He had not expected Reinhardt to take
so readily to being a knight, though in hindsight? It was obvious
that he should have. Reinhardt took to the title with vim and vigor,
perhaps a bit to much but Mondatta found he liked it. It helped
distract from his worry about the Shambali being left without him,
even though Zenyatta worked to temporarily offer guidance until
Mondatta could return. That was the plan but who knew when that would
be possible. He had nearly passed to the Iris, someone tried to take
his life and that was not something to be taken lightly. Expected
perhaps, there were always some who sought to do harm but still
discomforting.
Tag: reinhardt/mondatta
short prompt: “Please, sir, no more teasing.” He begged. “Please, Mr. Wilhelm, sir…”
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.
As The Iris Wills Ch.4
Waking again was different. Before his
systems had fought him every step of the way, warnings and programs
attempting to halt him and his progress to wakefulness. This time, it
was…smooth. Almost smoother then he ever recalled it being. It was,
however frustratingly, slow. Every system had to run a quick check
and one did not realize just how many they had until there was a
waiting list. He could not feel too stressed however as once again,
the feeling of Zenyatta returned to his side. Or perhaps he had never
left? That seemed more to his brothers attitude. Either way, waking
brought Zenyatta to his side and the voice from before once he could
register it. Deep, very deep. With an accent perhaps? European he
suspected but he was no master of languages to narrow it down. It was
pleasant nonetheless and as his optics, finally why were they so low
on the list, came online; he was surprised at the sheer size of the
human. Was it normal to come in such a size? Did humans naturally
grow that large?
so speaking of sexbot mondatta, and since you’ve made me thirsty for reindatta, what if the two of them met before everything?? When mondatta was a sexbot and rein was just a plain ol german soldier. they fucked one night, and were both so mesmerized by the other’s body that they started seeking each other out for kinky sex, feat size queen mondatta. and now, after all this time, mondatta meets rein again, still so big and so gentle and even if now he’s a monk mondatta feels old urges pressing.
The monastery was impressive in and off itself, though all it’s simple grandeur seemed to pale compared to its unique master.
Reinhardt let the curtain fall close behind him, straightening from the awkward crouch the doorways were forcing him into. He smiled, a little uncertain, head tilting towards the Omnic standing in front of the simple desk occupying the middle of the room, hands folded in front of his lap.
“No doors, huh?”
“We have nothing to hide from each other. We are brothers and sisters in the Iris.”
Reinhardt watches him, good eye roving across the faceplate, the diamond grid of teal lights – the accents of pretty gold and tasteful matte white against shining chrome.
He remembers the night well – the night after he lost usefulness of his left eye; when he went out into the seedy underbelly of a city far away from home.
He can’t help blundering ahead, body filled with nervous energy: “You’re still just as pretty as…”
Mondatta doesn’t react for a long time. He is standing still as a statue, back straight, grey robes tastefully draped across the tall, slender body. Reinhardt ducks his head, uncharacteristically shy.
“You don’t remember me. It’s been a long while – and humans do age, unfortunately.”
“I remember you. You had never given me your name, but… I remember you.”
Reinhardt jerks, glancing up with his good eye. Mondatta has stepped closer, body still rigid. Contained. As pretty and unreachable as he looked on TV and the posters and magazines.
Reinhardt’s mouth goes dry thinking of their encounter many years ago. He can still hear Mondatta’s voice fraying at the edges, cracking and warbling all over the place from getting stuffed with cock.
“You are still very… impressive. I had thought my sensors might have played a trick on me, but…”
Mondatta trails off, one hand coming up in an involuntary, small gesture. His fingers halt in the air, before slowly curling into his palm. He had no facial expression and still Reinhardt felt like he was embarrassed.
The leader of the Shambali – the famous Mondatta… embarrassed.
Reinhardt steps closer. He catches the undecided hand before it can be pulled back towards the body once more, cradling it in huge palms. He leans down.
