Tag: zarya/reinhardt

Zarya is the first one to beat him in a wrestling match, (that’s why Reinheart is so nervous about going up against her, because he know she’s going to win and claim his ass for Mother Russia), and she takes her sweet time working him over like the soft, fuzzy bear he is.

goddaaammmnn

She has him in a headlock, barely allowing him to breathe while she coos at him and digs her knee deeper into his back – makes him arch his ass to relieve some of the pressure on his spine.

“That’s it. That’s a good boy,” she purrs, her low, accented voice dripping like honey. She holds her fingers with perfectly lacquered nails in front of his lips and feeds them to him; makes him suck like a good boy if he wants to keep breathing; then slips them into the tight training shorts he is wearing so she can pet his furry hole and get it wet and primed for what is to come.

“You’re a good loser, aren’t you, Reinhardt? It is why I always looked up to you. A good sportsman.”

Reinhardt flushes and hides his face against the mats, lips wet and needy as he angles his ass up into the petting and softly prodding fingers.

The world feels really awful and angry today – please if you’re up for it would you write something sweet and soft with some of the ovw bois/girls? Maybe soldier 76 or gabe or zarya just getting petted and jerked off sooooo slow and good, praised the whole time? Maybe with tears and overstimulation. Only if you want. 😘

“Look at you,” Reinhardt murmurs, finger beneath Zarya’s chin, tilting her head up and around so he can look at her flushed profile, sweat glinting along her hairline, eyes heavy lidded and needy. “You’re beautiful. Can you give me one more?”

His other hand is between her trembling thighs, huge palm gently cupping her swollen cunt. She had been unwilling to let him touch her after her last orgasm, everything over sensitive and tingling, but by now the feeling has dulled into a gentle buzz and she has led his hand back where she needed it most.

“Yes,” she rasps, voice husky and deep, nipples tight and fat; waiting for a greedy mouth. “Yes, please. One more.”

He hums and moves, fingers spreading her puffy labia, sliding through the silky folds that they had been hiding up to the fat clit which he circles slowly, leisurely – there’s no rush here, they have all the time in the world.

She touches her own tits while he plays with her cunt, squeezing, cupping, playing with them before she pinches the swollen tips slow and with mounting pressure.

“Beautiful,” Reinhardt murmurs again, tapping gently against her clit to make her bow away from him, a guttural groan slipping from her throat. “Atemberaubend.”