Kitty Kompanion Ch 5

Genji hadn’t been at the watchpoint for longer than a full day for the past month. Not having a work schedule for yourself, you lost track of what day it was.

You did offer to do paperwork, but Winston waved your suggestion off. “Athena does all that.”

So you doubted yourself that Genji seemed be going on longer and longer missions. Overall, you were okay. Your breasts were so nice and full, and your stomach didn’t have as many stretch marks as you had feared. You should have been grateful that you were safe and healthy. The piece missing from your heart disagreed. Whispered to you that it was unfair. You wondered why you should get out of bed, to face the loneliness. The tempting sleepiness pulled you back down. You closed your eyes, chasing the split second before unconsciousness that was free of any worry. The extra sleep had the opposite effect that sleep normally has. You spent the day feeling like shit and looking like it, eyebags and all.

You gave up training after falling and bruising your hip. Your centre of gravity had shifted without you noticing. You sat there, annoyed. You punched the floor, resentful that the further along you got, the more your job was becoming ‘being pregnant.’ You took your frustration out on Genji’s cock when he was home. Making him lay back while you rode him until you tired yourself out. Your fingers gave you a less satisfying orgasm, and it was getting harder to reach properly. Genji welcomed your use of him, contentedly drinking in your curves with his hungry gaze. As soon as your thighs refused to obey you, he guided you back slowly with his hands at your back to avoid ripping his knot out of your cunt. Genji curled around your pregnant stomach to give love to your swollen breasts. These was some of your best times with him lately, because his knot locked inside you guaranteed some quality time. You traded tender kisses and discussed possible baby names until he had to leave again.

Genji noticed the growing length of his missions, as well, and picked up the habit of bringing you a small stuffed animal from each new location. Whether he stole them or bought them, you didn’t mind. The theme was baby versions of animals whenever he could find them. You had amassed a sizeable amount in a short time. You lay in the bed, surrounded by the stuffies, because half its occupants weren’t there most of the time anyway. You were wondering if Genji’s presents were doubling as baby toys. He indignantly huffed when you asked him this.

Later he confessed to Jesse and Hanzo in the Orca that his scheme had been found out, and his brother had no sympathy.

“Don’t be cheap, then!”

“It is called being frugal, Hanzo. You would go broke just trying to get a first date,” said Genji, taking a jab at Hanzo’s expensive tastes in cologne, bath oils, eyeliner, skincare, and separate combs for his hair and his fur.

“At least he pays for the things,” Jesse pointed out, when Genji would have no problem stealing them.

“As if there is honour involved in something so insignificant,” Hanzo said.

“There is to me,” Genji growled. “Who is the one who is single, and who is not?”

“Genji’s got a point, Hanz,” Jesse said. “You might try bein’ nice every once in a while.”

Hanzo squared up with the cowboy, ears flat and his tail waving. His white teeth peeked out of his sneering lips. Jesse barely twitched.

“You should work on that attitude. It’s bringin’ team morale down,” he drawled, casually puffing on his cigarillo with a finger and thumb holding it steady.

Hanzo picked a far away sniper perch to sulk in after the Orca landed.

“Sorry if that was unprofessional, Jesse,” Genji whispered to him.

“As long as we stick to the plan and come back in one piece, you two can cat fight all you want.”

Hanzo wheezed poorly contained laughter. He got a hold of himself and asked McCree if he plucked his joke from the dumpster they passed on the way over. Jesse took his cigarillo from his lips.

“Well, I’ll be.”

“He laughed,” Genji said. His chest expanded with a deep breath. He let it out slowly, placing a hand solemnly on Jesse’s shoulder. “I will make an appointment with Angela for him when we get back. He is clearly terminal.”

“Do not!”

Jesse and Genji fell against each other, snickering quietly so enemies wouldn’t hear.

Genji returned from that particular mission with a stuffed baby beaver. He found you napping with all the stuffies. What an adorable sight you made, with your pregnant belly protruding above all the stuffed animals. He had no idea you missed him so badly, and instead was drawn to join you for your nap. He added the baby beaver to the pile and then pushed some to the side so he could slot himself into the cuddle pile next to your body.

You would have remained in the bed with this surprise appearance of Genji, but you an immense need to pee and right now. You inched towards the side of the bed, dragging your extra weight along. It disturbed your bedmate. He shifted around and you stopped with your legs hanging off the side of the bed, waiting for him to greet you. Genji opened his eyes, hazy with sleepiness, and spied the stuffed animals.

“My kittens,” he cooed, sweeping his arms inwards, gathering some stuffies to his chest. He curled up around them, his tail touching his chin, and went back to sleep. You could tell he was sleeping by his peaceful, steady breathing.

