Tag: smut

Day 22 – Cuckolding

Genji can be so serious sometimes. One moment, playful to the point of annoyance, but as soon as it was time to train, he was too busy for you. He put his foot down, even in your time of need. It was just sex, he pointed out. Ironic for him to be saying so. You held fast to his leg as he tried to leave, you being dragged along the carpet as he walked.

“I must be ovulating or something, c’mon! Don’t leave me here with just my toys!” you pleaded.

“Anyone who calls themselves my love can do without me for a small time,” he teased.

You whimpered and whined, and he still left, walking out the door saying, “Jesse’s free.”

You sat up, your interest piqued.

He was attractive enough, in his rough-and-tumble way. He was polite enough, in all the times you interacted with him. It was enough to light the fire, and you approached him with your problem. He could solve it, with a whole pack of condoms.

Jesse was single right now, and so he grinned at the chance. You shed your confining clothes, to his impressed whistle. Next, he tried to initiate some foreplay. The tickle of his facial hair and his hot, roaming hands just made you want to scream for him to get on with it. Your thighs gripped him tight, drawing him in, and he had to pry you off to get room to penetrate you.

“You sure Genji won’ mind us goin’ again?”

“He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine,” you grabbed the top of his mussed hair and pulled him closer. “Let’s go! Don’t stop until I say.”

The slick mess that your sex was, his cock slid right in from behind. The previous rounds had you stretched perfectly for his thickness to fit. You melted back down onto the bed in relief. You weren’t complete without something stuffed in there.

“You’re insatiable, eh?” he asked, pulling his hips back to set a slow pace.

You meet his suffocatingly lustful gaze with as blank of a look as you can manage. You didn’t come here to flirt.

“You’ll do,” you replied, lying back down.

“Aww, c’mon. I know you thought about me before now. Maybe when the ninja’s dickin’ you down, a few thoughts a’ me sneak in there….?”

The amount that Jesse talked, it was exhausting. But your cunt was a ravenous mistress and the cowboy was tasty enough.

“Wouldja look at me,” he drawled, “reduced to a fucktoy.”

“You don’t sound unhappy about that.”

He snorted. “Maybe I’m into it.”

You closed your eyes and let soft pants out of your mouth. Jesse’s hips made equally soft slaps against your rear.

“That was just a trot, Honey,” he purred. “Are you ready for a gallop?”

You burst out laughing and swung an arm behind to give him a smack.

“Don’t ruin it with your cowboy jokes! And yes, fuck me harder.”

With a hand gripping your hip, he fucked into you faster. You arched your hips back, offering your cunt up for him to pound.

“Fuck, you need this don’t you?”

You can’t find the word to retort, so he continues.

“Speechless, this time? My cock fucked the words outta you?”

Maybe. You don’t care to correct him. The sound of your bodies colliding is shameful, and you live for it. It’s the right stuff to have the pressure building for another peak. Jesse continues to ramble with his dirty talk. All of the stimuli blends together near the home stretch, and he keeps going like you told him.

You reach back to squeeze his thigh, and squeak out, “Harder!”

He finds it in him to do so, still bragging to no one. It’s enough to end it, and you shout as he fucks you through it.

He’s puffing on a fresh cigarillo while you’re trying to pull your senses together.

“Again?” he asks.

“I thought you were nervous.”

“Being killed for good pussy isn’t the worst way to go.”

Day 21 – Food Play

Hanzo had to have a few drinks before he felt comfortable enough to do this, but he did it! He was proud and yet embarrassed.

You arrived home to find Hanzo with that blush across his cheeks when he was doing something out of his comfort zone for you. It was somehow adorable and alluring at the same time. He wore the blush because he stripped naked, decorated himself like a dessert, and lay in wait for you. Hanzo was not one to do things half-assed and drew what he thought was a pretty good one-piece swimsuit up along the front of his body with the can of cream. On his nipples, he dropped cherries. Then he sprinkled shaved chocolate all over the whole thing and lay down on the table like a man-sized dessert.

You couldn’t believe your wide eyes. Your feet walked you towards the table, your hands covering your mouth. You always told Hanzo that he looked good enough to eat, with his smooth and perfect skin. With the soft rise and fall of his carefully trained muscles.

Now, with him only in boxer briefs, it was clear he expected some naughty times, but you leapt onto the table without taking anything off.

