you.

He left you limp and spent. Hanzo didn’t clean you up, because he loved to see the evidence of his claim on you drooling out of your punished cunt onto the chair.

“Let me add to that,” Jesse purred, the words announcing his return.

You eyed him from beneath your sweaty hair on your forehead. You were tired but wired all the same. Your lower belly ached so badly for release.

Jesse didn’t free you from the chair like you were hoping.

“Warm me up a bit, please,” he said, holding his half-hard cock in one hand.

With the other, he made space between your lips and the gag to slip it in. You sealed your mouth around it. He drew his hips back and then thrust in slowly, considerately.

“So tight…that I think I might just…”

Jesse changed his mind on fucking your properly and fucked your face instead. He held your head in place with a gentle grip on your hair and used your mouth. Drool leaked all over your chin. He panted above you.

“Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah,” he chanted softly.

He pulled out at the last second to let his cum land between your legs, on top of Hanzo’s mess. Some of it dripped down your clit, making you whine pathetically. No one would let you cum!

The three of them watched you dozing. They stood in the next room with your back to them.

“What did you do to her?” Genji asked.

“Nothing you would not have done,” Hanzo said.

Genji laughed. It was true.

“Go make her beg you to stop,” said Jesse.

“Will do,” said Genji.

Genji walked into the room, removing his crotch plate. His synthetic cock revealed itself. You were going to get to cum, alright. You were going to cum until you wanted to beg Genji to stop, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t hear you behind the gag.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 6

“You don’t even know what that means!” you accused.

“You don’t either,” he countered, with momentary fire in his gaze. Then he went back to playing meek, a cheek laid on your knee.

A bold statement, but it was true. Your marriage was young.

You considered his request from your superior position. His eyebrows inched up his face, waiting for your decision. As if you weren’t a slave to your want for Genji, either. His clothes were loose, the kind that those wear who know they look good and don’t need to wear form-fitting clothes to show it. You could trace his body through the fabric with your gaze with ease from seeing it so often. It pleased you, hit the spot, bent your will towards him, until you could groan and rub your face along his abs. Genji had no idea. He just waited.

“Okay,” you said, letting a smile brighten your face.

Genji stood, gathering your body against his. He carried you to the bed and let you down on it. After you both removed your clothes, you took his chin in a firm hold.

“Remember what I taught you.”

He nodded, grateful. He had been about to let his dick take over and fuck you into the bed. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to do, he just needed a reminder. He entered you slowly, the head of his cock pressing your entrance open, to a whispered expletive from your lips. Then his leaned on one hand, the other sliding up your soft midsection. It took a hard right to cover the flesh of your breast. You arched into his hand, and he took his cue to squeeze.

“Good boy,” you purred.

He had been waiting for those words, for permission to move. His dragged his cock in and out. You whined his name, telling him to kiss you. As a boy, he only needed his dick wet, but you needed more. He adorably frowned in concentration, paying appropriate attention to your lips and your breasts while he sped up, rutting into your cunt.

You came together more or less, but he wasn’t done. You would have liked to cuddle, but his hands still roamed your body, and not affectionately. You lay there, eyeing him wearily. The sweat hadn’t even dried. His eyes were still blown, and the firm curves of his toned body were taut with need.

“Fine. Hand me my phone.”

He grabbed it so quick. You rolled over to present your cunt for his use. You let him have his fill, while you flicked through memes on your phone with your finger. Your ass would be red and sore as if he had spanked it, but that wasn’t a concern. He was a slave to the clutch of your cunt around his cock, to emptying his balls into you in a vain effort to drain them dry. It was a different kind of high than an orgasm, but still satisfying.

You had Genji address you as Mrs. Shimada in the bedroom only. Elsewhere, it was your first name, with respect. Once he mastered that, you let him be playful with you. He teased you with ‘queen,’ ‘my lady,’ and it was ‘her royal wifey’ when he wanted to really annoy you. As long as he wasn’t paying that attention to anyone else, he could call you whatever he liked.

