When you had to try and get away with everything and not get caught, you learn to think several steps ahead and make strategies. Also, when you sneak in and out you have to learn which guards are reasonable, which were not, and when they will be where.
"I always have a plan." He said, feeling her shift off the counter more, her toes keeping her balanced and up. Her sweater bunched up and exposing purple (of course they were) panties.
It made Genji smirk, a lopsided wild smirk. So she was willing to push this huh? There was a small part of him that expected her to laugh about it and walk off. A tease. The fact that she let his hands wander up her thighs still kept that smile on his face. He'd had a damn good night as it was but no one to take home. Maybe fate said he had someone waiting to play.
He'd practically dragged his hands down her body as he sank to a knee. "Eight minutes isn't long, but I'm pretty good with my mouth." He said it looking up to her, feeling her run a hand into his green hair. A soft humm of a pleased tone as he felt her fingers drift over his scalp. He leaned in to nip at her thigh, just softly, nuzzling his nose and lips over her soft skin. His left hand pressed at her other thigh, slinging up it to barely brush a finger over the soft purple fabric. "Cute."
An orphan, a child of war and the streets of Dorado - Sombra feared nothing, not even when she should. The Shimadas were mostly outdated, relics even by the standards of their staunchly traditionalist homeland.
Her movement makes him grin, makes him wild and she can feel her pulse quicken at the way he runs his hands down her body. There aren't a lot of guys like him back home, all courage and dignified and a little bit of cabron to even the mix out. It makes her wonder about him, about why he's so different than his brother.
Genji boasts again and while she smiles, she watches him. Seven minutes, forty-five seconds and she's letting out a far harsher pant at the feeling of his teeth, trembling at the feeling of his lips and nose on her thigh.
"I try." She bites her lip again, a little harder as his touch brushes over her underwear.
The Shimadas were a bit behind in the times, at least from his POV. They still held strong ties to things, enough to keep them respectable, but he had no interest in any of it. Hanzo, the eldest? He had to take interest. Perhaps that was all it took to separate him from his own brother. They both had 'honor' beaten into them, but only Hanzo had to follow it, in the end.
Though, honestly, the amount of trouble he'd get in for being here, in the kitchen, his face between the legs of a beautiful foreigner and employee of the house? Yeah, it might be a bit much later. Again, better to beg forgiveness, right?
it would only be slightly less trouble if he hauled her off to one of their rooms, really.
Another nip to her thigh, higher up now, and he could look up from this point, right up her black clad body and smile. His finger trailed over the triangle of purple covering her, almost petting the fabric as dark eyes focused on her face a moment... before he leaned in to let his tongue pointedly press in instead. If she saw, she might have seen a small green ball piercing in the center of his tongue, and if she didn't look? She'd feel it. His tongue rubbing over the fabric at first, teasing.
"That sweater is so revealing. It's a wonder you even need these." He said, and daringly leaned in firmly, nipping at the fabric to pull on it.
Well, if you'd told Sombra that she'd meet her match in younger son of a Japanese mob lord, she would have laughed in your face. Still, here she is breathing heavy and leaned on a kitchen counter while said younger son took his sweet time having his way with her.
No wonder the girls here talk about their boyfriends and their sempais in such sappy voices.
He pets the fabric again, just shy of touching anything interesting and she finds her mind reeling to keep track of the seconds. The second nip to her thigh makes it hard to breathe for a moment, drawing a low groan. He looks up at her and Sombra can feel her heart stop for a moment as he opens his mouth and leans in.
The boys she fools around with back home don't watch her so closely and they sure as hell don't work so hard to tease her. They don't have piercings to press against her clit either and suddenly, with a buck of her hips, she realizes these are all things that are sorely needed back home.
"If I knew you were awake I wouldn't have worn them."
It's half-a-lie. She wouldn't have done something so inappropriate in a common area like the kitchen. Walking to his room, however is an entirely different story.
Right. His room. How much time did they have?
Sombra ...squeaks when he nips at the fabric, sighing and giving Genji a look that borders on fondness. She gently draws her nails over his scalp, while she summons a dim vidpanel that starts counting down from seven minutes with her free hand. She promptly goes back to bracing against the counter, tightening her grip on his hair.
"Seven minutes..." She manages, weakly as she looks to the doorway of the kitchen.
There was a reason that talk of the younger Shimada was always so good... when you talked to the right people. If you were talking to the clan itself, the topic wasn't so good, but in Genji's mind that means he was doing something right. Rebel a bit and still manage to keep his place.
He was also of the opinion that if a woman was looking at you with that kind of fondness in her eye, he must be doing something good. Foreplay, teasing and stringing someone along for a while were all good and fun in his book. And if he could push his partner to an edge, it's a win for him.
Like right now, the way she braced at the counter, or how her hips bucked to his mouth like that, he couldn't help but smile. Watching her gave him his own satisfaction, and that squeak? Nearly a form of music. One he hummed an approving hum to.
With his teeth he pulled at her underwear, just enough to hook a finger in and pull further to the side, exposing her just enough to play, for now. These wont be needed later. If she'd want a later. And he was pretty sure he was going to pick her up and cart her off. Take out for the evening.
He couldn't help the deep chuckle as he saw a flash of something go up. A timer. "What? Too distracted to keep track of time yourself?" He teased, but before she could get a proper answer out, tongue to flesh happened. Leaning in to long lick over her clit. Once, twice, and the third time he let the ball piercing roll over the underside of it, he leaned in with both lips to catch it, giving it a playful suck; eyes peeking up at her reactions.