You were about to pee yourself, so you quickly used the bathroom. Then you swiped your phone from the bedside table and snapped a pic of Genji cuddling his ‘babies.’ You had no idea what was going on, but you had to save this.

You woke him, and he whined at you sleepily not to show anyone because he didn’t remember talking to the stuffed animals at all. But too bad. Too late. The picture was already taken. Genji left for another mission, and now you had this darling photo to look at to comfort you while he was away.

“Hey, Angela.”

“How are you feeling? You look tired.”

You were on a first name basis with the pretty, blonde doctor now, and you knew the drill for your check-ins. You stepped on the scale, so she could record your weight gain. To be fair, a medical program was automatically recording all the data for perusal at Angela’s convenience.

“I am, but I’m fine otherwise I think.”

“That’s good. I’m tired as well,” she groaned and launched into some gossip. “Everyone is keeping me very busy. Did you hear that Tracer recalled into friendly fire for the fifth time in three months? She’s doing her best under the circumstances, but…Ugh! And I’m trying to convince Winston to switch to natural peanut butter as a compromise, but he conveniently keeps ‘forgetting’ to buy a minifridge for it. Then I just about put Jesse’s cigar out on his leg. Ahhh, but I have the best sleeps after days like that!” She grinned. “Also makes me look forward to seeing your healthy little baby bump in comparison.”

“The Winston part might be partly my fault. I ate all his bananas a week ago.”

“That’s alright. He’s an adult; it’s squarely on him,” she said, pointing at her shoulders. “Come, come. Sit.”

You sat on the exam table.

“My favourite part! Hearing the tiny heartbeat.” She took the stethoscope from around her neck. “Athena, bring up the audio feed for the mother to hear.”

“Yes, Dr. Ziegler.”

Angela played your heartbeat for you. Then the baby’s. You got a little light-headed each time with the realization that a tiny life was growing inside you. You cupped your belly tenderly.

“Almost makes me want to give up being a doctor to have children,” Angela said wistfully.

You looked up in surprise.

“What?”

She chuckled. “Got you!”

“Whatever,” you muttered with a smile.

“You know what’s next,” she said. You did, lying back on the exam table so the medical equipment could scan your uterus. “Let me just quickly go over your stuff here…” she said, walking over to the console.

You waited patiently. You wished Genji were here, but that was no surprise.

“Wait,” the doctor said. You sat up, already on alert. “Am I that tired? Did I forget you were having twins?”

Dr. Ziegler was squinting at the screen and rubbing her cheek in deep confusion, while you fought the urge to flail about in panic. No, you did not mention twins!

“Wait,” she said again. This time you deflated onto the exam table, already done with the surprises. “This one is reading as a few weeks younger. That cannot be…”

You nodded to everything she said, trying to ignore the lack of blood flowing to your brain. Dr. Ziegler released you for now, intending to study the results of the scans of the second baby. You dumbly walked down the hallway with your hands to your baby bump, until a thought smacked you like a pebble to the head. Genji was still not here, again! You fisted your hands angrily and jogged back to your room. You paced back and forth at the foot of your bed. The object of your anger was out on a mission, again.

Athena had to say your name twice before you realized she trying to get your attention.

“Athena! Right, sorry,” you said, depositing your rear on the bed. “What can I do for you?”

“An audio transmission for you from Agent Genji.”

You adjusted the position of your feet needlessly and smoothed invisible wrinkles on the stomach of your shirt.

“Alright. Connect us, please.”

Your beloved’s voice spoke your name, warmly drifting down from the ceiling.

“You!” you seethed.

“What? I-”

“Another baby! Angela says I’m pregnant with a second baby! Appeared out of nowhere! …I think,” you added quickly. “I don’t know…” A tsumani of angst came crashing over your anger, snuffing it. “And you’re not here!” you wailed.

You tried not to be selfish and blame Genji for not being here, but you just did. You failed. You were overwhelmed and alone. You stared at the floor, waiting to be chastised for not handling it better. Genji had never lost his patience with you before. Maybe this time you went too far.

“You may have to explain to me again what that means when I arrive home. For now, go see Angela. Please try not to stress too much. We will get through this. Together.”

“The transmission has ended,” said Athena.

“Thank you, Athena,” you said sadly.

“You’re welcome.”

“Together,” was Genji’s last word to you. Of course he had your back with this. You were foolish to think otherwise. Still, the prospect of two babies to take care of was daunting. Hopefully, Angela had an explanation of where the second baby came from, and soon. And maybe…she was mistaken about the whole thing. You had mixed feelings about that. For now, all your previous emotions receded, leaving you drained and raw. You fell back onto the bed, needing another nap.

