Tag: sub!genji

I Think of Him Ch 2

“He…he said yes…” Genji admitted, circling his fingertip on your palm and staring down at it instead of at you.

“Oh, wow.”

You were of course surprised, but also excited. One of the conditions you laid down for Genji fucking someone other than you, namely Hanzo, was that you could be in the room to observe. So many times you had imagined what that would be like, and now you could finally see them in action.

Genji glanced up at you with just his eyes, shyly beneath his black lashes. Maybe wordlessly confirming he had your permission. Or your approval. You grabbed his face and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss on the nose.

“God! If only people knew what a cutie you are!”

“Stooop!” he exclaimed with a shy grin, taking hold of your hands but not removing them.

“So when?” you asked, leaning in a tad further.

“Next week. Just before our next mission.”

You nodded. “Okay. That works for me.”

The day arrived that Hanzo was to show up. Genji tried to keep himself calm, but he was consumed by nervous excitement on the inside. You actually startled him when calling his name to announce that Hanzo had come. You let him in, exchanged polite greetings and then hung back to observe. Genji tried to tell Hanzo where the bedroom was, but he said it wasn’t necessary. The three of you remained in the living room. You relaxed into a comfortable recliner to watch the two brothers. You were thrumming with excitement. You hoped it would be like watching a live porno.

They faced each other, Genji maintaining a combination relaxed and alert posture of politeness. He was still worried that Hanzo would back out and leave.

Instead, he set the tone by lifting his hand and pointing at the ground with a gruff order. Your eyes bugged out of their sockets when Genji’s bottom hit the floor, his knees spreading shoulder-width apart. He was never like this with you. You gave it twenty minutes before Genji put a halt to this. Both you and he watched Hanzo’s face for what happens next.

He pushed his sweatpants and boxer briefs down. Genji’s foot rolled against the floor in anticipation. It surprised you how dark his dick was in comparison to his face, with its washed-out maroon colour. It also pretty and smooth, fitting for someone such as Hanzo.

“Be an obedient little brother and give me some head, hmm?”

You flushed with jealousy. You wished you were standing behind Genji and pushing his face onto Hanzo’s cock. You flushed hotter when Genji tilted his face upwards and offered his open mouth. You were angry enough to slam his head forward and choke him a bit.

Hanzo’s cock filled out into full hardness in front of Genji’s lips, and its shiny head disappeared into his mouth. Genji placed his palms on Hanzo’s thighs and took more of his brother into his mouth. Then he held the back of his legs to lean farther in, taking even more. His eyes closed, and he gently bobbed back and forth with his upper body, content to be worshipping Hanzo’s cock after secretly imagining what it would be like for so long.

You were so intent on watching Genji, where his mouth met his brother, and how his little tush was wagging as he moved, that you missed the flash of a sneer on Hanzo’s face.

He put his hand to the back of Genji’s helm and thrust his hips forward. Genji’s lips pursed around Hanzo’s length, trying to pull back in instinctual panic to avoid choking. Hanzo held fast. He loomed down, capturing Genji’s gaze with his intense brown eyes, sharpened by frowning black brows. Genji’s hands began to slacken.

“You are going to make up for every time you made a fool of me,” Hanzo said. He adjusted his footing, but kept a firm grip on Genji’s head. He slipped his thumb and forefinger into a loop around the base of his cock. “You belong here. Obedient. Submissive. You were born for this.”

Genji furrowed his brow, determined to show Hanzo he could handle this. But he refused to suck, meeting his brother’s gaze. Hanzo thrust his hips with Genji attached to his cock, his eyes inching backward into his skull. He was getting high off of this, not caring if he finished.

You would never be so rough with Genji, but you were enjoying the show. So you kept your disapproval to yourself. And Genji was a grown man. If he didn’t want this, he could stop it. Genji dug his fingers into Hanzo’s skin, awkwardly hanging on. His mouth made slick, sucking noises. You watched Hanzo thrust his hips into the air for a few minutes. The sexual tension built inside him. His muscles started to bulge, and he got a look like Genji was painfully sucking his soul out through his dick and didn’t mind at all. Hanzo gnashed his teeth and came with a grunt. You tilted your head to get a better view of Genji swallowing the cum like a champ. You were proud of your boy. He pulled back and ran his tongue along his lips to clean them off.

“Good enough for you, Brother–?”

Hanzo cut him off. “I am not done.”

Impudence flashed across Genji face, but his bit lip and centred attention said he was still hooked. Still aroused. Hanzo stripped down, letting his clothes fall to the floor like fucking your brother was the most normal thing in the world. You looked from one to the other, a serious thought on your mind. Does Hanzo have the body Genji would have had, if he wasn’t a cyborg? That was ruining the mood, so you banished it. He crouched to his brother’s level and stared him down. A quick glance down, and Genji spread his knees.