“Oh, god…”

You breathed the words like a prayer to the heavens and straddled Hanzo’s hips. You sat your sex right on his crotch, so you felt any movement as it happened.

Your appetite got the better of you, and you licked a path up the whipped cream, gulping the rich and sweet topping as you went. You wiped your mouth off, licking the excess off your hand. Hanzo quirked a brow at your poor table manners.

“You’re as voracious as ever,” he observed.

“You’re the one who left yourself on display.”

You had to know if he enjoyed the warm tickle of your tongue up his body. Swallowing the cherry, you dove down to one of his pecs, seeking his nipple. You found it under the pile of melting whipped cream, sweet and pert. A hard nub, which you sucked on, hard, right away.

Hanzo cock stirred against your sex, a hardening lump pressing upward. You ground down, encouraging. A glance up to his face told you it was working. His severe, brown eyes were unfocusing, and his black eyebrows drifted upwards.

For a man like Hanzo and all his cleanliness, he was begging to be messed up with that pretty face of his. Crawling forward, you gave him a big, sloppy kiss. You pulled back to admire your handiwork. The thick muscle of Hanzo’s tongue wiped the whipped you smeared around his lips.

“Taste good?” you asked.

“Mmm,” he confirmed.

You hummed. “I’m hungry for something else…”

You backed off, because you felt Hanzo was near full hardness and needed to suck on it.

“An appetizer, perhaps…?” he offered.

“Nice one,” you said patting his thigh and praising his attempt at a joke. Next, you sighed happily, peeling down his boxer briefs to let his cock free. “You know I like unwrapping you like a present.”

His cock was as fat as his muscular tits, and you enjoyed swallowing it down. His hips jumped off the table, and you with him, hanging on and still sucking. His hands, which lay trained to his sides until now, gripped the edges of the table. You suck and suck, until you swallowed a more bitter and salty cream. Then you returned to licking Hanzo’s body to cancel it out.

What about fem!reader and Genji sneaking off at a party to go do the dirty?

thegenjicorner:

You would expect Young!Genji for this, but I had to do something different!! This is Sentai!Genji ~Demial

  • Sentai was invited to a hero version of a costume ball
  • Basically, it’s a hero party where everyone wears their hero costumes so their identities stay secret
  • You are Genji’s plus one, and you wear a sparkly, tight-fitting dress to match a sparkly masquerade mask to blend in with the costumed heroes
  • The party is fun with all the big personalities and charisma all packed into one room
  • There’s quite a bit of dancing, and it’s hilarious with all the different costumes and accessories
  • Genji is fond of your choice of dress
  • After introducing you to some of his hero friends, he stands close behind you to rest his chin in your hair
  • He holds your hips, and his hands wander more and more as time goes on
  • Thankfully, drinks are being served by servers and you don’t have to untangle yourself from Sentai to go fetch them
  • You have enough drinks, that when Sentai whispers in your ear, asking if you want to go somewhere, you say yes
  • Flushed with excitement, Sentai leads you to the bathroom
  • You’re an expert by now at extricating his cock from his Sentai costume, so you’re thinking it’ll be quick and easy
  • He guides you into a stall with a gloved hand on your back
  • Your dress is loose enough that he can hike it up, and you hold it there
  • You hold onto the top of the stall with your fingers as Genji holds your thigh up and inserts his cock into through a panty leg
  • You both try your best to keep it down, and you take your fingers down from the stall when someone goes into it
  • You have to slap one of his hands over your mouth when you’re near your end
  • Sentai filling you with his warm seed has you tensing up around his cock and moaning into his hand
  • In the afterglow, you both realize in a panic this his cum is dripping down onto his pants and your shoes and try to clean it up, badly, with that awful single-ply toilet paper public bathrooms always have
  • Then you return to the party with the masks hiding your red faces

shes-claws-deep:

Hey, what if Genji goes completely celibate after his revival/healing in Blackwatch. Like full on asexual, does not find anyone attractive, does not find himself attractive, busy af, can’t be bothered to masturbate and find a partner. He honestly thinks he’s broken.

Fast forward ten years and he still struggles to even think about himself sexually until he met you. It’s a pretty slow thing, like the slow burn to end all slow burns. You two dance around each other like a fucking merry go round until someone snaps and locks you two in a closet together.