Kitty Kompanion Ch 4

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Time went on, and Angela put you on pregnancy leave. You had misgivings about being a financial burden while the recall was still relatively recent, but no one mentioned it. You had more immediate happenings, anyway. Your stomach got bigger. It wasn’t firm like the big bellies you’ve seen in ads for pregnancy lotions; it was jiggly. But not too big that you couldn’t just put on your stretchier or looser clothes. Everyone knew you were pregnant, anyway. Such changes weren’t going to surprise them. You still trained every day, but not before standing in front of the mirror and shaking your extra fat or finding a surprise pimple on your face.

Genji sat you down one day and explained that he wanted you to take it easier. He was quite serious, and you agreed, seeing how much it meant to him. You did solo training, for recruits. It was laughably easy. At first, it bruised your ego. You considered increasing the intensity, but you found yourself tiring earlier than expected. Fatigued, even. You blamed the growing baby and took up napping at midday.

Your naps had the side-effect of summoning your partner to the bed. You woke one day with Genji sleeping loosely curled with his face stuffed between the bed and your stomach. His knees were tucked towards his chest, and lately, he hadn’t been kicking you in the face as much. It tugged at your heartstrings to see the assassin like this. If only this was a nightly occurrence, and he didn’t leave on multitudes of missions lately. But this was what you both signed up for when you joined Overwatch, so you couldn’t argue.

He would probably leave again soon. The impending loneliness was ruining the mood, so you distracted yourself by toying with Genji’s toebeans. You held his foot with one hand and squeezed the pads with the other. You gently forced the claws out and reveled in the slight shiver at how close your face was to something that could cut your skin to ribbons. Then you let go, and the claw disappeared. You had learned that long as you didn’t touch the ticklish area between the green toebeans, Genji wouldn’t stir.

But eventually, he did.

“Why are you so obsessed with my feet,” Genji wondered, yawning and rolling over. You protested his foot leaving your grasp.

“You’re the only one with toebeans, and I get to touch them!” you said, smiling. You frown. “Unless Hanzo…?”

“He does not. He has a set of normal toes. It was Winston who suggested they be installed, actually.”

“Smart dude.”

Genji got off the bed to retrieve his faceplates.

“I must go,” he said. “I am needed…”

Genji kept talking, giving you the gist of his next mission, but it went in one ear and out the other. Where he went wasn’t important, because it would not be here. You sat up and watched him attach his swords to his back, thinking, Why don’t you stay? Why can’t you stay? Knowing full well why Genji couldn’t.

He returned to the bed to say his goodbye. He softly kissed your forehead, with a hand behind your head. His hand lingered for a few more moments when he pulled away.

“Stay safe, that is all you need to do.”

You could only watch him leave, having the urge to grab his wrist and tell him, “You spend too much time away.” Now was not the appropriate time. The man, your partner that had become your rock walked out the door to leave for another mission.

You couldn’t mope around in your room alone for long. You were restless. The training and the subsequent nap left you ravenous.

You couldn’t eat most of the food in the kitchen. Everything had an overwhelming smell, and your stomach turned so often that you weren’t sure which foods turned you off and which didn’t. You were at a loss at what to do. You felt vulnerable and lonely, so one day you just showed up at Winston’s lab while most of the other agents were out doing other things. Winston stayed behind under the guise of needing to do digital paperwork, among other things, but you suspected he wanted to tinker by himself.

He placed an old, large pillow in one of the giant tires he usually sits in, so you could lounge in it like a beanbag chair. It turned out to be a good arrangement for the both of you to hang out in Winston’s lab. You could stomach his bananas, and he used you as an excuse to eat more peanut butter instead.

“I have to leave the pregnant woman something to eat,” he told Athena, placing the bunch of bananas in your lap and picking up a jar of peanut butter.

You quietly chewed a soft chunk of banana, listening to them bicker. You were less lonely. You spent your time either listened to Winston attempting to explain the science behind something or checked the internet for information on raising your baby (you conveniently forgot about the birthing process). Still, you missed Genji’s clingy, protective presence. He was frequently sent on stealth missions with Hanzo, and you worried that a high-stress situation would not help their relationship. You swallowed the food in your mouth.

“I’m worried about how they’re getting along out there.”

“Hm?”

You blinked, realizing you put no context to what you said. “Genji and Hanzo. They argued about my being pregnant. Hanzo was completely against it. Not like he can change the fact,” you said, rolling your eyes at Hanzo’s stubbornness.

“I wouldn’t worry. If they fight, well…cats have nine lives.” You wrinkled your nose at the terrible joke. “Although, in the case of Genji, maybe eight.”

“Oh, god,” you groaned, while Winston chuckled at his own jokes.

You pondered asking Winston about any details he might know about Genji’s status of cat-man that you didn’t. You hadn’t been comfortable asking Hanzo. It never came up in casual conversation. It seemed just accepted.

“…Hey, Winston?”

He grunted.

“Can you tell me anything Genji and Hanzo…being cat dudes?’