No doubt about it, if Genji has an interest - he's far more dangerous than he lets on. He's like a cat that way, lazy and uninterested until he finds something to get his attention. Well, he's currently licking at her like one and damn near purring at her reactions.
It's not until she feels the fabric of her panties move, that she perks up again. She was expecting to feel him pull them down, maybe even tear them - and then he teases her. Sombra feels her face flush from arousal and embarrassment, making to growl some admonishment.
"Hu-sssshh", she hisses at first long lick he gives her, startled enough that she braces a foot on the cabinet door. Being quiet has become way more difficult, judging from the way her lips have parted and her shallow breath. He continues, somehow still teasing even as he tastes her before he plays dirty.
The piercing on her clit and the suck right after make her tense like she's been struck, sucking in a deep breath and eyes fluttering as she somehow manages to catch his gaze. It's a wonder she managed to stifle herself, looking bewildered and satisfied all at once. One pant, then another before she relaxes and finds her rhythm again.
A cat is a very good description of Genji. He does what he wants and doesn't do what he's told, generally. Unless he wants to, or it is in his best interest. You tell him no, he wants it. You tell him yes, and he's bored with it. Lazy and uninterested in most things... until you have his interest. And she had his interesting, though he really shouldn't. More so shouldn't do this HERE of all places. Not only because it would get him in trouble but her fired (or fired at). In truth, she'd caught his interest some time ago.
And mostly... he wanted to hear how that voice would sound moaning his name.
Wanted to see if he could drive her to an edge of need and unravel her a bit. Sombra always seemed too calm, collected and cool with a bit of snobbish 'i'm better than everyone' feel to her. It was something he wanted to break into and play with.
This was a bad idea.
Except when she made that hissing sound and cursed like she was damning his good name. That made this worth it.
His finger curled to hold her panties to the side, not ripping or yanking them in such a way (yet). Because he knew the fastest way to get herself together would be to drop that sweater dress and be covered again. In case anyone showed up. Having a cute pair of purple panties on the kitchen floor would just be hard to explain.
He took a chance to glance away from her to her clock, trying to check the time. He was in some rush, but not too bad. If they had to cut short he'd pick it up again soon, but there was a matter of pride to this. The way his tongue lashed at her clit said he intended to make this worth it. It only took him a moment, his other hand sliding up her thigh and over to help spread her lips a bit more, to give him more to pleasure. Tracing down and up again, teasing her entrance with a finger before letting his tongue lap up her entirety.
He would waste no more time in teasing, going right to the root of Sombra now.
She felt him move her panties a little more and quickly she looked at the clock. Six and a half minutes left and already he's got her breathing like a drowning woman. It good he needs do little room to do so well; the least time it takes for her to look 'decent', the easier it'll be to bail if something actually goes wrong.
"Jesus."
It feels like he's trying to eat her alive, like he is living for the moment that his name passes her lips again and it makes Sombra shudder to be focused on so pointedly. Her whole life has been about walls and being everywhere she's not supposed to, but it's under her control. A cocky smile, a few friendly-sounding threats and she can move at her leisure.
This isn't rote, a tit-for-tat, a way for bored teenagers to kill time. Everything about this moment is drawing out something that feels raw and needy under her skin. Sombra is so...aware of Genji in the moment, that she feels herself shake when he touches skin she's barely learned to explore alone.
Her eyes flick from the doorway, to the clock , to him and when his finger teases her she makes another half-stifled noise - a moan that bites back into a rough sigh. She watches his head dip closer and she gasps as he tastes her fully.
"More." She nearly orders, before sucking in a breath that feels far too shallow. "Please."
Can one focus on a woman in this position and still manage a cocky smile like he was? Or he was trying. It was the sounds, the shake in her legs and body, or the needy way she asked for more that were pushing him further. That had him the most aroused at the moment.
He had his own needy little ticks and she was checking them all, just like this.
He wanted her weak in the knees and wanting more. Generally that was the point he packed up and left, but tonight he wanted to pack her up and leave here right to his room. The slight quiver in her thighs or the panted sounds she made, trying to stifle the sound a bit. He could feel it jolt through his body and arouse him with ease.
And yet his focus never drifted from her. The hand holding her panties back shifts them off to the side more on their own, and slides his hand under and around, looping her thigh to hold her more steady. To help her in this awkward stance at the edge of the counter. The other hand gave her more. She asked for it, and he will provide.
Sliding one center finger down over her clit and between her soft warm lips, he licked again, making sure she was ready for him, before slipping his finger in, just rubbing up against her where he'd learned most girls loved. His thumb slipped in with some practiced skill to stroke right at the base of her clit, rubbing both in and out at once. Not at all letting up with his tongue either.
She might be close to ignoring that clock, and he might be very close to ignoring how much shit he was going to get into if caught here. This was too good.
She's pretty sure he's smiling against her as he uses his tongue. Admittedly, she'd probably be smiling too, but between the adrenaline from the fact they really shouldn't be doing this and the fact that he is way too good at this has her nerves fried. He's...oddly considerate too, shifting to accommodate her precarious balance on the edge of the counter.
"Damn..." Resting her foot on his back, she sighed and bowed her head a little.
His fingers and his tongue tease her and she's almost ready this time, forcing herself to breathe slow, keep an eye on the door and- Puta Madre. Sombra stiffens again, unable to catch the moan that leaves her as Genji begins to stroke her, tongue still working her clit. Closing her eyes to keep from watching him, she shivers again under the combination of his tongue and thumb.
