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Cassidy x Reader

You lay on your side, the soft cream duvet draped lazily across your naked body, as you stare out of the French doors that lead to the garden. 

"Where are you Cassidy?" You think aloud. 

He's been gone for seven days with the other members of Overwatch, after Winston sent a recall message out to everyone. Cole wouldn't tell you much about the mission, only something about Widowmaker and Reaper trying to infiltrate a building somewhere. Sighing, you roll over to face the bedroom door. As your eyes adjust to the darkness you gasp upon seeing a dark figure in the doorway. The amber light that cuts through the thick smoke is familiar to you, creating a sense of comfort that settles deep in your bones. 

"Cassidy.." You murmur, sitting up in your shared bed. 

"Howdy, darlin'," he says after a long drag of his cigar. 

"I've missed you." You admit, fumbling with your hands. 

He kicks off the doorframe, ashing the cigar into the intricately carved ash tray you got him for his birthday the previous year.

"I missed you too honeypot."

Your breath catches in your throat as he moves to sit next to you on the bed, even though you've been together for five years, he still manages to make you nervous. He places his hand against your cheek, you lean into it as you examine his face, his beautiful brown eyes-specked with gold, his shaggy brown hair, and the chiseled jawline under his beard. 

"As much as I'd love to sit here and stare at you, gorgeous.. I'm gonna shower so I can get in this bed with you." 

You nod and allow him to pull away, watching him stalk away to the bathroom. 

Twenty minutes later Cole exits the bathroom, smoke billowing out around him, a towel secured low on his hips. The ever present furrow in his brow lets you know just what kind of week he's had. 

"Stressful mission?" You ask, scooting over and patting the empty space beside you.

 "Somethin' like that," he huffs while sliding in. "But I don't wanna talk about that now."

You nod, understanding he needs your comfort in this moment. Without another word, you climb on top of him, straddling him. Even through the inky black of the night you can see the smirk growing on his face. 

"No more talking then," you breathe. 

He wastes no time, pressing his lips to yours. You meet his fierceness with a clashing of tongue and teeth, moaning when he tugs on your bottom lip. You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding against his growing member, lips quirking into a smile when you feel just how happy he is for this reunion. You squeal when he suddenly flips the two of you over, his hands on either side of your head while his body presses yours against the mattress. 

With a final press to your lips, he begins peppering kisses down your neck, collarbone, and chest. His fingers grab each of your nipples, pulling and twisting until they're taut, leaving you mewling and begging for more.

"Cassidy. Please." You whimper. 

He works more kisses down your stomach, biting your thighs, holding your hips tightly leaving you defenseless. 

"I love when you beg," he purrs.

"Cole, please. I-I need you."

He groans while placing his head between your legs. "Is this what you want, darlin'?"

His breath coasts over your sensitive bud, sending a tingling sensation throughout your body. 

"Y-yes please."

He swipes his tongue up once and you jolt, earning a dark chuckle from him. 

"Beg," he demands.

You groan, fisting the sheets, you'd do anything for this man. 

"Cassidy, please eat my pussy. I want you to leave me soaking baby."

His pants across your pussy let you know just how well you did. 

"Cole, please." 

He dives into your cunt, licking and sucking, leaving you writhing. 

"God, oh God," you cry.

He reaches up with his biotic arm, slapping your nipple, the cool metal against your tender flesh makes you jolt.

"Fuck!" You yell.

He peers up at you from beneath full lashes, "Don't ever have another mans name in your mouth while mine is on your pussy."

You moan as he continues with his ministrations. With each stroke of his tongue you feel the cord inside you tightening, threatening to snap. Cassidy plunges two fingers inside you, coaxing you to the brink of ecstasy. When he adds a third finger, the cord snaps and you cum hard, a silent scream leaving your lips. He doesn't stop pumping his fingers until you're utterly soaking and your release coats his fingers. Cassidy sits up, the towel falling off his hips to expose his extremely hard and massive cock. Your mouth waters at the prospect of tasting the pre-cum leaking from his tip. Cassidy uses the opportunity to plunge his fingers deep into your throat.

"Suck them," he says gruffly. 

You oblige and moan at the taste of your sweet release. Watching you get off on the taste of yourself sends his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and he stifles a moan. As you twirl your tongue around his fingers, cleaning off the remainder, he pops them out of your mouth. His biotic arm rests next to your head, while the other snakes around your neck.

"Ride me, cowboy," you say breathlessly. 

He smirks as he lines his head up with your entrance, pushing deep inside of you, filling you utterly and completely. 

He grunts as he fills you to the hilt, "Fuck, you feel so good."

You flutter around him, earning another groan. 

He squeezes your neck while saying, "I suggest you stop that darlin', or this will be over before it's even begun."

You bite your lip to contain your laughter and he shakes his head. He pulls out leaving you empty and pouting.

"What do you want babydoll?"

You moan beneath him, "I want you to fuck me Cassidy." 

His grip on your throat tightens before he plunges back inside of you. You cry out as he repeatedly pumps in and out, harder and harder with each stroke. The slapping of skin, the clashing of teeth, and the smell of hot musky sex fills the room. As you once again feel the familiar sensation of molten lava coursing through your veins, you whimper and mewl. 

"Cole-Cole, I'm so close baby."

His hips move with unbridled desperation, wanting to push you past the edge. He grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and manages to sit deeper than before, hitting that spot that makes you sing. You cry out as you cum hard, body trembling and sparks exploding through your body. You feel Cole's cock twitch as your cunt begins to milk him, desperate to drain him of everything. He cums loudly, crying your name as he does; whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he comes down from the high. 

His arm gives out and he comes crashing down onto you, peppering kisses all over your face. 

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too, Cowboy. Now, tell me all about your week.”

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Tonight was the night you'd been anticipating all week since Reaper asked you out. "Asking" would be generous really- more like demanded. But you didn't mind his assertiveness, you knew he couldn't help it anyway. Ever since you began at Talon several months ago, working under Moira, he'd taken an interest to you, and you to him. The man under the mask intrigued you. It wasn't often but you'd been able to get private moments alone with him late at night. Patching him up, or preparing him for missions. Week after week you grew to crave the stolen glances, the subtle touches, the side of him you knew most people didn't get to see. He obviously was still the infamous Reaper everyone knew and feared. 

As you blot your deep red lipstick, finishing your make-up, you're interrupted by the sharp sound of three knocks at your door. You rush over to answer it, attempting to stifle the giant smile that's spread across your face. You swing it open, not daring to keep him waiting any longer, and come face to face with Reaper, sharply dressed.  

"Hi," you breathe. 

"Hi Angel," he murmurs, letting a smile loose for a second. "You look beautiful."

Your breath catches in your throat and your cheeks immediately turn a bright shade of pink. 

"T-thank you Reaper."

He chuckles while extending an arm for you to take. 

"Right now, I'm Gabriel." 