“Let me see what you have to offer me.”

Hanzo helped Genji, tugging his knees farther. Genji leaned back, opening himself up more. Some quiet instructions you couldn’t hear, and Hanzo freed Genji’s cyborg cock. It sprang upwards unnaturally quickly. It was erect, to no one’s surprise. The slight tilt to Genji’s head dared Hanzo to judge the cock he had to get because his own brother nearly ended his life. Perhaps now they would argue. Hanzo surprised you by smirking instead. He took firm hold on of the base of Genji’s cock. He tightened his grip considerably, pulling upward along the shaft. Genji cried out like it hurt.

“Do not cum yet,” warned Hanzo.

You could see Genji’s lower lip jutting out from here. Hanzo pointedly ignored him, squeezing lubrication from the slit in Genji’s head.

“Fitting for a slut such as you,” Hanzo said, loosening his grip to stroke the clear liquid along Genji’s cock.  "Go on.“

Genji remained still, glaring back at Hanzo from beneath his helm. Hanzo tightened his fist again, and Genji gasped. He let the breath out in a defeated sigh and rolled his hips into Hanzo’s fist. More precum oozed down onto Hanzo’s fingers. He switched hands quickly and lubed himself, hardening again. Hanzo watched Genji fuck his hand, eyes flitting between his and Genji’s face. He let Genji get to the edge and then stopped.

Genji flung cutting insults in Japanese at Hanzo.

Hanzo put his pointer finger to the forehead piece of Genji’s helm. "I will give you want you want.” Genji narrowed his eyes. Hanzo pushed. “Go face the wall. Crawl. Like the brat you are.”

Genji obeyed. You leaned to the side to get a better view of your baby’s cock bouncing along. Hanzo stood and walked after him. He crouched again and pushed his brother’s face and chest against the wall, both of them kneeling. The cyborg’s back made a lovely curve, showcasing his generous tush to the room. Then he pulled the black strip of fabric aside from Genji’s ass and fingered him open. Hanzo’s cock rested against Genji’s thigh, waiting.

“Yes,” Genji hissed in appreciation, “Yes, that feels good.”

Hanzo held Genji’s hip, a few fingers hooked in the bend, and in his other hand, he guided his head between Genji’s cheeks. Genji tilted his hips back to help.

“Don’t think I don’t see what you are doing,” Hanzo warned. “We do what I say. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Hanzo.”

Sharp inhales and shakey exhales. Music to your ears. Your baby was coming undone already, and Hanzo had barely started. Genji’s fingers flexed against the wall. He didn’t dare move.

“More, Hanzo,” he whispered to the wall.

“No. You cannot handle what I am giving you already. When was the last time someone did this to you?”

“I don’t know.”

Hanzo glanced over at you to indicate his disapproval. As if you were neglecting your duties or something. You shrugged with one shoulder, stone-faced. It wasn’t his business what happened between you and his brother in the bedroom. You didn’t need some dom without a sense of boundaries to poke his nose in.

“Very well,” Hanzo said to his brother.

He pulled back an inch on Genji’s arms, easing his cock inside a little farther. Your lover’s cybernetic cock tapped against the wall, a string of clear precum connecting it to the surface. It was a lovely and sleek dark grey, darker than the silver on his helm. You licked your lips unconsciously, wishing to clean him up. He was probably dying to touch himself, but Hanzo wouldn’t allow it.

Hanzo worked up to penetrating Genji down to the base of his cock. But he didn’t get moving just yet. Genji’s eyes were shut tight, and his teeth were visible from his clenching jaw.

“Do you want this?” Hanzo asked.

“You know I do!” Genji yelled in frustration. He rolled his hips in small movements, working back on his brother’s length and rubbing his oozing, dripping head on the wall.

“Stop. Or I will leave.”

“No. Hanzo!” Genji complained, but he stilled his hips as ordered.

Your eyebrows shot up. Hanzo was drawing this out too much for your liking.

“Hanzo, I want this. Please give it to me.”

It was shocking how quickly he regressed to a whiny 20-something while pinned down by his brother’s dick. Perhaps he was remembering the first time he desired Hanzo in his bed, only to keep it to himself while living under their father’s roof.

“Then you will tell me something.”

“Anything.”

“Who do you belong to?”

You turned your head like, bitch, no, you didn’t just say that.

“Say it!”

“Hey!” you protest, getting up. “He doesn’t belong to you! He is no one’s toy that got loaned to you. Stop acting like it.”

