cyber, i have this scene i can’t get out of my head. doomfist fucks reaper from behind in his quarters and there’s a knock on the door. doomfist doesn’t hesitate when he tells them to come in and widow and sombra come in giving him mission updates all the while gabe is being fucked relentlessly and they all just ignore it and discuss the mission

“Yes. Come in.”

Gabriel scrabbles at the desk, talons scraping, trying to rear up – but Akande nips that in the bud with a large, unrelenting hand between his shoulder blades and the other at the back of his head, pressing him down easily and slamming his forehead against the surface for good measure.

It is a good maneuver: Gabriel’s insides ripple around his cock, tight and shivery. 

“I did not give you permission to move,” he says calmly, unimpressed by Gabriel’s low gurgle of pain.

Sombra is eyeing the exchange with interest, her lips curled into a derisive smirk that Akande keeps in mind for later. Widow just stares straight ahead, face impassive. A little bored, even.

“We have new information regarding Volskaya.”

“Proceed.”

He listens tentatively, head lowered, watching his cock appear and disappear as he takes up fucking Gabriel once more. It is wet whenever it drags out of the clutch of Reaper’s cunt, pulling the swollen muscle of his rim out with it; making it pout obscenely before shoving back in.

Gabriel is still gurgling; though this time for completely different reasons. He is searingly hot inside, muscles rippling and squeezing; not able to acclimate to the sheer girth and length inside him. 

He’s never been able to get used to it, come to think of it.

Doomfist’s head come up, eyes narrowing at Widowmaker. “Volskaya never behaves erratically.”

“We believe her to be following orders from a third, as of yet undisclosed party.”

Akande gnashes his teeth, anger making his hips loose; he picks up his pace; starts really fucking into Gabriel – and even though Reaper is as sturdy as they come, he has to scrabble to keep his place atop Akande’s desk.

Each sharp thrust that crams his cock back into the protesting, swollen insides, Gabriel cries out. It had to be burning something fierce on his stretched rim and the thought gives Akande enough satisfaction to slow down once more.

Now Widow is looking down at Gabriel as well; face still impassive except for a thin eyebrow pulled up.

Gabriel is slumping against the polished surface of the desk; he looks defeated. Akande can see him drooling against the wood as he grips his broad, round hips and lifts him minimally for a better angle.

Gabriel whines like a mutt when the new position changes everything.

Sombra, because she is nosy, leans to the side to watch the way Gabriel’s cock hangs and bounces between his thighs; heavy, swollen to bursting; looking overstuffed and painful.

Doomfist ignores her; he’ll remember later, though. Have to think about it properly when he doesn’t have Gabriel on his cock and Volskaya on his mind.