As dinner comes to a close, Gabriel brushes a hand across your knee causing you to cross your legs. It does little to ease the burning fire that has long been ignited in your core since the beginning of the date. A cocky smirk graces his already too handsome face as he realizes the affect he has on you. As he asks the waiter for the bill you think about how badly you want to feel his luscious lips all over your body and how you want to tangle your fingers in his dark curly locks. Gabriel snaps you out of your depraved thoughts with a hand possessively placed on your shoulder. 

"Angel?" He says. "Are you ready?"

You nod your head, standing as he pulls your chair out.

"The car is out front."

You take his already extended hand and follow his lead out of the restaurant. He helps you into his blacked out Audi R8, sliding a hand up your dress slightly, sending blood rushing to your cheeks. 

The ride back to Talon headquarters isn't made any easier due to his heavy petting and the damned smirk on his face. You're sure your panties are soaked and you haven't even made it to his place yet. And by the time he's unlocking the door to his apartment,  you're sure you're dripping. The thick outline in his pants tells you he feels the same way. Once you're inside his demeanor borders dark. Gabriel throws his coat to the floor, starting on unbuttoning his dress shirt. He pops them open, one by one, agonizingly slow. Watching his large, veiny hands work gets you impossibly more hot. 

"I'm about to lay some things out for you. Okay, angel?"

You nod, suddenly finding your mouth void of any moisture. 

He smiles while pulling his shirt off, draping it across the back of a chair. 

"One; I do things... A bit unconventionally. Two; I won't stop unless you use your safe word which will be..." He stalks closer to you, placing his palm against your face and dragging his thumb down your lip, smearing your red lipstick down your chin. "Red. The safe word is red."

You moan while leaning into his touch, its intoxicating.

"I want you to strip for me now, angel." 

He pulls his hand away and brings it back against your cheek, smacking it. Immediately, you kick your heels off before sliding the straps to your black mini-dress down your shoulders. You slowly push the fabric down your chest and over your hips, enjoying watching him watching you with hungry eyes. As soon as the dress hits the floor, Gabriel throws you over his shoulder, smacking your ass as he walks the two of you into his room. 

"You think it's okay to tease me, angel?" He growls while throwing you down onto the mattress. You gasp as he flips you over and drags you to the middle of the bed. 

"I'm sorry Gabe-" you start.

"-You'll apologize to me in other ways." He interjects. 

The ever present blush on your cheeks seems to somehow intensify. The sound of chains rattling from behind you catches your attention. As you attempt to turn to see the source of the noise, Gabriel pushes your head into the mattress and snaps at you to keep still. It's only when cold metal clamps over each ankle do you understand what is going on. Gabriel fists a handful of your hair and pulls your head up, sliding a blindfold over your eyes and then letting your head return to the bed. You feel his presence disappear from behind you and shortly after you hear a drawer and some rustling. Your senses are heightened and you feel defenseless all at the same time. 

You feel strips of leather across your thighs, your legs chained and wide open. Gabe brings the whip down, again and again, as you cry out. 

"Fuck!" Though the pain courses through you, you've never felt more alive. "Gabriel!"

He groans as he sets the whip down, palming your ass before smacking it. 

"You like being abused, huh? You little slut."

You moan as the whip comes down again, across the now red and raised flesh, nodding your head. Gabriel reaches under your waist with an arm, hoisting you up until you're on your hands and knees, arousal dripping down your legs. Gabriel kneels, licking up your thighs not letting a single drop go to waste. You buck, the feeling sends sparks flying through you.

"You taste so good, baby." He breathes against your hot, wet cunt. 

"Gabriel, please." You whimper.

"Please, what?" He mutters before biting the inside of your thigh.

"Fuck! Please eat my pussy!"

Gabriel wastes no time, ripping your thong, lapping and sucking relentlessly, leaving you a whimpering and moaning mess. 

"You're soaking for me, you know that?" 

He gently tugs at your clit before pressing a kiss to it.

"You eat it so well." You mewl.

He stands, reaching over and uncapping a bottle. Cold, thick liquid slides down your ass and he rubs it over your hole with a hard bulb shaped plug.

"You're going to take this like the slut that you are, aren't you?"

You nod your head vigorously, "Y-yes."

He teases your entrance, ensuring the plug is sufficiently coated in lube before pressing the tip inside. The pressure elicits a gasp from you, you fist the soft, black sheets, forcing yourself to take it. Soon, Gabriel has pushed the entirety of the plug into your ass, a black jewel cresting the rim. He smacks your ass once more before you hear his pants hit the floor.

"I want you to only refer to me as Sir or Reaper from here on out. Do I make myself clear?"

You attempt to move your legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

"Yes, sir." 

You feel the bed rock and move and soon you feel him in front of you. Reaper runs a hand up and down your back where it finally stops on the nape of your neck. His hand snakes up, grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking your head up. You feel the tip of his cock at your lips, leaking pre-cum.

"Open wide, little slut," he growls.

On demand, your mouth pops open, allowing him to plunge his impossibly large cock deep into your throat. You gag and tears begin to well in your eyes. Reaper rips the blind fold off your head before saying, "I want to watch you gag on this cock."

You nod slightly, drool running down your chin. Both of his hands tangle in your hair before he pulls his hips back and slamming them forward, sending his cock even further down your throat. You whimper, and the tears that were building fall down your face, your make-up now streaked and smudged. He moans at the sight of you, on your hands and knees, eyes red-rimmed, drool now down your neck and tits. He pulls back again, this time ramming repeatedly in and out of your throat, his head thrown back. 

"You're taking it so good," he grunts.

You moan at his praise, forcing yourself to hang on as your vision begins to dot due to the lack of oxygen. When your eyes begin to flutter he finally pulls out of your mouth, still hungry and needing to be sated. As you greedily suck in air, your vision returning, Reaper makes his way behind you. He slaps your ass, making sure to hit the plug, eliciting a cry from you.

"You know how beautiful you look when you've been used by me, angel?"

He lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance before sinking it in to the hilt. You scream, feeling your pussy stretch, trying to accommodate to his size. 

"I can't take it, Sir. It's too big."

His hand comes down hard against your ass, leaving an angry welt. 

"You can and you will take this dick. You're going to take it and enjoy it like the slut you are."

You groan when he pulls out, already missing the feeling of him filling you so utterly.

"Please, Reaper. Fuck me hard. I can take it, I promise." 

He chuckles darkly, while slapping your pussy.  "Beg. I want you to beg you fucking whore."

The chains rattle as you tremble, desperate to have him fill you so wholly. 

"Sir, please. Please fuck me, I want you to ruin me. Please, please, please."

Almost immediately, Reaper grabs your hands, pulling them behind you and pinning them against your back with one of his.

"Remember, you begged for this," he growls as he plummets into you.

Again and again he slams into you, your face pressed against the mattress, your hands pinned and your legs bound. 

"Turn around and look at me while I fuck your tight cunt, angel."

Desperate to watch the man you've been infatuated with for so long enjoy himself, you crane your neck, enamored with his beauty. His jaw is set and his brows are furrowed in pleasure as he helps himself to all of you.

"I'm cumming in this ass, do you hear me?"

You whimper as he pops the plug out from your puckered hole.

"Reaper-" you whine. "I-I don't think I can handle that."

