Amara, can you write something for Genji and “Not a sound, do you understand? You have to be absolutely quiet, or I will make you want to scream even louder.”, please??

shes-claws-deep:

Hell yes I can write something for that. Gimme that Genji butt.

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This is probably the best thing you’ve ever bought. Ever. Genji can probably attest to that if he could speak. 

For once, the ninja isn’t screaming his lungs out and advertising the fact that he’s getting some pussy. No, because this time, he’s holding your panties between his teeth and trying his hardest not to let go. He has a tiny corner of the fabric pinched between his teeth, which by the way are already soaked with his drool, and you can see that he’s struggling to remember not to let up on the pressure.

Oh, what’s the best thing you’ve ever bought? It’s not the panties, don’t worry. It’s the clear cock stroker that’s attached to your magic wand vibrator. The stroker that’s sliding up and down his cock, the bumps and ridges and little fingers inside it turning the slick slide into something magical. Or torturous, depending on who you’re talking to. The deep hum of the vibrator is the only sound in the room other than your combined breathing, although Genji’s is far more laboured than yours. 

A soft murmur escapes him then, the barest movement of his lips alerting you to their utterance. His eyes are rolling gently under his heavily lidded eyes and his teeth worry at the fabric, so much so that it looks like your panties are about to slip through his grip. With an evil grin, you pull the stroker up so it slides up his ultra-sensitive head and then back down, pausing just so it covers the mushroomed head of his cock and nothing else. 

That makes Genji tremble and scream through gritted teeth, his whole body shuddering and making a fresh sheen of sweat break out on his tanned skin. 

Playfully, you shush him. “Not a sound, Genji, do you understand?” His tear-filled eyes go cross-eyed before he looks at you blankly, lips trembling as he starts to suck on your panties to keep it from falling. “You have to be absolutely quiet or I will want to make you scream even louder.” To emphasise your threat, you bob the stroker up and down his cockhead a couple of times, enough to make him whimper and sob quietly. “My panties are supposed to make you quieter, not louder.”

When you stop, he nods tremulously, wide brown eyes peering up at you. The next few strokes yield nothing but heavy panting. Good. You will see how long that lasts.