Sister!reader’s starting to think that her sleeping pills are having very odd side effects on her body. She never wakes up in the same position that she was when she fell asleep. She even wakes up in different clothes sometimes. And the clothes that she fell asleep in, on occasion, go missing (Genji ripped them in the heat of the moment and had to have them tossed, or he keeps them as a souvenir). She’s often sore when she wakes and has bruises. She thinks she must be sleepwalking, even if none of the staff say they see her do such a thing when she questions them.
She still thinks that’s whats causing all her bruises and her losses and changes of clothes, so to prove that she’s right she sets up a camera one night so that she can see for herself. When she watches back the footage in the morning she’s horrified and disgusted. She was wrong; so wrong. It’s her big brother roughly tossing her around like a rag doll, rudely holding her down, digging his fingers into her skin, fucking her hard and fast.
Tag: incest
My Beautiful Girl Ch 3
You and your father met in secret regularly to satiate your incestuous desires now. Not on the same day every week. No, your schedules wouldn’t allow that. Plus, that was cliche and foolish if you wanted to hide goings-on.
Genji loved to play with you. Every touch elicited a reaction. Panting, “Daddy,” or “fuck,” or a cute whine. Plus adorable squirming while two fingers were two knuckles deep, stroking a spot deep inside, previously unknown to you.
“That’s unfair,” you protested with just your voice. Your body was in complete disagreement. Your cunt was clenching at his fingers and your thighs stretched open.
“Quiet, your daddy knows best,” he said not unkindly, and he went back to sucking on your neck.
Genji had you pinned against the cold, tiled wall in a stall in the communal showers. Your back had long-since heated the tile. The water was running to cover the telling sound of your father pulling his fingers out to shove in three at once. He chased your orgasm until you arched your back away from the wall and pushed at his chest with your palms. He let you catch your breath, then you looked down at the floor to step down. You thought you were done, as you hadn’t made love since that time in Japan at your former apartment. Your father never took things further, and you were comfortable with that.
The way Genji dragged his gaze up and down your body told you differently this time. You wanted more, too, but you were too nervous to ask. As if being penetrated here would alert everyone in the base to what you were doing like they had a sixth sense for immoral activity.
“Did you get birth control from Angela like Daddy told you?” he asked. His voice was husky with anticipation like a blade being dragged against stone.
“Uhuh.” You nodded vigorously to make up for your lack of comprehensible words.
“Good girl.”
Without warning, he lifted you up with one arm around your waist. He used his other hand to quickly line his cock up and thrust inside. It was still a bit of a stretch, so you threw your head back and cried, “Daddy!”
You were too loud, so Genji had to fix that. He kissed you, hard. He sucked on your bottom lip as a signal to open up. He was moving slowly inside you, so your mouth dropped open anyway. While you were in heaven from being full, so full, of your daddy’s cock, Genji was trying not to think too hard.
That if you were on birth control now, and also his daughter, that you could easily be sleeping with other men. He wrapped his arms tighter around your shoulders as if he could keep you all to himself just by holding you. The other issue that nagged him was that this couldn’t possibly last forever. Surely you would find someone your own age to date. That thought spurred punishing thrusts that obliterated any rational last thoughts you may have had. You desperately squeezed your thighs around Genji’s waist.
You pulled away from the kiss to let out a shrill moan, and that snapped him back to reality. He stopped fucking you to arrange your arms around his neck.
“Hold on.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He took hold of your hips to control his thrusts. To make more precise strikes at your core. You lay back against the wall to enjoy the steady ride to completion. To enjoy bouncing on your daddy’s lap, with your daddy clinging to you for the closeness he craved and wished to give you. He moaned low and quiet, and you clenched around his cock. Cumming would be so easy, you just didn’t want this to end too soon.
The gritty scuff of a boot against the tiled floor outside the shower stall alerted you both to at least one other person in the bathroom. It was supposed to be deserted at this hour. Muffled conversation told you it was at least two people.
You tensed up, your cunt constricting around your father’s cock. The sudden surge of pleasure caught him off-guard.
“Ngh.” Genji held his orgasm back.
You shut your mouth tight like you’re sure your father wanted. You didn’t recognize the voices, it was too muffled.
Your father jerked his hips, going deeper. The base of his cock stretched you a bit further, and he came deep inside. He exhaled against your neck. His shoulders rose and fell with his breathing. He then bit into you with just with front teeth and pinned you tighter against the wall.
