just a snippet of something I’ve been thinking of this morning after some talks on discord yesterday^^ sorry for the abrupt ending… I have so much else to work on

Mondatta had told Zenyatta, patient and with an air of total serenity, that he still had much to learn about the humans. Zenyatta had never truly understood until he’d seen Genji crawl towards him, tongue lolling and eyes squinted from a deep ache.

He had known, logically, how much humans needed the intimate interaction with each other; how they came to crave it; but knowing it as just so much more data that he’d been programmed with and seeing it – Genji tilting his head into Zenyatta’s palm and letting him coax his mouth open so his metal thumb could trace the sharper outlines of his teeth…

For the first time, Zenyatta had understood that Genji was an Alpha. A fairly docile one, as far as he could tell; purring and affectionate, rolling onto his back and showing off the fat line of his scarred cock.

Zenyatta did not have much to interface, back then, but he still had his hands, shaped ergonomically and designed not to pinch parts of fragile humans – be it their digits, or, apparently, an engorged cock thrust into the slippery tunnel he creates.

He’s not any of the humans’ genders, but Genji does not seem to mind it any. He still postures for him and shows off his sharp teeth and lovingly bites at the thick cords running half-hidden along Zenyatta’s neck while Zenyatta squeezes carefully the swelling knot at the base of his cock.

4th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

Genyatta + Blackwatch!McCree – Rough sex (but no rape); double teaming/spit roasting; breath play; fucking without lube

Zenyatta is agile and pliant, and while he might be able to easily slip out of either Genji’s or Jesse’s grasp, when confronted with both of the same time he definitely has to scramble to not get caught.

His expression, usually placid, looks uncharacteristically hilarious as his eyebrows are pulled up, plush mouth a constant little ‘o’ of surprise. With both of them getting at him at the same time he can’t perform his fancy little tricks of using their own weight against them to throw them to the mat – and sooner or later his luck just has to run out.

McCree’s big hand curls around his upper arm when Zenyatta’s attention is on Genji, and that’s it: he gets whirled around and slammed to the ground, Jesse’s knee digging harsh into his spine while he twists his arm up behind his back, the other hand on the side of Zenyatta’s face to mash his head into the floor of the boxring.

“Y’ lost,” he rasps, grin wild and a bit insane looking. He’s waited for this moment. They both have. Genji is close, brimming suddenly with energy after his stamina had been whittled down just as much as McCree’s.

“So… So it seems,” Zenyatta gasps, back straining, trying to alleviate the pain in his shoulder as Jesse keeps him firmly pinned.

“I believe you owe us a little somethin’ somethin’.”

“Yes… I remember. If you would just-”

“Ah ah ah… none a’ that. Not gonna let you go until the second you got one of our cocks in you. Ye’r not gonna do your little vanishing trick.”

He digs his knee in a little deeper, and Zenyatta grunts in pain, but there is a definite little grin playing on his mouth.


They wrestle him towards the edge of the training arena and change places with nervous energy; like Zenyatta could just vanish in a puff of smoke if they don’t have their hands on him at all times.

It is risky doing this here, in a public training room of Blackwatch, but they don’t think they could have stopped even if Commander Reyes himself walked in. The price is too good not to immediately have.

They probably hurt Zenyatta as they arrange him around, but he does not protest. His loose pants are tenting at the crotch, cock bouncing out and slapping against his soft, concave belly when Genji rips them down to get at the goods.

They use him like boys would use their little toys: rough and without any thought of the consequences if they broke them.

McCree has it easier than him: He does not need to worry about preparation. Zenyatta’s head is dangling off the edge of the arena and McCree’s legs are long enough to comfortably have his throat.

Genji pauses in spitting into his hand to watch as Zenyatta’s throat bulges visibly around the fat cock, lovely brown skin flushing an alarming shade of red as Jesse hunches over and ruts into him, one arm clutching at the corner pole of the ring. His eyes are wide, crazed looking, and Genji would almost be worried if he wasn’t about to raw Zenyatta with nothing but spit easing the way – or not easing it, as is.

He uses it to calm his own conscience; knows, in fact, that it doesn’t do shit when he starts fucking the bulbous head of his dick inside the tender little clench of Zenyatta’s anus – but he just can’t help it.