He cocks a brow while opening the bottle of lube, "I don't give a fuck what you think you can handle. You're my whore aren't you?"

You nod, deciding to trust in him. "Yes sir, I'm sorry."

He smirks while patting your ass, "good girl."

His praise leaves you reeling and desperate for more. As soon as you tell him you're ready, he generously applies the lube to his cock and your ass. He leans over your body, sliding his arm in front of your face.

"Bite me if the pain is too much. Take it out on me."

You rest your cheek on his arm as you feel his head press against your entrance. Then, without any further warning, he presses into you. You sink your teeth into his arm and he moans. 

"You're so tight. Tell me, am I the only one who's been here, angel?"

You unlatch from his arm, and with a trembling voice say, "Y-yes Reaper, you're the only one."

You close your mouth around his forearm once again as he pushes further into you. 

"Fuck baby, we're halfway there. You're doing so good." 

You feel yourself flutter around him, causing him to moan loudly.

"You like that? You like when I praise you, baby?"

You nod and when he pushes all the way inside you, you bite down even harder. A metallic tang fills your mouth and you revel in it. He assumes a rhythm, pounding in and out of you, leaving you a sputtering and blubbering mess. 

"I'm gonna cum baby. Use that pretty ass of yours and milk my cum out of my cock like the slut you are."

You both cum at the same time, your walls milking and coaxing his release greedily. After a few more pumps, he crashes down on top of you. You're both panting as he rests his face in your hair. Once he's caught his breath he stands and releases you from the chains. You collapse, utterly exhausted. Reaper stands at the end of the bed, smiling. A sight so rare you have to ask why. His response stirring the butterflies in your stomach.

"Because you look so utterly fucked and so utterly mine."

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It was your first day on the job when you embarrassed yourself in front of Hanzo. Carrying a freshly polished gold tray with tea to serve to the elders, you turn a corner and bump straight into him. Teacups and cutlery fly everywhere, the tea spills onto the floor, and you freeze immediately. Your heart sinks, and your face pales.

"I-I'm so sorry, Sir."

Panting, you frantically begin trying to scoop up the pieces of broken China onto the tray, hoping you won't lose your job, or even your life.

Hanzo kneels down, sighing softly, "It's alright, here- let me help you."

You shake your head, "Sir I could never ask for your help, please forgive me." You drop to your hands and knees, bowing, begging for forgiveness- a sign of respect amongst the Shimada clan.

Hanzo grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up gently to look at him. "There is nothing to forgive little dove," he smiles reassuringly. "Please, stand up," he says while standing, extending a hand for you to take.

Your legs tremble as you stand, and butterflies flutter around in your stomach. You tamper down your feelings because despite his attractiveness, you can't help but be intimidated by the rumors surrounding the infamous man before you. "T-thank you, Master Hanzo." You blush furiously.

"Tell me, how long have you been working here?" He questions before gesturing to the hallway you'd turned from. As you follow him you speak, "Today is my first official day."

He nods, "that explains why I've never seen you before."

"Yes sir, and it seems I've already made a bad impression," you frown, shrugging your shoulders bringing the attention to the broken teacups on the tray.

You make it to the door of the kitchen before he speaks again. "You've certainly made an impression on me, and it wasn't a bad one. I hope to see you again."

He leaves you blushing at the door, though you knew he was just being kind. He was the future leader of the Shimada clan and you were just a maid. There was no way you had a chance with him, but it never hurt to dream. You sigh as you quickly remake the tea that was spilt and grab new dishware. Maybe there is more to him than the rumors let on.

-

You'd been working in the castle for a little over a week now and hadn't bumped into Hanzo since your first day. Even though you'd kept reminding yourself to not hold your breath and that it was definitely just a one off moment. You couldn't help but hope that he was in a room you'd been tasked to tidy up, or in a hallway you were passing through. As the days drifted on you tried more and more to suppress the feelings you felt for him.

The head mistress had tasked you to tidying up one of the chambers in the west wing, you'd yet to see that side so you were looking forward to exploring. As you made your way through the winding corridors and many stairs, you finally made it to the west wing, quickly getting to work. The hours flew by and suddenly you found yourself on the last room, you pushed the door open, dragging in your cleaning cart. When you finally got it inside, you turned to inspect the state of the room, which turned out to be a personal gym.

You freeze in your tracks when you spot a shirtless, slender yet muscular man in the middle of the room. He’s holding a sword, practicing movements, clearly lost in thought. Pulling yourself out of your shock you cough, "I'm sorry for intruding sir. I-I'll come back this evening." You shake your head, beginning to turn and drag the cart back out.

His deep voice stops you in your tracks, "You don't have to go. Please, don't let me stop you from doing your job."

You nod your head, bowing to show respect to the man clearly of high enough status to have his own personal wing. "Of course, I'll stay out of your way- Master..." Trepidation scuttles down your spine, unintentionally coming off as rude. How could you not know one of the clan members names? You gulp, hoping he wouldn't notice the way you trailed off.

"Genji-" he informs. "My name is Genji."

Panic spurs in your gut, of course its Master Genji, Hanzo's little brother and second in line to the Shimada clan. What twisted luck you have.

"Forgive me, Sir," you sputter out, immediately dropping to your hands and knees.

The sound of his footsteps approaching you fill your ears and your breathing was bordering erratic. "I could have you punished for that, you understand?"

Your face pales and you don't dare to move, breathe even. "Y-yes, I would deserve it."

He chuckles as you feel a hand on your shoulder, "You're lucky I don't actually believe in such punishment. At least for something as frivolous as this. Relax, little blossom."

You exhale shakily as Genji helps you to your feet. "Thank you Master Genji." You bow once more, trying to shake off the fire that has coiled itself around your bones from his touch. There is no denying how handsome he is. Attractiveness clearly running in the family. "I'm so grateful you and your brother are such forgiving employers."

You notice him stiffen slightly before speaking, "Ah, so you met Hanzo?"

You nod while pulling some cleaning supplies out of your cart, making your way to the table on the right side of the room. "You could say that, I bumped into him in a hallway on my first day here. I spilled tea everywhere. I was so grateful for the grace in which he handled my mistake."

For the next hour while you make your way around the room, you and Genji continue in pleasant conversation, with you occasionally sneaking glances at his glistening, toned body. His tone felt flirtatious but you didn't dare speak on it. You'd heard rumors that Genji was the play-boy of the two. Living a much more free life compared to Hanzo. You knew his silver tongue came easy and it was definitely unintentional. As with Hanzo, you and Genji would never happen.

"Everything is cleaned in the rest of the wing," you declare while smiling, making your way back to the cart. "Thank you for the conversation, Master Genji."

"Hold on," he calls out, jogging over to you. "Is your shift done after this?"

Your heart pounds in your chest, and you struggle trying to appear cool, calm, and collected on the outside. Trying to think of a reasonable explanation for his question. "Yes Sir. I just have to take my cart back."

His arm stretches behind his back, his hand scratching the nape of his neck, "Come out with me tonight?"

You gasp quietly, your brain wracking with reasons why. "Me.. With you?"

