Tag: young!genji

Good Brothers

It was your birthday, and your older brothers took you out to the club to celebrate. To a VIP room with all of Genji’s most charming and fun friends.

Hanzo was doing his best to relax with a drink his hand. He sipped it, but clearly, his mind was elsewhere. Genji was talking to the person seated to next to him or texting on his phone. Both wore slick attire, with button up shirts just tight enough to show off the muscles from regular training. Hanzo let his lovely, black hair down from its tie, which you played with, running it through your fingers and giggling, with a light blush dusting your cheeks. Hanzo returned your smile faintly; it was contagious You were a few drinks in and feeling attractive in your dress. This wasn’t the best time you ever had, but you were glad to be out of the house and with your brothers. One on either side, and they never left. It was sweet.

“Hanzo, I don’t feel so well. Did I drink too much?”

One look at your dangerously drooping eyelids, and he went stiff in alarm. He grabbed his brother’s sleeve.

“Genji! Something’s wrong!”

Genji also looked you over. Then he turned and sneered at his friends.

“Alright, who drugged my sister? Did you think I would not notice?!”

He quickly rose from his seat and growled at all of them to get out. It was time to take you home, where you would be safe.

Hanzo was cradling your head upright, assuring you that you would be okay. You were with your big brothers.

Genji got up and went to the door. He checked the hallway to make sure everyone else had gone. Then he came back, closing the door quietly behind him.

“They are gone,” he said conspiratorially to Hanzo, a hint of lust in his deepened voice.

Hanzo glanced at you, but you were gone. The roofie was doing wonders. Even if you heard Genji, it was too late. Hanzo hummed lazily, nuzzling your neck. He inhaled your feminine scent, a mix of your body wash, hair products, and your personal odour from your hair.

You were a heavy ragdoll, not human at all, but that didn’t deter them. They had their groping and squeezing hands all over you immediately. Genji pinched a nipple, and that drew a quiet whine. They traded looks, and that started the game of how much noise they could get from you without you waking.

They spread your legs and fucked you hard, taking turns and earning them choked whines. Not to the point of cumming. They just wanted to whet their appetite, before sinking their teeth into the soft spots along your body. To inflict bruises. They weren’t terribly worried about being found out right now. They had always wanted to know what little sister felt like, and now was the time. They branded you with bite marks around your neck and shoulders. Fingertip-shaped bruises on your hips, thighs, and ass. By the time they were done with your nipples, you’d think they’d fall off. Biting and pinching hard, making you cry out, girlish and shy-like.

Genji was pounding away at your cunt when Hanzo said, “Think she’s a virgin?”

Genji paused his thrusts.

“Well, considering the white panties we pulled off her–cute!–maybe.”

Hanzo thought of the best idea yet.

“Roll her over onto her side,” he said, making the gesture. “Let’s make her first time a good one.”

Genji pulled out and rolled you over, your cheek smushed against the padding of the couch and your mouth open slightly. Hanzo took his place at your back, Genji at your front.

“You are cruel, Hanzo.” Genji grinned.

Hanzo yanked your dress up farther. He bucked his hips and stuffed his cock in your cunt to gather some of your natural lube. Then Genji replaced Hanzo’s cock with his own, pumping your cunt at his leisure. Hanzo held your cheeks spread with one hand and prodded at your asshole.

You hummed a long protest, sounding a lot like, “Noooooo,” as Hanzo slid inside your tight tunnel. Once he made it as far as he could reach, he lifted your knee.

“How is it?” Genji asked.

“So…tight,” Hanzo groaned.

Genji hummed in reply. He kissed your lips. Then he squeezed open your jaw and stuck his tongue inside your slack mouth. Since he was eighteen, he had wanted to know what it was like to make out with his sister. This wasn’t ideal, but it was still hot.

Hanzo held your body down as they both used you for their pleasure. A tangle of legs as they bounced your limp body on that club couch. Hanzo’s eyes rolled back and his lids dipped. He let his dick guide his pace, sloppily thrusting inside your messy asshole and cheeks.