Not when Zenyatta gurgles around McCree’s cock, his thin, hairless chest flushing as red as his bulging throat as he gets double teamed and spit roasted on dick. Maybe the lack of air is dulling the pain of Genji force-fucking his way into him; curling Zenyatta’s lower body up so he can better mate-press the young man into the dirty ground of the boxring.

Or maybe Zenyatta is just that much of a freak and loves the pain. Loves getting rawed and used unconditionally by the two men he’s been teasing for weeks and months.

His cock – as lovely and slender as the rest of him – is wet at the tip, at least. His insides, as silky and hot as Genji had thought they’d be, clenching and squeezing around him like a well-trained whore. Hugging his cock.

McCree is about as red-faced as Zenyatta, scruffy cheeks puffing out. He looks a bit panicked; like he’s about to come and desperately tries not to.

Genji grins at him wide.

“I can take him if you need to tap out already.”

McCree looks at him with a crazy glint in his eye, and Genji thinks he can hear the grind of his teeth as he forcibly drags himself back from the precipice.

“No fucking way, Shimada.”

Genyatta for my bae

@robotfvckers asked be for Alpha!Genji getting edged by Omega!Zenyatta and I could never refuse her Q.Q

When Genji had entered the club, he’d been surrounded by a gaggle of Omegas, crowding tightly around him and making him pleasantly dizzy with their sweet, perfume-like pheromones.

When he left a few hours later, he was only accompanied by one Omega that he’s met at the club itself: an intriguing slim young man with a plump little mouth and beautiful, dark eyes.

There’s something about the way he smiles that makes Genji’s heart pump faster – a gentle upturn of the corners of his mouth; gentle, calm. Docile. Watching Genji with patience and an irrefutable air of superiority that is as amusing as it is curious.

“Where do you want to take this, beautiful?” he’d purred, finger curled beneath the Omega’s smooth chin. Not even the shadow of a beard. The Omega hadn’t pulled away; let himself get gently caged against a wall, his slim chest rising and falling slow and even against Genji.

“My place.”

Genji has to admit – if only to himself – that the decision had surprised and maybe a bit unnerved him. This wasn’t how things usually went, but he’s a good sport about it. Some Omegas were just skittish like that. Wanted familiar surroundings when they got mounted and deep dicked by a prime Alpha specimen like him.

The Omega’s living arrangements are simple and small, but they smell like he’s been rubbing his pretty body all over the place, scenting it until Genji’s cock sits up at attention just by walking into the space.

He can’t see much – it is pretty dark – but that’s not of importance when he can push the young man against a wall and grind at his ass; small and round and as plump as his lips.

The Omega arches mildly. Pushes into the contact. And when Genji’s hand slips beneath his sensible little shirt, big hand cupping the smooth, soft plane of his lower abdomen, he suddenly murmurs: “What’s your name, stranger?”

Genji pauses with his chin on the Omega’s shoulder, warm breath puffing against his ear. His cock is hard; the head becoming wet as it pushes out from beneath the elastic of his underwear, and this time when he grinds forward, there is a long, gratuitous glide of his cock along the cleft of the Omega’s ass.

He shuffles his feet farther apart, the edge of his hand digging into the Omega’s skin just above his crotch, urging him to slide his ass bag farther; to lower his upper body more. To give him more play to fuck against his ass.

The Omega grunts softly – a sound that makes his cock even wetter at the tip – but does not follow along with the gentle urging.

“Your name,” he says a bit breathily, and Genji starts chewing at the collar of the Omega’s shirt because that’s the only option to testing them out on that gorgeous, brown neck.

“Genji…” he murmurs, and the Omega stretches at that, then turns around – taking his pretty little ass away from Genji who frowns, big hands falling on his hips to pull him at least closer for a kiss.

The Omega’s hand slips up, fingers pressing against Genji’s mouth to keep their lips apart, then says serenely: “My name is Zenyatta.”

He looks expectantly at Genji, and Genji stares back dumbfounded, cock so very hard for this peculiar Omega. Zenyatta.

“O… okay,” he finally gets out, and Zenyatta smiles his enigmatic little smile, then reaches down unexpectedly and cups Genji through his pants. His long fingers curl down and around his balls, the heel of his hand pressing gentle but firm against that tender place where Genji’s knot would swell.