A slight smile creeps upon his lips, knowing he has you in the palm of his hands, "That's what I said isn't it?"

"B-but to be seen with me? Sir, I can't do that to you..." You mumble, your hands clasping behind your back.

"And why not?" Genji brings his palm to your cheek, and instinctively you lean into it. "You're beautiful, and quite witty if I may add."

"I'm a maid, and you're... You." You say.

He smiles, his hand ghosting over your shoulder and down your arm before taking your hand. "It doesn't matter to me what you do. But no one has to know if you'd prefer."

You nod, not daring to defy him, of course any woman would kill to be in your position but, because of your status in life.. You can't help but feel, concerned. "I'd be honored." His smile widens and your heart melts, you've never felt like this before. Except.. With Hanzo. Your mind quickly brings the thought of him to the forefront and you have to fight to push it away.

"Meet me in the garden tonight at eight, I'll be waiting." He says.

"Of course, I won't be late Master." You rush out, you cant help but be excited.

As he releases your hand he says, "Love, just call me Genji. There's no need for formalities now."

"I'll see you tonight Genji," you say through a toothy grin while exiting the room.

-

Glaring at yourself through your old, hand-me-down mirror, you swipe on the finishing touches of your lipstick. Making sure you look presentable enough to be on the arm of one of the most esteemed men in the village. Through the mirror you can see the clock strike seven fourty five, and you squeal, rushing to grab your clutch and run out of the door.

You finally make it to the garden at exactly eight, and as promised, Genji is waiting. You see him near the side gate, under the cherry blossom tree, adjusting his Rolex on his wrist.

"Genji!" You call out, smiling like a fool and waving to him.

He turns on his heels, giving you a smile in return, "Hello, little blossom."

You make it to him, practically falling into his outstretched arms, embracing in his gentle hug. You make sure to soak in the moment, the smell of his cologne, the feeling of his body against yours, and how safe you feel, knowing it could very well be the one and only time this happens.

"I can't believe this is happening," you breathe.

He shakes his head, grabbing your hand and twirling you around, "and I can't believe how gorgeous you are."

"I hope I look good enough to be seen with you," you blush as he places your hand on his arm.

"You're stunning," he affirms while leading you to the blacked out vehicle that is parked just beyond the gate.

He opens the door for you, letting you slide in first before following closely behind. While you settle in, he leans forward, whispering something to the chauffer, and then sits back, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

"So, where are we going?" You ask.

"I've made reservations for the Omakase restaurant in town. Have you been?"

You shake your head, your head dipping slightly. You've never been able to even dream of being able to afford to eat at a place like that. Your hands fidget with each other in your lap as you whisper, "no."

His unoccupied hand reaches over to grab one of yours, "I'm sorry. That was insensitive of me to ask. But you're with me, those things don't matter now."

You smile as a blush creeps upon your cheeks. Genji takes the opportunity to move his hand from yours to your thigh, squeezing it lightly. You begin to feel that fire again, simmering low in your belly. You can't help but squirm slightly, trying to rub your legs together to relieve some of the pressure. You catch a smirk playing on his lips and bite your own.

Fifteen minutes later you've arrived at the restaurant and you're blown away. The place is small but packed. You gasp when you see the section in the far back left blocked off for just the two of you.

You're immediately sat, the waiters pulling chairs for the two of you. Once you've ordered some cocktails, and the first couple courses have been completed, the door to the restaurant opens and a tingle runs down your spine.

"Brother," A deep voice rumbles from behind you, resonating deep in your bones.

Genji stands, and you follow suit, the two of you bow to Hanzo as he now stands before you. Your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight of him. Here. While you're on a date with his brother.

"Hanzo," Genji greets.

"I don't mean to interrupt your date," he says while glancing over at you, a look of recognition flashes across his eyes.

Genji waves a hand, "Don't worry about it. Although I didn't expect to see you here tonight." You notice Genji inching closer to you, and you can't help but wonder if he's feeling protective.

Hanzo turns his focus to you, "You look beautiful tonight, little dove."

You swallow deeply, feeling like razor blades have sprouted and lined your throat, "T-thank you Master Hanzo."

He quirks a smile, loving how pliable you are, so easy to bend and break. Instinctively, Genji grabs your hand, "Isn't she? I'm lucky to have such an attractive woman on my arm."

You sense Hanzo's energy shift, a challenge lingering in the air, and you're caught dead in the middle. A waiter enters the roped off area with a tray of your next courses, cutting through the charged tension.

"Sir, I have your next course," he speaks. Sliding in between the three of you and placing the plates down. "I'll refill your cocktails."

He's gone as quick as he came and Genji takes a seat, motioning for you to do the same. You slide into your chair, peering at Hanzo from your peripheral.

"It seems they roped the area off for the two of us, Genji." Hanzo says while taking a seat at the table a few feet away from you.

Genji nods, "I take it you're not here for a date though?"

"Business venture, I don't always get the pleasure of going on dates when I wish." Hanzo jabs.

You smooth out your dress, wiping your clammy hands along the seam. The waiter returns once more with fresh drinks and you quickly down yours, needing the liquid courage. You soon feel lighter, not drunk but good enough to continue through the tense night. Throughout the night Genji makes passes at you and you catch Hanzo glancing over at you, jealousy seeping out of his pores.

As you and Genji stand to leave, Hanzo stands as well.

"You don't mind if I catch a ride with you, do you Genji?"

You catch a glimpse of Genji's jaw clenching before he answers, "of course not."

The three of you make your way to the waiting car, piling in, each brother on either side of you. Their close proximity leaves your body hot and aching.

"Can we roll the windows down?" You ask, the heat becoming too much.

The chauffeur rolls the windows down and Genji speaks, "feeling hot little blossom?"

You fidget in your seat, swallowing before you speak, "just a bit."

Both brothers smirk, and the fire in your stomach bubbles over. The insatiable need for both of them becoming too much. You're grateful for the announcement of your arrival to the castle and you practically fall out of the car, needing some space between you and them.

Genji quickly catches up to you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. "I want you to come up to my room tonight," he demands, his voice dripping with a dark edge.

You nod your head, becoming weak in the knees, his forwardness is something you're not used to at all. As he leads the two of you up to his chambers you can still feel Hanzo's presence somewhere around you.

You finally make it to his large and imposing room, taking everything in as much as you can before Genji practically pounces on you. His hand snakes up around your neck while pushing you up against the wall, your lips meeting desperately.

"I've been wanting to devour you all night," he utters into your mouth. You moan in response, winding your fingers through his hair. He taps your leg, and instinctively you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Such a good girl," he whispers in your ear, "so eager to please."

You begin grinding against him, feeling his massive cock grow against you. Before he can pull you off the wall to travel to the bed, a sharp knock at the door interrupts the moment. Genji practically growls while setting you down, before he answers the door he tells you to take a seat on the bed, which you obey.

He swings the door open, trying to reel in the frustration emitting from his body. Your mouth dries at the sight of Hanzo in the doorway.

"Yes, Hanzo?" Genji grinds out.