"I’m a little busy right now. However.” He sifted through the holopads on the side of his workspace. He tossed you one, which you thankfully caught before it hit you in the face. Score one for your training! “Athena can play you some entries from the former Blackwatch medic, Moira O’Deorain. It’s not much, but I can tell you more when I’m free.”

You agreed to ask him again another time and pressed play on the holopad.

“Captain’s log, stardate 73.01.13.” Dr. Deorain pauses to chuckle herself. “Whoever listens to this most likely won’t get the reference. Back to the topic at hand. Subject 25, also known as Blackwatch Agent Genji Shimada, is a genetic puzzle which eludes a solution. For now.

"My current hypotheses are as follows: One: the Shimada family are descendants of some large cat-human hybrid that evolved concurrently with modern humans. Although, their ability to produce healthy offspring with modern humans is nothing short of a miracle if that is correct,” the doctor mutters to herself.

“Two: someone in the past was dabbling in genetic splicing generations before their time, and I will be the one to uncover the evidence. Three: and this is highly unlikely, it is magic just as the commander says, and Subject 25’s status defies scientific explanation. The commander is allowing me to examine the subject tomorrow. I’ll know more then.”

Huh. You played the next one and skipped to the part about Genji.

“…Subject 25 purposefully avoided eye contact the entire time he was in my laboratory. The commander warned me of the subject’s foul temper, but Subject 25 did not hinder my examination of him at all. I took a few samples from the subject’s body. The only reaction my actions received was the subject watching my hands at work. Perhaps he liked my nail polish.”

You skipped ahead again.

“…I disagree with the number of nanites present in the samples. It’s clearly overkill, but that was always one of Dr. Ziegler’s failings. No one in charge is smart enough to realize it. The subject is in otherwise good health.”

You’re not sure what to make of that entry, so you play the next one.

“…The genetic material in the samples from Subject 25 is stubbornly normal. There isn’t even any evidence of tampering by the nanites. I need a more invasive sample. It’s too bad the subject’s feline features are no longer present on the body. I would have liked to examine and collect samples from those.”

Wow, what a cold way to refer to Genji’s missing ears and original tail.

“Using the first words he has spoken to me, Subject 25 refused to consent to have any more samples taken. He also bruised my wrist in the process. When I approached him, the commander wasn’t any help with my problem. He actually suggested I approach the good Dr. Ziegler to get what I needed. The subject trusts her more.” Dr. O’Deorain tutted. “I didn’t realize the commander had a sense of humour.”

“There are no more mentions of a Subject 25 or Agent Shimada in former Agent O’Deorain reports,” Athena stated after the last entry finished playing.

Winston sighed.

“She refused to believe that some things can’t eventually be broken down into understandable parts,” he said. “I think a few unexplained mysteries keeps you humble.”

“Ohhh, that’s wise, Winston.”

“Thank you!”

You yawned. Winston turned to observe you.

“Tired? Maybe time for a nap?”

“No,” you said. Weakly waving the suggestion off. “I’m fine for a bit.”

You jerked awake. You knew you should have listened to Winston. Your neck was sore from sleeping on Winston’s tire, and you groaned in irritation.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Genji’s clear, but accented, voice gave chased out the last of your drowsiness. He had been brushing the sensitive pads on the underside of his fingers against your face while you were sleeping. Your cheeks were unbelievably soft to him. When he cupped his entire hand to your cheek, the shock of the cold metal woke you.

“Good. You’re awake,” said Winston from his nearby desk. “Maybe he can take you back to your real bed.”

Not a bad idea, but you had to do something first. You exclaimed his name and waved him in closer. You hugged him as tight as you could without hurting your bigger boobs on his chest plates. Then you squeezed his head to your chest and kissed the top of his helm. When you let go, he said, “I missed both of you.” He pecked your tummy.

Which pricked and made you jump. Genji had been away so long that he was growing facial hair in between his scars. You grabbed his face and inspected him.

“Could ya shave?”

You thumbed the bald patches between the wiry, black hair. His skin was soft from being protected by his face plates all the time. Genji pouted and reached for the plate that covers his mouth. It lay nearby.

“No, no. It’s cute. Just… you’re like a cactus right now.”

The way that he quickly brought his hand back and gave you a small smile told you that he wasn’t really hurt by your suggestion to shave.

Now that Genji was back with you, everything was better. It was time to stop moping. You wiggled on the tire and stuck out your hand.

“Help me up, please?”

You asked, and he readily agreed, to get some cuddle time in back at your shared room. You walked side-by-side down the hall, with you glancing at his hair-covered chin. It was so weird. Plus, and you didn’t notice this before because he usually kept his helm on, but the edges of his hair were salt and pepper.

“What?” he asked, looking at you.