He grunts, pushes into the touch, tears springing to his eyes when that makes the pressure against his burgeoning knot a bit too sharp for comfort.

“I would like to play with you, Genji,” Zenyatta tells him. His voice is hypnotic; deeper than Genji would have assumed for such a slim fellow, but as smooth as everything else on the Omega. On Zenyatta.

His name is Zenyatta.

“Yeah… Hell yeah,” he murmurs against the fingers still pressed to his mouth and quickly ducks away from them to press little coaxing kisses against Zenyatta’s plush lips. Zenyatta hums and lets him, then uses the just-this-side-of-kind pressure against his knot to push him a bit farther away again.

“Would you allow me to tie you? I think that could be… very pleasurable for the both of us.”

Genji blinks at him, staring at those dark eyes; their slant making Zenyatta look like just about the sweetest Omega Genji has ever met – then the request really registers and a slow grin spreads on his face, fingers curling beneath Zenyatta’s chin, gently scratching the silky skin there.

“Oh babe,” he purrs deep in is chest; an Alpha trying to soothe a skittish Omega. “You’re a bit shy, hm? Don’t worry. I wouldn’t harm a single hair on your body.”

Zenyatta, being bald, lifts his eyebrows and keeps smiling at him – though this time it looks decidedly more amused by Genji.

“Is that so?”

He guides Genji backwards until the Alpha can feel something hit the back of his knees. He sits on the chair and has to look up at the Omega who drags gentle fingers across his cheek, then through his thick hair, grabbing at it.

“Would you like to play?”

Genji’s cock pulses, the tip wetting against his quivering, tight stomach.

“Everything for you, precious. Just make yourself comfortable.”

“MMhh I will.”


Zenyatta’s ropes are soft but unforgiving, and no matter how much Genji rips on them, muscles bulging and weight thrown around in the throes of passion, they do not let him escape any of Zenyatta’s ministrations.

The Omega is taking his time working him up, and he feels like sooner or later the tears of overstimulation pricking at the corners of his eyes will fall.

His chest is heaving, burning like he’s run too much, and all he can do is stare down at the devious little Omega kneeling between his spread thighs and playing with his cock.

Zenyatta is glancing up at him while he drags his slick little tongue along the painfully swollen knot he’s coaxed out of Genji some half an hour ago. He still can’t fucking believe it happened in the first place.

He’s never knotted outside of a toy or a warm, squirmy Omega, and feeling it out in the open is alien and a bit scary.

He’s also never knotted without coming a few seconds later, but Zenyatta’s gentle, cruel hands have taken care of that as well.

One hand is constantly curled around his balls; for now gently cradling the sac, thumb idly stroking across the warm, silky skin, but ready to become mean if his orgasm is fast approaching and he can’t hold himself back.

Zenyatta’s pupils are blown wide. He looks drunk on the Alpha’s scent – the only concession to Genji’s pride as he proceeded to nuzzle through the thick, groomed pubes the second he’s gotten Genji’s pants down.

As Genji watches, his other hand slides over. Curls around his knot gently – and Genji gasps in a mighty, wet gulp of air.

“N-No…” he murmurs, knowing full well what is going to come (not him) but still lifting his hips as much into the touch as the ropes allow.

Zenyatta leans his head against one thick, muscular thigh, trembling like a skittish colt’s.

“Do you want me to untie you?” he asks earnestly with that deep, gentle voice, and Genji contorts his face, chest so very tight as everything in him is so very confused and turned on.

He wants to push Zenyatta down; mount him like he’s done with countless other Omegas. It is weird to be at his mercy. A bit scary.

But also very hot.

“No…” he admits after a beat of silence and Zenyatta gives him another of those enigmatic little smiles, his cheeks dark with a flush. Not unaffected. Not by a long shot. Genji can smell his desperate arousal, floral and spicy, but he can’t do a thing about it.

Zenyatta’s hand closes around his knot. It is wet with lubricant, warm and soft, and Genji whines long and drawn out, head falling back into his neck, sweat springing up along his hairline and under his arms.