The two people lingered outside. Your core echoed your tension, clutching around Genji’s length. No matter, he only rolled his hips. He ground his pelvis into your clit, driving whines out of your mouth. He put his palm over your lips before you got any louder.
Genji pushed you bit-by-bit towards the edge. Your orgasm overwhelmed your being, and by the time your senses returned, there was silence outside the stall.
At long last your father allowed you some mercy, lowering your feet to the floor. He brought your forehead to his lips with a hand on the back of your head.
“Forgive your father. He has a weakness for almost being caught. We should not do that again in such a public place.”
“Yes, ‘Tousan.”
As much as you were disappointed to hear that, because the thrill of public fucking on top of the ultimate thrill of being on the end of your daddy’s dick, you had the niggling feeling that your unique relationship could end at any moment. Whether it would be because you’d be discovered and separated, or Genji coming to his senses and pushing you away. You were hoping obedience would stave this off.
So if your father said no more sex in the showers, then no more sex in the showers.
The two of you shared lingering, loving kisses and then conveniently cleaned yourselves using the shower.
“So who do you think it was?” you asked your father. “I didn’t recognize one of the voices.”
The stranger turns out to be your uncle, Hanzo. He looks so different from Genji, not just because he barely has any scars on his intact body. The quiet love for life that your father has is dimmed in Hanzo’s eyes. This, in contrast to his loud, commanding voice. Not quite as booming as Reinhardt’s, but he demands just as much respect when he speaks. You give him that respect. He’s not unkind to you and keeps you at a distance at first.
You charm your way past Hanzo’s defences. You have all the charisma of your father and lack all the negative associations that make Hanzo push his brother away. Hanzo is pleased to teach you how to handle a bow, and he’s even more pleased when he sees you holding the bow with an excited grin.
Genji should be immensely proud of you for getting along with Hanzo and happy that right now, you are being a link between the two brothers. Almost like a real family. But something about it eats at him. Riles him up. Genji found himself keeping mental notes of where your uncle was in relation to you. Hanzo being in the same room as you raised his hackles. Genji is aware of the change in himself. He hides it well from you and instead takes it out on your cunt. Hammers it with his hand over your mouth to stifle your screams. He only does this when Hanzo is off-base, just to be safe.
Hanzo sets to work right away, and Genji keeps you almost constantly full of his cum in the meantime. You welcome this rough, but less loving, type of fucking. You equate it with fatherly approval. Every time Genji comes undone while inside you, you feel loved and connected to your father. Your uncle’s face starts appearing in the back of your mind as you and Genji continue to fuck in secret. Hanzo is a beautiful man, so it only enhances the pleasure you feel. Genji has to clamp his hand tighter around your mouth.
Hanzo comments on the marks around your mouth when he next returns to the watchpoint the next day. Your face sets ablaze in embarrassment, and you make up a flimsy excuse. Hanzo hums, disbelieving, but he drops the subject. He has become a protective uncle to you. He pulls you close to place a kiss in your hair, then lets go. He’s just worried about you hurting yourself.
You revel in his affection, but the closer you get to Hanzo, the more worried you are that he will somehow find out about your and Genji’s secret.
Adding to your worries, Dr. Ziegler says she has serious news for you at your next appointment. Your father doesn’t have to come with, but he sees the dread in your expression. He needs to take care of his little girl.
Dr. Ziegler smiles sadly when she sees that Genji is with you.
“I’m glad you brought support. You know we’re all here for you,” she says. “You’re pregnant.”
The room spun, and your nausea wasn’t from the pregnancy. You reached for your father’s hand for comfort, for an emotional anchor. Genji moved his hand away, and you knew that was it. He was your father, no longer your daddy.
The next few days were awkward. You saw your sadness reflect in your father’s eyes. He often stared into space, silent, when normally he would chat with you. You watched him, scared to interrupt. He would come to the conclusion that you shouldn’t continue your trysts anymore. There was a serious consequence, but neither of you expected pregnancy. The birth control failed.
After three days, Genji announced your fate:
“I’m taking you back to Japan, Beautiful.”
He used your favourite nickname, but again, this was it. You sniffled and wiped your tears away, trying to be a big girl for your father. You took the flight there together, leaning against each other. You bundled up your jacket to use as a pillow and fell asleep on his shoulder to get some rest from your grief.
You woke, groggy, when the plane touched down. You lifted your head from Genji’s shoulder.
“The other flight is in a few hours,” Genji tells you gently.
He gets up, grabs his bag from the overhead bin, and leaves the plane. You follow, the wheels in your head turning.