You started to moan quietly and rhythmically. Genji bit his lip with a smirk.

“What a good sister,” he praised lewdly.

He brought a hand down to tickle your clit, seeing if he could make you cum. The ragdoll came alive then, your back arching a bit. He rubbed harder and harder, painfully, until you arched further, and he felt your virgin cunt clamp weakly around his length.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Genji breathed, squirming with the effort of keeping his orgasm at bay.

“Just finish already,” Hanzo said.

He had already pulled out and was giving your ass a few parting squeezes.

“Fine.”

Genji pounded your poor cunt until he stilled inside, twitching and cumming inside.

They stood up, their flaccid dicks still hanging out of their pants. You lay there, used and stuffed with their cum for them both to admire.

“Hmmm. Why didn’t we cum on her chest?”

“Good question.”

They sat back down to mouth at and grope your body until they could get hard again.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 7

Maybe you should have reached out to him when his father was killed, but you were afraid he would snap at you. You knew he was hurting, but you didn’t know him well enough to help him start to heal. He might consider you an intruder. And he didn’t know himself well enough. Genji started going out like before he met you. Came home late, while you were asleep. It hurt to see him behave like this, the way he pulled away from you without a word of explanation. You moved into a guest suite, which got no reaction from your husband.

You blamed yourself when you heard the news. That Hanzo confronted Genji and believed he should have been there to help save his papa’s life. Genji was with you at the time of his papa’s death. You sat on the bed of the guest bedroom, tears landing on your thighs when you heard Hanzo struck Genji down in a rage. Genji probably didn’t help, probably wound his brother up a bit, but still.

That news was followed up by news that made the situation worse: you were pregnant. You immediately decided the Shimada clan was no place to raise a child. Hanzo tried to stop from moving out, once, by summoning you to his office. He didn’t want a child able to control the dragons outside the Shimada clan. You stood your ground.

“I’m leaving. It’s insane that you want me to stay after what happened to my husband.”

“You are staying,” he snarled, quickly losing patience.

“Do not touch me; I will fight you, and the baby will be harmed in the process!” you warned when the clan’s lackeys approached you from behind.

You turned around to stare them down. They glanced at Hanzo for confirmation to subdue you. He waved his lackeys away.

“You don’t need a dragon. You are a dragon.”

You snorted and left the castle. You shook the whole way, expecting to be stopped.

You integrated back into your family. As a new mother, you had no time for awkwardness, anyway. Hanzo started sending you monthly cheques. Whether they were to make up for losing Genji or losing access to the clan’s money, you didn’t know. As far as you were concerned, each cheque arrived soaked with blood. You didn’t want a single Yen. But you had a baby on the way, so you deposited each one until they stopped coming.

You gave birth, naming the baby boy Genji. You didn’t name him after the man you had married. You named him Genji after the potential you saw in the marriage. Your life became your son. You worked the days and spent evenings with him.

“Mommy, why is that man naked?”

You got up and went to the window. Outside stood a man with his arms away from his sides, palms outward. It didn’t matter what he looked like, that was definitely Hanzo Shimada’s tattoo. Between a job and a son, you had no energy for this shit. You groaned.

“He’s trying to show that he’s unarmed,” you told little Genji.

“But he has two arms.”

“Yes, he does. Stay inside, okay, Baby?”

You went out the front door and shut your son inside the house where he couldn’t see Hanzo.

“What are you doing here?” You blinked coldly.

“I have news that will interest you.”

Hanzo told you Genji was alive. Strangely, you were ready to hear him talk. Maybe because you were hoping it was true. You always wondered where the marriage might have gone. Perhaps you and he would get a second chance. That felt like foolishness, but the hope refused to be put out. Hanzo explained what happened on the anniversary of Genji’s death this year. You remembered that night. You vaguely considered having ramen but decided to spend time with your son, instead. Holding him on the sofa and having him read a book to you.