God, but it feels like a warm little Omega cunt like this. He whimpers, hips fucking up in forceful half-thrusts, the rest of his cock so very cool compared to the tight grip on his knot – and then every touch suddenly leaves him: not only the warm, consistent pressure against his knot, but also the clever fingers on his balls, leaving him to desperately, painfully scramble back from the edge of orgasm.

He whines, chest pumping, heart thumping quick enough that he thinks he might be on the verge of a heart attack.

His cock is so sensitive.

Even the air hurts.

“You’re doing well” Zenyatta’s gentle voice floats to him from somewhere. “You’re learning quickly.”

Genji stares numbly at the ceiling, still trying to come to terms that he made himself come back from orgasm, when he hears the gentle scratch of a zipper. Seconds later, the warm scent of Zenyatta’s arousal curls around his nose and makes his mouth water on command.

His cock jerks so hard it hurts, and for a breathless second he thinks he might come just from the thick scent of slick. Thick enough that he can taste it in the back of his mouth.

And then Zenyatta is in his lap, not even goddamn naked, just with his pants pulled down far enough to give Genji a good look at his long, slim cock as he grinds his ass against the Alpha’s cock, getting his sticky slick everywhere.

Drenching Genji’s poor dick in it.

“God, yes,” Genji gasps, head falling back. “Finally. Fuck. Took you long enough. C’mon baby, let me feel that sweet little snatch of yours…”

Zenyatta leans forward, plump little mouth at Genji’s throat. He is grinning – grinning, the little minx, and testing his white little teeth against the Alpha’s skin, making his blood boil as he lowers himself. Just a bit. Just enough to have the tip of Genji’s dick warm and secure in the silky buttery-soft space he’s been withholding the whole time.

They groan in unison and Genji feels like he’s about to pop an artery when Zenyatta sighs with a dreamy sort of serenity: “You feel very good.”

“The rest of me would feel even better, baby,” he says through grit teeth, belly fluttering as he tries to somehow breathe through the immense pleasure when Zenyatta bears down on the pulsing tip of his poor dick and hums.

“I like it just like this, though. You won’t get me messy, will you?”

Zenyatta leans up, then, his dark eyes on Genji’s sweat drenched face. Genji is sure he must look terribly unappealing right now, but the Omega does not seem to mind. All he does is stroke reverent slim hands along Genji’s slick, hard chest, thumbs at his nipples; dragging across them until Genji arches helplessly, a whine stuck in his throat.

Zenyatta follows the movement, not letting the Alpha fuck deeper into him – and when Genji gurgles something incoherent, he pulls off entirely and rubs his smooth cheek against Genji’s.

“Calm, now. Calm.”

Genji sobs openly as he claws his way back from the brink of orgasm again. He is sure his cock must be a violent shade of dark red by now. His balls feel big as fucking grapefruits and painfully tender.

Zenyatta is calm and blessedly cool on him, and Genji wishes he’d at the very least gotten naked so he could ogle him some.

The Omega trills gently at him, placating him somewhat as he lowers himself again and lets the pulsing, dribbling tip of his cock slip back into that warm, soft space.

“If you can manage to hold off until I give you the permission,” he whispers, mouth directly against Genji’s ear, “I’ll let you pump everything over my crotch.”

Genji clenches his eyes shut, a single pathetic tear rolling down into he hair at his temple as he lets his head fall back, arms fruitlessly struggling against the ropes – then he slumps, his agitation making place for a weird sort of calm as he rides the antsy waves of orgasm looming just there.

He nods, and sniffles, and Zenyatta’s cool, calm hands flutter along his face and shoulders and torso; rubbing and petting and gentling him down.

“Wonderful. You are such a good student.”

The Koi and the Sparrow


Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Young!Genji/Siren!Zenyatta (merzen)
Warnings: nsfw, teratophilia, power imbalance (Zen is his pet, though honestly he’s more like Zenyatta’s pet >:)) minor group sex mention, minor voyeurism, heat cycles, frottage, gentle pining/angst, brief doomyatta, moiyatta, and meiyatta if you squint, minor breeding contract negotiations
Notes: Zenyatta has human-level sentience in case anyone wants to know, something I’d like to explore if I ever write a sequel!


