ＳＡＵＣＹ ＴＡＬＥＳ 〈Overwatch Oneshots〉

in secret - blackwatch genji x reader [part two]

"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.