Sombra/Reaper – rimming; sleepy Reaper – Sombra’s favorite pastime is rimming Gabriel. Since he’s a contrary bastard, she has to do it when he’s least likely to fight back.
“Sombra…” He tries to sound threatening but his voice is deep with sleep and more like a purr than a growl. She is sitting on his thick thighs, fingers curled into the waistband of the sweats he’s put on.
“Don’t mind me. I can help myself to the goods.”
He is exhausted, she can tell; there is little to no fight he puts up – just a pathetic little roll of his body that could never unseat her from the throne she’s got going with his massive thighs.
“Get lost.”
“Sure. Will be on my way soon.” She dances her fingers along the spine implant, making the nanobots sit up at attention for her. Reaper groans and wriggles again. He sounds so sleepy; like he has to fight to keep awake even as she plays with the little robots scurrying around inside his body.
“Don’t be like that,” she purrs, free hand finally tugging his pants down. His ass is roughly as fat as his thighs, but much more jiggly. The generous cheeks bounce gently with the force of her yanking the waistband to sit beneath them.
God, she gets wet only looking at that. He rocks her hips, but like this there is little she can grind her cunt against. Gabriel is still trying to get her to leave him alone, but he becomes more quiet when she spreads his cheeks with both hands and gets a look at his hole; nice and plump like the rest of his lower body.
Some ladies would kill for an hourglass figure as his.
She slides down on him; snuggles herself between his legs. He’s become very quiet now, only his soft, irregular breathing giving away that he’s still awake.
He never admits to loving her small, slick tongue on his ass, but she knows he gets off on it more than anything else she does to him. She likes putting on pretty make-up; making herself extra pretty when she enters, because she knows it is something he craves. Have her perfect, pretty little face between his asscheeks, her sharp, cruel tongue delicately, lovingly dragging across the plump muscles of his rectum.
She wonders what goes on inside his head when she does this to him, but he never divulges much. She has to divert to dirty tricks if she wants more than his stony silence; things such as edging him for hours, letting him fuck his big cock into her fist just to let her fingers go slack seconds before he shoots his load.
Or surprising him when he’s vulnerable and sleepy such as now; when his lips are open and wet, panting softly as she licks diligently; lapping like a puppy until he’s so soft and warm and lets her try to wriggle her tongue inside.
He inches his knees apart for her; lets her have enough room to dip her hand inside his sweatpants and get his warm, heavy testicles cradled on her palm.
He can be such a sweet boy when she doesn’t tease him and forces him to speak to her.
She sucks at his anus, making loud, obnoxious sounds that get him to whine pathetically high in his throat. She is drunk on his scent; he always smells good, but down here it is more earthy. Thicker. She could sniff on him all day long.
She sometimes fantasizes peeling him out of his tight leather garb when he’s particularly cantankerous. Slip beneath his heavy cloak and lick his hole deep and greedy while he has to brace himself against a wall and dig his claws into it.
Sombra doesn’t think he’d ever let her do it. But just so he’d never thought he’d let her tongue fuck him while he’s sleepy and open and soft. Maybe he doesn’t know how pretty he is with is long, smoking hair spilled across his back, his lined face a bit slack and so gorgeous.
She has a little picture album of him, with his legs spread, ready to get rimmed by her. She fucks herself while looking at them. Never comes as hard as when she stares at his pouty, dark hole spit wet and soft.
Bummer that he would explode if he ever found out about it.
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