Day 4// (Temptation/Fall) (Revenge/Forgiveness) (Emotion/Reaction)


Not By the Book


Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Weredragon!Genji/Zenyatta
Warnings: rough sex, heat cycles, PIV, valveplug, teratophilia, Genji is mostly dragon in this, restraints, knotting
Notes: A ko-fi commission for @mcboofartsies​. Thank you so much!!

It was difficult for them, at first. Genji grew so large when he changed, his serpentine body many times longer than Zenyatta’s height, thick and muscular beneath rows of gleaming, viridian scales. Weredragons are rare beasts, and their secrets are kept within families. Formidable as allies, deadly as lovers, Genji had told him, requiring partners of equal strength. Traditionally, it meant other changers, and though there is much to be gained from historical knowledge, Zenyatta will not let it dictate the future.

Early in his heat, Genji collects pillows, chuckling as he rearranges the bedroom, knowing what is to come. The next day, Zenyatta secures him in the rig they constructed between cycles, testing its strength, making sure that in the deepest, most mindless part of Genji’s heat he will not be able to harm him.


Genyatta Just The Tip that I promised ~~~ @robotfvckers @mujaween

“M-Master…” Genji sounds overwhelmed, mumbling against Zenyatta’s back and fogging up the gleaming chrome with his moist breath. He’s found out about the tender little space his Master had hidden a couple days ago but he still seems at a loss for words.

Zenyatta can feel his fingertips trembling as they skirt the metallic edge of his maintenance orifice, uncharacteristically shy as they don’t quite dare to dip in and rub against the smooth silicone that lines it; thick enough to produce a tight, stout channel originally designed to keep the highly sensitive plug secure that had to be connected to the port hidden behind, but now the unending source of Genji’s (happy) misery.

“So soft,” his student whispers, and Zenyatta can feel him shift minutely, receptors registering the warmth of his cheek as he turns his head and presses it against Zenyatta’s shoulder blade.

His posterior orifice is not as sensitive as his valve – by far not as sensitive – yet Genji’s skilled fingers feel nice rounding the very edges again and again, hypnotically and soothing. Comforting, almost – enough so that Zenyatta feels a vague flush of shame at how swollen his valve had become, inner workings producing slick that has started to drip in long, thin strings of teal towards the ground from the plush swell of his folds.

There is no urgency in their coupling, and Zenyatta thrives on it; focusing on the gentle crest of feedback as Genji’s clever fingers leave his maintenance orifice for a moment to slide through the mess of his folds and scoop up the oily slick there.

He uses it to tease deeper into the tight channel, coaxing the silicone to retreat for the wriggling digits carefully, nervously slipping in deeper – and Zenyatta is unprepared for the sudden frizz of feeling as Genji’s fingertip bumps into the sensitive socket all too soon.

Zenyatta’s back arches, voice glitching as he cries out softly, valve pulsing warm and insistent beneath what his body deems the wrong orifice, systems confused as to why Genji is not paying attention to the swollen folds and fat, glowing node sitting at their apex.

“G-Genji,” he hums, hands shaking mildly as he pushes against the slick floor, looking for purchase. “C-Careful.”

“Master Zenyatta,” Genji whispers, fingers still scissoring deep, the tips flirting around the painfully sensitive plug, more careful now. “You’re so tight back here… there is not much room at all…”

Zenyatta’s fans kick on as his body’s temperature spikes suddenly, his silicone cock emerging from its hiding space with an embarrassingly wet suction sound.

“Genji… please,” Zenyatta murmurs, voice fraying. Every time Genji’s curious digit scrapes against the plug, the a jolt of near painful feedback zips up Zenyatta’s spinal column, sending the readings in his visual quick and merciless into the reds.

“I can’t believe you have this,” Genji whispers breathless, fingers slipping out with a wet slide before he shuffles forwards and a new intrusion spreads Zenyatta wide, makes him hiccup and his gold chin clank noisily against the floor as he jerks, knees spreading wider uselessly as if that would make it easier to spread for the swollen tip of Genji’s cock.

“Keep still, Master…” Genji’s voice sounds so strained, almost whiney; on the verge of tears just from trying to squeeze the tip of his cock into Zenyatta’s swollen passage, the thick silicone walls unwilling to spread more than what their intended use allows.