“You’re graying!”

Genji reflexively started petting his fledgling beard.

“Not even Hanzo is grey yet,” you said.

Genji sighed sadly. “Yes.”

“You wanna look like Hanzo?”

“Maybe he would stop glaring at me if I did,” he joked.

You couldn’t help your face falling to sadness.

“I’m sorry things are like this between you.”

“Thank you, but I am handling it for now,” he said. He squeezed you momentarily to his side with an arm around your waist. He stopped to face you, and you stopped with him. “Look, I’ll put my visor so I don’t poke you…”

“But then I have to do this.” You pulled his face down until your nose bumped the metal. “So I can see your eyes.”

He blinked, his skin and eyes neon green from the glass covering them.

“Staring contest!”

You frowned deeply. You wanted to win, but Genji was a competitive man. His tail twitched back and forth behind him. You took your hands from his visor, slowly, stealthily reaching down. He wouldn’t expect this betrayal from his own lover. You swiftly took his hands and put his palms to your pregnant belly. He couldn’t resist and glanced down. You shouted and stomped a victory dance down the hallway.

“You cheated,” he deadpanned.

“I wasn’t gonna win otherwise,” you replied, unrepentant.

You let Genji catch up to you, and you both continued walking.

“So Winston told you were asking about me?” he asked.

“Yeah, he gave some reports from some Dr. O’Deorain.”

“Why did you not ask me?”

“You weren’t here.” You tried to keep your tone perky; you weren’t trying to guilt him. You took his hand in yours.

“I know,” he said, sounding sad despite your effort. “And Moira was not a doctor. I heard from McCree years later a rumour that no university would give her a doctorate. I am not surprised. While I was a part of Blackwatch, she tried to stimulate my knot without permission.” Genji growled, and his tail whipped to the side in anger.

“Wow, bitch.”

A friend suggested to me the idea of Kitty!Genji having to wear a cone of shame. I thought it was adorable! But I can’t figure out why he would need it… What do you think?

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Hmm. Well, the main reason for cones is to prevent the animal from licking/biting their wounds post-treatment.

So if I had to come up with something for Genji… well I mean he probably goes in for surgery a lot to keep his mechanics up to date and whatnot but if we’re talking injuries:

He could have sustained a bad wound during a mission. One that required stitching on a fleshy area.

Honestly maybe he was put in one when he first became a cyborg??? Angry Blackwatch Genji in a cone is simultaneously hilarious and sad.

Could be a simple procedure too, like needing a tracker embedded under his skin.

Or what if he doesn’t even need it? Maybe he pissed Angela off so she puts one on him for a little bit and he can’t get it off.

Kitty Kompanion Ch 3

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“You did what!” Hanzo yelled.

“My mate is having my kitten. I thought you would be happy,” Genji said. He had one hand on his hip, and he gestured with the other. “You and father had always asked me to think about settling down.”

Hanzo’s matte, blue-black ears flattened against his shiny, black hair.

“That was because you were out of control! Not because you needed to get anyone pregnant!”

The two brothers faced each other, standing stiffly. Hanzo’s matching-coloured tail whipped back and forth at his rear. Genji’s grey, metal one waved in a gentler swish, but it was still an agitated movement.

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“You did what!” Hanzo yelled.

“My mate is having my kitten. I thought you would be happy,” Genji said. He had one hand on his hip, and he gestured with the other. “You and father had always asked me to think about settling down.”

Hanzo’s matte, blue-black ears flattened against his shiny, black hair.

“That was because you were out of control! Not because you needed to get anyone pregnant!”

The two brothers faced each other, standing stiffly. Hanzo’s matching-coloured tail whipped back and forth at his rear. Genji’s grey, metal one waved in a gentler swish, but it was still an agitated movement.

“We are not getting any younger, Hanzo. The tiger grants us power, not immortality.”

Genji tried to reason with Hanzo, but he wasn’t done being angry.

“Power we should not pass down to just anyone’s brats! You carry yourself differently, but you are the same fool who acts before he thinks.”

“I am not the little boy you once knew,” Genji pointed out.

“Clearly. Not even back then did you do something so foolish,” Hanzo hissed.

There was an intense pause where Hanzo’s nose twitched in anger and his tail fluffed. If this was a movie, they would have met violently in the middle and fought.

“You will not bait me,” said Genji. His tail stilled and hung relaxed behind him. “Insult my choices all you want. Just don’t come sniffing around my mate with that attitude. She is worthy. You just don’t see it.”

Genji took his palm from his hip and walked away. The tip of his tail twitched back and forth amiably, rubbing it in that Hanzo had failed to provoke him. Genji refused to dwell on the disappointment of Hanzo’s disapproval. He was better off thinking about why you were the right person to have his kittens. You could have left, could have quit Overwatch. Could have suggested terminating the fetus, but you didn’t. You stayed in the relationship in a way that Genji thought you would try to work out any problems with him when they arise.

