"BREAKING NEWS! Interpol discovers ample incriminating evidence against a prestigious business organization. The Shimada of Japan are currently undergoing extensive investigation that may s—"

Feeling sick to your stomach, you shut off the television before you could hear anymore. You weren't sure when you'd developed an overbearing conscience, but this certain guilt plaguing you has been unshakable. Guilt of not turning yourself into the authorities—were you not just as culpable for overseeing many illegal transactions and crooked deals? Why should you get away without punishment?

In addition to your mental anguish, you were going through sleepless nights.

And you had some idea why.

Vivid fragments of memories from that night were haunting you.

When that cyborg took you, he'd imparted an experience that was far from ordinary. No soulless being could leave you pining the way he had. As unemotional and careless as he appeared, you had an inkling that there was more to him than he'd let on.

You wanted to see him again. Maybe next time, you would strike up a meaningful conversation with him. Get to know him a little bit more.

And as you allowed your thought process to continue, you realized how completely idiotic it all sounded. You grew resentful of yourself, especially for having this twisted attraction to an assailant—a rapist, right? He'd taken you against your will after all. Maybe he was your punishment.

Squeezing your legs shut, you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing—flashbacks of that night manifested in your head, and you could almost feel him inside you, fucking you until you were losing grip on reality.

You wouldn't— couldn't stop thinking about him. You haven't been able to for the past week now. Reliving that night while you pleasured yourself was the only way you could fall asleep.

It was shameful. And pathetic. And impossible to put out of your mind.

Breathless and fitful, you climbed out of bed and made your way to the balcony. Tonight, you were determined to fight off this sexual craving for someone you'd never see again. And the cool air would help you do just that.

You pulled the sliding door open and stepped outside, into the darkness. As soon as the brisk air hit you, you felt some respite—a distraction to keep your mind off of- -

"Are you alright?"

And any chance for the respite you sought was stamped out. Your eyes darted to the source of the distressingly familiar voice. A gasp escaped your lungs when you saw the red glows of his eyes. Despite the sheer uneasiness invading your mind, you steeled yourself and asked, "What are you doing here? And... how do you know where I live?"

He peered inside, surveying the interior of your apartment. When he was satisfied that you were in no immediate danger, he turned his striking eyes to you. "There are many things I know about you," He said, failing to lessen your apprehension. He took a step towards you, and you recoiled.

"Why are you still stalking me? I did everything you asked of me." You continued to retreat into the recesses of your bedroom, watching him warily as he approached and closed the balcony door behind him. There was no way you'd be able to escape that way.

Not that you wanted to escape.

Because right now, merely making eye contact with the cyborg had you worrying that you might flood your bedroom. The sexual tension was so strong, you began to writhe in place. And not so subtly, either.

His mask removed, he closed in on you—choosing not to answer your question whilst unapologetically invading your personal space. "I've kept watch over you the past week, fending off the assassins my clan sent after you." Genji spoke quietly, restraint guiding his speech as he withstood the impulse to reach out and touch you.

You fought to maintain a neutral expression while you sorted out your own emotions. Were you afraid? Pleased? Or were you angry? You should be angry. You needed to be angry to deny your desires, especially to kiss those beautifully chiseled lips of his. "You wouldn't need to go through all this trouble if you hadn't forced me to rat them out in the first place."

He craned his head slightly over his shoulder, his eyes running over the length of your body. Even though you were decent in your oversized tee-shirt, you felt very naked beneath his assessing gaze.

Genji threw caution to the wind and closed the distance, his expression softening as he drew near. But you couldn't bring yourself to retreat any further, frozen in place as he raised his hand to touch you. He brushed the stray locks from your face as he ignored the confusion on it. And when he noted the healing laceration on your temple, he gingerly trailed his fingertip over its surrounding borders. The remorse in his voice palpable, he murmured, "I'm sorry I hurt you."

Without warning, he leaned down, pressed his lips to your as he clasped the side of your neck to bring you close. It happened so quickly, it took a moment for you to realize that this was actually happening. He swept his tongue over your lips, tasting their sweetness. He couldn't deny it, how intoxicating you were to him.

And the gesture left you reeling—weightless and dizzy, you gave no opposition and let him kiss you. Your heart surged, sending fire spreading across your skin. Its fierce beating went up into your face, down into your thighs, down to where you were starting to grow wet.

"What are you doing?" You broke the kiss, fighting for your sobriety as your demand for an explanation came out whispered and timid. Your lungs were burning and your breaths labored. When you looked into his eyes, you were reminded of his cruel desire for you that night.

"Kissing you," He was breathless when he answered, his lips hovering over yours. He leaned in again only to be brushed away when you broke loose from his grasp.