Is it being considerate to hold around her thigh like this, or was it more because he wanted to feel more of her touching him? A greedy move of his own need of contact? The world may never know, but he's pretty fond of the feel of her legs so close to his head. That foot on his back was welcome as well.
She might even hear, or feel the deep little laugh as she cursed, her body stiffening as his thumb and tongue worked. If he was given time to do this, he would have unmade her slowly, teasing her until she pleaded for more than his mouth or hand. Considering the time constraints, he wanted to hit her hard and leave her weak. While his thumb rubbed circles on the base of her clit, his finger curled and rocked back and forth as well, trying to find the best place to make her come undone.
He really didn't want to admit to himself how cute that little 'please' was either. Honestly, something about her attracted her to him more than the average person. Something about her actually wanted him to see how far he could take this, and maybe even how often. Which was rare if not at all with him.
His head turned into the thigh his arm was around, and he pressed his lips to it, his thumb rubbing up her clit and around to replace his lips. After that pressed kiss, his mouth opened more on her leg, tongue pressing to it... and then drawing back enough to leave a light bite and suck over soft sensitive flesh. High on her inside thigh. Not too hard, as he wasn't sure how'd she take to it, but firm enough to feel. "Mmm, come on Sombra-chan. Don't fight it." He cooed on the bite area, as he slipped his index finger inside with the middle, stroking and thumbing at her with intent.
In the back of Sombra's mind she feels a little cheated. If she had known that Genji was so particularly talented, she would have jumped him the first night there. He's so different than she expected, laughing at the way she can't help but react to his treatment of her. More than that: this is supposed to be a fucking rush job.
She braces against the counter again, the idea of something more thorough than this a little too much. For a moment, it seems that he senses her being overwhelmed and turns his head, simply rubbing at her clit. Sombra sighs at the kiss to her thigh, pleased that she can finally breathe a little easier and then she feels his teeth over her skin.
"Genji!"
It's half-hiss, half plea and all she manages before her hand goes to her mouth and she's damn near biting her finger to keep from crying out. It's his pace, his whims and his lust that controls her and damn everything she likes it. She likes the sharpness of his teeth and the warm, soft wetness of his mouth as he soothes bitten skin. She likes the way he watches her and the way his low encouragement feels on over-sensitive skin. When he adds the second finger, she writhes a moment under the feeling of of his thumb and the rhythm of his touch.
"I--fuck--f-fuck!"
She comes quick with a panting moan, arching and torn between rocking against his hand and pulling away. But Sombra would not be good at her job if she needed such a long time to recover. Taking a few shaky breaths, she looks down at him and then to the clock. Three minutes left.
"Which way..." She pauses to clear her throat. "Which way to your room?"
Well, maybe if she wore this so called sweater before... because damn it was eye catching. She had the body for it too. Also, his coming home from partying helps a bit. Throwing caution to the wind is so much easier when you're buzzed and feeling great.
It would also have saved him from having to mentally evaluate people at a club when all he needed to do was sneak down to the guest quarters for a bit. Damn.
His name though. Hearing it on her lips like that, in a half hissed plea. He actually groaned, a deep pleased sound right into her thigh. Eyes peeking up at her as she lost it, biting her own finger to hold back sound. What he wouldn't give to just make her plead out loudly with out holding back.
He worked her fast and hard, grinning into her leg as he watched and felt her come undone. That shuddered curse was damned cute too. Why the hell hadn't he broken that first rule sooner? If she did try to pull away from his hand he'd give a bit of chase a moment, but he was pleased to see her ride though it and already requesting his room.
He pulled back, drawing his hand to his lips, taking a quick taste before his other hand pulled her panties back into proper place. Standing he let both hands pull her sweater dress down over her hips again, and lingered there, resting heavy on either side as he got to his feet in full. He leaned forward, dark eyes staring her in the face.
"I'm going to make you regret that request, you know. I have good stamina." he winked. "This way." but instead of guiding her there, he leaned down and looped a hand around her hip, hoisting her up so she was backwards over his shoulder. A boyish grin on his face, his hand on her but and, if there were no major protests, he was going to cart her off.
She blinks momentarily at the way he licks her taste off of his finger, sexy in it's subtlety. Sombra is used to seeing that in an overblown, 'I know what I just did to you' gesture but Genji does it like he simply wants to taste more of her. It makes her watch him, violet eyes flicking over his body again as he looms over her. She decides very quickly that she likes looking up at him.
"Good Start," she murmurs, eyes flicking to the doorway a moment.
He teases her and she feels herself ache. There is a mental note, to sneak off for painkillers before she goes to bed to try and head off the soreness that will likely be his fault. She figures that it might be worth it to play the game and​ demur a little, but fuck it. The head was good, Sombra has always been greedy and she wants him to outdo himself.
Being swept off her feet isn't exactly part of her thoughts.
With a quick gasp, she's on his shoulder and laughing at such a cocky manuever. It's for the best, really - she was of the mind to tell him to just fuck her, already and she's decently sure he would have obliged her if she asked the right way. But the ease with which he lifts her says all the right things.
Young, dumb and irresponsible. That was this set of idiots right here. the lick of his fingers was literally just for himself and not the 'look at me being ultra sexy' way. He gets that cocky attitude as well at times, but there are honestly just moments where he enjoys all this for himself.