“What did this man say?” you asked Hanzo in the present.

You listened intently, scrutinizing each word. What that cyborg said was true, but something was different about how he said it. When Hanzo finished explaining what happened, you thought of your son. Could you put him in danger just because this man might be his father?

“I’ll go with you,” Hanzo offered.

You shook your head, thinking it was unwise, but you agreed. Hanzo looked sincere. Maybe he actually was. Again, you wanted to believe it.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 6

“You don’t even know what that means!” you accused.

“You don’t either,” he countered, with momentary fire in his gaze. Then he went back to playing meek, a cheek laid on your knee.

A bold statement, but it was true. Your marriage was young.

You considered his request from your superior position. His eyebrows inched up his face, waiting for your decision. As if you weren’t a slave to your want for Genji, either. His clothes were loose, the kind that those wear who know they look good and don’t need to wear form-fitting clothes to show it. You could trace his body through the fabric with your gaze with ease from seeing it so often. It pleased you, hit the spot, bent your will towards him, until you could groan and rub your face along his abs. Genji had no idea. He just waited.

“Okay,” you said, letting a smile brighten your face.

Genji stood, gathering your body against his. He carried you to the bed and let you down on it. After you both removed your clothes, you took his chin in a firm hold.

“Remember what I taught you.”

He nodded, grateful. He had been about to let his dick take over and fuck you into the bed. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to do, he just needed a reminder. He entered you slowly, the head of his cock pressing your entrance open, to a whispered expletive from your lips. Then his leaned on one hand, the other sliding up your soft midsection. It took a hard right to cover the flesh of your breast. You arched into his hand, and he took his cue to squeeze.

“Good boy,” you purred.

He had been waiting for those words, for permission to move. His dragged his cock in and out. You whined his name, telling him to kiss you. As a boy, he only needed his dick wet, but you needed more. He adorably frowned in concentration, paying appropriate attention to your lips and your breasts while he sped up, rutting into your cunt.

You came together more or less, but he wasn’t done. You would have liked to cuddle, but his hands still roamed your body, and not affectionately. You lay there, eyeing him wearily. The sweat hadn’t even dried. His eyes were still blown, and the firm curves of his toned body were taut with need.

“Fine. Hand me my phone.”

He grabbed it so quick. You rolled over to present your cunt for his use. You let him have his fill, while you flicked through memes on your phone with your finger. Your ass would be red and sore as if he had spanked it, but that wasn’t a concern. He was a slave to the clutch of your cunt around his cock, to emptying his balls into you in a vain effort to drain them dry. It was a different kind of high than an orgasm, but still satisfying.

You had Genji address you as Mrs. Shimada in the bedroom only. Elsewhere, it was your first name, with respect. Once he mastered that, you let him be playful with you. He teased you with ‘queen,’ ‘my lady,’ and it was ‘her royal wifey’ when he wanted to really annoy you. As long as he wasn’t paying that attention to anyone else, he could call you whatever he liked.

You had intended for that to stay between you, but it had leaked out. How careless.

“Would my lady pass the rice?” Hanzo asked once during dinner.

With a hot blush, you did so. Genji couldn’t contain his amusement. You could feel it, his smirk. You tossed him a glare in warning. He smiled and kissed your cheek, making your blush worse.

“You’re not unlike our late mama,” Hanzo remarked when only you could hear. You were stunned into silence, and he continued. “Apparently, a person must have a strong pair of ovaries to get Genji to heel. He listened to our mama, but chafed under our father. Why he didn’t just come down harder on Genji, I don’t understand.” Hanzo raised an eyebrow. “After our mother died…Genji listened to no one.”

You came away from the conversation also wondering why their father didn’t clip his son’s wings shorter. If you, a newcomer, could see that Genji could benefit from guidance, surely his father could see it, also. What exactly the head of the Shimada house was thinking, not many people dared openly discuss, so that was the end of it.

