What is one day while Sojiro’s away Genji sneaks into their room (she’s moved in!) while she’s sleeping and hates fucks her. Or he has her join him for some tea or drinks under the guise of reconciliation, but Genji either drugs her drink and uses her while she’s asleep knowing she’s off the pill, or he gets her so drunk that she’s convinced or too inebriated to fight him off. He fucks her all night with the full intention of getting her pregnant with his baby before his father can get her pregnant with his own.
I agree. Especially since this is young!Genji. The asshole is probably already drunk anyway. Imagine if Sojiro’s like surprise! it’s a double wedding and here comes your fiance. That cocky little shit eating grin disappears off Genji’s face in a flash as some girl he’s never seen or even met in his life walks into the courtyard. Sojiro tells him to get up there or he’ll make him get up there. Genji would like nothing more than to actually commandeer a family jet and leave the fucking country.
Sojiro berating him and taking his time to cum no matter how much Genji begs him to cum as fast as possible. Genji thinks if he says he’s sorry enough that Sojiro will suddenly just let up on his punishment for being such a disobedient son, but Sojiro’s not having it. He’s going to fuck his mouth to completion and he’s going to cum inside of his mouth and make Genji swallow his seed. Maybe the next time Sojiro asks him to do something simple he’ll think twice about having an attitude.
Hmmm. For some reason the only stepdaddy!Genji I can picture is a good ol’ creepy daddy. Or possibly Genji realizes all too late that he was falling for the daughter of the woman he was agreeing to marry, and that his feelings for her were not at all fatherly.
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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.
There is hesitance at first when Hanzo asks for this from Genji. Understandably so – it isn’t everyday your brother asks you to suffocate him, is it? Yet Hanzo can be persuasive, regardless of the reclusion and the years of deluded belief that everyone will bow to his demands without even needing to be convinced. He has learned better, adapted, and it doesn’t take long to appeal to the side of Genji that he tries so hard to suppress.
“We are both partially omnics now brother,” Hanzo soothes, “my body will open up one of the new airways to give me oxygen when low. You would not have to worry.” He spreads his palm atop Genji’s knee, watches him through hooded eyes – the visor staring back at him, hiding away half flesh half prosthesis, and Hanzo traces circles on his brother’s belly with his other hand. “You want to do this with Hana too, don’t you?”
Before him, Genji stiffens up. “I know you’re scared you’ll hurt her with your kink. A delicate flower for a sharpened blade, is she not?”
“She is as razer sharp as my sword.” Genji corrects, but says nothing more, let’s Hanzo keen against him. “We are brothers.” Genji says meekly and Hanzo just sighs.
“Just this one pleasure.” Hanzo purrs, voice dipping into a seductive lilt, eliciting a response from Genji in the form of the other shakily resting his hands on Hanzo’s hips. Neither pushing or pulling, merely holding. “I’ll satisfy you. You won’t have to worry about killing me or snapping my neck. What do you say, Genji? I’ll keep it a secret, and you can go back to being sweet with your girlfriend.”
When hands jerk upwards and fingers clasp tight around his neck, stroking across smooth mesh, Hanzo laughs and then chokes when that grip begins to squeeze, cutting off the artificial airways in his throat. Genji pushes him down easily after that, face hidden away behind the visor and expression woefully gone, and yet Hanzo can’t linger on it for long now that he is given what he has always wanted.
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.
He’s a total perv. He’s the kind of perv who stand behind her and sneaks his phone under her skirt so he can take pictures. He pinches her legs, untucks her shirt just for the “fun” of it. He always stands too close and crowds her space. He “accidentally” walks into her room while she’s changing. Set up cameras and takes video of her, has peeps holes in various places around the manor so he can watch her live and in person.
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Noncon, dubcon, spanking, slut shaming, dubious use of tentacles, pseudo incest, smut.
Reluctance weighted down your feet as Reaper dragged you away from the conversation you were having with a Talon superior. An in-depth discussion of upcoming mission specifics would have to wait; it wasn’t in your best interest to protest. No matter how much your stomach twisted at the feeling of his clawed hand curled around your arm, his gruff voice in your ear stating that he needed to have a few words with you.
His disembodied voice gave you violent body shaking chills. For a man so big both in stature and in muscle, with his heavy boots, and being a man who uses the loudest weapons, Reaper sure could be dead quiet when he wanted to be. You hadn’t seen him coming, and neither had your superior.
The superior had teased in a whisper, “Dad’s mad, huh?” and you glared back at him for the comment. Not only because you knew that he was, in fact, mad (mad about what you weren’t sure at the time), but because you hated thinking of him that way. There may have been a point where you were happy, even loved having him as a stepfather. But that was a long time ago. When Overwatch was still intact, and he was an entirely different person.
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