"What makes you think I want this?" Your features grew cold as the bitterness surfaced, resentment for what he'd done to you. You started to distance yourself, your eyes reflecting your irate sentiment.

His eyes turned sharp, and he was no longer restraining his frustration with you. He let you withdraw from him, and he stood in place—growing perfectly still. His voice turned chilling when he confronted you. "Who are you fooling? I know what you've done in the nights gone by." He suddenly grabbed you by the arm, imprisoning your wrist in his biological hand. "I can smell your arousal."

But then, he caught the fear flickering in your eyes. He instantly let go and diverted his eyes from you. "Forgive me," He muttered, his expression obscure. "I ...don't know how to be around you." He confessed, voice suddenly revealing a vulnerability you hadn't seen in him. "And there's not a single passing moment where I do not regret harming you."

Your expression guarded, you listened intently to him—trying to decide if he deserved your forgiveness. But it was mutual, your conscience chimed. What had happened that night—after the roughhousing of course—was what you wanted, too. And you enjoyed his touch. You enjoyed it so much, you couldn't stop thinking about it. You couldn't stop thinking of him.

And what- - who you'd been wanting was right here... in front of you. Would you really deny yourself now and regret it later?

Fuck it!

You took a swift step towards him and pressed a hungry kiss to his lips, closing your eyes as you gave into the fire. Genji didn't hesitate to return your passion, pulling you hard against his body as the ravenous kiss bruised your lips. A second time tonight, his tongue swept against your lips—then further, past them, swirling against yours.

You were burning for him, feeling the ache and need build within your womanhood—feeling the arousal dampen your folds slick. Your chest heaved with rapid breaths as your hands roamed over Genji's captivating body in your excitement.

With ease, Genji lifted your form up and set you on the edge of your work desk's expansive surface. You felt the desperation and urgency in his movements, as his hands traveled along your skin, as his lips flattened against yours. The hungry caresses incited an inferno that wouldn't be quenched.

Not unless he fucked you until you came to high heavens.

Genji parted his lips, breaking the kiss and withdrew slightly when he realized that you'd hoisted your legs up to the table's surface as you were leaning back, the balls of your feet resting on the table's edge. His eyes traveled downward to where your hem was hiked up above your waist to reveal your panties. He saw the glistening on the table, where your arousal had seeped through the fabric of your garment.

His eyes flashed with thrilling lust, and he brought his fingers to your soaked cunt. His ears picked up on your stilted breathing when his callused fingertips made contact with the most intimate part of your anatomy. "Let me please you," he whispered in response to your stifled moan. "Will you allow me to please you in the best way I know how?"

"Yes," You sighed, almost shivering at the delicious touch. Have your way with me.

He forced your hips to the edge of the table and before you knew it, you returned to stand on quivering legs. Genji spun you and lifted your garment's hem further, before he took and imprisoned both your wrists in one hand. All the while, he bent you over the table's surface, belly down—where you could feel the wet slick you'd made, your own mess of arousal for him, on your burning skin.

He kept your hands folded over your lower back, trapped beneath his palm. His other hand made quick work of your panties. You felt them tumbling down below your knees, over your toes as they curled involuntarily.

You thought you'd lose your mind when you felt the silken head of Genji's erection against your skin, brushing between your slick thighs as he nestled his hard form against yours. Hotness caressed against your inner legs, rising upwards as he brought his hardened shaft to settle against the soft mound of your opening—where you felt sizzling, tingling heat coming off you, so hot it was maddening.

"I have every intention of making you cum." His voice was low and made thrills erupt along every inch of your skin. You couldn't see him with how you were positioned, but you could feel him. His arousal, his heat, his passion. "But you are the first I've done this with," He admitted, voice still low. "Since I became less human. You must tell me if I'm hurting you."

You rose to your tiptoes, your temple resting against the desk's surface, and angled your head so that you could look at his brooding, handsome face over your shoulder. Your eyes met his, and you understood that he truly cared for you. "I don't care what you are. All I know is that I want you." You replied earnestly. "I know you won't hurt me."

His eyes turned hard and hungry, reflecting his commitment to have you.

And when you pressed back against him, you squirmed so that your wetness smeared along his erection. It was a pleading gesture—you were begging for his penetration, imploring to feel him inside you just as you've dreamt for several nights now. "Hurry and fuck me."

Genji gave a low, knowing chuckle in response to your urgent demand. You felt his body recede from you, felt his strong grip relent on your wrists and finally release you.

Then, you felt his strong hands on your ass, squeezing, kneading. Pressure exposed your soaked folds to him, and the broad cockhead squeezed against your wet entrance.

You shut your eyes tight, letting the pleasure run through your entire body as Genji pressed forward. His head, his length, his dense heat buried inside you. You couldn't help but moan your approval as he stretched you wide around him.