All this time and he could have been wearing her down ages ago. "Very good start." he mumbled, coming to the edge of the kitchen, looking out carefully. He turned his head into her leg and gave a small nip at it, before ducking off down a hall, carrying her easy with swift steps. If anyone were to come this way, he could easy sit her down and play it off, but he hoped not.
Feet swift, and with barely any jostling of the girl on his shoulder, he smuggled her down the hall. To her little 'hurry' he chuckled a deep amused sound, and popped his hand off her ass with a small playful smack, before turning down a hall way and to his door. Looking left, right, and then swiftly ducking inside.
The door barely closed behind them before he was lowering her to her feet and nudging her back to it. His hands on either side of her he started to lean in but then paused, looking down to her, eye to eye with an honest almost breathless question. "Do you kiss?"
It might seem like the strangest question to ask after having made her come for him in the kitchen and hauling her off to his room for very intended sex, but the question came off with a very honest and considerate tone. He knows people who don't. It's too personal for a hook up, and he can respect that, but he's a very oral person and he loves lips.
This is fun. It should be of little surprise to her that with how obsessed with excellence the Shimadas are, that their rebel would be damned good at it. Do it well or not at all, after all. What surprises Sombra is the fact that despite witnessing his tardiness for exercises with his brother and having a diet that would probably nauseate anyone over the age of thirty, he doesn't seem to need all the lessons his family harass him about.
His movement is smooth and he's good about keeping an eye on his surroundings. Still he wouldn't be Genji, if he didn't sneak a nip to her leg. The swat to her ass draws an affronted little gasp and she has to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. He's ridiculous and hot and she kind of likes him (even if it is the lust talking).
They get too his room quick - must be all that ninja training - and she's barely on the floor before he's on her. He's leaning in and dimly, it occurs to Sombra that all that sneaking will be a waste if they rattle the doorframe getting busy. And then he stops and she doesn't know what's up.
"Eh?" is all she can manage for a moment, because it's not the question she's expecting. It's considerate and a smart move for folks who want to avoid catching feelings - but they're already smiling and laughing and teasing each other, so no point in stifling it now.
With a little roll of her eyes, she grabs the collar of the white shirt and pulls him in for a slow, exploratory kiss. She can taste herself on his tongue and she can't help but moan a little into the kiss, threading her other hand into his hair.
it IS fun. More then he's had in a while, and that's saying something with how he's just getting back from sneaking out to club with a bunch of drunken strangers. He did have a lot to learn still, but he also had a lot of practice sneaking around this place. He had a lot of practice with running silently too, even if he could be better. Much better, really. Mayer if he didn't slack off on his training he'd do better.
Moving from the door might be a good idea, but he didn't think that far head once in here. Besides, he really did just want to kiss her right now. And though his mind said strip her, he also rather liked this stupid sweater dress. Which lead to 'we're safe in here and I want to take my time with this body.'
Even thinking,mentally, she was just another body, he had still wanted to make sure she had some form of comfort here. Maybe it was one too many incidents where he flirted all night with someone and found they weren't as into oral things as he was. It always felt disappointing in the end.
Except she rolled her eyes and pulled him in to kiss him in reply.
Why the hell hasn't he tried to hit this before? He too groaned into the kiss, far too pleased with it, lips parted and his pierced tongue wanting to play. Leaning down into the kiss his hands drew back to his own shirt, trying to undo the last few buttons, wanting this off now.
Sombra's really not seeing the downside of fooling around with The Young Lord; he's talented, really into her getting off and just considerate enough to be kind of cute. She smiles into the kiss, slowly trying to back him away from the door - eager to get him on the ropes the same way she just was. Shocker of shocks, he's a damn talented kisser and she finds herself savoring how playful he is before breaking the kiss and nipping him lightly.
"Where's your bed?" she asks breathlessly, reaching to help open his shirt.
Excuse you. Only kind of cute? He's damned cute and he knows it. Green hair, young face, wicked smirk and a tongue barbell. How much cuter can you get? But in all seriousness, damn was she fun. there was nothing timid about her, and that was such a turn on to him. Too many people were shy and timid and that could be fun, but not his favorite.
he could feel her push him back, but not away. Just, leading him back else where. His bed? He smirked at that. She has no idea how few people have been IN his bed. That it's super rare to take anyone home. The thought of having his own bed to be in was kind of a new one or him.
Getting that first black button up off, arms back, trying to work it off his shoulders he hummed a pleased town. "Behind the screen back here." He rumbled. His room was large. There was very little to it though. His weapons he had to train with and respected just well enough to keep well clean but not train with as much as he should. There was a shelf with books, and a small tower of manga leaned against it. He had clothing here and there, because he's a lazy shit too. And a zigzagging screen blocking a permanent thick futon bed, the sheets in dark green with orange, completely unmade and very lived in. Clean but... it was clear he was too busy to be a neat boy.
He did start to walk backwards with her though, pulling at his tank top, yanking it off over his head. Where Hanzo had the starts of his dragon tattoos down his arm, he had the start and framework of his own over his back and shoulders. Mostly hidden from her as he walked backwards, his hands having fallen to her sweater dress, fingers looped around it and tugging, but leaving it on her, just leading her back.
This is bad form surely - well, it is to the Shimada elders- but all Sombra can think about is how good he feels as she helps him strip. She leans in as she helps tugs the sleeves of the button up off and stretches along his body when he pulls the tank top off.
