Patreon Compilation – Fic#331 – Genji/Zenyatta(/Cassidy) – pocket pussy/modular cunt; overstimulation + no stimulation at all – Naughty, Naughty, Naughty 2

Genji/Zenyatta(/Cassidy) – Genji's conduct toward the monks/in the midst of their meditation sessions has obviously not gone unnoticed. Zenyatta disciplines his pupil but Genji finds his mentor is just as filthy as he and Cassidy are.

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“Genji,” Zenyatta hums softly. His voice is so gentle and nice. So in odds with the hot cock dragging against the insides of Genji’s thighs and sliding along the edge of his empty porthole. “My sweet Genji. I thought I had made myself clear that such a behavior could not be accepted in front of my brothers and sisters…”

Zenyatta is draped across Genji’s back. His thin, small body is surprisingly heavy, pressing down on Genji who takes him with ease simply due to his reinforced muscles and own hydraulics pushing against him.

His mouth is open, tongue pressed against his teeth, panting. Trying to wrap his head around what Zenyatta is saying. It is making sense, he knows that it does, but it is difficult to really put two and two together when He is so distracted by the sensations between his thighs.

He can feel Zenyatta’s sleek robotic cock whenever it brushes against the insides of his thighs and what little actual human skin and nerves there still were… but when it dips into the crevice between them all sensation ceases to exist.

Without his pussy in place, there is just an unfeeling gap that Zenyatta does not mind slipping into but that gives Genji absolutely no feedback – and that in itself is getting him wild.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters, voice crackling with soft static that makes Zenyatta tut softly.

Having this gentle Omnic on his back, lovingly berating him while fucking the empty port in slow, self-indulgent thrusts is doing things to Genji. He’s been fantasizing so much about his mentor… and never thought he was interested in any of these things.

It’s why he gave Cassidy his cunt in the first fucking place!

“I don’t… I can’t control it,” he promises with a whine and a helpless bucking of his hips that produces a soft metallic chime as their pelvises clank together. “He has it and I… I told him to… but he-”

Zenyatta tuts again. Genji can feel him rutting, gently fucking into him, but he can’t feel it. Not really. Tears spring into his eyes, itching to fall down, fingers scrabbling at the floor. “Please!” he breaks out, “please, I am sorry!”

Zenyatta slowly, gently curls a hand over Genji’s mouth and quiets down his gibbering promises. There is nothing but a thin curtain in the doorway giving them some semblance of privacy and Zenyatta’s voice is soft and lilting as he reminds Genji of this.

“You repeatedly disturbed our meditations despite me alerting you to the fact that that was very rude behavior indeed. Especially for such… mundane reasons as to your sexual gratification. How improper of you, Genji…”

He did not sound disappointed in the least, though, and if Genji knew anything about his teacher then it was that Zenyatta was first and foremost a troublemaker himself. He probably loved every second of Genji acting out. He probably thought it was so amusing to listen to Genji’s glitched-out little sounds of pleasure that he had tried desperately to temp down on while an idiotic brute on the other side of the planet grunt fucked his defenseless cunt into oblivion.

And maybe… just maybe… Zenyatta is in on it all. Maybe he’s contacted Cassidy, already having figured out what was going on, and maybe he’s made a little deal with the other because certainly it wasn’t… certainly it wasn’t just a coincidence that when Zenyatta slides back into his unfeeling port hole and makes Genji feel like he’s on the verge of completely loosing it, that his actual cunt somewhere in the world gets filled in the same moment.

Genji’s voice comes out as screechy static so Zenyatta calmly reaches up and plucks out a cable at the back of his neck and the sound immediately gets cut off. Genji’s eyes widen and so does his mouth which is immediately filled with the metal of Zenyatta’s ergonomically shaped fingers.

“You could have done this from the very beginning,” Zenyatta chides softly. There’s an amused chuckle somewhere hidden in the hum of his voice. He always seems just on the verge of giggling but right now it is driving Genji absolutely insane with the twin sensations of knowing there’s a wonderful sleek cock inside his body and that the dick he’s currently feeling rudely shoving its way into his silicone cunt is not that cock.