And the sex. He was amazed how he managed to have mind-blowing and emotionally-intense sex with the same person. Just thinking about it made him want to prove his brother wrong with his dick.

The hissing of his vents interrupted his train of thought. Genji had to find you and relieve this need he had worked himself up to.

Genji found you outside, watching the sunset with Jesse. You stood a good distance apart. Then he saw you laugh, and Jesse taking a puff from his cigar. He was keeping a respectful distance to keep the smoke away from the baby.

Genji approached the two of you. The way he said nothing indicated that he wanted to speak with you alone. Happiness bubbled up in your chest at the sight of your lover, and you turned back to watch the colours on the horizon darken.

“All yers, Genji,” Jesse said.

You spoke up when the clink of his spurs were a good distance away.

“Hey, Genji. I was just, you know, watching the sunset like usual.”

His voice was silent, but his bodyparts spoke mechanically of how he strode up to stand just behind you.

“Do you think…that we could…”

Genji was all out of breath, and his voice was husky. His circular vents protracted again. It sparked a heartbeat in your lower core. You turned around to agree, and Genji hopped back. He had been using a tremendous amount of will to hold himself back from touching you where McCree could see. You looked Genji over. Since you knew he wasn’t angry with you, his hulking posture told you he wanted to pounce on you out of desire.

“Alright. Let’s go,” you said, leading your boyfriend, practically trembling with desire, back to your shared bed.

You had barely crawled onto the bed and hadn’t turned over onto your back before he was on you. His hands skimmed up your sides. He tried to hump your ass but forgot his dick was still sealed away. Instead, he knocked you flat onto the mattress. You giggled and rolled over. to see that Genji was already halfway through unlatching his groin plate. He frisbeed it across the room, knocking it against the wall.

“Oh my god, Genji!” You brought a hand up to cover your mouth and laughed harder.

He crawled forward quickly, surprising you back onto the bed again. He pinned you with a heated look and glanced momentarily at your lips.

“You won’t be laughing when I’m finished with you,” he promised.

Genji smashed his lips against your face. You pushed back, while Genij leaned on one hand and groped you with the other. It slid up your hip to your stomach. He squeezed your breast.

“I think you are already filling out with baby weight,” he said, breathing heavily, warm breath hitting your skin, “I have never been so hard. Look.”

Genji sat back and then pulled his erection down. It immediately sprang back up to bounce against his stomach armour with a dry tap, fully stiff. He jerked himself loosely a few times.

“Do you think,” he said, leaning down over you, “that maybe,” he crawled forward and kissed between your breasts and upward, “I could put another kitten in you?” Genji rolled his hips, rubbing the head of his cock between your legs.

Your response was to pull him up to your mouth for a kiss. You sucked on his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth for you. You both made out while his stroked the head of his cock.

Genji thrust into the tight grip of his hand, and you ripped your lips from his with lewd smack.

“Stop that,” you scolded, “You’re gonna get your knot early, and then you won’t fit.”

“Hah, that is not how it works,” he said, smiling. “It needs to be inside someone, you, to grow the knot.”

“Then get inside me.”

“Never were more sexy words spoken,” he purred. Your stomach tightened in anticipation.

Genji braced himself on the bed with one hand and reached down with the other to guide himself into you. You ran your palms all over his body. Up his front, around his sides to his back, and then down. You pulled his hips closer impatiently.

“Hurry up. I can’t wait anymore.”

He thrust in then, your arousal making it easy for him to penetrate you for his entire length.

“Oh, god,” you moaned.

He gave you a grace period of a minute of going at a moderate pace. You dragged him back down for more sloppy kisses. He whispered, “I love you,” just before your mouths made contact. You moaned into his mouth in reply, knowing he would understand.

He sped up then with a dull slap against the bottom of your hips, and you moaned more sharply as Genji’s cocked invaded your cunt mercilessly. Genji worked his hands under your body, between you and the bed. Then he closed his arms, pulling you closer to him. He moved his mouth to your right breast, leaving you free to chant his name softly. He sucked on your chest, testing the skin with his teeth (you were grateful at this moment that he did not have sharp cat’s teeth). He tensed his tongue and flicked it at your nipple.

“That’s good, that’s good. Don’t stop,” you breathed.

He did the same to your other nipple, and also licked a wide stripe up the centre with the flat of his tongue. Genji dug his claws in, putting all the passion he felt for you into his thrusts. You whined and squirmed against the bed, holding onto his head for dear life. It stung when his hips smacked yours, but the sensation just blended with everything else.