You didn’t know this was a stopover flight. You hadn’t paid attention, just blindly obeyed your father and got on the plane. The logic followed then that this flight stopped halfway, in the US. You tried to ask for more details.
“’Tousan-”
“Come,” he ordered, firm but without edge.
Your chin fell towards your chest, and you followed his feet as they walked. He led you to what you assumed would be somewhere to eat.
“It is good that we have different last names. No one will be suspicious,” he said just loud enough for you to hear.
You looked up to see him open the door to a strange building. You followed him inside, curious. He took your hand, grabbing your attention.
“Just say, ‘I do,’ when the officiant looks at you.”
You stopped, the truth hitting you hard. Genji wasn’t breaking off your sexual relationship, he was taking you to Vegas to marry you.
black-jean-grey replied to your post “(1/3) I have been thinking about Daughter!Reader to Genji. But instead…”
Wait keep this thought train going ��
Alright, alright lemme see what I can do!
Hanzo states that Genji’s daughter, Daughter!Reader, is too much like young Genji. She’s going down a self-destructive path. She needs to know how delusional she is if she thinks she can hold her own against them, in the bedroom and outside of it. Genji agrees, because he’s lived it.
Hanzo is in charge of keeping her tied up and locked inside her room. If she tries to escape, he makes a show of his combat abilities to scare her back in line. If that includes a few bruises and a mild concussion, that’s on her; she shouldn’t be so foolish and try to fight him.
Genji’s the one who has his way with her. Shows her that he was an expert lover before she was even born. He uses all the knowledge he has to give her earth-shattering after earth-shattering orgasms. The kind that bring you to tears after because of the emotions welling up in you. He encourages her to cry, tells her that it’s good for her. lol u could call this ‘sexual healing’
It makes sense to me that two Shimadas would be needed to control one. They team up to teach Daughter!Reader proper discipline. To be an obedient slave in the house. She has to work hard instead of charming whatever she wants out of everyone. She has to clean the house and learn to cook. This extends to her servicing them in the bedroom and in general providing her body to them when they want to use it. In return for being good, they bring her small presents.
I think an interesting ending to this is one night they’re fucking her so hard that her dragon manifests to help defend her. Maybe she escapes then.
(1/3) I have been thinking about Daughter!Reader to Genji. But instead of them sleeping together, when she was born, he was young and pretty much forgot about her to be raised by her mom. Fast forward in time, and she turns out kinda like him, but with daddy issues and craving attention from older men. She’s a little shit. She tracks down Hanzo, and seduces him while he’s drunk and vulnerable. He realizes after who she is, and fears Genji will come kill him (because that’s what Hanzo would do in
(2/3)drunk and vulnerable. He realizes after who she is, and fears Genji will come kill him (because that’s what Hanzo would do in his brother’s shoes). The fool gets drunk again, so Daughter!Reader seduces him again. After he cums, he realizes what he’s done, and tosses her off the bed and out of his place. He’s decided he’ll tell Genji the truth and demand why Genji’s being such a bad father and letting her be a whore. Genji doesn’t really know what she’s up to. She’s been avoiding her father,
(3/3) because he would see through her bullshit in a second because that’s how he used to be. She’s playing with fire and gonna get burned. I don’t see this ending well for her. XD I just liked this idea a lot and wanted to share.
What if she goes and finds her uncle, plies him with alcohol, acting like she wants to be sweet and hear about his troubled past. But really she just wants to get him to spill his guts. She acts really ignorant and keeps the sake coming. One Hanzo brings up Genji she brings him back up over and over again. She manages to get Hanzo to confess that he and Genji kind of messed around a little bit (he had a history of doing things drunk he wouldn’t do sober), and that he kind of misses it. She’s hit the jackpot. Hanzo even carries a photo of Genji from before the incident. She tells him to look at her, doesn’t she kinda look like him? Does that turn him on? It does; it works.
When he sobers up and puts two and two together, he then he again to mask the guilt from the fact that he fucked his niece. She convinces him, in Hanzo’s drunken state, that he loved it. Really he did, and he ends up sleeping with her again. He even ends up calling her Genji a few times, and daughter!reader just eggs him on. Hanzo fucks her harder, cums. The orgasm clears Hanzo’s head enough for him to get angry and throw her out. She’s practically naked and totally proud of herself. She got him again.
I can’t decide if they’d find her and it’d be a very angsty end to things. Or if they’d find her and Genji and Hanzo punish her for being a shit by fucking her how they want to together. Totally out of her control and it ends up being a little more than what she bargained for.