“Nothing to hide from your brothers and sisters, yes?”
Mondatta’s head tilts regally, the light glinting off his golden jaw. He sniffs haughtily – an entirely artificially produced sound, but doesn’t pull his hand away.
“There is nothing to hide.”
Reinhardt dips his voice into a low rumble, fingers slowly dragging across Mondatta’s palm, circling the sensor he finds there.
“So they all know that you’ve got the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen?”
Mondatta jerks, lax fingers abruptly curling in and shielding his palm from more advances. He tilts his body away, looking through a small, open window.
Doesn’t pull his hand out of his grip.
Reinhardt has no idea what the Omnic might be thinking but barrels on either way, all false lion bravado: “I’m not here to humiliate you.” He can see the teal lights flash hot. Once. Interesting. “I suppose I just needed you to know… How much I admire you.”
Mondatta turns his head back towards him.
“Admire, yes?” he says slowly, and there definitely is a hint of amusement in that cool, modulated voice this time. Reinhardt feels like preening and has to stop himself running a hand obsessively through his mane of hair.
“I suppose…” Mondatta mimics, hand moving, curling around Reinhardt’s thick wrist as he steps closer – close enough for Reinhardt to hear the soft workings of his mechanical body. “… I would be lying if I were to imply I hadn’t thought about your… great… endeavors once in a while. Your exploits are well known, even in Nepal, after all.”
Reinhardt can’t help but guffaw.
.o.
“Let them hear. Let them hear how happy you are with me. Mein Gott you’re still so perfect.”
He’s fucking in sharp little snaps of his hips, driving in deep, making Mondatta take all of him into that gorgeous golden cunt. He has one large hand curled around the back of the Omnic’s neck, shielding the delicate wires from his madly fumbling fingers.
Mondatta whistles softly and arches beneath him, hands trying to find purchase on Reinhardt’s scarred back. He can feel the ergonomic silicone tips try and fail to scratch him up – and wasn’t that a compliment in and off itself?
His mouth is greedy, dragging wet, sucking kisses along the pristine length of Mondatta’s golden jaw as he pushes in deep, cock spreading the silky walls of his cunt apart and nudging rudely against those hidden, unused sensors.
He can hear Mondatta’s processors trying to keep up with the new input; scrambling to pull up protocols long since locked away beneath fail safe programs.
“Let them hear,” he rumbles, hips twinging with the enthusiastic action but not enough to stop him from pushing deep, grinding his cock in just to feel the cool, soft texture of the gold mesh lips against his pubic bone – and hear Mondatta cry out for the first time, voicebox scrambling to keep up.
“You… you are… you are incorrigible.” Mondatta is practically whining – that ever composed, cool voice trembling, cutting out half way through. His lights are pulsing, a fast, insistent staccato and Reinhardt feels a stupid surge of affection at the sight.
It was hardly an ideal place; lying on the floor on a hasty makeshift bed made from Mondatta’s robes and Reinhardt’s coat, but it would have to do. He wouldn’t be able to drag himself away from that gorgeous golden cunt even under threat. He wouldn’t been able to stop fucking even if the whole Shambali congregation had migrated towards this little, remote room in the monastery to watch their spiritual leader get fucked like a harlot, wrecked on German cock until he had to forcibly reboot.
“Let. Them. Hear,” Reinhardt growls, laughter rumbling somewhere behind the words, every syllable accompanied by a harsh thrust, cock dipping in deep, spreading Mondatta far and indecently wide on the girth.
He could hear the scrape of one metal heel on the ground – the other was slung around Reinhardt’s hips, holding on as Mondatta curled around him and trembled, pistons moving, vents puffing out steam, inner mechanics working to massage along Reinhardt’s cock…
“Mister… W-W-Wilhelm,” Mondatta whines – honest to god whines right into his ear, soft and breathy and just like the pleasurebot he’s once been: “Please!”
Reinhardt thinks he might die of a heart attack.
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