Genji holds himself above you, groaning as the sensation of being wrapped in you overwhelms him. He’s shaking, his thigh muscles clenching tight, as he tries desperately to hold his incredible strength back. His body, riddled with scars and cybernetics, are breathtakingly beautiful in the dim light of you room, and you tell him so.
He blushes, falls to his elbows to kiss you deeply. His cock glides in and out of you tirelessly despite the white hot pleasure pooling deep in his gut. Hard, throbbing, and already leaking cum, Genji pleads with you for mercy.
“Close! I’m so close!” he whispers your name in your ear as he begs, his hands digging into the bedsheets to ground himself. Your heat under him, your softness, your presence, it all drives him mad. “May I cum? Oh fuck, please may I cum!”
His collar clinks as he shakes, the sound making him impossibly harder. The sound of ownership. Of safety. A smile spreads across his ruined face despite his ache, and he buries his head into your neck.
“Mmm,” you decide to take pity on him and loop a finger into the leather collar. “You poor thing. Alright, fuck me harder. And don’t you stop until I’ve cum hard, you got it?”
“Aaaannhhhh! Ah, yes! Yes, oh yes, thank you!” he bites out and lets loose on you. His hips rammed into yours, his pace picking up until he feels like a jack hammer trying to nail you into the mattress. Tight and full, his balls slaps against your skin, and it’s another sensation atop a whole mountain of it that makes him sob and cry out your name.
A hand slips down from above your shoulder and he rubs your clit in time with his movements. You need to cum, you always need to come first, you always come first! He repeats the mantra in his head as cum starts to rise in his balls, and it succeeds somewhat, as he manages to push his orgasm back to hit your sweet spot with the tip of his cock.
Your screams and praises and the clinking of his collar are music to his ears, and he fucks you as hard as he dares until he feels you tighten around him like a silk glove. Oh fuck, ohhhh fuck you feel so good. Your orgasm milks his cock and he opens his mouth in a silent scream as he finally cums hard.
It rockets through him, seizing every muscle until he’s curled over you, twitching and spasming even as he rams himself hard against your hips to bury deep inside your pussy. Your pants in his ear, your hands clawing at his back, your pussy sucking his oversensitive cock. It’s heaven and hell all at once, and he whimpers as you withdraw yourself from his softening shaft.
“So good, such a good boy,” you murmur and let him rest against your chest, fingers still playing with his collar.
Genji chuckles weakly and raises a hand to cover yours at his neck. God, he loves you.
Post-recall, Genji hasn’t had any sexual contact since his battle with Hanzo. Never even masturbated.
When he finally feels comfortable enough to have sex with you, the two of you start off real slow. Baby steps. Strictly hand stuff so you can get acquainted with each other’s bodies.
Now, it has been a very long time for Genji. First he just hated his body and refused himself any pleasure, then, he was a little intimidated of jerking off with his metal hands and he was just so caught up in what life had to give he just never had the opportunity. He tells you this and an idea strikes.
You give him his hand job, but you stimulate his prostate as you do so. You’re sure he was pretty pent up and you wanted to milk him dry.
His first orgasm comes pretty quick, but good lord does he cum a lot. Continuous, thick spurts of cum shoot from his cock and his orgasm lasts longer than the both of you expected. He is an absolute mess by the end of it and you couldn’t be prouder of your handy work. (heheh)
You’re kind enough to let him rest, but once he’s ready, you’re gonna milk him some more. You know that can’t be it.
Imagine you’re listening to a nsfw audio with some extra moany boys. Genji, the little shit and also your boyfriend, unplugs your headset and asks “hahah what are you listening to??” And he just hears a really obscene boy moaning and you’re both very embarrassed.
But from then on, you notice Genji gets far more vocal during sex and has no problem moaning like a whore to please you. (And also bug the neighbors because, again, he is a little shit at heart.)
This would be such a classic comedy moment. Hanzo/Genji is giving it to you hard, you’re moaning and crying out, and all the sudden there’s a dragon in the middle trying to fight its own master off of you. Makes Hanzo/Genji wonder who the dragons are really loyal too.
Genji stood in your room like a black and red demon about to haunt you. It actually wasn’t as bad as it looked. He had permission to be there. You were snoozing again. Honestly, that’s how he preferred you. Silent. That’s how he preferred anyone, lately. He liked you just fine; he just didn’t want to talk right now.
In his metal hand, he held a bag of konpeito. Genji wanted to repay you for being a good friend to him. Konpeito had good memories for him. His mother used to give them to Hanzo every once in a while to make him smile. That started his weakness for sweets, Genji supposed. He liked konpeito, just not as much as Hanzo did. Genji hoped you smiled like Hanzo when you found the bag.
Genji was trying to decide where to leave the candy, and he didn’t notice that his nervousness made his cybernetic hand slowly ball into a fist. The bag exploded, whole and crushed pieces of the candy raining all over the floor. Damn! He just knew he shouldn’t have bothered. Genji scanned the floor, trying to decide what to do next. How silly he would look, trying to clean up the mess if you woke up soon. And how foolish.
Ahhhh, fuck! He got so frustrated, he left.
“Genji…?” He heard as he was a few steps from your room. Bah, he could find you later. Then, “OW!! …WHAT THE FUCK?!”
He ducked his head, turning red. He left you the candies to step on. He picked up the pace, half-jogging down the hallway.
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