You had intended for that to stay between you, but it had leaked out. How careless.

“Would my lady pass the rice?” Hanzo asked once during dinner.

With a hot blush, you did so. Genji couldn’t contain his amusement. You could feel it, his smirk. You tossed him a glare in warning. He smiled and kissed your cheek, making your blush worse.

“You’re not unlike our late mama,” Hanzo remarked when only you could hear. You were stunned into silence, and he continued. “Apparently, a person must have a strong pair of ovaries to get Genji to heel. He listened to our mama, but chafed under our father. Why he didn’t just come down harder on Genji, I don’t understand.” Hanzo raised an eyebrow. “After our mother died…Genji listened to no one.”

You came away from the conversation also wondering why their father didn’t clip his son’s wings shorter. If you, a newcomer, could see that Genji could benefit from guidance, surely his father could see it, also. What exactly the head of the Shimada house was thinking, not many people dared openly discuss, so that was the end of it.

You put aside the issue of Genji’s wildness, because you found him to be strangely mouldable to your will. You kept waiting for the day he might break free from you and miss being able to choose his own companionship. But he didn’t. Like a bird comfortable with its cage, with its owner, he stuck by your side. You even experienced some moments of nonsexual intimacy, going on dates, to places you’d never been, and started making the habit of cuddling before sleep. Despite this, it became harder and harder to ignore what was missing over time. Your marriage was missing love. You can’t command someone to give you love and mean it, so you didn’t even try. Sometimes, you were lonely. Genji was there to lean into when that happened. He obliged with an arm around your body. At those times, you thought perhaps the love would grow naturally between you. You had to hope.

You and your husband settled into a comfortable life of going out, behaving at home, and fucking the rest of the time. Genji’s papa was satisfied with Genji newfound interest in keeping up with his training, not requiring him to lift a finger more. Hanzo was not. You noticed his hard expression sometimes, but you were quick to forget it when you saw Genji’s smile.

Day 9 – Bondage

“Awake, Slave?”

A voice with a soft volume, but an edge to its tone, brought you to better awareness.

Genji nudged at your shoulder with his foot.

“You need to provide your services,” his voice grew louder as he descended onto one knee beside you, “to your master.”

The cloth gag in your mouth meant you didn’t have to answer with the proper words. With proper respect. You lifted your cheek from the rug, then let it back down. Genji was walking around your body to near your hips.

He lifted a foot and let it rest on your ass cheek, near where your hands were tied behind your back. His applied more pressure, pressing the green knobs on the bottom of his feet into the thick flesh. You twitched your muscles, the knobs causing discomfort.

“Fine. I won’t,” Genji said, disappointed.

“Still,” he mused, “you are only worthy of being at my feet.”

They appeared in front of your nose.

“Kiss them.”

He can’t be serious.

Yet, you did. You worked your lips around the gag and reached them out to give his grey ‘toes’ a tentative kiss. What dirt you were, on the floor. You lay waiting for your master’s next order, a warm haze settling on your mind.

“Again.”

And so you did. He could have ordered you forty times to kiss his feet, and you would have mindlessly obeyed. Applied your lips all over the front where the cute little cleft was.

“Let’s see if you will go farther…”

Genji had you suck on his artificial ‘toes.’ When he pulled his foot away, a string of saliva was attached. You whipped your tongue out to lick it clean.

Genji chuckled. “You are dirty.” He crouched next to you again to whisper. “But you like it that way, don’t you?”

His words turned you on and made you feel sick at the same time. Yet, you were excited when he stepped between your legs and nudged them apart with his feet.

You closed your eyes and sighed. He was petting your sensitive entrance with the toe of his foot. It felt so good that you could ignore the sick feeling. Your cunt lubed itself quickly. You heard the lewdness of his stimulations and tensed up around his toes.

“Slave,” he warned.

Genji was about to scold you, but hearing him speak to you at all was enough for you to be more at ease. You relaxed around his intrusion. He resumed the petting.