Genji sighed, seizing an out from Hanzo’s teasing. “How about a compromise? I belong to both of you.”

The muscles on Hanzo’s face rippled from holding in his protests. You were Genji’s lover, not him. Your face twisted a bit in jealousy, but you agreed for now.

“Fine,” you pouted, making your way over, “but I’m making sure my toy gets well taken care of.”

You motioned for them to get away from the wall. They did so. Hanzo made a point of saying, “I do this for you,” to Genji. You slipped under him, his hands coming down to either side of your shoulders. You took his face in your hands tentatively.

“You’re okay with this? I’m not intruding?”

“No,” Genji said, gazing into your eyes with a content smile, “I am less nervous with you involved.”

“Awww!” you cooed, pecking his cute little nose with your lips.

Hanzo laid an angry slap on Genji’s rear. He grunted and dipped forward.

“Do not distract him!”

Hanzo resumed fucking Genji, and he groaned. “I like that…y-you two…are fighting over me…” He lay his head on one of your breasts with that same contented smile.

“The ego on this man.”

“We agree there,” muttered Hanzo.

Genji bit down on his lower lip, breathing out of his nose in powerful little blasts against your chest. When he opened his mouth to gasp, you noticed some blood. You put a hand to the side of his face with a light smack.

“Stop that. Do you want more scars?”

Without waiting for an answer, you brought his face to yours to occupy his mouth. You started with quick pecks. Graduated to longer, needy kisses. He tried to kiss you back, but couldn’t keep up with the moans Hanzo’s cock pushed out of him. So you nipped at his open lips and dragged his lower lip into your mouth to suck the blood out of his small wound.

The heat between you and Genji escalated. You grasped his dick and ground your clit against his slick head. Genji’s noises died down, and he melted onto your chest again with a drawn-out whine. You frowned over Genji at Hanzo in question.

“Why did you stop?”

“Do not interfere too much.”

You rolled your eyes again and grumbled, “Oh, my god,” to yourself. “Fine,” you answered louder.

You lowered your hips to the floor but kept a hand on Genji’s length.

“You don’t mind if I jerk him off?”

Hanzo grunted and resumed driving into Genji’s ass. You listened to the filthy slapping, dulled by the material of Genji’s body, before giving his dick a firm squeeze. Jerking it one-handed in your fist. You squeezed it again; one of the favourite things about it being its soft, rubbery texture. The velvety surface against your lips made giving him head more fun. Your fingers were messy with his synthetic precum, so you popped a few of them in his mouth. Which was easy, because he couldn’t keep it closed for the strained moans he had to let out or cum early. He gave your fingers a fumbling suck, and then you let him back to getting wrecked undisturbed.

You could do this all day, all night, all week, this was so fucking hot, and you didn’t have to put much effort into maintaining this situation, but…then Genji went quiet. You lifted his head to get a look at him, and you recognized his ‘about to cum’ face. His spine was rigid, and he stared through you with eyes narrowed into slits.

“You gonna cum?”

“Do not!” snarled Hanzo.

“Let him. You played with him enough.”

“You spoil him.”

“We’re not his parents, Hanzo.” He huffed, but otherwise stayed silent. “You ready, Genji?”

“A little…longer.”

Genji struggled to the say the last word, because Hanzo thrust into him just right at the same time. You wrinkled your nose at him.

“You’re being greedy, aren’t you?” You grinned. “I want you to cum all over my stomach.”

“No,” he protested weakly, but you ignored him.

“Hanzo, do you wanna be done?”

He exhaled and said, “Yes.”

Hanzo’s edged voice sounded a lot like his forced politeness voice, but that wasn’t important here. You cradled Genji’s head to get his ear closer to your mouth. You squeezed his dick hard and jerked him fast. All the precum gave each stroke a filthy squelch, and you grinned at it.

“I want you to cum on me,” you repeated to him in a whisper. “I wish I could fuck you right now, but that would have made you finish like an hour ago, wouldn’t it, poor thing? You like it when I squeeze your dick with my cunt, don’t you? It makes you lose your mind and your accent gets heavier. And I love that,” you said, lowering your tone.

Genji’s forehead touched your skin as he curled forward. To your disappointment, he was silent. But when he pushed himself back up, cum was oozing off your fingers onto a warm puddle in your bellybutton.

“Wow,” was your reaction. You tilted your hand, and more semen flowed onto your stomach.