Genji left your breast so he could breathe. He couldn’t concentrate on breathing through his nose anymore. That was just fine with you. You lay helpless his arms, only existing to be fucked by Genji right now. Your thighs twitched, you trying to wrap your legs around his waist. You wanted him impossibly closer. You couldn’t find the strength.

Genji came with a choked moan, and the warmth of his seed inside you brought your pleasure to a peak.

You came pleading his name, your mind going blank. After, you were coming down, but emotions were welling up. You were confused and alarmed. You brought your hands to your face, a useless attempt to hold things in. You surprised yourself with a sob.

Genji slipped his hands from under you and hovered over your face, fussing.

“Hey,” he asked. “What is wrong? Does my knot hurt? I knew I should have made sure you were relaxed again…”

The sound of his voice, tight with worry, made you smile and take your hands away from your eyes. You quickly wiped away the single tear lingering in your eye.

“I’m okay. It was just intense. Cuddle me?”

“Alright.” Genji gathered you in his arms again and rolled you both over. His length remained inside you, locked in place by the knot. At the first time this happened, you were annoyed. You wanted to get up. Then you got used to it, seeing the situation as time spent bonding with your lover. Genji always ran his hands lovingly along your body, helping you relax. If you pressed your ear to just under the circular light on his chest, you just make out his heartbeat. There was nowhere you would rather be at these times. You curled against his chest, your knees on either side of his waist. His voice rumbled beneath your cheek. “You have me for an hour, then my soon-to-be mama is getting a bath.”

You whined.

“You have to get clean soon or you won’t want to clean yourself later.”

He was right. You could go for a second nap after what happened. You grimaced at the various places of your body that were damp with sweat, but you were spent, limbs heavy. You stretched a leg out and back in, and the pain reminded you of your sore, red tush.

He settled in to rest, his gaze on the ceiling, but flicking back to you every once in a while. You spent a sleepy ten minutes before uncurling.

“Well? Tell me how it went with Hanzo,” you said.

Genji’s chest rose beneath you as he sighed silently. Then he explained what happened.

“He’s being stubborn!” you exclaimed.

“I know,” Genji said. His slim-shaped, brown eyes wandered down your body, and then he grinned, staring you in the eyes again. “Maybe he is jealous.”

“Stop,” you told him, poking his nose.

He grabbed your hand out of the air and kissed your palm. His pleased-as-punch smile and purring told you that you were not going to win this one.

“What are you going to do? Leave?”

You stuck your tongue out.

“You love this,” Genji accused.

You conceded, laying your cheek back down on his chest.

“I do.”

“I am pleased.”

“I know! They could probably hear you purring out in the hallway!”

The conversation faded comfortably there.

Genji started the water flowing in the bathtub. He woke you when the bath was ready. You didn’t even know you had fallen asleep, and that Genji had somehow removed himself from the bed without waking you. He peeled you from the bed and helped you walk to the tub. You climbed in and winced when your butt hit the bottom.

“What about you?” you asked.

“I will use Lena’s shower. She is away on a mission right now.”

He left you with a clean face cloth to use and went to take a quick shower. Genji returned to you staring blearily up at him, needing to lie down and sleep immediately. He carried you like a toddler back to the bed. You made him roll over to lay with his back to you, so you could cling to him. He curled his tail around your leg.

Kitty Kompanion Ch 2

You spent some time on edge before Dr. Ziegler confirmed you were pregnant with Genji’s child (or ‘kitten,’ as he insisted on calling it). You went through several emotions upon hearing the news. You did this alone, because Genji was away on a mission. Your legs carried you to the cliff outside Watchpoint Gibraltar. Watching the cargo boats slowly float by always forced you into a calm. Contemplating the size of the ocean made your problems seem smaller in comparison.

You stood on the cliff, eyes scrunched, and deep in thought.

First, you were annoyed. You had gotten an awesome job with Overwatch, a group full of heroes you admired since you were a kid. It was the most adult thing you’d accomplished in your life, and getting pregnant interrupted that.

Then, you felt inadequate. A tiny human being was growing inside your tummy. Perhaps you weren’t up to the task of being a good mother. Maybe Genji would change his mind later, and the baby deserved a better situation than that to be raised in.

“I am back, my beautiful mate.”

You jumped, Genji’s voice interrupting your worrying. You turned around to find him crouching on the large, ball structure. His metal tail stood straight behind him, the tip flicking.

“Genji! You scared me!” you exclaimed. “But I’m happy to see you.”

You held out your arms and smiled, until Genji leapt down to approach you. You clung to his waist and pressed your cheek to his right chest plate. The heat from the green light in the centre of his chest radiated gently onto your nose. Genji wrapped you in his arms, and you wondered why you had worried in the first place. You were safe, and Genji didn’t impregnate you just to ditch you. He didn’t seem the type to do that.

Now you just had to tell him the important news.