Like the dumbass he is he goes along with it and sits in the dark next to you even though he can kick down the door no problem. Well, turns out it’s a good thing he did because you confessed you find him smoking hot. Robo ass and sharp edges and all. Genji’s taken aback – you got some fetish or something?

Ok first of all, rude. Second of all, he’s still hot as fuck and no one will convince you that he doesn’t have the best ass in all of overwatch. That bubble butt looks better than Soldier’s (who mysteriously still has a firmer ass than most guys half his age, go figure).

Now he preens a bit. Yes, he does have a magnificent ass, thank you. But he still doesn’t really believe you can find him attractive.

Is that a throw down? Is that a fucking throw down. Challenge accepted.

From then on, you go to great lengths to flirt and make sure he knows your panties are permanently soaked when he’s around, that you would honestly give your left arm just to suck him off.

Genji’s flattered and more than a little bit flustered. No one has paid him this much attention since…since the days when he would have an entourage of women happy to please him. It makes him feel warm and wriggly inside. So much so that he responds in kind to you, teasing you and riling you up.

It’s an addicting game to the both of you. At least, until you break. The first time you pinned him to the wall and gave him a making out session to remember, Genji had a hard on so fast he actually got light headed. Or was that because you were kissing the life out of him? Hm.

No matter, he likes it. Oh boy, he really likes it. He starts to rub up against you like a cat in heat, asking you seductively if he’s so attractive that you just can’t help yourself. He wants more. More more more. More kisses, more touches, more everything. Shit, it’s like he’s back to his old ways, but with a better partner and a much healthier world view.

And once again, you’re the first one to break. Once again he’s shoved back into a wall and pinned there with your chest and your lips. But this time, you growl at him to pop off his crotch guards because you’re gonna finally do what you’ve been waiting for all this time.

Genji is nearly vibrating with excitement as he obeys, panting like a racehorse as he watches you drop to your knees and bury your face into the crease of his hip and thigh. Oh fuck this is too hot. Really way too hot. He’s throbbing and leaking like mad already, looking like he’s about to burst even though you haven’t touched his cock.

That makes you laugh. Does he want your mouth that badly? Such a greedy boy. Extending your tongue out, you kick a wet line up the underside of his cock from balls to his tip, intending to take him in your mouth when Genji yelps and swears loudly.

“Oh no, please no-!” He tears up in humiliation when he cums just from your tongue alone, huge spurts of cum escaping his twitching cock and landing on your face, your hair, and your chest. It’s ten years of cum and orgasms that wrecks him and makes his thighs shake uncontrollably, that makes his knees buckle and drop him to the ground with his knees on either side of you. The ninja is dazed and light headed, the ringing in his ears taking forever to subside.

Shit. Fuck. That’s the hardest he’s cum ever.

And for you? Holy fuck that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“I’m sorry,” Genji whispers when he finally regains his senses, scrambling to put on his visor to prevent you from seeing his glowing red face. God, he’s finally what he always dreaded to be. A one pump chump. Or was it a one lick chump?

You shake your head and take his visor back off. “Don’t be sorry,” you coo at him. “That was super hot. Can you do that again?”

What?

“Do what again?” His heart is stuttering in his chest.

A predatory look crosses your face and you take hold of his wilting cock gently. “I want you to cum like that again, Genji. I want to make sure you can’t walk once I’m done with you.”

And just like that his cock flares back to life, the rush of blood from his head to his crotch leaving a tingling feeling behind. Thoroughly distracted by your hand slicking up his cock, by your other fingers cleaning his cum off your face, he can’t do much other than croak out a brain dead reply. “Fuck yes.”

i rlly liked ur s76 & reaper as the main event as a bdsm party omg!!! so could i request the dame scenario but w genji and/or hanzo?? ilysm and congrats on 400 followers!!!!

shes-claws-deep:

Thank you! I love all you readers too; I don’t think I could be here without all you guys ;^;

Reaper and s76′s version is here! Also, I did post-OW Genji because Young!Genji would be a slut like s76 lmao. Might have gotten too carried away with Genji’s bit but I was reading the programme for a future femdom party and got too excited. The femdom olympics isn’t an original idea btw, I took inspiration from said programme and from what I’ve seen in previous femdom parties.