“Satisfied?” said Hanzo, gently gripping Genji’s generous ass to slide his cock out. All the intensity was gone from his tone. He was done controlling the situation.  He was even oddly relaxed. Hanzo sat back on his heels and blinked a few times, breathing deeply.  "We should discuss sharing my brother next time if you that is what you want.“

Hanzo used his thumb to spread Genji’s cheeks to check out his cum smeared around his brother’s rim.

"Oh!?” you asked excitedly. You were ready to push Genji off to the side and discuss this immediately, but he was too heavy with post-coitus sleepiness. He groaned softly and nuzzled into your neck.  "Okay, but get this man off me before he falls into his own cum,“ you said, your arms shaking with the effort to hold the heavy cyborg up.

May I get “You look good while getting fucked, now smile for the camera” with young genji?

shes-claws-deep:

“I didn’t realise you were such a slut, my green dragon,” you purr and bounce on him, hands crawling along his lightly tanned, toned body until you encircle them around his neck. 

He smirks up at you, disheveled green hair only mussing more when he tilts his head to press further into your grip. “Life is short and meaningless without the pleasures of the flesh,” he hisses and braces his legs so as to thrust up into you at your command. “And the pleasures of the flesh,” he continues with a moan when you press against the underside of his jaw, making him see stars even as he whispers out the rest of his sentence, “is nothing compared to the thrill of the forbidden.”

You laugh at the sweet yet odd poetry he spouts, your hips never ceasing their undulation even when he starts to grip your ass in an iron grip. He’s still gasping and purring from the constriction of your hands with a slack grin on his face, his cock throbbing inside you in tempo with the weak waves of the orgasm that suddenly sneaks up on you. 

It is only when your mind clears slightly that you remember that you’re not exactly alone. You bare your teeth at him and you dig your nails into the sides of his unprotected neck, “And nothing is more forbidden than a son of the Shimada whoring himself out on camera, is there?”

He rumbles, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and mumbles, “Fuck yes.”

“You look so good being fucked,” you purr out, echoing a comment that you read off of a screen nearby. “Now smile for the camera.” Genji laughs breathlessly and cums at that moment, arching off the bed and letting his lips spread into a smile of ecstasy. 

“Perfect.” 

Can I get Genji and 9 Please?

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“You don’t mind if I take some photos of you like this, do you, kitty?” you tease him as your camera goes off. 

Genji gurgles in response, though you think it’s more because of the dildo fucking his ass than anything you said. You sit astride his hips, enjoying the feel of his half hard cock spasming within you with every thrust of the machine. The twin sensations make Genji arch his back and strain against his binds with a cry, tears and drool dampening his face and the pillow under his head.

A giggle escapes your lips at the blissed out expression on his face, knowing that no one else would see this side of him. Not this side of him that is so happy to have their mouth jammed open with a spider gag, to be fucked to the point where he can’t articulate a single word. This is the side of him that only uses his bedroom eyes to beg for mercy, this side of him that readily degrades himself for your pleasure and amusement.

His tongue rolls out of his mouth at a particular thrust of the dildo in his ass, mild gags and coughs the only sounds emanating from him as he tries to swallow his saliva so he can breathe. It makes you smile, the confusion and hazy desire in his eyes, and you snap another photo. 

“Now trace the alphabet in the air for me, will you?”

For the smut meme, 30 + Genji, please?

shes-claws-deep:

One good thing about having Genji for a lover is that he’s usually down for anything your twisted mind comes up with. Like when you instruct him to put on a show for you, he not only goes along with you, but takes it and runs with it for the full nine yards.

How he manages to make the act of stripping out of his sweats and hoodie look so seductive, you have no idea. He tosses the articles of clothing aside, his mask and helm following soon after. Gyrating and moving to the beat of the music you have blaring in the background, he secures his favourite dildo to the chair in between your legs and smirks at you.

“No touching,” he says breathlessly, unlatching his crotch guard. It’s a hell of a request, but you did ask him to put on the show, and so you grip the seat under you. 

His cock bounces out, already half hard and leaking. It doesn’t need his touch to thicken, only your gaze and the prospect of what he’s going to do for you. Genji moans and sits on your lap, grinding his erection against the silicon dildo and teasing you with fleeting touches of his wandering hands. Lube is snatched up, opened, and drizzled over both his cock and the dildo. He slicks both cocks up with his hands and by sliding them together, the resulting sound making you swear at him.

He laughs, kisses you, and taunts you as he starts to work on spreading his ass. Didn’t you wish you could touch him, wish you could drive him insane through fucking him? Dirty fantasies start to spill from his lips as he decides he’s ready for the dildo, as he angles the tip into his hole. Bit by bit, he descends upon the thick cock, his voice turning breathier with every inch that disappears inside him.