I think I like the idea that they could make her a sex slave for a while. A pet that they train to be more obedient and disciplined.
“Some Brother!Hanzo x a cheeky, virgin sister!reader. She’s “curious” and Hanzo indulges her curiosity :3” So ummmm… Please??????? Like the moment I read this I was so fucking hyped to see it
WN: Public Sex, Dub-Con due to alcohol~
Hanzo’s not sure which excuse it is that keeps him from ripping his sister’s hips away, throwing her on her ass, and storming off. Whether it’s the alcohol that sings through his veins making him more agreeable than usual, or the fact that deep in his guts he really wants to feel his little sister’s bare, virgin cunt. Raw, and tight, and so wet. He can see it because you make it a point to show it to him. How pink and glistening you are, displayed by two dainty fingers spreading the folds of your slick lips apart. A small gape catches his eye, your cherry red insides, unsullied but any other man.
You straddle his lap, lower yourself, and bounce your silky velvet just so against the tip of his exposed cock; you do it again and again until it just pops inside of you. As promised, a surprise to him (he doesn’t trust you right now) you, in fact, only take in the tip. It’s swallowed up and gripped tightly. “Only” the tip still has Hanzo’s hips lurching. Dangerous as he almost thrusts himself all the way into your pristine flower. You gasp. “It feels good,” you say. Then giggle, wiggle your hips from side to side, so pleased with your current state.
6th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill
Genji/Hanzo – ANEKI!HANZO; just the tip; incest; drunk sex – Genji got himself and Hanzo drunk. He’s a horny drunk boi and Hanzo is… Hanzo. Always ready but never wanting to admit it.
THIS CONTAINS ANEKI HANZO! THEREFORE FEMALE HANZO! be aware and don’t read if that triggers you
“You’re the prettiest girl around, Hanzo.” Genji is leaning heavily on Hanzo’s shoulder, pressing another cup of sake against her lips. She growls and struggles to dig her elbow into his side to shrug him off, but she is just as sluggish as he and the moment her lips open, he tilts the shallow cup and makes her drink the sharp alcohol.
“Get off me, Genji.”
“But you smell so good… mmhhh.” He presses his nose against her neck, fingers pawing at her kimono until he starts dragging it off her shoulder. Hanzo squirms, pushing him away with one arm and wiping her mouth with the sleeve of the other. She squints at the smear of lipstick she leaves behind, annoyed at the fact that Genji has ruined her make-up again.
“Go away. You’re drunk.”
“And horny. C’mon, Hanzo…” While usually his bulk is no issue for her, the heat and lethargy of the alcohol make it difficult to push him away when he’s got his mind set on something. “Just a bit… Nobody’ll have to know.”
His wet, sloppy mouth already starts sucking every bit of skin he can get it on; her ear and neck and the point of her jaw, until her nipples are hard and needy and warm arousal starts to bloom in her belly almost against her will.
“You’ll just get me dirty again,” she growls, trying to coordinate pushing him away as he straddles one of her thighs and leisurely fucks against it. His own kimono has slipped open, revealing how he’s not wearing anything underneath. Lewd.
His cock is sleek and silky and big, and Hanzo has to bite her tongue to remind herself not to touch it.
“N-No… I won’t. I’ll just put in the tip, and then I’ll jerk off on the ground. I promise, aneki…” His big, blunt fingers are at her panties, gently drawing circles over her mound, then pressing where he wants to put his cock; fucking her with the very tips of his fingers as well as possible while she still got her panties on.
Her clit feels swollen and almost painful, pulsing and looking for some friction as she cants her hips up into her brother’s cheeky touch, her fingers digging into his hair, letting him feel the sharp tips of her nails until he starts whining like he did when they were both much younger.
“Anekiii…”
“You never keep your promises,” she accuses, but it is difficult to concentrate with Genji trying to finger fuck her through her panties, and his big, silky cock sliding along her thigh and leaving smears of pre-cum. Already getting her dirty.
“I will this time. I promise,” he whines. His head is already between her tits, nuzzling, trying sloppily to get them out of the small bra she is wearing. The alcohol lets her sink into a fog for a while, thoughts muddled, just letting herself feel Genji’s ministrations. She almost wants to give him the go-ahead until she remembers: “You don’t have a condom.”
Genji sloppily mouths at her left tit, trying to get his mouth around the fat nipple there.
“I’ll not come in you… Just the tip, Aneki… please.”