At that she pulls back enough to look over him. He's well built, a little more muscular than she expected for his speed but all in all - a pretty impressive notch on her bedpost.
Oh, it's most definitely bad form for a Shimada, but did anyone think he cared? He's about to toss more clothing across his floor. There goes that shirt, landing somewhere off to the side, like he cared.
As she looked him over he looked her over as well, hands tucked in the front of that dress, pulling it and her with it, careful not to stretch it too much, but still tugging.
"Oh, you can leave it on. I like it. It will come off when it is ready to." He said with a smirk, his leg hitting the wood platform around his bed and stopping. he reached forward with every intent of grabbing her and tossing her to the bed.
Because he was going to continue where he left off, if he had any say at all in this matter.
She should have figured that he liked the sweater, but it's little surprise with the way he keeps messing with it. However for a moment, Sombra resists Genji's pull, laughing as she pushes him back onto the bed.
"Hey, it's my turn guapo."
Quick, maybe even quicker than he's used to seeing her move, she's straddling him and pressing kisses from his mouth along his jawline.
No lie about the sweater. He does rather like it. There was something about how it covered everything yet seemed to cover nothing at all that he liked. Wearing something like this begs to be stared at. He's just glad he can do more than that.
Except, just as he went to pull her, she shoved him back and the little ungraceful flail of surprise might actually have been comical. He fell back on the bed and scrambled back a few inches as he watched her move with surprising speed, straddled over him and kissing him once again.
His brain was suddenly sluggish, like he wasn't sure how to react. No one's pushed him around before, apparently. Still, kisses were good, and as she worked down his jaw he mumbled. "You make a guy want to learn Spanish."
This is what Sombra lives for; whether it some greedy fat cat in Dorado or a crown jewel of Japan's criminal underbelly, there is nothing that makes her happier than having control. Quietly, he mumbles about about Spanish and she gets the best idea she's had in a good long while. Let's see how sharp that mind is when you want something, Genji.
"Hmmm?" She sits up, flipping her hair back with the momentum and grinning like the cat in the cream. "Well, then. Let's play a game, Genji~."
She makes a thumbs up, still smiling. "Si." A thumbs down. "No." Finally, she mimes pleading, hands folded in front of her. "Por Favor."
With that, she cocks her head at him, smirking as she draws her nails down his chest. "Comprende?"
He was surprised once again as she flung her hair back and hovered over him like she did. His hands dropped to rest on the outsides of her thighs, brow raised and looking up at her a bit unsure. A game? And then she started giving motions and words.
"Si. Yes." He said carefully, trying to repeat it back to her after each one. "No. Not much change there." And then those hands folded in front of her in a pleading like way. A smile cracked across his face. "Par F-...Por Faf... Por favor?." He worked it out, head tilting a bit as he grinned. "Ah, please?" He asked, as if to double check.
That last word he didn't need to figure out. He'd heard her use it before as it was. Heard it through TV and things. He'd heard Si before as well. So this wasn't too hard. The nails scratching down his chest however sent a jolt through his body and he let a very soft grown escape as he said.
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"I always have a plan." He said, feeling her shift off the counter more, her toes keeping her balanced and up. Her sweater bunched up and exposing purple (of course they were) panties.
It made Genji smirk, a lopsided wild smirk. So she was willing to push this huh? There was a small part of him that expected her to laugh about it and walk off. A tease. The fact that she let his hands wander up her thighs still kept that smile on his face. He'd had a damn good night as it was but no one to take home. Maybe fate said he had someone waiting to play.
He'd practically dragged his hands down her body as he sank to a knee. "Eight minutes isn't long, but I'm pretty good with my mouth." He said it looking up to her, feeling her run a hand into his green hair. A soft humm of a pleased tone as he felt her fingers drift over his scalp. He leaned in to nip at her thigh, just softly, nuzzling his nose and lips over her soft skin. His left hand pressed at her other thigh, slinging up it to barely brush a finger over the soft purple fabric. "Cute."
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Her movement makes him grin, makes him wild and she can feel her pulse quicken at the way he runs his hands down her body. There aren't a lot of guys like him back home, all courage and dignified and a little bit of cabron to even the mix out. It makes her wonder about him, about why he's so different than his brother.
Genji boasts again and while she smiles, she watches him. Seven minutes, forty-five seconds and she's letting out a far harsher pant at the feeling of his teeth, trembling at the feeling of his lips and nose on her thigh.
"I try." She bites her lip again, a little harder as his touch brushes over her underwear.
"Genji~"
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Though, honestly, the amount of trouble he'd get in for being here, in the kitchen, his face between the legs of a beautiful foreigner and employee of the house? Yeah, it might be a bit much later. Again, better to beg forgiveness, right?
it would only be slightly less trouble if he hauled her off to one of their rooms, really.
Another nip to her thigh, higher up now, and he could look up from this point, right up her black clad body and smile. His finger trailed over the triangle of purple covering her, almost petting the fabric as dark eyes focused on her face a moment... before he leaned in to let his tongue pointedly press in instead. If she saw, she might have seen a small green ball piercing in the center of his tongue, and if she didn't look? She'd feel it. His tongue rubbing over the fabric at first, teasing.
"That sweater is so revealing. It's a wonder you even need these." He said, and daringly leaned in firmly, nipping at the fabric to pull on it.
He's letting her keep track of time.
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No wonder the girls here talk about their boyfriends and their sempais in such sappy voices.