But by now, you’re starting to lose your patience. In one swift move, you have one hand around the back of his neck and the other clamping down on his hip. He gasps in surprise, his body already struggling, but you mercilessly yank him down until his ass meets the chair under you and his balls are pressed flush against your crotch. Genji lets out a strangled scream and arches his back at the sudden flash of pleasure and pain, and croaks out a ‘why’. 

With a smirk, you claim his lips and start to force him to ride you. You can go along with his little game another time, right now, you want to destroy his hole.

Greetings! If you’re still up for a request, would you mind doing 15!Genji for us, thirsty singles, with a dash of your filthy theme? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Thank you for your effort, I appreciate it! ∑d(°∀°d)

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“What is that?” your incredulous voice interrupts Genji from his meditation.

“What is what, dearest?” he tilts his head, black floppy bunny ears framing his face with that move. Unmoving from his cross legged position on the cushion, he removes his mask and peers up at you innocently.

“That playboy bunny outfit,” your mouth runs dry as he unfolds himself from his position, his hips swaying seductively as he approaches you.

“Oh, this?” he tugs at the cups of the costume, pressing his elbows together as though to draw your attention to his armoured cleavage. “You like it?”

Then, in a move that absolutely floors you, he goes down to his hands and knees and crawls. His black puffy tail wags from side to side with each move he makes, emphasising the perfect globes of his bite-able, grab-able ass. He licks his lips hungrily the moment he draws level with your legs and rubs himself up against you like a cat, caressing your calves and thighs and mewling at you. “How may I serve you today, miss?” he bats his eyelashes coquettishly, rising to his feet and grinding against you at the same time. “Would you like to try our special today?”

You growl at his teasing, slapping his ass and gripping it tight, “Your special? It’d better be on the house with such abysmal customer service.”

Genji purrs and coyly drags down the cups of his costume down, “Of course, miss. Nothing less for our favourite customer.” He gets down to his knees and noses at your hip with a blush on his cheeks and a lustful look in his eye. 

His words and his conduct make you smile and wrap his silken ribbon around your hand to anchor him to you, “Good boy.”

😍😍😍

Genji with #25? <3

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When you originally bought this long feather as a tool to annoy your boyfriend, you didn’t take into consideration that he didn’t find the tickling sensation as annoying as you did. 

Trailing the feather along the exposed scarred flesh of his hip, you’re treated to a soft moan as he arches closer. 

“More,” he purrs, unlatching pieces of armour that you never knew could be detached. Bit by bit he reveals the parts of him that aren’t metal and machine, the parts of him that react so deliciously. 

You laugh and indulge him, finding the spots that make him mewl and moan like you’ve never heard before. “You’re such a slut,” you tease goodnaturedly and fish around for the other feather that you bought on a whim, this time to trail it down his inner thigh as the other flicks at his cock. 

“I’m a slut,” he whimpers breathlessly with a punch-drunk grin. “But I’m your slut.”

Big Boy Small Boy

Link to AO3 Page Inspired by this art

Cyber Ninja’s perplexed eyebrow was rude to you. All you had done was asked if you could see his partner in heroism, Sentai. Of course you wanted to meet him! You had spent a month tracking him down to this tiny, two-story house off an unassuming street. The street, full of houses that had yet to fall to make way for taller, more modern apartments. Sentai had been missing, or gone into hiding, for four months now. All the news websites reported on it. You had to know why, so you came here.

And if you could make it with your favourite hero in the process, you thought to yourself while fighting a smirk off your face, all the better.

“Fine,” said the rude man, “Please come in.”

He said the polite words but not in the polite tone. You followed him into the house and up the stairs to the bedrooms.

“Forgive me, but I must leave shortly,” he said. “There is some trouble in the downtown area.”

“Oh, is Sentai going with you?”

“…No,” he answered, as if that was a silly question. “But he still put on his suit.”

You didn’t ask Cyber Ninja to explain himself, because you were tired of hearing him speak. Instead, you went through the bedroom door he had opened for you. Excitement crackled like lightning up and down your body. There was Sentai, your hero, standing in front a full-length mirror.

You slowly drew a breath in awe. He was double his normal size. His round belly protruded out and over his belt, and he had proportionately fat thighs below. He ignored you both to gaze into the mirror, his white-gloved hands trembling. Then he picked at his costume with said hands. It contained his large rolls without ripping open. The spandex stretched and snapped back with muffled slaps.

Cyber Ninja sighed behind you. “At least you know it is good quality, Brother,” he said. He was disgusted and didn’t try to hide it.

You, on the other hand, thought he was darling. His body was all curves, even his butt was round and looked smackable.

