Anonymous said: “
Omg please carry on with the Human Winston stuff!!!
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Anonymous said: “
That Winston fic has me FUCKED UP. He’s so shy 99% of the time, unable to admit that he’s caught most of the base staring at his bulge at one time or another, but if you push his buttons just right, he’ll wreck you.
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Y’all are killing me T.T hnngh
but please… Winston is a gentleman. He’d be super nervous and concerned while wrecking shit.
Winston stumbles as Zenyatta urges him backwards, almost grateful when he finally has to sit down on his bed, heat curling through him as his mattress protests loud at his sudden weight.
Zenyatta doesn’t seem to mind. He is still between his knees and rubbing his flushed, sticky face against Winston’s plump, firm stomach like a kitten.
“Please,” he murmurs, glancing up at Winston with dark, needy eyes.
“I… ah-ah… I mean.. uh…” he is casting a nervous glance around his room, looking anywhere but at the monk who is pushing beneath his belly again and kissing with sticky, pouting lips at the flushed tip of his cock.
He can’t believe that he is still hard even after he’s already come so hard – and upsettingly quick – but Zenyatta doesn’t seem put off by the fact.
“So big, still,” Zenyatta purrs. He can’t see too much what with his stomach in the way and his glasses deposited… somewhere, but he can make out the monk’s docile eyes; closed reverently as he slurps, and Winston presses one big palm across his mouth to stifle his low groan.
“Please,” the monk says again, and he sounds so collected. So calm. Winston’s bushy dark brows are pulled together, staring down in shock. “Use my mouth.”
Winston can feel his cock jerk at the words; flexing once and surging up against his belly once more as it slips out of Zenyatta’s surprised grasp.
Zenyatta chuckles; a gentle, indulgent sound before he opens his mouth wide for Winston’s viewing pleasure – showing him the red slip of his pretty, slick tongue – then dips down and swallows down his cock once more, one hand fumbling to curl fingers around Winston’s thick wrist and pull his hand towards the carefully shorn back of his head.
Winston clenches his eyes shut, breathing through clenched teeth as for the second time that day he feels Zenyatta’s throat open up for him laughably easy to let his swollen tip slip down as far as he can go.
He can feel the contractions of the warm throat around him; hear Zenyatta’s soft, wet gagging as he holds the position for a second before pulling back and taking a deep gulp of air.
“Please,” he says with a sweet voice, placing wet kisses over the lower curve of Winston’s hairy belly “Use me.”
Winston doesn’t know if there is someone who could refuse this monk a request.
His hand is big enough to gently cradle the back of Zenyatta’s head, holding him secure as he pulls him towards him carefully, nervous to hurt him as he guides his fat cock back down that tender little place, making it spread around him.
When Zenyatta gags again, he wants to pull away, breath hitching in his chest, an apology already on his tongue – but Zenyatta’s hand is there, clutching at him, making him hold him down.
“Oh dear,” Winston whispers, a little mantra that he forces out as his eyes are clenched shut. “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…”
He almost reluctantly follows suit; balls feeling heavy and full as he pulls Zenyatta down on his cock, listening to him gag and choke only for scant fractions of seconds before he hastily lets him come up for air; until, that is, he becomes more needy-
Until his body is on fire as he listens to Zenyatta’s broken, pathetic little moans; the monk so obviously into getting used and throat fucked by a ruddy cock that should be too big to fit anywhere inside his orifices.
He uses Zenyatta like a fleshlight; fucks him down onto his dick, making him suffocate in the thicket of pubes as his cock stoppers up his windpipe.
He feels like he hasn’t come at all yet; like he still has enough cum to make Zenyatta’s belly bloat with it, and from the needy, wet suckling between his thighs, and Zenyatta’s delirious, sloppy moans, he feels like the monk is hoping for just that.
Winston bites his bottom lip, glutes tensing and belly hitching – and then he comes, holding Zenyatta down without thinking about it; making him drink his cum, have it pump down his throat and into his belly without detours, body hot and tingly and electric feeling.
He feels almost corrupted by the monk.
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