“No.” She frantically pets his head. His mouth is hot and tight around her nipple, nursing with a tight seal that makes tears spring to her eyes and might skewer her perception.
“In my… In my ass,” she whispers, squirming to turn around beneath him while Genji blinks dumb and drunk at her.
“Huh?”
“Put it in my ass instead.”
“Oh God,” he whispers when he understands. He sounds choked; like he’s on the verge of having a heart attack. Then he’s on her, his heavy bulk pressing her down unforgiving, his hand clumsy as he tries to push her panties to the side and line up at the same time.
There’s no preparation, and she is tight; the whole thing burns and aches, but Hanzo is hot for it like for nothing else in a long time, her thighs quivering and clit thrumming as she feels like she’s coming without being touched, all the while Genji stupidly pants into her ear, hot breath fanning across her cheek: “Just the tip. Just the tip. Fuck, Hanzo, you’re the prettiest girl. Fuck. Prettiest sister. So good to her little brother… Best cunt… fuck…”
His voice is already strained. He sounds like he’s going to shoot his load after just a couple minutes of rabbit humping her, trying not to fuck into her swollen, raw asshole too deep; and Hanzo, in the alcoholic fog surrounding her mind, while sucking at the ball of her thumb, almost wishes he’d unload on her cunt, at least.
if sis!reader joined blackwatch to follow genji, how possessive do you think his behaviour would be? like around mccree, reyes, and other recruits in general? how borderline scandalous would they be in public?
Since BW!Genji’s on the edge, a little unhinged, and constantly in a state of ‘I don’t give fuck’ they’d be very borderline scandalous. Especially around Reyes and McCree. Genji can sense that both Reyes and McCree have obvious hard-ons for his sister. The moment either of them starts up their flirtations Genji’s all over her. An arm around her shoulder, her waist. Silent, his red eyes boring into either the face of McCree or Reyes ‘til they get the hint and fuck off.
If they’re seated, they’re in each other’s laps. Genji always shared the room with her. No matter where the mission takes them. And often the bed. Genji and his sister are basically attached at the hip. McCree writes it off has it all being the ninja’s way of dealing with trauma. Reyes is too fucking tired to speculate, he has bigger issues to put his mental energy towards.
So I am a fellow fanfiction writer and your blog seriously inspired me, and I really want to try a hand in writing incest. Do you deal with hate or do you have any tips on how to deal with negative feedback? It is the only thing holding me back from wanting to write the things I want.
Block. Delete. Move on. Write what you want. <– The short answer.
Going into it with the mindset that a little hate here and there is to be expected helps. I was prepared to get a lot. That’s not what happened. I ended up with far more support, mountains more than any hate I’ve ever received. Over the ten months, I’ve had this blog I’ve gotten… four to five “hate.” And some of it was such baby rage it was laughable. Also keep in mind that I have written a fuck ton of stuff.
I also think you need to be really honest with yourself. If, or when you do get a message in your inbox can you delete it and move on? Are you capable of not taking it to heart? I am a firm believer that if you answer that ask, try to defend, or dismiss what they’re saying, then it’s only going to get you more. The person leaving you hate? Doesn’t care about your defense or sound logic. Whether you’re writing to cope or just because it inspires you, it doesn’t matter, nothing you say is going to be good enough to change their mind about you. It’s your blog, you get to choose what goes on it, and who gets a voice there. Good luck, friend. I hope you find the courage to write the things you want.
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Slutty genji messing around getting in trouble and picked up by jealous hanzo
Hanzo is silent on the drive home, smacking genji’s hand away when it creeps up his thigh
Genji not realizing how upset he’s actually made hanzo
The More Things Change
Having confidence in his stealth abilities, Genji revisited one of the old clubs he used to embarrass himself in when he was younger. He donned some dark clothing, tapered, black sweatpants and a similar zip-up jacket (he tried some slim jeans, but they didn’t fit his thighs) and slipped into the club through the back. No way would he try to go in the front.
The noise and the energy level of the dancefloor made it easy for him to melt into the shadows between the gyrating bodies and slip from group to group.
Moving was easy, but the feeling wasn’t. It wasn’t the same as before. He wasn’t the same man as before. He didn’t belong here, he quickly realized. Everyone was generating so much heat, and it was suffocating. Genji escaped to the bathroom.
He didn’t remember this particular bathroom, but his rising erection did. A blush crossed his cheeks as realized he didn’t know how many hookups he’d had in there. Luckily there was no one else in the bathroom. He could rub one out really quick in a stall and cum in the toilet.