He tries to say something but no sound comes out what with his voice box unplugged like it was now. He whimpers and nothing; only a flirty fluttering of the LEDs running along his body.

Zenyatta exhales long and gusty; a wholly fabricated sound. “You could have sat with me and my siblings and we would not have been any the wiser. But you kept your voice box plugged in and made such a terrible little show for all of them.” He tuts again.

Genji tries to focus on what he’s saying but Cassidy’s cock keeps moving; slow, pointed thrusts that stretch the thin fabric at the back of his modular cunt and have tears pricking the corners of Genji’s eyes. He sluggishly presses his tongue up against Zenyatta’s fingers, tries to say that, once again, he is so very sorry for his conduct, but not a single peep comes out.

Zenyatta rubs the side of his faceplate against the side of Genji’s face. He’s nuzzling him as he slowly curls his hips. He must be gently fucking the empty slot between Genji’s thighs because other than his pelvis gently nudging against the plump silicone cheeks of his ass, Genji can’t feel a thing.

It’s only Zenyatta’s soft scolding and his downright feline movements paired with Cassidy’s rude, fat cock splitting his poor detached pussy open on the other side of the globe.

Genji can feel static crackling inside him and jumping in tiny sparks up from his unplugged cords.

Zenyatta makes a soft sound like a chuckle once again. He leans back just enough to watch himself as his free hand gently traces the very edge of one of those unplugged slots, sending electric sensation racing through Genji’s body.

The fingers of his other hand keep pressing down on Genji’s tongue, playing with the slippery, wholly synthetic thing.

Far away, Cassidy briefly stops his desperate pumps into Genji’s pussy. It makes him wonder if by some weird miracle the static has jumped right into his cunt and is zapping Cole, but no – a second later he can feel thick thumbs brushing along his swollen, sticky labia and slowly start to hook in despite the massive dick still spreading him open.

Genji’s eyes roll into his head. He jerks; a whole body motion that would have thrown Zenyatta off if he weren’t so damn heavy and solid, pressing down against him and giggling once again. There’s a breathiness to his voice now as he speaks that Genji can’t help but completely obsess over how fabricated it is. How Zenyatta is doing this simply for his benefit. To torture him further as his sanity cracks at the edges.

“I find that you are a very bad influence indeed,” Zenyatta croons. His hips keep pumping a steady little rhythm; fucking nothing at all but apparently garnering some kind of great satisfaction from it anyway. “I am starting to wonder just what else I can suggest to Mister Cassidy. I have to admit it took little to no convincing at all to get him to follow this little ploy along – and look at you now. You are nearly leaking your cooling liquid, Genji. You feel like you are on the verge of a crash. Will you? Will you crash? Will you have to reboot?”

Is this dirty talk? Is this what an Omnic’s dirty talk consists of? Genji’s brain feels dangerously hot. There’s a warm pebble that has been dropped right behind his belly button and that has started to become hotter and hotter as time went on. He feels like it is about to sear its way right out of his belly, stoked by Zenyatta’s soft, sweet voice whispering this utter filth at him.

He feels horrible too; like he’s desecrated some kind of wonderful, near holy entity; though he knows Zenyatta would not enjoy how he has put him on a pedestal.

Zenyatta has plucked up the loose cable and is sliding its plug against the very edges of Genji’s slot. Miles and miles away, Cassidy has stopped stuffing his fat fingers along his even fatter cock and is sliding them slowly up and down Genji’s puffy labia; like Zenyatta has given him an exact time of day when they would sink up and make Genji’s whole existence narrow down to those delicious, electrifying dual sensations.

And then, just like that, without warning – Zenyatta reconnects Genji’s voice box and Cassidy plunges deep and rude and brutal into his cunt, swollen glans hitting the backside of the silky sleeve attached to it – and Genji howls as he comes, shrill, lustful audio reverberating throughout the peaceful Omnic temple and causing three flocks of birds to take flight in desperate flapping.