Hanzo

  • Hanzo is a very private person and as a result, he doesn’t like going to parties much. What you and he do is just between you and him. He does, however, follow you to parties so you can mingle and hang out with your friends. At parties where subs would be stripped down to their skin, Hanzo would be there in a plain fundoshi or a jockstrap. He feels that his cock is yours and you wouldn’t want your junk displayed, so he keeps that in his pants and doesn’t let anyone other than you touch it. In the meantime, he spends his time kneeling by your side with textbook perfect posture, setting an example for all other subs to see. He likes showing off like this; likes showing that you’ve trained him so well and that he deserves to be by your side. When he’s not kneeling by your side or serving as your footstool, he’s off making tea or fetching drinks and little plates of food. He might ask if you’d like anything but if you tell him to surprise you, he knows exactly what you like and presents you the perfect plate. Artful arrangement and all.

  • Sometimes, if he’s in the mood for it, you take him for a spin. By a spin, you mean putting on a show. While not comfortable with sexual acts, Hanzo is very much up for anything else. He is, to the delight of all rope enthusiasts, the perfect rope bunny. He’s thick, broad, perfectly proportioned with the right amount of muscle to make both men and women drool. Before you begin, Hanzo will take the initiative to set out everything you possibly need, even going so far as to set up the suspension hook in case you’re in the mood for that. Red rope contrasts beautifully with his skin tone and his tattoo, and once you’re done dolling him all up, no one can deny his beauty. The harness winds around his thick torso and meaty pecs, hefting them and enhancing them until they almost look like boobs. You might even tie a couple of ropes down between his legs to showcase the deep vee of his Adonis belt and the growing erection that tents his chosen underwear. Hanzo gets so embarrassed when you lovingly caress his cock and particularly when you adjust the rope so a knot presses against the bud of his asshole. And when you do string him up, splaying him wide with one leg suspended and the other tip-toeing on the floor desperately for some purchase, Hanzo blushes deeply and slowly descends into subspace, staring deep into your eyes and forgetting the crowd that gathers around him as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

  • As with most Japanese men, Hanzo doesn’t have much body hair, and what body hair he has is all on his legs. That’s a good thing for you because, when combined with wax play, means that he doesn’t have to do much preparation before parties other than shaving his pubes. This is the one time he’s okay with public nudity, mostly because he knows you’ll cover his cock and balls with wax anyway. He’ll lay out all your candles according to their hues, stupidly organised man that he is, and put down a couple of towels on the massage table and the floor to minimise the mess you’ll make. Then he’ll lie on the table after stripping on your order, arranging himself as you like. He might have his hands stretched over his head, or have his limbs bound to the legs of the table. And then? Then you can go to town on him. Pour it on his nipples and he moans quietly, biting on his lip to keep his noise to a minimum. Pour it on the base of his cock or on his pelvis and he’ll writhe like a madman. He’ll never get more than half-hard like this, but it’s such a performance that everyone is drawn to his reactions and his sounds more than his cock.

  • At the end of it, Hanzo doesn’t need much aftercare in the traditional sense. He just needs some help removing the wax and then a quick rub down in the washroom – you can scrub him back at home where he feels more comfortable. Then he’ll just spend the rest of the night in your lap, fetching you both drinks and food and just enjoying hearing you talk as he dozes. It’s the only time he lets his guard down, mostly because he feels so safe around you and knows that no one will take advantage of him like this. Of course, he offers to drive on the way back and will even carry you to the car if your feet ache from your heels.

Genji

  • Of all the parties that you go to, the FemDom centric ones are his favourite. Why? Because all the activities are so fucking creative, that’s why. It’s probably the most fun he’s had since his youth. The first half of those parties are the easy part; like the calm before the storm. Because he’s pretty much 75% cyborg at this point, he doesn’t bother to strip to his skivvies. Oh no, he goes one step further. Cosplay. He’ll dress up as your favourite anime (or otherwise) character, or he might go as a cat-boy, and serve you like that. You love his creativity and he loves being praised, and so every time he comes to the table to serve food or drinks and gets a little kiss to the chin, he melts and has to take a second to compose himself before he kneels down and sits to wait for your next order. 