“Well, I will leave you to it,” said Cyber Ninja. “Whatever it is you will do,” he added, muttering. He turned around and left, shutting the door behind him.

You smiled at Sentai, who stood still, shocked, hands still held out in front of him. He was shocked that you didn’t make up an excuse to leave. You could tell he felt awkward, but you couldn’t see that he was sweating bullets under his costume. You decided to rescue the hero this time, instead of the other way around.

You took his arm and walked him to his bed, telling him softly, “Sit, sit, sit.” You sat next to him and smiled again. “I’m happy to meet you.”

Sentai relaxed outwardly, but inwardly he despaired. He didn’t want any of his fans to see him like this. You were too pleased to notice. This was your opportunity to take advantage of the man while he was emotionally weak. You decided to make a move instead of leaving like he wanted. You wiggled closer to him, his soft side warming your body.

“You really let yourself go, huh?” you purred, rubbing the inside of his thick thigh. Your fingertip brushed against his package, and Sentai was visibly startled, lifting a hand almost defensively. You leaned back a little, surprised by his sensitive reaction. He lowered the hand back down.

“Did you like that?” you asked.

He nodded silently. A breath echoed in his helmet, like he drew in air to speak but decided against it. Too embarrassed to ask for what he wanted from you, because he was not his usual size.

Your fingers wandered further, rubbing the firm flesh you assumed was his length. You massaged, and it hardened under your touch, raising a tantalizing tent in his black pants. You sucked your bottom lip deep into your mouth at the sight. Sentai bucked into your hand, his hands braced on the bed behind him. That was clearly a good sign, so you took the initiative and slid into his lap, facing away. You grabbed some of his thigh fat and pulled towards you. He got the hint and ground against your ass, holding your hips. The bed creaked quietly under his movement.

“You like that, too, Honey?”

He hummed in agreement and then groaned. His nubby head poked against the damp spot currently in your panties. It was clear that he wanted to be buried deep inside you, but his thick thighs were getting in the way. You were going to let him try, but first you wanted his cute little dick in your mouth. Without warning, you got off his lap. He let you slip through his fingers. He didn’t want you to get away, but he also didn’t want to cage you in. In case it made you leave. His confidence was low.

You spun around and glanced down, then up at Sentai.

“Can you take it out for me?”

You had to hold his belly up to allow him space to undo his belt. And then he had to hold it up himself to let you get your mouth in there.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay.”

Truth was, his shame was giving you an intense need to hop on his dick and show him how adorable you found him. You had to do it today. No doubt he was planning to lose all the weight soon and would gain his previous confidence (and good sense) back.

His cock peeked out from amongst rolls of his stomach and thighs, giving it a deceptively smaller appearance. No matter, you decided to concentrate on the head. You licked all around, cleaning up the precum that he messed himself up with. It tasted extra sweet. Maybe he had been eating too many pastries, but you just made that up for your amusement. You gave the tip a quick lick and pronounced it, “Adorable,” glancing up at him.

Sentai wheezed an embarrassed chuckle and spread his thighs to make it easier. It allowed you to sink down farther down his cock and tickle his scrotum with the tip of your tongue. He sucked in a laboured breath.

“That feels good,” Sentai said, sounding normal for the first time since you met him.

You sucked on his dick like it was a fleshy Tootsie Roll you were trying to swallow. He repeated his praises over and over, his voice shaking. Almost begging you not to stop.

He moaned and tightened his thighs around your head, and you did stop. You didn’t want him to cum just yet. Sentai bent forward, and his hand brushed down your arm in a silent plea when you stood up from between his legs.

“Stay there,” you ordered.

Your tone reached his brain and finally it clicked for him that you had been in charge this whole time. A lump appeared in his throat. He wasn’t used to this. Given his current state, Sentai didn’t think he had much choice. He didn’t think anyone else would touch him like you just did. Sentai blushed in horrified shame and accepted your authority. He was going to get what he wanted anyway. You stripped quickly, thankful to be free of your constraining clothing. You left your clothes where they lay; Sentai’s bedroom was a mess to begin with. Snack wrappers and Pocky boxes were all over the place, as well as some takeout containers.

Sentai watched you undress. He played the head of his dick, until your shirt dropped on a noisy wrapper. It startled him into taking his hand away, then acting like nothing happened and fiddling with his scarf.

You faced away from him again. As you began to sit on his dick, his hands went right to your hips. You let him guide you. He rolled against you, trying to find his goal. When he found your entrance, he grunted, attempting to thrust inside.

Sentai rutted against your cunt, barely making it inside. The soft, slick head bobbed just inside you as he desperately worked his hips against your behind. He held your hips and pressed harder, trying to get deeper. The agonizing creak of the bedsprings under your combined weight probably alerted Hanzo to what you were doing. That or the whiny moans Sentai was panting into his helmet would.