Hanzo exudes confidence, not backing down despite Genji's tone. "Brother, you couldn't possibly think I'd allow you to fuck my little dove before I've had the chance. Do you?"

You clench your legs together, feeling the wetness pooling in your panties. You never in your wildest dreams could've imagined the two Shimada brothers fighting over you.

"What if-" you squeak. "What if you both shared me? If that'd please you of course."

The two share a look before turning to look at you, you cross your arms, suddenly losing the bought of confidence you had mere seconds ago. Genji steps away from the door, allowing Hanzo entry, shutting the door behind him.

They both stalk over to you, and Hanzo wraps his hand around your neck. "You've been a bad girl," he mutters. "You were going to fuck my brother behind my back."

You gulp as he leans you back against the bed, Genji steps between your legs and spreads them wide.

"Now we're both going to fuck you and you're going to take it."

You nod your head as much as his large, calloused hand around your neck will allow. "Yes sir."

He leans down, pressing a rough kiss against your lips before letting go of your throat. The intense moment between you two almost causing you to forget that Genji sits between your legs. It's only when he tears the lace thong from between your legs do you remember, a gasp leaving your lips as his hot breath coasts across your already sopping cunt.

"You want me to eat this pussy, blossom?"

You mewl, squirming from just his words. "Y-yes Genji. Please."

He grabs your hips tightly, holding you in place as he dives in. Lapping and sucking as if he's devouring his last meal. Your loud moans fill the room, intensifying when Hanzo rips your dress over your shoulders, exposing your creamy, full fits. The cold hits your nipples, causing them to harden, and Hanzo seizes the opportunity to grab them. He roughly pinches them, twirling the tight buds between his fingers.

You alternate between looking at Genji delving into your pussy and Hanzo's face as he plays with your tits. Hanzo allows Genji a few more minutes before growling, "I believe it's my turn to taste our little slut, brother."

Genji stands, wiping his face across his sleeve, the evidence of your arousal glistening on his lips. "She tastes absolutely divine."

As Hanzo kneels before you, diving into his ministrations, Genji's pants drop. The sound of his belt hitting the floor grabs your attention, just in time to see his large cock springing from his pants.

"G-Genji..." You trail off as your mouth dries. "I-I don't think I can handle that."

He scoffs, grabbing the base of his dick and stroking it, the length somehow still growing. "You're going to take it. And if you don't, we'll punish you." Hanzo grunts in agreement, still enjoying your pussy. "Now open your mouth and take this fucking cock."

Your mouth springs open, and he quickly fills it. He moans as your wet, hot mouth envelops the half of his member that sits in it. "Relax your throat," he barks, slapping your cheek.

You try to do as he says, finding it difficult due to the sheer size of him. "That's my good girl," he praises as he's able to slide deeper into your throat, and you whimper around his cock.

As Hanzo stands, he slaps your pussy, causing you to buck and choke around Genji. Genji moans, gripping your arms to balance himself.

"Look at me," Hanzo demands.

Your eyes peer downward in time to see he too, now has his cock in his hands. He slides the tip along your wet slit, gathering all your juices.

"You want me to fuck your tight pussy, dove?" You whimper, drool leaking down your face and chin.

"Brother, I want to hear her beg." He says, using his thumb and forefinger to smear his pre-cum across his tip.

Genji pulls out of your throat, groaning as he does. As soon as he's out you plead, the need to be filled overtaking you.

"Please Hanzo. Please fuck me. I want you so bad."

He cocks a brow, "not good enough."

You groan, gripping the sheets beneath you. "Master Hanzo, please fuck my pussy. I'm desperate. I want you to fill me while your brother fucks my mouth."

Almost simultaneously, they both dive into you. You mewl and whimper, your pussy struggling to stretch to accommodate Hanzo's size.

Hanzo grabs your hips and grunts, "your pussy is so fucking tight. You're so wet for me."

Both of their hands roam all over your body, twisting your nipples, tightly gripping your hips and thighs, the feeling becoming too overwhelming. As Hanzo continues to pound in and out of you, you feel the fire that was burning all over finally simmer over and you squirt, the euphoria something you've never experienced, drenching his cock in your juices. The mess spills out from around the two of you and onto the bed.

He chuckles darkly, pride written across his features, "You see how messy you are? Your cunt loves my cock, you little slut."

Genji pulls out of your throat, leaning down and slapping your cheek, causing your mouth to pop open. He takes the opportunity to spit in your mouth and you moan, savoring the taste. Relishing in how exhilarated you feel in this moment. He continues his tirade down your body, kissing and biting your neck, breasts, and stomach.

"Hanzo," Genji barks. "Let me fuck her sweet pussy."

Hanzo shudders as he pulls out of you, your walls clenching around him, making it all the more difficult. Genji climbs onto the bed, grabbing you and pulling you on top of him.

"You're going to ride this fucking dick," he growls while picking you up and sheathing his throbbing member inside you. A cry leaves your lips as you slide down, fully seated to the hilt.

"You're so big," you whimper, trying to adjust, grinding and rolling on top of him. He moans in response, pounding upwards.

You notice Hanzo behind you when he grips your shoulders, leaning you forward on your hands and knees on top of Genji. With your ass in the air, Hanzo spits, rubbing it against your entrance.

"You're going to take it in the ass like the good girl you are, aren't you?" He says. "You're going to love being fucked by both of us at the same time."

You feel his tip, still soaking wet from your pussy, slowly push through the entrance. You shudder, slightly bucking from the pain, as you cry out. Hanzo grabs your hips, locking you in place as he slides further and further inside.

"Be a good whore and stay still," he says through clenched teeth. He pulls out once fully inside, only to pound back into you.

A strangled cry leaves your throat and Genji grabs your face, pulling you into a rough kiss. "You like being filled from both ends don't you?" He asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

You nod as you whimper, Hanzo continues his tirade on your ass, pumping in and out, stretching you further as Genji begins thrusting from underneath. The familiar sensation of a cord being pulled tighter and tighter begins low in your body as the sounds of skin against skin, moans and whimpers fill the room.

"Genji.. Hanzo," you cry. "I-I'm going to cum."

Hanzo slides a hand down, finding your clit, alternating between rubbing and pinching, mixing pleasure and pain. Your legs shake as the cord impossibly pulls tighter and tighter before it snaps. You cum on a silent scream, your body shaking and your eyes rolling back, your release dripping down your thighs and down Genji's cock.

Hanzo's hand snakes up your back, fisting a handful of hair as his movements become short and choppy before he follows you over the edge. Genji reaches up, toying with your taut nipples, the feeling too much to bear as you begin to cry from pure ecstasy. He cums with a loud groan, pounding until he's completely filled your pussy with his release.

Moments pass filled with heavy breathing, the three of you trying to catch your breath. They finally pull out of you, leaving you utterly empty and drained. You collapse on the bed next to Genji as Hanzo stands, walking to the bathroom. 

He returns holding a damp rag in his hands. "Open your legs for me, dove."

You do as he says, watching as he cleans you up, gently wiping the mess away from your body. Genji rolls to his side, bringing a hand to your cheek and stroking it with his thumb.