You put aside the issue of Genji’s wildness, because you found him to be strangely mouldable to your will. You kept waiting for the day he might break free from you and miss being able to choose his own companionship. But he didn’t. Like a bird comfortable with its cage, with its owner, he stuck by your side. You even experienced some moments of nonsexual intimacy, going on dates, to places you’d never been, and started making the habit of cuddling before sleep. Despite this, it became harder and harder to ignore what was missing over time. Your marriage was missing love. You can’t command someone to give you love and mean it, so you didn’t even try. Sometimes, you were lonely. Genji was there to lean into when that happened. He obliged with an arm around your body. At those times, you thought perhaps the love would grow naturally between you. You had to hope.

You and your husband settled into a comfortable life of going out, behaving at home, and fucking the rest of the time. Genji’s papa was satisfied with Genji newfound interest in keeping up with his training, not requiring him to lift a finger more. Hanzo was not. You noticed his hard expression sometimes, but you were quick to forget it when you saw Genji’s smile.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 4

He did end up taking you for ramen. That seemed like his one weakness, besides sex. When the food arrived, he went quiet and focused only on eating. He barely spared a glance at the cute, young serving girl. It was nice to have some quiet time alone with him. Then your phone beeped with a text message.

He only tolerates you because he wants to fuck you.

“Who is this?!” you blurted out angrily.

“Show me.”

You let Genji see the number. He squinted at it.

“It’s Aoi.” His sister.

“Ahhhh. Do you believe me now?”

You leaned on the wooden bar with your elbow to regard him, waiting for an answer.

“What do you want me to do? She is as stubborn as Hanzo.”

“She’s harassing me, Genji.”

“She is just… She is just jealous that you get to go out, and she doesn’t. Ever since our papa has been in danger, he won’t let her go far.”

Aoi was in a jealous, indignant rage. She got into her papa’s collection of sake, the bottles he sometimes shared with Hanzo. She was hurting over a lost time where she was close to her brothers. Now they were moving on with their lives. Hanzo trained and met with the elders all day. Genji got fucking married. Aoi wasn’t even allowed to leave the house to find her own company. All she did was study accounting to help with the clan’s finances. Which she was good at, but you can only stare at numbers for so long before getting lonely. The bottle and a half of sake convinced her that was it was totally okay to send you nasty texts, since lashing out at Hanzo or Genji wouldn’t get her anywhere.

Another text: You just wanted our money, you whore.

Genji sighed and texted his sister, telling her to stop it. He promised to take her some takeout.

Not unless some fucking freedom comes in that container, she replied.

You enjoyed the ramen, but when you were finished, you weren’t happy.

“I don’t want to go home,” you said, shaking your head. It was odd to call the Shimada castle your home, but the point was, you felt unwelcome there while Aoi was on the rampage.

Genji felt the need to entertain you. “We could, uhhh…go to the club. We are not dressed for it, but it won’t matter since you’re with me.”

That was half a boast and half a fact. The bouncer gave Genji a nod and didn’t bother to look you over. He assumed you were Genji’s latest conquest, not the other way around.

This was Genji’s area of expertise. His stomping grounds. It became apparent pretty quick that you would have to make it clear to everyone that Genji didn’t belong to them and this club anymore. He belonged to you. Genji took you to the bar first to introduce you and get the first drink of the night.

You waved the hand that had your wedding rings in greeting. The bartender assumed you were cheating on a spouse with Genji, not married to him.

The bartender gave him what you considered an unnecessary compliment, and you grabbed Genji’s crotch under the bar. His eyes flew wide open. The bartender gave him a weird look, then went back to work. You massaged his package gently, feeling it harden in your hand. He may have bucked slightly into your touch. Genji took you to a booth, and another club-goer, perhaps an old friend of his, couldn’t keep her cleavage to herself. Genji started to flirt with her, but you cut him off by nipping at his ear. He gasped, his cheeks turning pink. You took his hand to hold.

You felt up him lots more, squeezing his inner thigh, slipping your hand in his shirt, and kissing his neck, before he lost patience with you.