  • And then comes the fun part. What he likes to call the FemDom Olympics. There isn’t much that he can strip from his armour, but he takes off what he can so he’s on equal footing with the rest of the subs. Contests of pain are common at these parties, which means a ton of flogging and a ton of ball kicking. Right up his alley. He lines up with the rest of the subs along one wall, facing it with his hands propping him up. He might have his head down or he might be staring at the wall, but either way, when he hears the whistle, he closes his eyes and grins as you let your arm fly. Stroke after stroke after stroke he takes it, lasting long after his skin turns bright red and most others have tapped out. He would do it until he turns black and blue, but luckily his pain tolerance (and masochism) is legendary and he never has to. As the other subs and dommes glare balefully at him, he’ll soak up your praise and kisses and gratefully kneel beside you as you receive the prize for winning – a beautiful, cruel looking dragon tail that he can’t wait for you to test it out on him at home. 

  • One time, there was an event that was affectionately called the ‘25m dash’. A fairly innocent name, if not for the fact that there would be no running involved. Instead, it’s a matter of who can ride a 10-inch dildo the longest. Oh yes, Genji has been training for this day. His ass was ready. It was a spectacle to behold, what with a room full of submissives with their dommes standing over them, counters in hand. He remembers looking up at you, eyes already hazed in arousal from you stretching his ass with three fingers and massaging his prostate. Luckily you had the foresight of putting a cock ring on him, otherwise, he would have cum embarrassingly fast. Also equally luckily, there was no disqualification for orgasming so he could ride as long as he wanted as long as he didn’t stop for more than thirty seconds. Ah, the memory still gets him going some days – the memory of putting his hands on the ground behind him for balance as he bounced his ass up and down that dildo for what seemed like an eternity. It was his favourite dildo, to boot, curved and studded in all the right places and it prodded his prostate on every downstroke. Oh, he came at least once if he remembers it right, but it didn’t stop him from completing those hundred strokes the fastest. In celebration, he came with a cry, cum spattering your legs and even the participant across him, his orgasm was that powerful. 

  • Unlike the other guys, Genji’s still raring to go by the time you’re ready to go home. If you’re tired, he’ll happily carry everything for you and even cradle you in his arms into the car. He didn’t have to do any of the work at the party, so with your permission, he’ll take care of you. If you aren’t, he makes sure to hurry you along and pester you until you pin him to the bed and fuck him senseless. He’s cum a bunch of times already, but there’s just something about the energy of the party that makes him super horny and pumped up. At home, under you, over you, he’ll fuck you for as long as you want and cum in you as many times as you desire. Heck, he’ll only stop when you tell him that you’re tired and oversensitive and ready to go to bed. Even then, Genji will clean everything and snuggle you in the shower, even help dry your hair and then join you in bed. 

shes-claws-deep:

During a hybrid’s heat/rut, we all know that they won’t stop until they nut and fill you to the brim with your seed. But what if you, as the owner, go into a heat of your own? Spurred by your boy Hanzo’s fierce desire to make sure you don’t know where he ends and you begin, you get super horny too. 

In fact, you get so horny that when he finally knots you after some time of frantically fucking you, you’re not satisfied by his admittedly admirable effort. You’re on the brink of orgasm when he shoves his knot inside you and cums, leaving you hanging as he trembles to a stop and pins you in place.

Ah, but you’ve prepared yourself for this.

Vibrator to the rescue! Hanzo shivers when he sees you let it buzz to life – in anticipation or in fear, you have no idea. But at this point, you don’t really care either. You press the head to your clit and moan in relief, rocking on his knot and digging the nails of your free hand into his ass to keep him balls deep at all times. In a matter of seconds, the powerful vibrator sends you over the edge and you cum with a cry that’s quickly echoed by Hanzo’s high pitched whimpers when you clench and milk his trapped cock.

Unfortunately for your toy boy, you don’t stop there. Why have just one orgasm when you can have as many as you want? Especially since you have him right where you want him. 

Immediately, Hanzo starts to beg for mercy, trying to dislodge his huge knot from your clenching pussy desperately. No more, no more, he can’t take any more! It’s getting too sensitive and –

With a howl, the wolfdog orgasms out of the blue, his knot swelling back up and keeping him locked in to prevent his new wave of cum from slipping out of you. You laugh and wind your legs around him. 

“Too bad, doggy,” you tut at him, pressing the vibe back onto your throbbing clit so you can clamp down on him again.