He pets the fabric again, just shy of touching anything interesting and she finds her mind reeling to keep track of the seconds. The second nip to her thigh makes it hard to breathe for a moment, drawing a low groan. He looks up at her and Sombra can feel her heart stop for a moment as he opens his mouth and leans in.
The boys she fools around with back home don't watch her so closely and they sure as hell don't work so hard to tease her. They don't have piercings to press against her clit either and suddenly, with a buck of her hips, she realizes these are all things that are sorely needed back home.
"If I knew you were awake I wouldn't have worn them."
It's half-a-lie. She wouldn't have done something so inappropriate in a common area like the kitchen. Walking to his room, however is an entirely different story.
Right. His room. How much time did they have?
Sombra ...squeaks when he nips at the fabric, sighing and giving Genji a look that borders on fondness. She gently draws her nails over his scalp, while she summons a dim vidpanel that starts counting down from seven minutes with her free hand. She promptly goes back to bracing against the counter, tightening her grip on his hair.
"Seven minutes..." She manages, weakly as she looks to the doorway of the kitchen.
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He was also of the opinion that if a woman was looking at you with that kind of fondness in her eye, he must be doing something good. Foreplay, teasing and stringing someone along for a while were all good and fun in his book. And if he could push his partner to an edge, it's a win for him.
Like right now, the way she braced at the counter, or how her hips bucked to his mouth like that, he couldn't help but smile. Watching her gave him his own satisfaction, and that squeak? Nearly a form of music. One he hummed an approving hum to.
With his teeth he pulled at her underwear, just enough to hook a finger in and pull further to the side, exposing her just enough to play, for now. These wont be needed later. If she'd want a later. And he was pretty sure he was going to pick her up and cart her off. Take out for the evening.
He couldn't help the deep chuckle as he saw a flash of something go up. A timer. "What? Too distracted to keep track of time yourself?" He teased, but before she could get a proper answer out, tongue to flesh happened. Leaning in to long lick over her clit. Once, twice, and the third time he let the ball piercing roll over the underside of it, he leaned in with both lips to catch it, giving it a playful suck; eyes peeking up at her reactions.
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It's not until she feels the fabric of her panties move, that she perks up again. She was expecting to feel him pull them down, maybe even tear them - and then he teases her. Sombra feels her face flush from arousal and embarrassment, making to growl some admonishment.
"Hu-sssshh", she hisses at first long lick he gives her, startled enough that she braces a foot on the cabinet door. Being quiet has become way more difficult, judging from the way her lips have parted and her shallow breath. He continues, somehow still teasing even as he tastes her before he plays dirty.
The piercing on her clit and the suck right after make her tense like she's been struck, sucking in a deep breath and eyes fluttering as she somehow manages to catch his gaze. It's a wonder she managed to stifle herself, looking bewildered and satisfied all at once. One pant, then another before she relaxes and finds her rhythm again.
"Fuck..."
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And mostly... he wanted to hear how that voice would sound moaning his name.
Wanted to see if he could drive her to an edge of need and unravel her a bit. Sombra always seemed too calm, collected and cool with a bit of snobbish 'i'm better than everyone' feel to her. It was something he wanted to break into and play with.
This was a bad idea.
Except when she made that hissing sound and cursed like she was damning his good name. That made this worth it.
His finger curled to hold her panties to the side, not ripping or yanking them in such a way (yet). Because he knew the fastest way to get herself together would be to drop that sweater dress and be covered again. In case anyone showed up. Having a cute pair of purple panties on the kitchen floor would just be hard to explain.
He took a chance to glance away from her to her clock, trying to check the time. He was in some rush, but not too bad. If they had to cut short he'd pick it up again soon, but there was a matter of pride to this. The way his tongue lashed at her clit said he intended to make this worth it. It only took him a moment, his other hand sliding up her thigh and over to help spread her lips a bit more, to give him more to pleasure. Tracing down and up again, teasing her entrance with a finger before letting his tongue lap up her entirety.
He would waste no more time in teasing, going right to the root of Sombra now.
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"Jesus."
It feels like he's trying to eat her alive, like he is living for the moment that his name passes her lips again and it makes Sombra shudder to be focused on so pointedly. Her whole life has been about walls and being everywhere she's not supposed to, but it's under her control. A cocky smile, a few friendly-sounding threats and she can move at her leisure.
This isn't rote, a tit-for-tat, a way for bored teenagers to kill time. Everything about this moment is drawing out something that feels raw and needy under her skin. Sombra is so...aware of Genji in the moment, that she feels herself shake when he touches skin she's barely learned to explore alone.
Her eyes flick from the doorway, to the clock , to him and when his finger teases her she makes another half-stifled noise - a moan that bites back into a rough sigh. She watches his head dip closer and she gasps as he tastes her fully.
"More." She nearly orders, before sucking in a breath that feels far too shallow. "Please."
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He had his own needy little ticks and she was checking them all, just like this.
He wanted her weak in the knees and wanting more. Generally that was the point he packed up and left, but tonight he wanted to pack her up and leave here right to his room. The slight quiver in her thighs or the panted sounds she made, trying to stifle the sound a bit. He could feel it jolt through his body and arouse him with ease.
And yet his focus never drifted from her. The hand holding her panties back shifts them off to the side more on their own, and slides his hand under and around, looping her thigh to hold her more steady. To help her in this awkward stance at the edge of the counter. The other hand gave her more. She asked for it, and he will provide.