"You did so well, little blossom," he praises.

You smile lazily, exhaustion dragging you under. Hanzo grabs the duvet that had been pushed to the foot of the bed, and covers you with it.

The last thing you remember before you pass out is both brothers in the doorway, discussing something about keeping you for themselves. You fell asleep happy and looking forward to the day ahead.

Chapter Text

You still remember the day you met him. 

After a long day of work, you'd decided to stop in at one of the bars off the main road you commute on. The brisk fall air nipping at you as you rushed inside to escape it. 

You'd intended to knock back a few drinks and head home. Needing something to help relieve your stress from the day before you'd repeat it again. 

You pushed the door open, not taking long to glance around, just enough to spot an empty table to the back right. You took a seat, wanting to settle in a bit before heading to the bar to place an order. As you slid your coat off, you listened to the classic rock softly leaking through the old speakers placed around the joint.

You hummed to it as you moved to stand, but as you did, an older woman holding a tray stood in front of you. You looked up at her from your seat, her tired blue eyes, the bags under them, the messy bleach blonde hair in a bun on top of her head, and the name-tag pinned to her chest that read "Linda."

"That intense looking man across the room sent this. You wanna take it?" She said, her eyes looking down at the finger of whiskey.

You swallowed, unsure of whether or not to. "You just poured it?"

She nodded, while popping her pink bubble-gum. "Yep. He hasn't touched it."

You sighed, breathing out an "okay." 

She set it down, whistling to a song as she walked off, folding the tray under her arm. You took the crystal glass in hand, staring at the amber liquid it held. You stared at the sender before downing it in a gulp. You hissed as it went down, reveling in the burn it left behind, yet your eyes never left his. 

You took in his appearance. His perfectly styled silver hair, his intense blue eyes, and the scars that riddled his face. He was covered from head to toe but you knew under the fabric he was chiseled to perfection. It was obvious he was older, your father's age even, but despite that, he was the handsomest man you'd ever seen. 

He watched as you waved the waitress over, ordering a glass for him. You smiled as she brought it over, his eyes locked onto yours. After she'd set it down and walked off, he stood, grabbed the glass and began to stalk over to you. 

Your heart beat faster and your breath caught in your throat. You never expected him to come over. You couldn't understand why he sent the drink in the first place. You were young, naïve, and couldn't possibly be his type. Before you knew it, he was in front of you, whiskey in one hand and the other placed on the chair before him. 

"It's been a long time since someone's bought me a drink," he said, swirling the liquid around. His voice deep and beckoning.

You fought to separate your tongue from the roof of your mouth, struggling to find the words to say.

"I-it was only fair, I was just repaying the favor." 

"Mind if I take a seat?" He asked.

You shook your head, "Not at all."

Before you knew it, a couple hours and drinks had passed. The conversation turned more intimate and you felt yourself yearning to go home with him. The bartender announced last call and you took that as the cue to leave. You couldn't believe you'd stayed out this late. You stood to slide your coat on, Jack, you learned his name was, stood along with you. 

"Let me walk you home?" He questioned, holding an arm out for you.

You nodded, hand trembling in anticipation as you looped it though his arm. "Please."

You walked wordlessly down the streets, you didn't live too far, just a few blocks away. Content in the silence. As you approached your front door, you noticed him waiting at the bottom of the steps out of your peripheral. 

"Is this where I leave you little lady?" He asked, his voice low. 

"It's cold out," you thought of the excuse quickly. "Please, come in."

He took the stairs in twos, quickly making it to you. You turned the key and pushed the door open, inviting him in. 

"I don't want to sound too forward-" you started.

"-I know I'm a bit older." He interjected.

You both started and stopped speaking at the same time, a bit surprised with each other. Both of you in disbelief that the feelings were reciprocated.

"Jack.." You trailed off, peeling your coat from your arms. "Spend the night with me, please."

He nodded, hunger flashed across his eyes, the tone in the room shifting. 

"C'mere princess," he demanded. 

You immediately made your way to him, leaving your nerves behind. He didn't care about your twenty-five year age gap, he didn't care how inexperienced you were. He just wanted you. 

"It's been a long time," you both said in unison.

"I promise I'll make it good for you," he whispered.

"I know."

You grabbed his hand, leading him to your room, sitting on the edge of your bed. 

"I have a couple things to tell you," he said, unzipping his jacket and pulling his black long sleeve over his head. "I'm going to worship you, your body, I just ask that you listen to my commands."

You nodded, hypnotized by him, you took in the sight of his body, hard and beautiful. 

"Anything you want."

"And," he ran his tongue across his teeth. "I want you to only call me Daddy."

You nodded, practically panting. His dominance was something you needed, craved. 

"Tell me what to do," you breathed.

He smirked while dropping his pants, watching your eyes widen. His massive cock sprung from his pants, already hard. 

"I want you to undress." He barked.

You quickly stood, yanking your sweater over your head and pulling the skinny jeans off of your legs. Obeying his command. 

"Good girl," he praised, stepping closer to you.

As he picked you up, laying you back against the bed, you took in his smell. It was intoxicating. He smelt like smoke, cedar, and musk, toying with the waistband of your thong. 

You arched into his touch as his hands freely roamed your body. 

"You're so beautiful, princess."

You bit your lip, your body burning beneath his fingers. You ached and longed to be touched. 

"Jack," you whined.

He slid a hand under your bra, grabbing a nipple and pinching it hard. 

"I told you what to call me," he growled.

"I'm sorry, daddy," you exhaled. Electrified by his touch. 

"You want daddy to play with this pussy?" He knelt down, slowly sliding your panties down your legs.

"Y-yes.”

He threw the black fabric to the side before running a hand up your thigh, "I want you to tell me if it's good. Tell me if you want me to change anything. Okay?"

You nodded, though you were sure he was going to be perfect.

He ran his tongue up your slit, tasting your arousal that was glistening around your entrance. 

"Fuck," he moaned. "You taste so good, baby."

You bucked, the feeling and praise electrifying you. He threw your legs over his shoulders before he dove back into you. He lapped and sucked, moaning as you became wetter and wetter. He slid two fingers into your core, pumping them in and out of you. 

You writhed from the pleasure, and he locked your hips in place with strong hands. 

"I'm not done with you yet," he purred.

You panted, feeling a low heat begin deep in your core. You'd never been with anyone as experienced as Jack, he knew all the right places to make you sing as he licked and sucked.

"D-daddy," you cried out, feeling the fire rage within you. "Fuck, right there!"

His tongue worked harder, faster, loving the way you sang for him. 

"Cum on daddy's tongue," he demanded.

Long, broad strokes lured your orgasm out of the pit of your core. You came hard, shaking and whimpering as his tongue plunged inside you, not wasting any of your release. 

He rose from the floor, gently lifting and moving you to the middle of the bed before climbing on top of you. His gaze was locked onto yours, admiration flashed between his eyes, leaving you speechless. You watched as he reached down, grabbing the base of his cock, and lining it up with your entrance.

You bit your lip as he pushed inside, your cunt weeping for him.

"Princess?" He beckoned.