“You are doing well.”

Genji sounded pleased with you, and it when to your head. Without using it, you rocked your hips back against his foot, seeking more of the sensation.

“Ahhhhh,” the air escaped his lungs as a lustful sigh. His modesty plate thunked to the floor. “You are such a good slave. I deem you worthy of my cock.”

Sadly, Genji took his foot away. It was soaked with your wetness. Genji knelt between your legs. He pulled your hips up into position. He gave himself a few quick strokes at you laying there, just for him to use.

Genji gave short thrusts into your needy cunt, working his way inside.

“Do I give you purpose, My Toy?” He exhaled, your soft and warm heat engulfing his cock in the best way. “You exist just to please me, don’t you?”

You groaned, feeling complete while filled by your master. Genji started slow for a few thrusts, then picked up speed. The lewd sounds were louder now. You clenched around his cock at hearing them.

“You…please me…”

Genji’s voice was strained, breathy. He was speeding towards his end. His hands hit the rug on either side of you. He rutted into you hard, his body curved over yours. You screamed moans into the gag, soaking it with drool.

Genji took a hand off the rug and slipped it under to ravage your clit, forcing you to cum with him. He swore to himself as your cunt squeezed his cock rapidly.

He sat up and pulled out. Fingers spread your cheeks to let him see you stuffed with his cum.

“Hey. Hey,” Genji said softly. He caressed all the skin he could reach. “Are you alright?”

You hummed long and half-heartedly, totally spent and sweaty. He laughed at your sorry state and rose to free you and take care of you.

Day 8 – Sex Work

Genji noticed your tendency to disappear for a couple of hours after an away mission was complete. He couldn’t fathom what you were doing. He could understand a need to for isolation, but his gut told him different.

He followed you, an easy task. The building he saw you enter surprised him. You just didn’t seem the type. Though you smiled often, you listened more than you spoke and were an obedient junior agent. He saw you walk into a strip joint and, not long after, get on stage.

It was also an easy task for him to get into the club without being noticed. He crept along the ceiling supports, his green lights dark, to get a better view of you dancing. He stopped not quite above you, perched.

Your act was opposite of your day-to-day personality, minus the lack of talking, of course. You were good. You had a myriad of moves to wow your audience, probably picked up from watching other women in the clubs around the world. He noticed you favoured showing off your flexibility, performing all the kinds of splits. And you teased quite a bit. He watched you rip off your red, heart-shaped nipple pasties and throw them at the onlookers with an alluring smile.

Genji followed you back to the Orca to make sure you were safe. He slipped ahead of you to make it look like he’d always been waiting in the dropship.

He quickly worked up the courage to appear next to you on the way to one of your performances.

“You don’t have to do this. So, why?”

You jumped half a foot off the ground at the sudden sound of his voice.

“Genji! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry,” he said, bowing slightly. “I just want to know why.”

You brushed some stray hair behind your ear.

“Overwatch needs the money. I’m good at it. I don’t mind.”

“I just…”

You tilted your head and blinked.

“Trying to save me?”

“No, I just…”

He shook his head and put his palm to the face of his visor.

“I’m not angry,” you said. “I just didn’t expect this from you. From Hanzo, maybe. Not you.”

Genji inhaled audibly through his visor to speak again. It slightly echoed. You grabbed the sides of his helm and dragged him close. Touching your nose to the metal. He knew you were close enough to see his eyes. The metal beneath the glass hid his blush, though.

“Stop,” you told him.

You let go, and he practically leapt back.

“Something wrong?” you asked.

“No, I…”

You don’t know why Genji was acting so shy. He straightened up quickly, though and pushed his shoulders back, looking more like himself.

“I’ll walk you,” he said firmly.

You turned, and he fell in step next to you.

“You’re a good guy. Better than me, maybe.”

You know some people still looked down on dancers like you. Genji replied with something surprising.

“You would not say that if you knew how many lives I’ve snuffed out.”

A heavy stone replaced your heart at that. “Oh.”