Sliding one center finger down over her clit and between her soft warm lips, he licked again, making sure she was ready for him, before slipping his finger in, just rubbing up against her where he'd learned most girls loved. His thumb slipped in with some practiced skill to stroke right at the base of her clit, rubbing both in and out at once. Not at all letting up with his tongue either.
She might be close to ignoring that clock, and he might be very close to ignoring how much shit he was going to get into if caught here. This was too good.
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"Damn..." Resting her foot on his back, she sighed and bowed her head a little.
His fingers and his tongue tease her and she's almost ready this time, forcing herself to breathe slow, keep an eye on the door and- Puta Madre. Sombra stiffens again, unable to catch the moan that leaves her as Genji begins to stroke her, tongue still working her clit. Closing her eyes to keep from watching him, she shivers again under the combination of his tongue and thumb.
"That's it...please."
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She might even hear, or feel the deep little laugh as she cursed, her body stiffening as his thumb and tongue worked. If he was given time to do this, he would have unmade her slowly, teasing her until she pleaded for more than his mouth or hand. Considering the time constraints, he wanted to hit her hard and leave her weak. While his thumb rubbed circles on the base of her clit, his finger curled and rocked back and forth as well, trying to find the best place to make her come undone.
He really didn't want to admit to himself how cute that little 'please' was either. Honestly, something about her attracted her to him more than the average person. Something about her actually wanted him to see how far he could take this, and maybe even how often. Which was rare if not at all with him.
His head turned into the thigh his arm was around, and he pressed his lips to it, his thumb rubbing up her clit and around to replace his lips. After that pressed kiss, his mouth opened more on her leg, tongue pressing to it... and then drawing back enough to leave a light bite and suck over soft sensitive flesh. High on her inside thigh. Not too hard, as he wasn't sure how'd she take to it, but firm enough to feel. "Mmm, come on Sombra-chan. Don't fight it." He cooed on the bite area, as he slipped his index finger inside with the middle, stroking and thumbing at her with intent.
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She braces against the counter again, the idea of something more thorough than this a little too much. For a moment, it seems that he senses her being overwhelmed and turns his head, simply rubbing at her clit. Sombra sighs at the kiss to her thigh, pleased that she can finally breathe a little easier and then she feels his teeth over her skin.
"Genji!"
It's half-hiss, half plea and all she manages before her hand goes to her mouth and she's damn near biting her finger to keep from crying out. It's his pace, his whims and his lust that controls her and damn everything she likes it. She likes the sharpness of his teeth and the warm, soft wetness of his mouth as he soothes bitten skin. She likes the way he watches her and the way his low encouragement feels on over-sensitive skin. When he adds the second finger, she writhes a moment under the feeling of of his thumb and the rhythm of his touch.
"I--fuck--f-fuck!"
She comes quick with a panting moan, arching and torn between rocking against his hand and pulling away. But Sombra would not be good at her job if she needed such a long time to recover. Taking a few shaky breaths, she looks down at him and then to the clock. Three minutes left.
"Which way..." She pauses to clear her throat. "Which way to your room?"
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It would also have saved him from having to mentally evaluate people at a club when all he needed to do was sneak down to the guest quarters for a bit. Damn.
His name though. Hearing it on her lips like that, in a half hissed plea. He actually groaned, a deep pleased sound right into her thigh. Eyes peeking up at her as she lost it, biting her own finger to hold back sound. What he wouldn't give to just make her plead out loudly with out holding back.
He worked her fast and hard, grinning into her leg as he watched and felt her come undone. That shuddered curse was damned cute too. Why the hell hadn't he broken that first rule sooner? If she did try to pull away from his hand he'd give a bit of chase a moment, but he was pleased to see her ride though it and already requesting his room.
He pulled back, drawing his hand to his lips, taking a quick taste before his other hand pulled her panties back into proper place. Standing he let both hands pull her sweater dress down over her hips again, and lingered there, resting heavy on either side as he got to his feet in full. He leaned forward, dark eyes staring her in the face.
"I'm going to make you regret that request, you know. I have good stamina." he winked. "This way." but instead of guiding her there, he leaned down and looped a hand around her hip, hoisting her up so she was backwards over his shoulder. A boyish grin on his face, his hand on her but and, if there were no major protests, he was going to cart her off.
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"Good Start," she murmurs, eyes flicking to the doorway a moment.
He teases her and she feels herself ache. There is a mental note, to sneak off for painkillers before she goes to bed to try and head off the soreness that will likely be his fault. She figures that it might be worth it to play the game and​ demur a little, but fuck it. The head was good, Sombra has always been greedy and she wants him to outdo himself.
Being swept off her feet isn't exactly part of her thoughts.
With a quick gasp, she's on his shoulder and laughing at such a cocky manuever. It's for the best, really - she was of the mind to tell him to just fuck her, already and she's decently sure he would have obliged her if she asked the right way. But the ease with which he lifts her says all the right things.
"Hurry, Genji. I wanna have my fun too~."
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All this time and he could have been wearing her down ages ago. "Very good start." he mumbled, coming to the edge of the kitchen, looking out carefully. He turned his head into her leg and gave a small nip at it, before ducking off down a hall, carrying her easy with swift steps. If anyone were to come this way, he could easy sit her down and play it off, but he hoped not.
Feet swift, and with barely any jostling of the girl on his shoulder, he smuggled her down the hall. To her little 'hurry' he chuckled a deep amused sound, and popped his hand off her ass with a small playful smack, before turning down a hall way and to his door. Looking left, right, and then swiftly ducking inside.