“Please,” he begs with tears in his eyes. “Please, it’s too sensiti-” 

Hmmm…

Maybe after one more.

Day 20 – Hot Dogging w/ Dirty Talk

“Up, Baby, up!” you ordered, tapping the underside of Reinhardt’s butt cheek.

He corrected the position of his rear, it rising higher in the air. You could see from behind that his enormous package hung between his legs. A good boy keeps his cock on display for his mistress. You grasped your strapon and stroked it, as if you could feel it. Your hand was between his thighs then, tugging on his cock and his balls, like you were milking a cow. You didn’t want any milk from this cock just yet. Not yet. You didn’t put his dick away in a cage for two weeks just to let him cum without some fun on the way.

“Such a good man,” you praised. “Not once did you touch yourself, hmm?”

“No, Mistress,” he was quick to answer. He lived for the purr of your voice when you were pleased with him.

“I just love hearing you say that.” Your voice was seductively-fragranced honey in his ear. “Call me that again.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He grunted softly at each touch, especially to his cock. You barely got your hand around the whole thing, but he felt it all the same. His white hair stuck out in all directions in cute little spikes. His good eye was glazed and lips parted. You held complete sway over this man, twice your size…or more. His meaty ass looked so juicy, you just had to slide the strapon between them. It was perfect, how it fit between the two little mountains of muscle. You moved your hips up and down, admiring the lovely slide.

“What if I just did this to you, My Pet? Maybe you don’t need to cum tonight.”

The poor, neglected man could not stand the teasing. He backed up into the dildo, whining–as much as his deep voice really could. “Mistress, please. Have pity,” he begged, the last two words he forced from his lungs. Like a dying man, needing your cock pounding his ass to continue living.

Your firm hand bounced off his left cheek. His cock jumped at the slapping sound.

“This is your last warning before I put my dick away, and you get none,” you said.

“How could you be so cruel?” he whispered, almost to himself.

This was the good stuff, that tortured plea. Seeing the formidable, honourable, man hunched and prostrate as much as his frame would allow. He may be trying to convince you to give him some slack, but it made you just want to turn it up a notch just to see what would happen.

You stood up on your knees and draped your body on his back. You growled in your throat, revelling in the warmth of his body and the pretty scars that cut across his back. Evidence of his eager participation in honourable battles. The strapon was still between his cheeks, but this time pointed downward. You made humping-movements, the head of the dildo sliding downward and poking his scrotum. Still teasing.

Reinhardt whimpered, feeling it was going to be a long night.

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“Here I was thinking you enjoyed all the touching,” Genji counters, “So reserved, even with me at times. A shame that someone got the honor of your first time because I took too long to convince you I was the best option.”

Hanzo goes stark still suddenly, fingers digging into Genji’s biceps.

The dragon bestowed to Genji gives a pleased growl.

Genji blinks. “…Anija?” He moves his hands to Hanzo’s shoulders, lightly pushing him back as his brother willingly goes, looking anywhere but at Genji with a bright flush adorning his cheeks.

“I did not intentionally do this for you, if that is what you are thinking,” Hanzo muttered under his breath. He refused to meet Genji’s curious look, knowing he would be met with more embarrassing questions or statements.

It made Genji feel something tighten in his chest. Seeing Hanzo show his bashful side over such an accusation, as if it surprised him Genji would jokingly come to such a conclusion. So many years having the absence of Genji’s company —along with months of annoying avoidance— must have made Hanzo forget his brother’s teasing nature even if he argued otherwise, trying hard to forget what they had before the downfall to not hurt himself further. If not that, Hanzo must have forgotten Genji’s playful spirit.

It was enticing for Genji, to say the least, that Hanzo would remain abstinent just for him. He knew it could never be true for Hanzo to have done it intentionally with that factor in mind, especially considering he had no clue Genji was even alive until a few months ago when Genji finally allowed his presence to be known.

Genji grinned, glad his face was no longer obscured to hide his glee over the newly provided information. Hanzo seemed to catch on to his amusement fast, scoffing and turning his head away while the blush grew more vibrant, traveling down to his neck and hidden now only by the loose kimono.

Hanzo was still a virgin.

A fucking virgin, his thoughts shout.

For us.

Genji doesn’t correct the rumbling voice in his head, almost nods his head in agreement to its words.