As his hard form slammed against you, his hands roamed up your back. Genji reveled in the feeling of you, surrendering to his obsession with you. He relished the feeling of your tightness around him, enjoyed the way your breasts felt in the palms of his hands. Your moans and cries for him were music to his ears.

And it dawned on him that his desire for you went beyond physical yearning. He wanted more with you, and the desire had begun long before tonight, when he took it upon himself to be your discreet sentinel—when he'd observed your behaviors, your habits.

"Oh yes, Genji," You sighed involuntarily when you felt the hotness flood upwards inside you, as your body tingled and sang beneath him. He felt absolutely perfect inside you, hitting every nerve, every hidden contour of your cunt.

His fingers closed around your breasts, groping greedily beneath the fabric of your shirt—experiencing the texture of your skin, the softness of your flesh. His lips left searing kisses on your shoulder, moving to the back of your neck, and he breathed in your heady scent.

Your thighs quivered, and you urged him on between fitful breaths, "Take me. Fuck me. Don't hold back."

Captivated by your ardor, Genji moved to meet your demands.

You felt the thick bulb of his erection, straining against your entrance as he almost extracted himself, threatening to pull out, to pop free from your needful flesh and deprive you of the satisfying hardness you desired inside you.

But damp, arousing noises filled the air as his member forced its length inside you—as his body met yours with a thrust full of impact. Your body tensed beneath him, then instantly writhed when it registered the abounding pleasure his manhood elicited.

Your secretions flowed around him, covering your skin and his, soaked up by your shirt as it dripped onto the wooden surface of the table. Which shook with his continuing thrusts—rough and fast, deep and desperate.

His hot breath resounded in your ear as he propelled his hips against you, as he shook your entire body. He fucked you hard, possessed by a hungry force he'd never experienced before—not even when he was young and reckless still.

Each thrust fueled the fire, each thrust sparked lightning through your body. Every stab of Genji's hardened member swept against the sensitized nerve inside you so perfectly, and every jerk did the same. It threatened to end your sanity.

Your breath was faster and hotter, matching his intensity. All you could focus on was the slick, sticky noises as his male flesh grazed against your spot over and over. You felt something well up inside you, coming closer, coming swiftly.

Your release came inevitably—beautiful. Perfect.

You were cumming with his cock inside you.

Quivering, fluttering around him.

The rhythm of his breath matched his thrusts as Genji groaned with pained delight. He let his climax approach, urged by your contracting heat around his pistoning length.

And when his came, he crushed his whole body against you so roughly and erupted deep into your cunt. His cock flexed and shuddered within you, spurting white into your cunt, spilling fire inside your entire body.

The orgasm made you so high with pleasure, your consciousness lapsed for a moment.

Spent, you lay beneath him, unmoving—listening to his pants as he rode out his peak.

You didn't dare think about what this meant, or what would come after this.

He kept himself pressed against you, buried himself as deep inside as he could, as his cock twitched and jerked to emit the last spurts of his pleasure deep into your body. Genji's lips fluttered on the base of your neck, trailing kisses upwards to your cheek.

"I don't think I can live without you," He said into your ear. Out of nowhere.

Your eyes snapped open, and your whole body went stiff when the words settled in your head. Genji noticed the tension in you and withdrew from you.

Easily, he lifted you in his arms and carried you to your bed. He laid you down gently and sat on its edge beside you, looking intently into your eyes, waiting for your response—waiting for you to reciprocate his feelings. "Say something."

"What would you have me say?" You finally uttered, your cheeks flushed from his dreamy gaze. And the intense pleasure you'd just experienced.

"Say you want to be with me. Say that you're willing to give ...whatever we have—whatever this is—a try, because I'm not alive without you."

Biting your lower lip, you paused and trained your eyes on his hopeful features. You'd be crazy to say no. He was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. You were just as taken by him as he was you. "Alright," You finally responded.

Genji smiled genuinely, happily, upon your answer, and you felt your breath stolen away. You didn't think you've ever seen a smile more beautiful than his.

He captured your lips with his, kissing you fully and tenderly. When he drew back, he looked into your eyes and grinned. "Don't think I'm finished with you, yet."

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A/N: RIP your pussy. 😂 I realize this is more emotional and sappy than the first part. I intended for it to end on a happy note and decided to leave the ending like this. Sorry for typos, I'm a terrible proofreader.

And sorry about the long wait, guys. Future heads up - I'm going to make a Doomfist lemon. Not sure when, yet. But eventually. Thank you so much for reading and voting and commenting, you guys! You bring tears of joy to my eyes. No joke. I'm so grateful for all the support I've received. Stay tuned for more, y'all.

Love, Mei