A few awkward seconds went by.

“It has helped learn the value of a life.”

You looked at him. “You value my life, Genji?”

“I do.”

The stone in your chest felt much lighter. You took his hand.

“Thank you.”

185 & 193 with Genji? Maybe taking fem!readers virginity? Make it as fluffy as possible!

lets-just-daydream:

185: “Open up” & 193: “Good girl”. I hope you like it!

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You lay on the bed, covering your top half as best you could. Your knees were bent and you had your legs clamped shut in nervousness and in attempt to shield yourself from Genji’s gaze.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked once again for what seemed that hundredth time that night alone.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you cooed.

“Then do not be afraid, my love. I will treat you as you deserve to be treated. I won’t hurt you, and if it’s hurting you or you want to stop at any point, just say the word,” he said. He leaned over you and brushed your hair behind your ear, placing a kiss to your temple. The normally sweet gesture had shivers running down your body and to your core, a dull ache wanting for his touch.

“Are you ready?” he asked. He held your cheek in his hand and you gave him a small nod.

“I’m ready.”

“Open up,” he coaxed, running a hand from your knee to your thigh. You let out a barely audible moan at his sweet and almost firm demand. You spread your legs, exposing yourself to your lover. As he drank the sight of you in, you blushed and tried to hide your face behind your hands. He grabbed each wrist and held your hands out in front of you.

“I want to see your face. I don’t want to miss a thing,” he said. You nodded and draped your arms on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Good girl,” he purred against your skin as he kissed his way down your lips and to your neck. You let out a small moan, unaware how sensitive your skin had become. He toyed with your inner thighs, stroking your skin and teasing your entrance slightly.

You felt the heat and excitement course through your body and you shivered in anticipation for him to fill you and fuck you until you were a mess.

“Genji, please,” you said with a breathy moan.

“Please? Please what?” he teased.

“Please stop teasing me,” you pouted, leaning up to give him your best puppy eyes.

“As you wish, my love,” he said. He took his length in his hand and teased your entrance, pushing the tip in only slightly. You let out another soft moan and dropped your head to the pillow.

At his deliciously torturous pace, you were in for a long night.

Day 7 – Praise Kink

A continuation of this. I’m gonna finish it sometime in the future.

Genji rested his open hand on your stomach. Your skin had long since heated the small parts that made his hand. He was also heated from within. His rut burned hot at his core. A finger on his other hand explored inside you, swirling and stretching at your entrance.

“You’re a good kitty; a good boy.”

Hanzo growled and nipped at your earlobe.

“Both of you,” you amended.

You relaxed your legs open further for Genji and pulled Hanzo closer. He bit harder on the downy-soft flesh of your ear. Genji bit his lip at the sight of your delicious pussy and his cock begging to be inside it. His tail curled impatiently at his side. Hanzo’s hand explored down your naked side and up over your stomach.

“My pretty boys,” you said, pausing to kiss Hanzo on the forehead. “My strong boys.”

The blown look in Hanzo’s dark eyes almost had you rolling over and shoving his cock in your cunt. But Genji was going first. He came to the room first.

“Your fingers feel great, Genji,” you sighed, as he added a second.

Your slick walls relaxed around his pumping fingers, desiring something thicker. Hanzo engulfed as much of one of your breasts in his large hand to squeeze. Genji flicked his thumb at your clit tentatively.

“That’s good, Baby.”

Your praise encouraged Genji to press his thumb on your clit instead of flick. You let Genji work up to bucking your hips.

“I knew you remembered how to do this. Such a skillful boy.”

A small smile joined Genji’s hazy, brown eyes. Your encouraging words brought out the confidence that having cybernetics had stripped away. He had been waiting for someone to say it was okay, to give permission. Hanzo needed less permission. You saying the word, and he was putting firm, needy hands on you. He currently pinched and flicked your nipple between his finger and thumb. He also purred, sucking at your neck.

Genji tickled the swollen node inside you.

“Are you ready, Master?”