The door barely closed behind them before he was lowering her to her feet and nudging her back to it. His hands on either side of her he started to lean in but then paused, looking down to her, eye to eye with an honest almost breathless question. "Do you kiss?"
It might seem like the strangest question to ask after having made her come for him in the kitchen and hauling her off to his room for very intended sex, but the question came off with a very honest and considerate tone. He knows people who don't. It's too personal for a hook up, and he can respect that, but he's a very oral person and he loves lips.
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His movement is smooth and he's good about keeping an eye on his surroundings. Still he wouldn't be Genji, if he didn't sneak a nip to her leg. The swat to her ass draws an affronted little gasp and she has to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. He's ridiculous and hot and she kind of likes him (even if it is the lust talking).
They get too his room quick - must be all that ninja training - and she's barely on the floor before he's on her. He's leaning in and dimly, it occurs to Sombra that all that sneaking will be a waste if they rattle the doorframe getting busy. And then he stops and she doesn't know what's up.
"Eh?" is all she can manage for a moment, because it's not the question she's expecting. It's considerate and a smart move for folks who want to avoid catching feelings - but they're already smiling and laughing and teasing each other, so no point in stifling it now.
With a little roll of her eyes, she grabs the collar of the white shirt and pulls him in for a slow, exploratory kiss. She can taste herself on his tongue and she can't help but moan a little into the kiss, threading her other hand into his hair.
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Moving from the door might be a good idea, but he didn't think that far head once in here. Besides, he really did just want to kiss her right now. And though his mind said strip her, he also rather liked this stupid sweater dress. Which lead to 'we're safe in here and I want to take my time with this body.'
Even thinking,mentally, she was just another body, he had still wanted to make sure she had some form of comfort here. Maybe it was one too many incidents where he flirted all night with someone and found they weren't as into oral things as he was. It always felt disappointing in the end.
Except she rolled her eyes and pulled him in to kiss him in reply.
Why the hell hasn't he tried to hit this before? He too groaned into the kiss, far too pleased with it, lips parted and his pierced tongue wanting to play. Leaning down into the kiss his hands drew back to his own shirt, trying to undo the last few buttons, wanting this off now.
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"Where's your bed?" she asks breathlessly, reaching to help open his shirt.
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he could feel her push him back, but not away. Just, leading him back else where. His bed? He smirked at that. She has no idea how few people have been IN his bed. That it's super rare to take anyone home. The thought of having his own bed to be in was kind of a new one or him.
Getting that first black button up off, arms back, trying to work it off his shoulders he hummed a pleased town. "Behind the screen back here." He rumbled. His room was large. There was very little to it though. His weapons he had to train with and respected just well enough to keep well clean but not train with as much as he should. There was a shelf with books, and a small tower of manga leaned against it. He had clothing here and there, because he's a lazy shit too. And a zigzagging screen blocking a permanent thick futon bed, the sheets in dark green with orange, completely unmade and very lived in. Clean but... it was clear he was too busy to be a neat boy.
He did start to walk backwards with her though, pulling at his tank top, yanking it off over his head. Where Hanzo had the starts of his dragon tattoos down his arm, he had the start and framework of his own over his back and shoulders. Mostly hidden from her as he walked backwards, his hands having fallen to her sweater dress, fingers looped around it and tugging, but leaving it on her, just leading her back.
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At that she pulls back enough to look over him. He's well built, a little more muscular than she expected for his speed but all in all - a pretty impressive notch on her bedpost.
"On or off?" she asks before kissing him again.
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As she looked him over he looked her over as well, hands tucked in the front of that dress, pulling it and her with it, careful not to stretch it too much, but still tugging.
"Oh, you can leave it on. I like it. It will come off when it is ready to." He said with a smirk, his leg hitting the wood platform around his bed and stopping. he reached forward with every intent of grabbing her and tossing her to the bed.
Because he was going to continue where he left off, if he had any say at all in this matter.
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"Hey, it's my turn guapo."
Quick, maybe even quicker than he's used to seeing her move, she's straddling him and pressing kisses from his mouth along his jawline.
"I think you'll like my kind of fun."
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Except, just as he went to pull her, she shoved him back and the little ungraceful flail of surprise might actually have been comical. He fell back on the bed and scrambled back a few inches as he watched her move with surprising speed, straddled over him and kissing him once again.
His brain was suddenly sluggish, like he wasn't sure how to react. No one's pushed him around before, apparently. Still, kisses were good, and as she worked down his jaw he mumbled. "You make a guy want to learn Spanish."
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"Hmmm?" She sits up, flipping her hair back with the momentum and grinning like the cat in the cream. "Well, then. Let's play a game, Genji~."
She makes a thumbs up, still smiling. "Si."
A thumbs down. "No."
Finally, she mimes pleading, hands folded in front of her. "Por Favor."
With that, she cocks her head at him, smirking as she draws her nails down his chest. "Comprende?"
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"Si. Yes." He said carefully, trying to repeat it back to her after each one. "No. Not much change there." And then those hands folded in front of her in a pleading like way. A smile cracked across his face. "Par F-...Por Faf... Por favor?." He worked it out, head tilting a bit as he grinned. "Ah, please?" He asked, as if to double check.
That last word he didn't need to figure out. He'd heard her use it before as it was. Heard it through TV and things. He'd heard Si before as well. So this wasn't too hard. The nails scratching down his chest however sent a jolt through his body and he let a very soft grown escape as he said.
"Si..."
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