Your father returned to Overwatch but kept in touch with you via message. What happened between you before hung over you and made things awkward, at least on your end. You nearly died on the spot when he brought it up, wanting to talk it out.
“Let’s just forget it happened,” you insisted.
How naive you were, but he went along with it.
Genji tried to visit you regularly, but most of the time his visits were cut short. He was called back to base to cover for an injured comrade. Overwatch was in sore need of recruits. Eventually, your father asked you to return with him. He asked while giving you a loving hug, showering your face with kisses.
“I want you in my life. Will you come with me?” he asked.
It didn’t take you long to say yes. Not a lot was keeping you rooted to where you lived. And you had a knack for making friends wherever you went, anyway. Even if they weren’t deep friendships, the connections helped you get what you needed or wanted.
You gathered some belongings and followed your long-lost father onto one of Overwatch’s drop ships. You trembled with excitement, looking everywhere inside the ship. You took in all the shiny details and the neat-looking technology. Before your father made you strap into a seat, you met the pilot, Lena. She acted friendly, even looked friendly, so you got along with her right away. Asked her what got her into piloting, show she joined Overwatch, and everything.
“Look at him preening over there,” she said, smirking and jerking a thumb in Genji’s direction.
You turned around, and he straightened up stiffly, trying to act casual.
“Are you proud of me, Otousan?” you teased.
Your father stood stock still.
“It is very strange to finally hear that.”
“Is ‘Tousan better?”
“…No. But it will have to do,” he admitted. He didn’t want to be reminded that he was getting older.
After that, your father let his new role settle onto his shoulders like it was nothing. You were such a beautiful child in his eyes, how could being your father be a bad thing? In fact, he settled on calling you that, ‘Beautiful’. It seemed right to him. Your turn to preen; you loved it.
You loved Gibraltar even more than the drop ship. There were numerous dark corners and forgotten pieces of tech lying around to explore. Your new room was dusty and neglected, but it was yours and your father’s was next to it. Normally, he preferred a quiet room to come back to without any neighbours, but he made an exception for you.
You took to your training with enthusiasm. You were worried at first that Genji would fuss over you and get in the way. Instead, he chose to parent you like a bird letting its young fall out of the nest to fly for the first time. He watched from afar as you tried, and inevitably failed a few times. He was there to help you heal after.
Your father sat with you when you fussed over your bruises, not bad enough to see the doctor.
You poked your latest one and then whined at him.
“It hurts so much…!”
“Of course it does, Beautiful. What did you expect?”
You petulantly showed him your lower lip in response.
Your father lifted your shirt, murmuring, “Let me see.”
You let him, enjoying having someone fuss over you. He traced the outline of the huge, ugly bruise on your side with a fingertip. He hissed in sympathy at the sight of it.
Genji was still fussing over your bruises, which you liked. You were loved. Your attention was drawn elsewhere, however. You were keenly aware of how close he sat. Your clit was keenly aware, too. The way he sat, his thighs were relaxed open in a V-shape. The bottom of the V was where his dick was tucked away. A part of him you were inappropriately familiar with. Your eyelids fell closed as a blush creeped up your cheeks. How could you feel this way? You were unbelievable.
“Oh, did I hurt you?”
You snapped out of it, and opened your eyes to find your handsome father staring at you expectantly. He tucked your shirt back down.
You shook your head. “No.”
Genji gave you a small smile, brightening your existence.
“Give me a hug!” you said, smiling back and walking forward on your knees.
“Okay,” he laughed.
He held you gently to his body with his chin resting on the top of your head while you straddled one of his thighs. Maybe it was unusual for a young woman your age to sit in your father’s lap, but he had missed out on holding you like this when you were a little girl.
Blood was pounding between your legs. But you wanted to stay close to your father. Instead of kissing his neck and feeling the synthetic material beneath your lips, you nuzzled him. You desired to be sitting, full of his cock, but instead you squeezed him tighter. You were scared he could feel your arousal, it was so obvious to you.
Genji hummed softly and squeezed you, too. The side of his cool helm pressed against your ear. You remained cuddled up with Genji for so long, you thought you might drop off to sleep. Until he shifted.
“I must do my daily mediation,” he said. You made complaining noises but got off his lap. “A lot of my thoughts are most likely going to be of you.”
The next little while went well. You kept your dirty urges to yourself. You masturbated a few times in your new bed to take the edge off, but you kept wishing your fingers were your father’s.
During the day, your gaze was drawn to his hands. You swear you could feel the ghost of his fingertips caressing your slit through your panties. You tore your gaze away each time, glad no one noticed. You trained harder to distract yourself, but you only ended up with worse bruises, some scrapes, and finally a trip to see that doctor.
Genji came to fetch you after to take you back your room.