One of Zenyatta’s hands travels down, shivering, jerking as his processes start glitching out. His valve is searingly hot to the touch, probably steaming subtly as everything gets rerouted to his pleasure centers, protocols still tripping over each other as they try to figure out why Genji is using the wrong orifice – why he is so determined to try and squeeze his cock where it has no right to be, and Zenyatta hiccups out little static noises, silicone cock straining, valve dripping profusely as Genji grunts above him, working his hips, trying with insufferable patience to cram his cock into-

“There,” he rasps, “I think… I think that’s as far as I can go.” He barks out a laugh, sounding a little hysteric as his hips jerk and his tip slips a bit deeper… just that bit that makes it press up against Zenyatta’s inner plug and have bright lights dance in his vision, a long warbling sound of static and feedback singing from his voicebox, cock bobbing eagerly and the node at the top of his valve flashing-

“Just the tip.. fuck, I can only fit the tip inside,” Genji whimpers, decidedly teary now, hips shimmying back and forth to move the head of his cock in the tight squeeze of Zenyatta’s maintenance orifice.

Zenyatta offlines. He doesn’t know for how long – figures that it must have been only seconds because Genji is still panting, still whining above him as he tries to get off with the tip of his cock nestled inside the impossibly tight space.

Zenyatta wants to tell him to pull out; to change orifices and pound the dripping, swollen mess of his valve before he short circuits completely, but his voice box is frayed and his body’s processes are so very confused; directing every single input into the throbbing, unrelenting river of pleasure coursing along Zenyatta’s nodes.

When Genji pulls out, his cum splashing in cooling, sticky ropes against Zenyatta’s overheating frame, it is enough to make him come again; valve squirting loud and noisy, filthy sounds as slick drips from his folds and splashes onto the ground.

Genji has to be talking – he always is; so self-satisfied when he can find a new way to make his Master debase himself – but all Zenyatta hears is static, vision flickering and body jerking as pleasure ricochets through his body, inner plug seemingly throbbing with pleasure-pain even though it is impossible for it to do so.

“I can make you come on just the tip of my cock, Master,” Genji whispers, suddenly blanketing him, cheek pressed against the side of Zenyatta’s faceplate. He sounds so in awe; so satisfied-

“I’ve n-n-never doubted it, my S-S-Student,” Zenyatta manages to murmur, voice fraying at the edges and body almost reluctantly starting to cool down.

sooooo…. dragon-hybrid Genji breeding human Zenyatta up and beanpole Zen having a big round belly? please? pregnant sex????????????


Warnings: consensual somno (but consent is not mentioned), trans Zenyatta, PIV, masculine terms used for Zen’s genitals, knotting, monster cock, pregnant sex

He shivers into consciousness, bleary-eyed and confused. The sheets beneath him are damp and too warm, the blankets tossed off in his sleep. His confusion lasts only a moment as the heat swells in his gut, and he clenches his thighs against it. Zenyatta realizes sweat isn’t the only thing staining the sheets.

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:3c a gift to @robotfvckers … a sequel to their hot af fic you can find here

Gabriel can feel the sweat sliding down his throat. It itches but he is too disciplined to reach up and wipe at it – he merely looks on, impassive, hands folded behind his back, feet planted a precise shoulder width apart. He is quiet and unobtrusive, guarding the door and watching his boss fuck the little dancing monk.

It would be hypnotic; the clench and release of his ass between the smooth, brown thighs as he fucks him – if not for the soft, breathy moans accompanying his young Master’s ministrations, ensuring that Gabriel could not possibly zone out; couldn’t do anything but listen with rapt attention, cock pulsing in his trousers, sweat slowly beading on his forehead and sliding down his temples.

The monk is bound with silk; Gabriel had been very careful as he pulled him out of the fray of the other dancers – he should not be hurt by the bite of rough rope.

As is, he wonders if they would have needed the restrictions in the first place. He stares at the long, thin legs of the dancer – ungainly sprawled to both sides of his young Master’s hips, toes curling and smooth thighs clenching with every inward thrust, smooth and deep and coaxing out those delightful little noises.

He watches, transfixed, as the monk starts reciprocating; lifting his hips in shivery small jumps, hiccuping out needy groans behind the silky gag Gabriel had forced between his white little teeth.