He went into the furthest stall, closed and locked the door behind himself, and sat on the toilet. He relaxed back. He freed his cock from his sweats with one hand and pushed his other down to cup his sack. His body twitched once from his cold hands, but they soon warmed. The muffled drumming of the music on the other side of the bathroom walls gave him a false sense of security. Anyone who came in surely wouldn’t hear him or pay any mind. He had all the memories in his spankbank to make this quick and leave without anyone really seeing him. He removed his face plates and put them on the toilet paper holder.
Someone needing the bathroom entered and walked past the urinals.
Genji ignored the club-goer and concentrated on the up-down motion of his fist on his erection. He was slightly annoyed when the stranger chose the stall next to his, out of all the other stalls.
A few moments of silence from the other stall go by. Genji slows unconsciously, and his gaze slides in the direction of the stranger. There’s the round head of a dick poking through a hole in the stall. It’s not all the way through, and it moves as if the person attached to it is trying to give it some strokes to make it harder.
Genji forgot there was a glory hole in this stall. He must have used this stall out of habit, his unconscious mind remembering all the nights with a stranger’s cock in his mouth. The bigger the better, so his drunk brain could think to itself, “That’ll show you, Hanzo. I can take something this thick.”
It made sense at the time.
This particular cock wasn’t one of the bigger ones, but Genji craved its weight on his tongue all the same. His grip slid down to loosely hug the base of his shaft. He dropped his knees to the floor with a couple thuds to signal that he was in for this. He sucked the whole cock into his mouth without another thought. The stranger on the other side jumped a bit, not expecting the eager welcome. Genji’s stretched lips kissed the stall wall and then pulled back as he went to work.
On the other side of the hole, Hanzo had a face like a drowning fish. Eyes rolled back and mouth hung open comically, gasping. Yet, he managed to be handsome even then. Now he knew he why he put his dick in the poorly-carved hole. He had been warmed with embarrassment before; now the walls of the club were closing in and sweat was pouring out of his pits, but this felt so fucking good. Before, he was standing here because he downed a few glasses of sake. Hanzo always used alcohol to loosen up and get past his inhibitions. He deserved some fun after a youth full of sticking to others’ expectations, dammit.
He thought he might be thrusting into the welcoming mouth on the other side of the plastic wall when he first poked into the hole. Instead, all his hips were doing was twitching uncontrollably. He was on the edge already.
The man suddenly pulled all the way back and off his cock. Hanzo bit his tongue to cut off an unattractive, warbly groan. The man grabbed Hanzo’s ankle.
“Don’t finish yet,” he said. “I want to catch up.”
Hanzo’s eyes popped open for a different reason this time. He looked down and confirmed his fear. There were the slim, grey fingers of Genji’s cybernetic hand. Somehow, the hand was a lead weight on his foot.
Genji took his hand from Hanzo’s ankle and tightly stroked himself. Hanzo’s cock was enveloped by Genji’s warm mouth again. Genji was giving him a light suck, but it kept Hanzo rooted to the floor. He put a hand to the wall, planning to push himself away from it, but he was weak like a kitten. Weak from the dance Genji’s tongue was doing around his cockhead. Hanzo’s hips pressed closer to Genji, almost shoving his balls through the hole to get more, more. Genji obliged, the corners of his mouth turning up smugly. He still had it.
Genji caught up before Hanzo couldn’t keep back the deluge of pleasure his orgasm flooded him with. The metal piece on Genji’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. By the grace of God, Hanzo bit his lip hard enough to keep his noise down.
Genji opened his mouth and let Hanzo’s softening cock fall out. He sighed like Hanzo’s cum was a cool, refreshing drink.
Before Genji could leave, Hanzo crouched down. He put a hand to Genji’s foot to make him pause. Genji glanced down and pondered the fingerless gloves the stranger was wearing.
“Don’t want me to leave just yet?” flirted Genji.
Hanzo swiped some cum up off the floor with a finger. He offered it to his brother through the glory hole.
Genji still thought Hanzo was a stranger, and that this stranger was just treating him like the slut he was. Genji smiled and lapped the cum off with one lick.
The finger retracted and the stranger left his stall. Genji was curious about this man. He hooked his fingers on the top of the stall and lifted his body up to get a peek. He spotted an undershave on the back of the stranger’s head as he walked out the bathroom door. The jacket and sweatpants with the gold dragon design were not usual club wear, but he supposed he wasn’t one to judge considering what he was currently wearing.
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