Anonymous said: “youre still taking prompts? ever thought of human au reindatta with buisnessman reinhardt sugardaddy-ing broke student mondatta?“
Mondatta scrabbled at Reinhardt’s back, then at his head, fingers digging into the thick hair there.
“Please, sir, no more teasing.” He begged. “Please, Mr. Wilhelm, sir…”
Reinhardt chuckled, hoisting him a little farther up and pressing him against the wall with ease.
“You’re so cute,” he told him in a murmur, nosing his way beneath the young man’s ear just to hear him whine high in the back of his throat, bony knees digging a little painfully into Reinhardt’s sides. “You’re always so polite. So sweet.”
He breathed in deep as he let one hand slide beneath the soft, wide pullover Mondatta was wearing to get at his skin. He was almost painfully thin, and not exactly a little sweet distraction on the side with how tall he was, but Reinhardt thought still thought he was unbearably cute. Especially with how quickly flustered he became, the tranquil exterior cracking so quickly whenever his sugar daddy made him do something ‘embarrassing’.
“You always smell so good,” Reinhardt sighed sincerely, tongue sneaking out to taste as his big fingers slid across the soft, fluttering expanse of belly, shoving the student’s pullover up as he went.
Mondatta’s voice went high and alarmed, limbs clutching at Reinhardt like an octopus.
“M-Mr. Wilhelm! P-people could see.”
He had him pinned right next to one of his huge office windows. Reinhardt grinned, twisting his hand until his thumb could swipe slow and languid across the warm, excited bulge in the young man’s tight cotton trousers. Always so easily excited. So quick to come undone.
“Either I stop teasing and I let you down, or I play with you a little more right here where everybody can see what a darling little harlot I have. Your choice. You can’t have both, Kleiner,” he rumbled.
Mondatta shuddered bodily, face going hot against Reinhardt’s cheek.
“I… I… I want to stay here,” he whispered back as if Reinhardt didn’t know his sweet toy by now; and what a slutty boy the philosophy student was.
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