“You won’t let me do anything without driving me insane.”

He sat next to you in the booth at the back of the club, glaring at you, but with lust softening the edge of his stare.

“I’ll give you something to do. Get me a drink, please.”

He did, and it amused you to watch him walk about with an obvious tent in his slacks. He came back with the drink. Once he sat down, you slid over into his lap and got comfy. Genji sighed with the little relief he got relaxing back and pressing his cock into your rear. You rocked gently back and forth, Genji almost purring from the steady stimulation. An hour of that, and he could cum. Instead, you pawed at the side of his face.

“We should go back. Your sister can’t still be mad. Or awake.”

Genji eyed you sleepily, then sat up with you. He called one of the family’s personal drivers to come get you both. A black, nondescript car arrived after a short wait, and you both got in.

“That was a fun night,” were glad to admit with a smile at your new husband.

“I am happy to hear it,” Genji replied.

He used a knuckle under your chin to guide you towards him for a deep kiss. He tasted bitter, sweet, and salty from the ramen and the drinks. It came to a natural end, and you dipped forward to whisper to him about what a good boy he was. Each word set his world spinning faster.

“Please,” Genji said, grasping your thigh with his hand. Fingers dug into the flesh there. “I need it.”

“Need what?”

He pulled your hand over to palm his erection.

“Wait until we get home. I’m not some tramp who fucks in a moving car.”

He made a frustrated noise and let go of your hand.

“Hey.” You ran a finger down the top of his thigh. “Let me remind you that good behaviour gets rewarded.”

Genji blushed deeply in the darkness of the car. He was really glad no one else heard him agree quietly.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 2

The bitter smell of weed crept into the bathroom and into your nostrils. You sighed and left the bathroom.

“Is this how you’re going to deal with this?”

He lounged on the bed, a bong placed on the bedside table for the maids to deal with.

“You think I wanted a wife…?” he asked with a bitter smile.

You hopped on the bed, onto his lap. You aligned your heat with his package. Genji put his hands on your hips. He couldn’t help it; he wanted to touch you. His fingers were gentle, waved back and forth against your skin. He would have been firmer, but he was too far gone. Couldn’t concentrate. His dick rose on its own, pushing the front of his boxers against your sex. He did nothing about it, but you didn’t want him to. Arousal was enough for now.

You bent down over him, with your hands on the bed on either side of his face.

“We’re married now,” you said. His lips twisted into a sneer, and he looked away. “I’m going to be faithful to this marriage and so are you.”

“And if I am not?” he asked, still not meeting your eyes.

“Then you’re getting punished.”

Genji turned his head to stare at you, dazed. “What…”

He was too slow to stop you from crawling forward and depositing your sex on his face. He spoke in surprise, his lips and breath tickling your labia. You leaned back to let him speak.

“What was that?” you asked.

“No, no…come back.”

His gaze was glued to your sex, which shined with slick. You had left a damp spot on the front of his boxers after you moved. You returned to your seat on his face. He mouthed at your lips and clit. You sighed and started to roll your hips.

Genji ran his fingertips firmly over the tent in his boxers. His cock hardened further beneath the fabric. He eventually pulled his cock out of the hole in the front to get off on your soft parts on his face. You had no plans to move just yet, and he wasn’t in a hurry.

You both spent the good part of an hour on a slow build of pleasure in your lower bellies. Genji came on his stomach, then drank in your slick as you orgasmed quietly.

“That was a punishment?” he asked with a smirk when you got off.

“You would have rather had sex, right?”

You tossed him a towel from the bathroom to clean up.

“I had no idea it was an option.”

“Behave, and it will be,” you told him. You stretched lazily, getting the kinks out of your muscles from sitting in one position for so long. “You’re so good at oral, though. It pleases me.”

Genji barked laughter at your wording. But he would see. You laid down the law, piece by piece, the next few weeks. If he behaved, he would get pussy. If he didn’t, you pinned him down with said pussy. He couldn’t resist, either way. Neither could you, especially when he had a habit of walking around your shared suite shirtless or less. He didn’t seem to like wearing clothes.