“How did you manage this?” he asked.
“I tried, ‘Tousan. I really did!”
You turned to look in his direction while speaking to him, and you lost your balance and started to topple. Your father steadied you. You were super aware of his hands on your body, and straightened up quickly so he would let go.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. I’m just,” you paused to twirl your finger next to your temple, “a little loopy. She gave me something called Tylenol 3s.”
“That’s it? And you are like this? You should lie down.”
“But, ‘Tousan…”
You let your father take you to your room. Genji removed his face coverings and you lay together on the bed a modest distance away from each other. The medication loosened your tongue, and Genji was happy to hear you talk.
You chattered to him all about your training. How terribly clumsy you were, but you were trying. You wanted him to be proud of you, but you left that last bit out.
“I must have inherited my abilities from my mom,” you said, grinning.
“Oh? What happened to her?”
“She’s…around. We don’t get along, and we’re not really close. I talked myself into a job as soon as possible and moved out. She never asked me to stay, anyway.” You wished she had. “I would go back every once in a while and apologize for being a bad child and then leave again.” You glared at the ceiling.
“You got that from me. Sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“I was the same. I could not stay at home when I was younger. It was suffocating. I had strict trainers and a strict brother.”
“Hanzo-ojisan?”
He nodded.
“Why doesn’t Ojisan just join Overwatch?” you huffed.
“He must find his own path.”
“But don’t you want him here?”
“I do, but this situation requires patience. Trust me.”
“Whatever, ‘Tousan.” You wiggled over into his personal space. You slung one arm over his side, hugging him closer, despite his uncomfortable body parts. “Cuddle me.”
“Okay,” he agreed quietly. “And…can you do me a favour?”
“Hmm?”
“Could you please call me ‘daddy’?”
You pulled back to frown at him. You thought immediately of the sexual connotations. Also, if everyone heard you calling Genji ‘daddy,’ then they might start to wonder how close you really were.
You angrily smacked his chest for even suggesting it. “No!”
“Hear me out,” Genji said, slipping his hand around to hold it against your lower back. How easily it could slip lower to fondle your ass. “I had been thinking. I like thinking of you as my little girl. I was not present when you were growing up.”
That smelled like bullshit. You cocked a brow and took a huge risk, asking, “Is that the real reason?”
Your father studied you for a few moments. His helm cast a shadow over his eyes usually, but his eyes always held an inner glow. A quiet love for life.
“I see I’m not the only one thinking of this.”
You recoiled in shock at that, but then settled in close again. You gave him a look that you hoped communicated what you wanted without having to say it out loud. You wanted your daddy in the worst way. If he said no, if he pushed you away you might return to Japan in tears.
Your father smiled sadly.
“Is it my fault you grew up such an attractive young woman?”
You nodded, still begging with your eyes, and Genji cracked a grin.
“Heheh, what a naughty girl.”
Your father leaned in close to give you a sweet kiss on the cheek. You bumped your cheek against his lips. It was nice, but it wasn’t exactly what you wanted.
“You make me proud. You deserve a reward. What do you desire?”
His wording didn’t slip by you. You knew what you desired.
“Finger me, Daddy.”
You must have hit upon his weakness by saying that. He hesitated, but then he licked his fingers and his hand dove down into your underwear. He rubbed at your clit first, making you whisper, “Yesss.”
You opened your thighs further and pressed your hips up into the stimulation he was giving you. Your daddy studied your face to gauge your reaction, while you stared up at him through pleading eyes.
Your clit wasn’t his main target, so his fingers went further. The tips slid along your slit. He penetrated you just a bit, and he swirled his fingers around just inside your entrance, making you cry, “Daddy!”
Genji shushed you in case someone overheard. So when he began to finger you properly with a single finger, you swallowed another cry, it emerging as a whine from your throat. A second finger soon followed. It slid in shamefully easily, as your entire entrance was coated in a thick layer of slick. You gripped his arm tightly with one hand, the armour cutting into your palm. Your daddy spoiled you, letting you rut your naughty hips against his hand. He knew you could barely contain yourself. His fingertips were petting your special spot, making you clamp your hand over your mouth to keep in your moans.
Your daddy nuzzled into your ear to ask softly if you were close. You confirmed with a shrill hum.
“Don’t finish yet, Beautiful.”
You looked at him in confusion. Genji’s fingers slowed. You were even more confused. Your daddy captured your lips in a kiss. He opened his mouth, so you obediently opened yours in turn. His fingers sped up inside you again. Your daddy muffled your noises by tentatively licking inside your mouth. You let him in, and he put more passion into the kiss. Your body squirmed against his until you came, arching up from the bed.
Genji continued to finger you through it, then pulled his hand out of your pants. He broke the kiss, leaving you panting and dazed. He popped his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean.
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