okay. Okay. Fuck. I need to sit the fuck down before I hurt myself.
I don’t… I don’t even…
is this in the same universe as Mercy totally badtouching Hanzo and fondling him to her heart’s content? Is this another AU? It probably is if she’s embarrassed like that. I don’t even know. I don’t even care. I neeeed thisssss.
“This is not the best you can do. I refuse to believe it.”
Zarya’s hands are on Hanzo’s shoulders, biceps bulging as she presses him down more firmly; slamming him into the examination table when he manages to push up a few centimeters.
Hanzo’s face is sweaty, inky hair sticking to his cheeks as he looks up at his opponent with glistening eyes. His teeth are bared in a growl, body trying to utilize the missing of his prosthetics to twist away from the woman like an eel.
Zarya laughs in his face – not unfriendly, just happy. Sweat is rolling down her temples; the only sign that this is even taxing her.
They both can hear the breathless, excited giggling in the corner and ignore it.
“This is your best, is it not?” The big woman purrs, a smug grin on her face. Hanzo stops clawing at her arms in favor of just lying there and staring up. He is panting, chest heaving and the long muscles in his muscular thighs trembling. He’s been fighting against Zarya’s hold for a while now, and his earlier angry shouting and threats had given way to breathless panting and then almost begrudging respect.
Mercy took a step closer, hands pressed against her mouth, trying to stifle her giggle. Her face was feeling like it was burning up. She couldn’t believe that her little ploy had actually worked. She couldn’t believe that they were tussling in front of her like bobcats; muscular and compact, limbs straining and bodies heaving as they clashed.
“Ridiculous, little man,” Zarya coos, and Mercy watches – breathless – as one big hand slides from Hanzo’s shoulder down to his chest; covering his pec and giving it a good, nice squeeze that quickly devolves into a rude, self-satisfied tugging of his nipple.
The archer strains and groans, mouth falling open just as easily as his thighs do from their desperate clamp around Zarya’s sturdy hips.
He’s capitulating, Mercy realizes with an excited, disbelieving buzz in the back of her head. He’s capitulating and Zarya is taking her spoils; sampling them with relish.
“You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t have won had I had my… my legs,” Hanzo grits out, still gasping for air – and not fighting against Zarya any longer. Her hand stops toying with his nipple in favor of giving the tail of his dragon one last, gentle pet before sliding down… down…
And suddenly Mercy becomes aware of just how excited Hanzo has gotten. She presses her hands across her hot face, shielding her eyes with childlike embarrassment – the sight of his cock standing proud and gently flexing having jolted her to the core.
She squirms where she stands – can feel the slick slide of her labia as she gets her panties sticky with her excitement.
“Ah… I think… yes. Be a good boy, archer. Get them wet for me, will you?”
Her fingers part and she peeks out, staring at the sight of Hanzo eagerly sucking in two thick fingers, eyes closed and cheeks flushed a dark red. Mercy can… god, she can see his tongue eagerly dipping out between the digits – getting them liberally wet for the woman still holding him down with one arm, tattoos bulging with the flex of her muscles.
“To the victor go the spoils,” Zarya purrs when she pulls her hand away, the tips of her fingers connected to Hanzo’s lower lip for just a second longer before the string of saliva breaks.
Mercy feels like she is about to combust in her scrubs when she watches Zarya ignore Hanzo’s cock in favor of sliding lower.
God… god… she’d never thought… she’d never imagined…
She watched, breathlessly, as Hanzo’s thighs started quivering, the short stumps beneath his knees restlessly moving and giving her a play-by-play of when exactly he got breached.
“Not weak here, are you? Gripping me so tight… you train these muscles often, archer?”
There’s a sly grin on Zarya’s that Mercy wants to lick off. She can’t bring herself to move even an inch.
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