Your attention snapped back to him.

"Tell me how good this cock feels." He said, pushing until he was fully inside you.

"Fuck." You gasped, your pussy stretched wider than ever before. "It feels so good."

You grabbed onto his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh, leaving crescent moon indents in their wake. "You're so big daddy."

He growled, plunging in and out of you. You whimpered and mewled, loving how wholly he filled you. He pulled out, just long enough to sit back and flip you over. He placed an arm under you, lifting to place you on your hands and knees.

His hands roamed your body as he slid back into you.

"You're so beautiful, princess." He said. "So beautiful when daddy fucks you."

You were sure in this moment of intimate worship, you'd never have a lover like this again. Someone who paid attention to what you liked, what made you sing. You intended to remember this. The feeling of his lips, the way his hands roamed your body, and how his cock throbbed inside you. 

One of his hands slid around the nape of your neck, gripping it firmly while the other rested on your hip. He began pumping in and out, lewd sounds spilled from your sopping cunt. 

"You're so wet for me," he mumbled.

"You fuck me so good," you moaned as you deepened your arch. "Your cock feels so good."

He continued his sensual attack on your pussy, sliding in and out, rotating his hips, and bottoming out. His attention to your body and mind drove you crazy. 

"Princess," he barked. "Where do you want daddy to cum?"

The thought of him covering you in ropes of his hot cum made you insatiable. 

"All over me," you cried. "I want to be covered in you." 

He grunted as he pulled out of you, palming his cock. 

You flipped around, ready to accept what he had to give to you. 

Your mouth opened wide, anticipation ran through you. "Cum for me daddy."

He moaned as he stroked his cock a few times, your command alone enough to send him over the edge. Ropes of white cum spilled from his tip, coating your face and breasts. The both of you panting and drained. 

He reached over and palmed your face, a thumb smudging his release down your cheek. "So gorgeous."

-

A year later, on a night similar to the one you met him on, you made your way to the same bar. You sat at the same table, ordered the same whiskey, and hummed the same tune. You didn't expect to ever see Jack again. So when Linda appeared in front of you with a fresh finger of your new favorite whiskey sent from across the bar, your heart skipped a beat. 

Jack was here again, in the flesh, not just floating in your memories. This time, you made your way to him, repeating those same first words he said to you. 

"It's been a long time since someone bought me a drink." 

A smirk spread across his face, "have a seat, princess."

Chapter Text

You'd been in the field for close to eight months now. When you first arrived you worked with a team to commandeer an abandoned building near Eichenwalde, converting it into a makeshift hospital. Working as a field surgeon for the Crusaders meant grueling days and even harder nights. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

The charge nurse you worked alongside with, Delores, hands you a clipboard and begins to speak, "Doctor, there's a patient inbound, laceration to the left eye, not sure if it's gone or not." 

You nod, reading over the chart. The patient is a male named Reinhardt Wilhelm, late twenties, damage to his face due to an OR14 unit. You run a hand down your face, preparing for the worst. 

You made your way to the OR, scrubbing up before an assistant helped with your gown and gloves. You watch as the patient is wheeled in, your breath caught in your throat. He was handsome, huge, and somehow remained stoic despite the gash on his face. 

You push the nausea churning in your gut down, returning to your normal state of desensitized. You make your way into the room, getting closer to examine the damage. You touch his face, gently running a finger down the bloody laceration, your heart dropping. Upon examination you know the vision in his eye is gone. 

"I know, Doctor," he whispers. 

Were your expressions that obvious to read?

"I'm going to get you numbed and sewn up," you respond, motioning for the nurse to hand you a syringe. 

"You're going to feel a little sting," you warn before sanitizing and then pressing the needle into his skin. 

He doesn't even wince, his good eye focuses on you, and you blush as you continue to work. You're shocked with yourself, you've never reacted to a patient like this. You've always kept it professional. 

You shake the thoughts away, beginning to stitch the two ends of his gash together. 

"Feeling okay, Wilhelm?" You question.

He hums in response, still focused on you.

You snip the end of the thread as you finish, feeling content with your stitch work. 

"This will scar," you say as you back away from the table, pulling the gloves off your hands. "But it will heal just fine. You should expect to be discharged in a couple weeks once they've dissolved."

He shakes his head, propping himself up on an arm, "Doctor, I need to return to my post. My men need me."

"Doctor's orders," you say. "You'll be of no use to your men injured."

He grunts, lying back on the table. 

"I'll be in to check on you later tonight." You inform. "Nurse, get him into a room and dress his wound please." 

You exit the room feeling confused and flustered. How had he had such an impact on you, just from looking at you? You push the thought to the back of your mind as Delores charges toward you with several more clipboards. Focusing on more pressing matters.

-

As the end of your shift nears, you decide to check on Reinhardt. You knock gently on his door, unsure if he's asleep, before pushing it open. 

"Just me," you speak. "Just wanting to check in on you."

"Come in," he mumbles.

You quickly sanitize your hands before making your way to his bed, you check the chart hanging off the footboard. 

"Your vitals seem great, Wilhelm." You smile.

He nods, staring out of the window, "I respect what you do, Doctor." He turns to face you, beginning to speak again. "But do you know what it is to be a Crusader?"

You shake your head, stepping closer to him, examining his bandages. "I don't, Lieutenant, I just have the honor of taking care of them."

You gently peel back the bandages, taking a look at his stitches.

"I'm supposed to be out there, being my team's shield. Their leader." He sighs. "Instead, I'm in here. Due to an injury I didn't want to even come here for."

You hum, replacing the gauze with fresh ones, "But to be a strong leader, you must take care of yourself first."

He sits quietly for bit, allowing you to redress the wound. 

You place a hand on his shoulder, "I'll be back to check on you tomorrow."

"Thank you," he says sincerely, engulfing your hand in his. "I look forward to it."

-

The next week and a half comes quickly, the same as always. You've somehow grown closer and closer to Reinhardt, a boundary you've never considered crossing in the past. But he's done something inexplicable to your walls, the fondness you hold in your heart for this man is undeniable. 

But for the sake of your career, you attempt to smother the fire that burns for him. Though there's technically no rules prohibiting a relationship between the two of you, it'd be frowned upon by some. Except by Delores, who barrels toward you with a clipboard in hand.

"It's Wilhelm," she says, exasperated.

You raise a brow, heart beginning to thunder in your chest, "what about him?"

She smirks after seeing the look of concern on your face, "oh nothing major, he's just requesting you for his bandage change. I just want you to finally admit your feelings for him." 

"Delores!" You shake your head, palming your forehead, "You know I can't."

"And why not?" She questions, shoving the clipboard in your arms. 

"I'm his doctor," you sigh.

"And soon, he'll be leaving, back to the battle. You'll never see him again. Could you live with that?" She says pointedly before spinning on her heels. 

You ponder on her question as you make your way to his room. Could you live with never expressing these feelings to him?

The moonlight outside illuminates Reinhardt's silhouette as he sits in his bed. His blonde hair falling around his face, his large hands in his lap, and his face set in thought.

"Lieutenant," you greet while sanitizing your hands.

