Reward for my Eternal Friend patron!

They asked for Lúcio bottoming for someone who can overpower him, but not necessarily subbing!

So here is Lúcio/Reaper + Genji with Genji getting cuckolded :)

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Reaper is just as intimidating while fucking as he is on the battlefield. The sounds he makes, are honestly verging on ridiculous. His heavy, throaty breathing could rival Roadhog’s, which honestly is not that bad of a thought in the current situation.

Genji sits off to the side, hands primly folded between his knees.

Who would have thought that the erstwhile playboy would enjoy it so much to be cuckolded?

Lúcio, in any case, is thankful. His exhibitionist streak is a mile wide, and coupled with Reaper’s fat cock ramming him until he sees stars is a match made from heaven.

“Your cock issss s-s-so *big!” Lúcio stutters out through the fast, sharp thrusts as Reaper drills into him. His hands are clutching at the bedding, eyes rolling up into his head. Whenever Reaper pushes in, it feels like he’s striking gold; cock sliding deep and hitting Lúcio right in his molten middle where it makes his body sing and his eyes tear up.

Reaper doesn’t answer much, other than a slow, theatrical laugh. It’s vibrating through Lúcio just as much as the bone rattling thrusts he’s getting. Reaper has him in a mating press and is fucking straight down into Lúcio’s belly until stars explode in his vision and he can barely even make Genji out.

“Some get better with age,” Reaper suddenly murmurs in his purring way. Lúcio can tell that he’s turning his masked face to look over at Genji, disdain dripping from his voice as he ends with. “... and some… not.”

The valves on Genji’s shoulders extend with a hiss, steam releasing in thin pressurized plumes.

Reaper makes a soft, derisive clicking sound, then looks back down at Lúcio clawing at the bedding. His mouth has been hanging open for a while now; he feels like he can’t get enough oxygen in otherwise, but he’s also chewing and suckling on the edge of a pillow.

“He’s so easy for it… it’s no feat to get him brainless,” Reaper keeps drawling. He tries to seem aloof and too cool for any of it, but he can’t quite keep the breathlessness out of his voice.

Lúcio doesn’t mind. As far as he is concerned, Reaper can say whatever the *fuck he wants as long as he keeps fucking him like this, and making Lúcio’s body feel all too tender and ready to *pop.

Even his bladder is chiming in on the sweet, overall ache. It can’t be full, but it feels like it anyway. With every push in, it feels like Reaper’s dick is nudging against it and making the need to just let go and *piss himself mount ever higher.

He’s holding on by the skin of his teeth, but his orgasm is just *there as well, and he’s not sure what he’ll do when the tides finally crash over his head and take him away.

Genji is keeping distance, but he’s leaning forward even so, elbows planted on his knees and staring intently at Lúcio getting fucked like a slut and going more than easy for another cock.

“Has he ever sounded like that for you?” Reaper gloats as he fucks back inside and makes Lúcio gurgle helplessly. He is trying to clench around the fat dick, but his body is barely obeying him as is.

Genji slowly shakes his head, his dark eyes glinting with interest, cheeks ruddy red with an embarrassed flush. One hand wanders to his crotch, cupping the fine mesh segment that is keeping his cock protected.

“You’re always been bad with your dick,” Reaper concludes smug. He reaches forward and grabs Lúcio’s thick braids to pull his head back and up.

“Look at him while I fuck the brain out of him,” he orders, and Genji obediently looks at Lúcio, while Lúcio stares back at him. His eyes must be crossing because he’s seeing double, but he just can’t help it.

Reaper has picked up the pace, and it is like getting fucked by some kind of machine. He bites his tongue, then clenches his teeth together, just holding on for the ride as his stud breeds him nice and deep and makes it very clear that Lúcio can’t hold a candle to him strength-wise.

When orgasm washes through him, everything goes nice and white and static fills his ears. He still doesn’t know if he’s coming or pissing.