Who would have thought what a little bombshell the young monk would be? Needing to get held down as his young Master comes, hands grasping a little desperately at the monk’s slim hips until he can hold him down and make him stay still as Genji rut in deep, humping, emptying himself with a low guttural groan; needing what undoubtedly was the warm, silky-wet clutch of the monk’s insides to steadily hug his cock as he filled him – Gabriel could see the pulse of his cock even from his position; the almost laborious swell and contraction of it.

His own cock is sensitive and swollen, tenting his pants obscenely – still, his face is impassive as his Master rolls from his little conquest and flops down next to him, idly glancing over to his bodyguard.

Gabriel’s eyes flick towards him for a second, shielded by the dark of his sunglasses, and then back to the monk who is lying there, breathing heavily, his slim chest with dark, small nipples rising and falling in big gulps as he is sprawled and sweaty, long slim cock dark with blood and painfully hard looking.

As Gabriel watches, a dribble of cum oozes from between his cheeks, sliding along the inner curve of his ass – and it mesmerizes him enough that his young Master has to repeat his question, mouth stretched into a broad satisfied grin.

“…You want a piece of that?”


Gabriel does.

He does want a piece of that.

His boss is a nice enough guy; for the spoiled son of a yakuza crime lord – but he’s never asked Gabriel if he wants a taste of the little sluts he pulls into his bed. Never asked if he wants to test drive one of them after he’s fucked them and left them pretty much bloated with cum.

Not that Gabriel has ever particularly wanted to get his dick into one of them. They were all pretty enough; gorgeous and exotic and just about interesting enough to pull his boss’s attention for a night.

This one, however…

He is loosening his tie marginally as he walks closer, eyes intent, peering over the rim of his glasses and watching as Genji pulls on the monk’s jutting hip, his facial expression impishly gleeful as he rolls him onto his front.

The monk grunts as his cock gets squished between his shivery belly and the mattress but he looks to be too uncoordinated to do anything about it.

What he does is flop uselessly: his long slim legs feebly kicking out, his plump ass – seemingly the only thing on his body that had any fat to speak of – jiggling for his captors’ viewing pleasure.

Genji cackles and grabs the soft cheeks roughly; kneads them first, then pulls them open, and Gabriel pulls in a sharp breath, hands dropping to his pants, eyes intent on the swollen, raw looking gape of the monk’s hole. It is messy; cum dribbling out even as his boss tries to push it back with rough fingers, making the monk whine and shudder under their watchful, heated gazes.

Gabriel doesn’t get naked. It is enough to have his cock out and his throat no longer restricted by the sharp knot of the tie. He is, if he is honest, a little nervous that his boss might think better of it. That the glazed-over stare he has on the monk’s little fucked out cunt means he is rearing up for a second round and will snatch it away right in front of Gabriel’s nose.

So he is a bit over eager as he grabs the dancer’s thin ankles and drags him close with a rough tug. They feel dainty in his large hands. It gets his blood boiling.

The monk groans at the treatment, his high cheekbones dark with a flush, eyes peeking back at both of them over his shoulder.

He doesn’t look afraid.

Gabriel wonders if that would have changed if he had been able to see his dick; obscenely swollen with blood. Thick and dark and looking like a weapon.

As is, he doesn’t have a clue what he’s in for.

His ass is as supple and squishy as it looks. It dimples eagerly beneath his grasping hands and feels like silk.

Gabriel can’t get enough of the brown of his skin; the sight of him naked and vulnerable before them when they both couldn’t have been assed to fully undress.

His hole is a goddamn mess; sticky and used-up and almost uncomfortably warm after getting reamed by his boss – but that makes the experience only better.

He is loose enough not to need any preparation; loose enough that he tilts his head forward and rests his forehead against the bedding when Gabriel nudges the tip inside.

He sighs and wriggles. He seems to think that is all; that he’ll get filled comfortably once more; will get fucked with the same rabbit thrusts that have warmed his belly up earlier.

Gabriel still has one hand around his ankle, making him bend his leg to the side, giving himself enough room to navigate. He is quiet, not speaking a word as he starts to slowly fuck inside. Let the little dancer realize his error on his own.