"Doctor," he smiles slightly.

"I hope you're not giving my nurses a hard time because you want me to change your bandages." You joke, moving to his side.

He chuckles as he shakes his head, "not at all, I.." He trails off. "I just wanted to see you."

Your breath gets caught in your throat, "I-is that so?"

"The nurses say I'm getting discharged in a couple days. I just wanted to see you before I left."

You nod, feeling the tension between the two of you. "I'm glad you asked for me."

"I don't want to come off too forward," he clears his throat. "I find you extremely attractive."

Your heart stops beating and you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but.. I couldn't leave without telling you this." He continues.

"I-I" You stutter. "Reinhardt."

"I'm sorry if I've gone too far," he says while taking your hands in his. "You can leave if you don't feel comfortable."

You shake your head, you didn't want to leave. You just struggled to find the words to say. 

"No, not at all. I-I feel the same way." You finally manage. "I just couldn't get myself to vocalize it."

He smiles, "if we weren't at war right now, I'd take you out."

You chuckle for a moment realizing the gravity of the situation. You'd have to make the most of it before it slipped through your fingers. 

"Just, focus on me, on the now," you say, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. 

"Tell me if I'm moving too fast," he says, effortlessly pulling you onto his lap so you're straddling him. 

The butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter faster, harder as he grabs your chin, pulling you in closer. Your eyes shut as his lips press to yours, your worries and stress melt away when your tongues clash. You tangle your fingers in his hair, groaning when his hands snake around your back, gripping you tightly. 

You pull away in shock, "are you sure about this?"

He nods his head, your foreheads pressed against each other, "more than anything."

You firmly place your knees down on either side of him, beginning to grind against him, pressing your lips back against his. It doesn't take long before you feel the mass of his cock pressing against your pussy. 

You gasp, "You're so big."

He smirks while grabbing your hips, grinding you back and forth along the length of it. "Can you take it?"

You swallow deeply, genuinely unsure if you can. You knew due to the sheer size of him, he was bound to have a large dick. But, you could've never imagined this. 

"I-I don't know," you admit. "I'll try."

"Good girl," he praises, his fingers running along the hem of your scrub top. 

Your skin ignites from the contact, goosebumps spreading across your skin. 

"What if someone walks in," you bite your lip.

He shrugs while smirking, "better be quiet then." 

He helps guide your top off, tossing it to the floor along with your bra. Your breasts sit perfectly, nipples hard from the chill in the room, your skin exposed. He sucks in a breath, enamored with your beauty. 

"Let me see the rest of you," he whispers.

You sit up slightly, kicking your shoes off, letting them fall behind you before shimmying your pants and thong down. 

He hums in approval, his eyes growing hungry. 

You thumb the hem of his sweats, "your turn."

He picks you up, sitting you back further allowing him room to stand and strip himself of his clothes. He stands, completely towering over you, you take him in. Before you stands a mass of muscle and strength. You watch, entranced as he tugs his wife-beater off along with his sweats. His massive cock springs loose, bobbing between the two of you. Your mouth dries at the sight of it.

"Rein-" you start. "Fuck."

"We'll start slow," he says, making his way back onto the bed. "But after that.. I can't promise anything."

He lifts you up while lying down, setting you down so you're hovering over his chest. 

"I want you to ride my face," he says, running his tongue over his teeth. 

"But your bandage," you gasp.

"I'll be okay, little one." He chuckles.

You slide forward until your pussy is directly above his mouth, feeling his breath against you sends tingles up your spine. You feel him run a flattened tongue up the length of your cunt, encouraging you to begin riding. You grind against his face, needy and insatiable. Little whimpers leave your mouth as you grip onto the headboard for support. 

His tongue works magic, plunging in and out of you, gently tugging at your clit, kissing and sucking. You ride him until you're a sputtering mess, your cunt soaking and his face glistening from your release. 

Rein doesn't give you much time to come down from your high before he's sliding you down from his face to his abdomen. Picking you up again, he stands, setting you back down on the edge of the bed, your legs wrapping around his as you lie back. You whimper as he takes his imposing member in hand, stroking it before you. 

"I'll try to go slow," He says while running his tip up and down your slit. 

You cry out as he pushes inside you, "Fuck!"

You fist the sheets as pain pricks around the edges of your entrance. Wincing as he continues his plunge into your warm, wet cunt. You dig your nails into his arms, bracing yourself as he hits the halfway mark. 

"Rein," you hiss. "It hurts."

He grabs your hips, kissing your face, down your jawline and neck. Trying to distract you from the pain.

"You can take it," he moans, pulling out and then pushing back into you.

"I can't fit it all," you whimper, struggling to adjust to his size. You begin to consider if tearing from too big of a dick is actually possible. 

He groans, feeling your tight walls around him, "your pussy is so tight, so perfect."

He interlocks his hands with yours at the top of your head, anchoring you in place as he begins rocking into you, helping you to stretch further. 

"Fuck," he moans in your ear. "Fuck. You feel so good, baby."

You bite your lip, breathing through the pain, his size slowly becoming more manageable. His pace begins to quicken, pumping in and out of you, though still not fully inside of you. He pulls out, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders, allowing him to work deeper into you. 

Your eyes water, you whine and mewl, the sound like music to his ears.

"I want this to ruin everyone else for you," he growls before licking up the side of your neck. 

His words send a tingle down your spine, causing  your pussy to flutter. He moans, reaching down and pulling at your taut nipples. 

"See how she loves my cock," he says.

"I love it," you breathe. "I love how your big fucking cock fills me"

He stifles a moan, wrapping a hand around your neck and an arm around your thighs, locking you in place.

"Let's see how well you can take it," he smirks.

His hips pull back and then slam into you, a slap echoing around the room, your eyes well with tears. You bite your lip to contain the scream that threatens to pour from your throat, biting so hard blood begins to dot around your teeth. 

"Such a good girl," he praises, leaning down to lick the blood from your lips. "You're doing so well."

As he continues his tirade on your pussy, his grip around your throat tightens, cutting your air off. Your dig your nails into his forearm, your vision starting to dot as you try to fight him.

"Rein-" you rasp.

"Trust me," he soothes. 

You give in and release your hold on him, his grip tightening further as he plunges in and out, bringing you closer to the brink of ecstasy. As your eyes begin to flutter, he releases your throat. The orgasm that follows leaves you shaking and gasping for air, you swear you see stars as he continues rocking into you, working you through the throes of your release. Watching you in your high is enough to send Reinhardt over the edge. He cums as your cunt clenches around his cock, soaking it in your release. Ropes of thick, white, hot cum spill into you, filling you completely.

Neither of you move for what seems like hours, him still buried deep inside you, panting and trembling. When he finally pulls out, he gently lifts you, laying you properly on the bed. 

"Are you okay?" He asks while rummaging through the cabinets, looking for a cloth. 

You nod your head, watching as he nudges your legs open, cleaning you up. 

"Thank you," he says earnestly. "For giving yourself to me."

You sit up on shaky legs, pulling him into a kiss, never wanting this moment to end. 

"Find me, when this is all over."