When Genji slipped up, when he cheated, you slept in the guest suite. You didn’t let him touch you. You made such a fuss about it, that word got back to his father. He sat you down and asked what was wrong. You would have liked Mr. Shimada to put his son in his place instead.

You explained about what Genji did to upset you.

“He is a free bird,” Mr. Shimada replied, brushing off your complaint.

“Well, it’s not good enough,” you stated, holding your chin high.

Mr. Shimada laughed and wished you luck with that. Though, he did see Genji after. Who came sulking back to you.

“You were scolded?” you asked with a smirk.

He sat on the bed, and you sat on his lap. He held you, putting his cheek on your shoulder.

“Yes,” he huffed. “He wants me only in our bed.”

“Ha!”

“…because he wants us to have babies.”

You exploded into laughter. You don’t know how Genji didn’t see this coming. He sulked harder.

“You don’t want sex?”

“I do not want babies,” he muttered.

“I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind if we waited.”

Genji wasn’t ready to raise children, anyway, but you didn’t tell him that in case it bruised his ego.

“Get tested,” you told him, wiggling in your seat.

He swore softly as your ass brushed his crotch. He glared stubbornly back at you.

“Get tested, and I will, too. Then we can fuck all you want.”

Genji doubted it would be that easy, but you showed him you had a habit of sticking to your word. Your test came back clean, and you showed him the paper to prove it. His came back positive, but nothing incurable.

“Seeeee? Maybe being married won’t be so bad. We’re already behaving like a team.”

His reply was thoughtful silence. Then he glanced at you suspiciously.

“Why are you so okay with this?”

Good question. You didn’t ask for this, either. You had to leave your family. You lived with strangers now. Strange servants, too.

“I decided I couldn’t fight it. I might as well make the best of it.”

A Dog Needs a Leash

“The attempts on my life have been getting worse lately,” Mr. Shimada said.

“Put Hanzo on it,” Genji replied dismissively. It’s not that he didn’t care that his papa’s life was in danger. It’s just that, as head of the Shimada clan, he was always in danger. And everyone had a disgusting amount of respect for Hanzo, the hard-working, dutiful son. Surely, he would be able to track down who wanted their papa dead and take care of it. Plus, Genji didn’t want to talk about his papa being dead one day. Didn’t want to deal with it.

Sojiro Shimada remained unfazed by his son’s attitude.

“He’s busy learning to take his place. You must also start to gravitate towards yours, as well.”

His papa explained that he had arranged for Genji to get married.

“I made a wise choice in a bride for you, I think,” Sojiro said with a wicked gleam in his eye. He was talking about you, but Genji didn’t know that, yet.

“You know I won’t go to the wedding,” Genji stated flatly.

“Oh, it will happen.”

A chill went up his spine at those words, and he was also annoyed at how self-pleased his papa was. That man was the only one who could out-wit Genji whenever he wished.

His papa kept insisting the marriage would happen, to the point where Genji spent even less time sober than before. He snuck out of the castle more often. Mr. Shimada was perversely proud of his younger son, who evaded every instructor and bodyguard. He was a natural at stealth. Hanzo was not as impressed.

“What good is he going to be to me when you’re gone?” Hanzo demanded of his papa in frustration.

“He will learn in his own time. If you don’t want Genji to take your place, you should train harder,” Mr. Shimada teased.

That frustrated Hanzo immensely. He trained harder than Genji ever did. Genji picked up his skills in no time flat, leaving Hanzo struggling to catch up. The difference was, Hanzo was training to take on responsibility one day, and Genji was wasting his skills on impressing friends and potential lovers. Hanzo resented Genji for this.

Hanzo took his papa’s words to heart. He did train harder. He would show his papa that he was better than Genji.

