Patreon Compilation – Fic#281 – Genji/Cassidy(/Roadhog) – modular cunt; exhibitionism – Naughty, Naughty, Naughty (Patreon)

Genji/Cassidy(/Roadhog) – Genji had a modular cunt installed that he gives to Cassidy before leaving with Zenyatta on some monk business. Cassidy is no stick-in-the-mud... he has a lot of ideas what to do with such a juicy little piece of technology – all while Genji can feel it.

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Cassidy has been watching Zenyatta and Genji getting ready in the port of the base. He’s sitting on some of the crates, pretending to be asleep, though his ploy obviously has been pretty see-through as Genji marches toward him and thrusts a velvet pouch at him.

Cole grunts softly and tips his hat up, eying the pouch. There is something inside it that is about fist sized and as Genji thrusts the thing at him once more, he slowly reaches out and takes it. He’s surprised how hefty it feels. Not… heavy, per se, but with a good weight to it.

“What’s that?”

“I thought I’d give it to you. Won’t be needing it the next couple of months where I am.”

Cole frowns and makes to open the pouch, but Genji’s hand shoots out and his fingers lay on his wrist.

“It’s a surprise,” he says with a cheeky little lilt to his voice. “Just… promise me to take good care of it, alright?”

“Uh… yeah. Sure.” Slowly, Cole puts the pouch with its mysterious content onto his lap. “But then you gotta promise to take good care of them monks for us, right?”

There’s an odd little flicker to the optical LED in Genji’s helmet. He slightly cocks his head and says: “I will try…”

He bumps fists with Cole, then turns to walk back to Zenyatta and toward his two month mission with the monks, leaving Cole with the mysterious pouch he ought to take care of.

.oOo.

Obviously Cole is a nosy motherfucker and he gets into the mystery of the pouch as soon as he hits his room that evening. The door has not quite slid closed behind him before he has opened the top and is peering inside.

He can’t see much, though, other than some LED lights slowly glowing a bright green, then dimming once more to nothingness. Some kind of electric equipment, then.

He stuffs his fist inside and curls his fingers around the thing – and even before he pulls it out to look at it in the light of his room, he immediately, instinctively knows what he is holding in his hand.

“This cheeky motherfucker,” he groans as he pulls out Genji’s pussy and stares at it in his fist. It looks… absolutely lewd and gorgeous; the labia are velvety soft to the touch of his blunt fingers slowly sliding along the seam. It is backed by some silky smooth elastic material that he has absolutely no doubt will be able to stretch and accommodate to whatever unholy thing he might want to stick into it.

The question is only… does Genji still feel it? Is it actually connected to his body still?

Cole stuffs two fingers into his mouth, getting them liberally wet with spit, then gently holds Genji’s pocket pussy in one palm as he slides them along his velvety lips.

The LEDs that he is 90% sure Genji had only installed because they look cool, slowly light up again and then stay that way. There’s an odd moment of… anticipation building as Cassidy gently teases his labia apart and then slowly, carefully slides his two fingers in.

The question of whether it is connected or not is answered immediately as the pussy tightens around him in a flutter of artificial nerves. Oh… oh that is fun.

Is Genji currently sitting in some kind of carriage and trying not to lose it while he and Zenyatta drive to the Shambali? Or maybe they are already there and having a nice group meditation session or… something… while Genji feels like he has to rock his hips into fingers that are hundreds of miles away.

Cole grins crookedly. He pulls his fingers out slowly, then lifts Genji’s cunt to his mouth and presses a lingering kiss against the apex of his labia, tongue barely flicking out to wet his pretty clit.

He would probably regret that particular little prank sooner than later… Cole would make sure of that.

.oOo.

Genji is loving every second of his decision of giving his cunt away to Cassidy. Even the moments that he isn’t actively getting fucked are making him hornier and hornier because he keeps thinking about when the next time might be.

If there’s anything that one can be sure about with Cole it’s that he’ll be up for nasty shit any time of the day.

Genji might be sitting at breakfast when he feels the phantom pressure of a fat glans pushing against his cunt and immediately setting his system alight with sensations.

The other monks don’t need to eat of course, but they still like to sit around and soak in the silence and just generally make sure Genji doesn’t feel alone… so he will be stuck sitting there, trying to eat while it feels like he should be bouncing on Cassidy’s sturdy hips and getting his insides rearranged by the cowboy’s massive bull cock.

Does he take the differences in time into consideration? Does he know Genji must be in the middle of some… some meditation or other when he thrusts his big fat dick into his detached pussy and fucks it so hard it would rattle all the electronics around inside Genji’s body?

He probably does. He is far more intelligent than he lets on to others, and he’s fucking devious to boot. It’s why Genji had been so deliriously excited over the prospect of letting him have full range over his poor little robo pussy for the next couple of months.

Things really start getting interesting, though, when Cassidy begins experimenting with what else he can stick into Genji’s pussy to let him get off.

.o.

Is Genji ever not in the mood to get fucked? Is he ever unwilling when Cole starts to feel up the silky slit of his pussy moments before cramming his fat glans inside that velvety little hole?

How long does it take to get him into the mood? Because at the end of the day he always comes on Cole’s dick, all those intelligent little mechanical parts squeezing spasmically down on his cock and milking the everloving fuck out of him.

These and other thoughts idly waft through Cole’s brain whenever he fucks around with Genji’s present. It’s maybe a red flag that it turns him on even more… but there’s nobody here to judge him in the privacy of his own, deranged mind.

Genji sure as fuck never contacts him to bitch him out and tell him to stop messing around. Even when Cole starts to lend his pretty pussy out to the other guys on base.

He starts it slow with Baptiste; figuring that his dick is about the same size as his own, but when Genji still does not come complain to him, he becomes more adventurous; sitting in the back of the workshop as he watches Torbjörn gruntfuck the pretty little omnic cunt with surprising gusto.

At that point at the latest Genji must have realized what was going on… and still he did nothing to deter Cassidy. Ever the whore, he just lets them do whatever they want and comes obediently on their cocks like a slut.

Cole’s magnum opus is to involve Roadhog in the whole game. Once the big guy whips out his dick, he starts to get second thoughts about whether or not Genji’s cunt would be able to handle it, but Roadhog just takes it dainty between two fat fingers, looks it over intently, and then starts to cram his massive dick inside like it’s nothing.

Like Cassidy isn’t starting to sweat just looking at the ordeal.

It’s then that Genji finally calls him, the vibration of his communicator somehow feeling more desperate than usual as he fumbles it off his hip and clicks it on. The connection is all staticky and unstable… or… no. The connection is great. It’s just Genji’s voice that is on the verge of frizzing out.

“ThE f-f-FuuckkkkKk are you dOOINg?!”

“I ain’t doin’ anythin’, sweetheart. Mister Hog is all in the saddle right now.”

He can hear voices in the background; monks politely inquiring whether Genji is feeling quite alright; that their sensors are indicating he is experiencing a quite worrisome spike of heat and if he isn’t careful he might just shut down-

Cole glances toward Roadhog and locks eyes with him.

The fat man licks his lips and slowly grabs the pussy tighter in his meaty fist, pulling it deeper onto his cock.

Cole can see the soft black fabric in the back stretching desperately around Roadhog’s glans, thick pre-cum bubbling through the mesh.

“Comin’,” Roadhog announces. For a second Cole thinks he is talking about his own orgasm – until he hears Genji’s sobbing sounds of pleasure through the communicator, a second before the connection cuts completely.

Oh well… that was fucking fun. They definitely have to repeat that.