“Harder,” you told him.

He obeyed with a choked moan from the effort of holding back his seed. Your fingers dug deeper into pudgy thighs, hanging on for the weakness in your legs. You listened to him struggle for a couple minutes before allowing him relief.

“You can cum now.”

His cum squirted in and around your entrance. The warmth oozed out and dribbled slowly down your inner thigh. He couldn’t even keep his cum inside you, the poor thing. Sentai whined one last time and rolled his head back, coming down from the high.

He made to sit back, but you whipped your upper body around and grabbed his white scarf.

“Clean me,” you stated.

Sentai sighed, and you figured he was considering his answer.

“V-very well,” he said.

You stood up and bent forward, resting your hands on your knees.

“I won’t look,” you said, letting him keep his secret identity.

That small concession from you let him hang on to whatever pride he had left. He lifted his helmet off and stared hard at the sticky mess that was your cunt. Sentai’s dick ached, both with a need to fuck you again and from overstimulation. His black eyes flicked up to the back of your head and down to between your legs. You not watching somehow made this easier. He brushed his green hair back from face, damp from sweat.

It was green to match the accents on his costume. Sentai secretly hoped that while in civilian clothes, someone would guess who he was based on that, taking strange pleasure in flaunting himself. So far all had gotten was someone asking if he was a Sentai fan.

Sentai had to get down on his hands and knees to avoid falling over. He leaned in close and licked along your slit first. You sighed happily. Sentai licked his lips, getting used to the taste of his own cum. Then he lapped hungrily at your thighs and around your cunt.

“Good boy,” you breathed.

Sentai was no beginner to giving oral sex. He knew how to please. He moved his mouth lower to flick at your clit, and you opened your legs to allow him better access. After a while, he sealed his lips to the area and sucked. You rocked back into this mouth, whining softly. Before you got too close, you stood up.

Sentai immediately sat back on his thick rear and looked to you for direction, licking his lips clean of your slick.

“Put on your helmet before I turn around.”

Oh, right. He scrambled to shove it back on.

“I am ready,” he said.

“Good boy,” you told him, turning around.

You sank into sitting cross-legged and put your hands on his plump stomach. Adorable. You couldn’t help rubbing circles on it, making it jiggle. It was warm under your touch and gave nicely when you pressed.

“Look at you,” you said, more to yourself than him, “You would make such a cute pet.”

You pressed your hands harder into his tummy and your fingers sunk into the spandex. So nice and warm. Like a living pillow. Your gaze flicked up to the black, insect-like eye parts of his helmet.

“You’re embarrassed, aren’t you? Ashamed? Think no one will touch like I am?”

His last scrap of pride prevented Sentai from verbally confirming the truth, so he let his chin drop towards his chest instead. Your words were giant red flags, but to your inward glee, he ignored them. You didn’t want to wait for him to answer, anyway. The more ashamed he was, the more pliable he was, and the more likely you would get what you wanted. One of your hands slid higher, and you pushed gently on his chest.

“Lay back, Baby.”

Sentai did as told. You got onto his lap and caressed his general form before fully sitting down. His tummy fit into the V-shape your thighs made comfortably. You didn’t even need the bed to fuck him.

“So cute,” you said, admiring him.

You lifted your hips higher to reach underneath and take hold of his dick. You squeezed it once. He inhaled in pain.

“Hurts? I won’t be long,” you promised.

You guided his cock in, easing yourself down on it. Then you happily discovered that his stomach reached so far down that your nub rubbed against it naturally. You hung on to the sides of his round stomach and rolled your hips against his little cock. The head brushed against the special spot inside, and your cunt clutched around it in response.

You had manipulated him into this position, and everything was in place for you to cum on Sentai’s cock like you always wanted. You went for it, using him like he was a giant posable action figure, only comfortable. The man himself wheezed in pain and death-gripped the carpet below him. You didn’t care how he felt, as long as he stayed hard until you finished. You shut your eyes and, for the most part, ignored Sentai’s presence. You came with an arched back and a quiet, “Oh, god.”

To be fair, your cunt did milk a weaker orgasm out of his cock when you came; it wasn’t all bad for him. His fists relaxed open after that. You opened your eyes and tossed him some praise, “That was good.”

He still said nothing. He needed your absence to realize how you’d used him, but you weren’t finished just yet. You crawled up his body and lay atop him, treating him like a giant, stuffed teddy bear.

“You’re so comfy,” you murmured, wiggling to get fully comfortable.

