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Angela considers herself a good person. In fact shes often described by others as angelic. In terms of her sex life, she'd been slow to try out new flavors other than vanilla.
Her ex girlfriend had once pulled out a whip and it took nearly 20 minutes to convince Angela it would hurt in a good way.
And it hurt in an amazing way.
Sadly, Angela never had another lover who's interests delved into the art of sexual pain- nor was she confident enough to ask for it.
Until Genji.
Genji Shimada was the newest edition to her list of lovers- granted the list was pretty short- and he was by far the most passionate and caring man she'd ever met.
Though he was made of metal, his touch was soft. On quiet nights she could hear the gentle whirr of machinery - at first it'd keep her up, but now it was the most comforting sound in the world. She'd never felt more loved or cared for than when Genji hugged her in his sleep.
Even though he was sweet, an incredible man, he was a god damn sadist.
He'd sat her down one day to have a talk about eachothers sexual interest- something Angela had never done before. At first she'd thought he was joking, playfully shoving his arm. In response to this, he took off his visor to show exactly how serious he was.
And so the painfully awkward talk began, as he explained his kinks, and she explained hers. After she explained that she had almost no experience in this field- he explained that he was a sadist in probably the most flat tone of voice she'd ever heard. The thought surprised her, that someone so sweet could be so... filthy. Even so, she was incredibly intrigued.
Angela explained that she was... more than happy to try something new.
They'd established safe words, gestures, Genji went over what he was and wasnt okay with, and in turn Angela established her limits. It was touching how much he respected her.
After all was said and done he innocently asked if she wanted to try it out. Right there. Despite her beet red face and squirming legs, she said yes.
And she decided 30 seconds in that sex with Genji should be classified as a drug- only one taste and youre hooked for life.
After that it was all she craved- Genji had absolutely ruined vanilla sex for her.
Though she could tell he was holding back everytime they'd gotten intimate- afterward she could tell he wasn't completely satisfied.
Angela decided she would have to fix that.
She'd played around , trying to find his switches and see what buttons to push. So far she'd found none- and it was frustrating her to no end.
Surely no man could be perfect. She had one more idea to test out.
There was a party tonight. All overwatch elite memebers invited- a celebration of the victory in Volskaya hosted by the International Council.
There would be many politicians there- plenty of boring men in ugly black suits that are far too tight for them. Men far to underwhelming to even compare to Genji.
And thats why she was determined to flirt with them.
She wore her best dress- a white strapless coming down to her knees. Worked on her make-up excessively, and she was right on schedule.
The party was pretty dull- white wine barely able to make Lucio slightly tipsy- and he was a lightweight at best. Hana was hiding in the bathroom on her phone, 'desperately trying to get away from this bland borefest', as she put it.
Angela had found what she was looking for immediately, a circle of men age 35- 40 talking amongst eachother- and as she got closer she realized they were "complementing" the other ladies' appearences. Perfect.
She tapped a brunette on the shoulder, starting the conversation with boring starters. She glanced over his shoulder to see Genji looking at her, he tilted his head when she ignored him.
She really hoped this would work, because this man was about as boring as the party.
He introduced himself as Kevin, smiling like an idiot as he stared at her cleavage. Angela pretended to not notice, laughing at whatever dumb joke he told her- probably making her seem like an idiot to most other people.But Angela knew that Genji knew exactly what she was doing. He knew she wasn't an idiot.
And based on how he was walking over there, she was right.
"Excuse me, sir, mind if I borrow her for a moment?" Genji asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from Kevin before he even got a reply.
He stormed down a hall, grip tighter than before as he turned the corner and slammed her into a wall, she gasped as his fingers dug into her waste- stinging slightly.
"I know what youre doing, Angela" He said in a low, threatening voice that sent shivers down her back. "Didn't your mother teach you not to play with fire?"
She swallowed the knot in her throat and shrugged innocently, putting on her best puppy eyes she could in this situatuon.
"I don't see what you mean, Genji." She moved her hand to rest on his shoulder.
She gasped when he moved a hand under her dress, slowly going up her thigh. She holds her breath when she hears the mechanical hiss of Genjis visor being taken off. He drops it on the ground and slams his lips into hers, biting her tongue and lips til they're red. She whimpers into his mouth when he starts petting her clit through her panties, and moans when he inserts two fingers into her.
Genji chuckles when he sees how wet she is, curling his fingers up into her sweet spot. She arcs off the wall and calls out his name.
Genji huffs and pulls his fingers away, placing his thigh between her legs, arms now on either side of her.
"G- Genji?" She whispered, confused on what he wanted her to do.
"You want to come?"
She nodded profusely.
"Work for it."
Angela bit her lip when she realized what he expected her to do.
She rolled her hips foward, grabbing Genjis shoulders for support- moaning into the empty hall. He drew out a shuriken and lightly dragged it down her back. Angela whimpered at the feeling.
"Please, please..." she pleaded to him, and for once, he listened. Genji started the line again, pushing the weapon into her and breaking the skin on her back. She arced into him, her wetness leaking onto his thigh.
She was close- so close. And Genji could tell- because he removed his thigh and let her fall to the ground- licking his fingers free from blood.
Angela lay there, writhing on all fours, arms stinging from catching her fall.
"After we get back to the base, come find me in your office." He snapped his visor back on, giggling as he walked away.
Angela could not wait for the night ahead.