Genji was busy being frustrated for different reasons. Every other day, someone in the household told him to get ready for the wedding. Only, there were no preparations being made, that he knew of. Not that he was looking too closely. He should have been. Instead, he kept his lungs full of weed and his stomach full of shots four days in a row out of spite.

On the morning after, he woke up feeling strangely well-rested and not at all hungover. He rolled over to spread his limbs out on his bed.

The back of Genji’s hand hit something soft and warm, but solid.

“Mmmmm,” you complained sleepily, “I was sleeping.”

Genji looked over to find a strange woman in his bed. Not entirely unusual, just he preferred to stay overnight elsewhere when having fun.

“As much as I would love to continue,” he lied. “isn’t it time you went home?”

“I am home. I’m your wife.”

You held up your hand and wiggled your fingers for him to see. Your wedding set was yellow gold, and the engagement ring had a large, green stone circled by diamonds.

Genji flipped out. He tore himself from the bed and called his papa.

“I told you it would happen,” was the man’s casual reply.

“But, I…”

“Check the top of your dresser.”

Genji walked over to it. There lay a piece of paper. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a wedding certificate, signed by you and then signed by him.

“But…I was…”

“Intoxicated? Again?” his papa said. “Yes. You should reconsider your behaviour. It has consequences.”

Mr. Shimada hung up the phone. Genji was left with his jaw on the floor. Outwitted by his papa again.

While Genji was still awhirl with emotions, you asked, “So what should we do today?”

You sat up, the blanket falling down your naked body. Genji eyed you, his cock coming awake. Damnit. You slept naked. Still, he was angry.

“Nothing,” he muttered.

You shrugged. You didn’t expect him to react well, anyway. You got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. The maids had moved all your things in while Genji was busy drinking yesterday. Your new father-in-law had a strangely devilish smile on his face while directing them to do so. Honestly, he left you with a big problem: his son. But Mr. Shimada did pay off a debt your family owed. They could be stress-free because you agreed to this. You were fed, clothed, and sheltered, too.

How many Genjis are too many Genjis? In fact, I need more. Please do the 13 pregnancy prompt with young Genji! Thank you so much!

Genji’s father called you both in for another one of his ‘meetings.’ It was the just the three of you. Normally, Mr. Sojiro Shimada treated you casually. Just asked you to take care of his wild and wicked son. Genji rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. You answered the elder man with the respect deserving of his position, bowing to him when appropriate and calling him by the appropriate title. It seemed to keep him happy, yet you always left light-headed and highly strung, as if you had just escaped with your life.

The latest one was different. Not just because you recently discovered you were pregnant. You hadn’t told anyone yet. You sucked in your tummy and wrung the hem of your shirt tightly in your hands. Mr. Sojiro was more jubilant than usual. He floored you by announcing that it was time for you and Genji to move in together, and maybe plan to get married. You both left the meeting with even Genji expressing that he didn’t see that coming.

You went along with it, deciding to go see this new house Mr. Shimada bought for you both, and tell Genji your news later.

The house itself was fully-furnished, and maids met you both at the door. You went inside to peer eagerly around you at everything. It was like a mini version of Mr. Shimada’s castle.

Then, the kitchen.

You opened the cupboards to find a wall of food staring back at you. Instant noodles, snacks, and dried noodles. Cans of fruit and vegetables. You went to the fridge next to confirm that, yes, there was meat, fresh vegetables, milk, and eggs in there. Just as full as the cupboards. Even boxes of mochi in the freezer.

“Oh, wow,” you said, awestruck. “There’s a lot of food in here.”

“Ha!” Genji laughed. “Good. You have been eating so much lately.”

“For your information,” you huffed at him, “I have gained weight, but it’s because I’m pregnant!”

Genji spluttered, finally speechless since you met him. It would have been really satisfying, had it not been about such a heavy subject. You turned your back to him to root around cupboards some more. Let him suffer a bit!

You stopped cold, pulling out a bottle of vitamins. On the front in large, thick letters read, “PRENATAL.”

Genji hissed an expletive from behind you, having also seen the bottle.

