human!Winston/Team – virgin kink, bara kink, shy Winston – Winston has woken up as a human one day. The others have been hot for his thicc hairy bara body ever since.

“This… this is… h-hah…” Winston scrabbles at the desk, thick fingers shaking, then trying to push his glasses up without smudging the lenses too badly. He does not manage, but McCree is there, helping him out by nudging the frame back into place, then cupping his jaw in a hand and guiding his face over to the cock waiting for him.

“Highly unorthodox,” Winston whispers, deep voice a little thready as McCree unselfconsciously wipes his dick against the scientist’s face. From behind, Hanzo is working with single-mindedness, eyebrows drawn in concentration, arms braced on the edge of the table as he puts his back into the thrusts.

It can’t hurt; not with how nicely Winston’s hairy ass is cushioning his hips.

“Oh God,” Winston whispers. He is an irregular shade of blotchy red, face wet with sweat and now McCree’s pre-cum as Hanzo’s thrusts have him rocking across the table and into the cowboy’s crotch.

The whole thing has been a while coming. All since Winston woke up to find himself stuck in a different body some three weeks ago; the hairy gorilla physique having given way to a just slightly less hairier human body.

He’s never been as aware of his teammates’ sex drives as he’s become then and there; seeing – and feeling – the desperate lust radiating off of them as they stared at his thick arms and thighs, and his firm, round belly.

He’s never thought of anybody in strictly friendly terms until he’s found himself bend over by Lúcio of all people, getting his very first cock to spread his tender hole after the young man hand petted it like a little animal and then spent hours getting it nice and soft and stretched on two then three then four delicious, dexterous fingers.

He wonders if Lúcio has spoken about this to the others. Told them how easy Winston had been, hiding his face behind his hands and whispering oh dear oh dear oh dear while he got fucked gentle and easy; thick, hairy thighs spread to let the slender man between them and fuck a quick, overexcited orgasm out of him.

He wonders if he’s different in the eyes of the others. No longer Winston, the scientist, but Winston, the slut.

The thought makes his ears burn. He’s never had such… crude thoughts. Being a gorilla with his intelligence has killed his sex drive; there simply were no suitable mates to get hot and bothered about.

And now there are so many and all of them are interested.

His hole is soft and open, squelching softly with Hanzo’s thrusts, but keeping his cock nice and warm and cushioned either way. His insides feel nervous and shivery. He likes the feeling of being full. He likes a cock inside him, fucking against needy, spongy walls; and now McCree is telling him to ‘be a good boy and open up’, and Winston can’t help but do as he’s told.

McCree uses him like Lúcio has done and like Hanzo is doing now: easy and with a confidence that shames Winston. Like him craving their cocks has been as inevitable as the sun rising.

His thumb slips into the corner of Winston’s mouth. He drags it along the blunt surface of his molars, then across his tongue, urging his mouth wider so he can pop the fat head of his dick in.

Behind him, Hanzo is sounding more labored, his thrusts getting harder as his hands begin wandering: grabbing at his hips and the fat of his thighs, then settling at the sides of his big, firm belly, petting at the thick hair as he starts losing his rhythm.

He’ll pump Winston full, soon, but his attention is on Jesse, slowly pushing in and teaching Winston to suck dick while his glasses fog up something fierce.

Behind them, the door opens and he can hear the cadence of Reinhardt’s chuckling.

“Didn’t come too late, did I?”

“Only just begun. Take a seat.”