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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.”

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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.

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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?”

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Genji did his morning yoga. He stretched his arms above his head. Then he folded forward at the waist, almost putting his nose between his thighs. He made sure to do plenty of downward dogs, wiggling his rear to properly align his feet.

You sipped your coffee, then you put the cup back down, pointedly ignoring his butt pointed in your direction.

Genji tried another forward fold. He peeked between his thighs to check if you were watching.

You were not.

He planted his hands and lifted his lower body into a handstand. He gracefully parted his legs for a handstand split.

“That’s not going to work,” you muttered. You took another sip of your coffee.

“Come onnnnn,” he taunted, sinking into a perfect side split. He hooked his fingers in the square holes in the wire bars of the cage.

You ignored him some more until he rattled the cage wall.

“If you break it, I’m whoring you out to pay for a new one.”

Genji snickered.

“I will whore myself for free. For you.”

“Okay,” you said, putting your coffee aside. “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“I get two orgasms for your every one,” you said, holding up two fingers.

He nodded. “Consider it done.”

“I’m warning you. One wrong move, and it’s back in the cage,” you warned. “Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”