You didn’t get the chance, because Genji took a small step back and lifted your chin with his hand. He put his faceplate to your cheek and slid it along your skin.

“I missed you,” he said, the slight echo behind his mask apparent because of how close he was.

You jumped again, cringing from his face.

“Cold! Cold!”

Genji chuckled. “Okay.” He left your personal space and removed his mask to hold it a hand at his side. He peered at you with naked, brown eyes. “How are you?”

Your hands came up to rub and twist against each other in front of your stomach.

“Ummm, about that…I’m pregnant,” you said, taking your hands apart to wait eagerly for his reaction.

Genji gasped slowly and loudly. You’d never seen such shock in his eyes. He fell to his knees, held your hips, and rubbed his cheek on your stomach.

Then he froze and looked up at you to ask, “Is it…are you…?”

“Healthy? Yes,” you replied, smiling. He smiled back and pecked your stomach.

His fingers flexed and relaxed a few times on your hips while he regarded with a mysterious emotion. Then he stood up. His cool finger and thumb held your chin.

“You should go rest.”

You expected more talking, but there’s plenty of time for that later. And you wanted to go cool off after spending time being jittery. You didn’t miss his lingering stare as you left. It wasn’t hostile, but it sent a shiver from the base of your skull downward.

You learned what that stare meant soon enough, when a simple kiss as a greeting turned into much more heated kissing with you backed against a wall in a side hallway. Genji allowed you some air, but only momentarily. He fiddled hastily with his codpiece.

“What are you-?”

Genji kissed you again, hardening cock in hand. You forgot what you were asking.

This happened several times before the baby started showing. Genji was in love with your pregnant body and couldn’t keep his hands off you.

“I have been thinking about you,” he would say, or something similar.

“Yeah…?” you would ask in reply, brain on vacation.

More kissing, some of him gently biting your bottom lip. You don’t remember. Poor man was so aroused by you that he often came on your body before he made it inside. On your stomach, or your back, from rutting between your asscheeks. The lust would clear from his eyes, temporarily, and remember that you, his darling mate, needed yours.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he’d say, taking your hand away from your crotch. Which you had been using rub yourself roughly through your clothing. Genji pulled your bottoms down and inserted his fingers into your underwear, rubbing against your clit on the way to your slick cunt. After slipping in two digits, he fingered you rapidly until you banged the back of your head on the wall. You gripped his wrist, whining, and adding to the pleasure of his fingers inside you by shoving a hand up your shirt to squeeze a breast.

Your legs seized and trembled as you came. Genji rubbed the special spot inside while you squeezed around his fingers. After, your skin dimpled from the chill from the thin layer of sweat you didn’t notice you had accumulated. You put an arm around Genji’s shoulder and leaned into him to keep your balance and pull up your bottoms.

“Someone could have caught us, but I kind of don’t care,” you said.

“Heh. I feel the same.”

You didn’t want to walk with your sore inner thighs. You gave him a “take care of me, my big, strong, man,” kind of look.

Genji pressed his metal ‘cheek’ to yours, this time not as cold, and slipped his arms under your legs and shoulders. He hefted you up to his chest.

“I got you into this, and I will take care of you.”

Genji carried you outside, and used the outer ledges of the watchpoint to get to your room. To be fair, he considered it his room as well, only storing his weapons in his old one. He moved his old picture frame with his younger self and Hanzo to yours. Something which you picked up and contemplated while Genji was away on a mission.

Upon arrival, Genji let you down onto your bed. You sat on the edge and smiled up at him mischievously.

“Is it naptime?”

“Is this going to lead to a catnap joke?” he asked flatly.

“Maybe,” you said, and he laughed quietly.

“Yes, a catnap.”

You got undressed, put on clean undies and a t-shirt, and climbed into bed. Likewise, he removed his face mask and the ribbon. You spent some time cuddling before you were ready to sleep. There was some shifting around, some ow’s on your part and subsequent sorry’s on Genji’s part. You ended up being the small spoon, with his arm around your waist. Your back quickly warmed his front, and his quiet, rumbly purr almost lulled you to sleep. But you had to ask something before you forgot.

“What will your brother think?”

The purring ceased while Genji considered his answer.

“I think Hanzo will be happy for us. He needs to understand that I am thirty-five, not the immature twenty-five that I was when I left Hanamura. This will help.”

“I hope so.”

You were comfortably sleepy and told Genji so. You twisted around to let him give you a quick goodnight-kiss, then you rolled over to face the other way to sleep.

“I will get up before you to talk to Hanzo. You sleep in.”

“Okay,” you replied.

Genji’s tail settled across your legs, and he purred until you both fell asleep. The contact and the gentle noise helped keep you anchored to the present and helped you feel safe, when otherwise you would have worried about the impending arrival of your baby and what it meant for your life.