Sentai really should have thrown you off and tossed you out of his room, but two orgasms convinced his brain that you had the right idea. That now was aftersex nap time. He watched your eyes close and then took his helmet off. He laid his head against his palm for a pillow, letting himself also drift off to sleep.

Cyber Ninja blinked and the confused frown he had been sporting relaxed from his face. Then he frowned more harshly with deeper confusion. He carefully pulled the door shut for real without making a sound. Then he paused. Maybe he could stand to gain a little weight himself.

Beauty in Punk

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Summary: To see his sister ten years later, all decked up like a punk queen and ready to dominate him, is almost more than Genji can handle… thankfully, Hanae decides to take the choice of holding back away from him and just use him like a living, walking dildo anyway.

Ship: Shimadacest

Tags: cisswap, genderbend, penis in vagina, lots of cum, mild dom/sub, sex noises, nsfw

Notes: Based off of this post here.

I am going to gleefully ignore canon Hanzo’s extremely bad fashion taste…

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“Since when do you think you’re in control?” You put your pointer finger to the forehead of his helm and pushed. Genji hesitated a moment. You let your expression relax into something more serious and sharpened your gaze, and he took his hand away. You hiked an eyebrow, and Genji sat back on his heels. You kept the finger on the shiny metal. “Do you have anything to say?”

Genji’s chest heaved with a breath.

“I wish to have sex with you.”

You raised both eyebrows at him.

“Please. Mistress,” he added.

“I’ll consider it. You’re being good, but I don’t appreciate you switching positions without permission,” you said. Genji’s head dipped. “Hold still.”

You wiggled upward into a sitting position. You circled your arms around to the back of his head, giving him a pseudo-hug. You pressed the release for his faceplates. He caught them for you and placed them aside with light metal taps on the floor. You were greeted with a pair of shining, black eyes and equally blacker eyebrows that twitched together momentarily with the intensity of his gaze. You also spied an eagerness to obey your next order.

“You’re gonna earn your vagina. Lay back down.”

Genji’s eyes never left you as he lay back and wiggled his shoulders to get comfortable. You shed the bottom half of your clothing and threw it all to the floor. You crawled over his body on your knees. Genji encouraged you with hands on the back of your thighs. They slid up to cup your tush, but you smacked his hands away.

You knelt over Genji’s face. Your mound covered part of your view, but Genji’s eyes smiled at you. You inhaled through your nose and your teeth dragged up your bottom lip.

“Open up,” you ordered.

You slowly sat on his mouth. Genji met you with the surface of his tongue to your nub.

“Good boy.”

Genji licked your clit like he was hungrily eating his favourite flavour of ice cream, trying to swallow the sensitive flaps of skin into his warm mouth. Your hips twitched, and you squeaked.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, just in case he got any ideas otherwise.

His hands came up to hold your lower body to his face, but you couldn’t keep still. Genji’s tongue noisily slurped your nub, sending jolts of pain and pleasure into your pelvis. You took his hands from your body to squeeze.

“Harder!”

He opened his mouth wider and sucked. Genji’s eyebrows met in the centre as he closed his eyes. He pulled pathetic whines from your slack mouth. Your inner thighs clenched, and you twitched into his lips and tongue. Genji sucked and licked, sucked and licked. Your whines grew into shameless moans as you rode his face.

“Such a good boy,” was all you could coherently yell, before going back to moaning into the room.

You squeezed your thighs around his head and cupped the top of his helm with your hands.

You were a hair away from forgetting your original plan.

“Stop, stop,” you cried.

He frowned slightly and froze his mouth against you, confused at what you said. You caught your breath and smirked down at him.

“Don’t you want to finish inside me?”

His eyes snapped open for a moment before he tamped down his excitement. Reasserting the seductive way he gazed only at you.

“Just for you, Babe,” you said, booping his nose.

You took initiative, pushing up on your hands to crawl backwards. Your butt was met with something stiff and wet. You eased yourself down, pushing on his erection with the cleft between your cheeks. You ground down him, and his chest expanded. You swear you saw Genji’s eyes roll back. He had been waiting for this for so long.

“Mistress,” he said quietly.

“Hm?”

You kept grinding, making sure to rub your nub against the thickness of his length.

“Please…Mistress…”

His eyes were obviously rolled back, and his hands clenched repeatedly.

Oh.

“What’s wrong, Honey?” you asked brightly.

Genji groaned, his muscled thighs flexing. His cock twitched against your heat, emptying his hot load between his legs behind you.

You grinned wickedly at him and bite your lip in triumph.

“Beautiful, Baby,” you praised.

You crawled forward to get yours and cum on his face.