His boss is lounging to the side, fingers around his half-hard cock, still sticky from the dancer’s greedy insides, and they both can see the exact moment when he realizes-

His head shoots up.

He squirms.

He doesn’t look as comfortable anymore as Gabriel inches his way inside, the bulk of his cock starting to stretch him more and more. He looks uncomfortable, sweat springing up on his forehead as he glances back again, eyes wide, little sounds of near-distress spilling from his throat.

With his arms bound and one of his ankles still held firmly, there is little he can do about this. He capitulates laughably easy; the quivering grip of his insides slackens. He feels feverishly hot and swollen around Gabriel’s cock, probably from the reaming he’s had already, but even so, he is tight and welcoming around the fatter dick.

It squelches when he fucks in slow, even thrusts, cum frothing around his dick and sticking tacky in his pubes – and he never would have thought he would be into fucking the sloppy cunt of one of his boss’ whores, while his boss is watching him, nonetheless… but he kind of likes it.

Likes it a lot.

The dancer is responsive and sensitive, whining into his gag as he gets fucked slow and intimate, his ass having to stretch around a new girth and taking to it admirably. Gabriel has half a mind to push one hand beneath him and grab at his cock; give him a nice tight tunnel to fuck his slim pretty dick into, but something halts him before he can do so.

He listens to the low hiccups; the nasty squelch of his boss’ cum around his dick, and thinks that he doesn’t want to destroy the moment so soon. The dancer sounds mesmerizing in his desperation, ass clenching hot around him, quivering, milking; unconsciously perfect to take dick – and he doesn’t want him to stop too soon; have him think he can stop his desperate, clumsy little efforts and just melt into the bedding in a post-coital stupor.

His boss seems to be on the same page; because when Gabriel glances over, nostrils flaring, mouth pressed into a tight line as he fucks, Genji is grinning broad and mean, cock on its best way to be ready for another round…

And he wonders how long they can keep this up; fuck the little slut and warm his belly up with load after load, rubbing against the sensitive, overeager swell of his prostate and refusing to lend him a hand and let him come like he so obviously needs.

He wonders if he, too, will be allowed a second round; because he wants to fuck him on his back; hold his legs up and apart so his long, graceful dancer feet bounce in the air as he’s getting fucked like a cheap one-dollar-whore. He wants to be able to get at those meager little tits and bite at his tiny nipples until he is crying.

He wants to ruin the little dancer with the perfect cunt.

“Why don’t you pick out your favorite toy so we can get started.” Maybe genyatta??? Or any other ship you can think of

Zenyatta hesitates, eyes flinching to the side where Genji has laid out all their toys on the bed – then smiles brightly, eyes almost closing; looking like a lucky cat for all intents and purposes – and crawls over while Genji is still reeling from the sight, biting his knuckle, and wondering once more how he could have convinced someone like Zenyatta to stay with him, instead of being just one of his many meaningless one-night-stands.

He watches as the monk crawls, his lovely brown skin shimmering silkily in the sun streaming into the room, his pretty cock and balls swinging between his slim, bare thighs.

He’s not as curvaceous as Genji normally likes them – in fact, he has no curves at all other than the shaved roundness of his head – but still Genji is infatuated with him. With his way to talk and move… like he is moving now; crawling with a strange sort of grace as he makes his way over to the bed and peruses the items from up close.

His face becomes darker with an eager flush. Genji has yet to find something that would make his submissive squirm in embarrassment. As sweet as Zenyatta is, the depths of his depravity seemed to know no bound.

Finally, he takes a hold of one of the toys – the anal beads – and makes his way back to his Dominant; head held high and his choice swinging left and right from his mouth, the golden silicone beads gently knocking together.

He looks so proud of himself, Genji can’t help but frame his face between his hands when he is back in reach, pressing little moist kisses against the dots on his forehead.

“You’re such a good boy,” he tells him, kisses wandering farther down until he presses them all over Zenyatta’s soft, occupied mouth.

The monk’s eager flush travels down, dusting his shoulders and the top of his flat chest; small dark nipples going hard from the praise.

“Can’t wait to stuff you full with them,” Genji groans when he pulls back, tugging Zenyatta’s choice toy from between his teeth.