“Wait. Is that why we’re…?”

You turned to each other and stared with saucer-wide eyes. His father moved you two into this house because he knew you were pregnant before you told anyone. Scary.

Satisfied

“I am here to serve, Mistress.”

You smiled and shook your head.

“You say that because I fuck you.”

“I was trying to make it a little more romantic,” Genji pouted.

You grinned at his adorable pouted lower lip and batted at the bell tied around his neck. It hung on a black ribbon tied in a bow by you. You had placed a matching set of black cat ears on his head, partially taming his spiky, green hair. More bells were glued on the ears. Every time Genji moved, he jingled.

“No, you’re gonna work a bit before I touch you.”

“Are we going to play, like kittens?”

He probably imagined rolling around, kissing and nipping at sensitive skin until he worked you up to getting what he wanted. And he always wanted to be inside you.

“Not quite,” you said, opening a clear plastic package.

Genji leaned forward on his knees, trying to see what you had for him. Assuming it was for him.

You pushed him back with a hand to the chest. “Bad kitty.”

“Cats are not obedient animals,” he countered, nipping your ear before sitting back.

“Naughty!”

You took a smallish, fish-shaped cake out of the package.

“Ah, taiyaki. Of course.”

“Be a good kitty and eat your fish,” you cooed, holding the cake at his mouth level.

He reached for it with a hand, and you smacked it away. “No. Bad kitty.”

You held the cake, and he took large bites, wolfing it down greedily.

“My mistress! You remembered my favourite is chocolate,” he said, licking his lips clean.

“Of course, Kitty.”

You let him half most of it and took the last bite yourself. Genji insisted on licking your lips clean of any remaining traces of chocolate.

“That was fun, Mistress. What do you want to do now?”

Genji cocked his head, the bells tinkling.

“I know what you want,” you purred, palming his partial erection through his pants. So much heat radiated from there.

“I do,” he said, sliding his package up your hand.

“You always do,” you said.

You squeezed his engorging cock, then undid his pants. You pulled the front down enough to reveal one more ribbon tied in a bow around the base of his package. The movement jingled the bell also tied there. Genji instinctively flexed his hips up into your hand, seeking contact.

“I have been a good kitty,” he said, giving you a lazy grin. He was already flushed with the promise of you playing with his dick.

“You’re presumptuous. You just want me to touch you right now.”

“I do,” he whined, tossing his head.

Genji didn’t have a lot of patience, despite being so obedient.

“Alright.”

He was right. He had been good up to now. You climbed onto his lap with enough room left for you to hold his heated shaft comfortably in your hand. You stroked him slowly with a tight enough grip. You rested your forehead to his, taking in his content expression. Like this is where he was born to be right now.

You sped up, and his mouth dropped open to let him pant shamelessly.

You lifted his chin with a loose fist to give him a kiss.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” he asked through his lusty haze.

“Later,” was all you gave him.

“Yes, Mistress.”

As long as you were touching his dick, he was happy. Enough precum had seeped out of his slit for you to spread along his shaft to ease your strokes, letting you go even faster. Genji’s eyes fell closed. His thighs flex, a tell that he was well on his way.

You tugged at one of the ends of the ribbon, and the knot came apart, slipping off his package. 

“Go on, then,” you told him, then you hungrily pressed your mouth to his. You buried your fingers firmly into his hair at the back of his head to hold him to you.
It was the closest he was going to get to permission to cum. The muscles on his stomach spasmed with the effort of maintaining the tongue play you initiated while the pleasurable pressure built in his lower belly. Genji was all yours; he knew this, and he did his best to maintain this fact. His body seized, and his mouth went slack. You kissed him through his orgasm, bending his cock back. He spilled his cum all over his shirt, getting none of the mess on you.

You gave him one last heated kiss and backed off to kneel lazily in front of him. You admired your handiwork. His messy green hair. The sticky cum soiling his clothes. His deflated, spent cock. His engorged, red lips. Beautiful.

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

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“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.”