September 2023 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

Reinhardt/Zenyatta – human!Zenyatta; cockwarming; dark!Reinhardt – Since Reinhardt's accident, he has changed. A lot.

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Since Reinhardt’s accident a lot of things have changed both within Overwatch and inside the giant himself.

He has become a completely different person. People have been hoping his wounds might heal to a point that will allow him to come back to that jovial grandpa persona he’s had before, but… years have gone by and the count of people who could even remember how Reinhardt had once been has dwindled down to almost nothing.

Nowadays, this is the normal Reinhardt. The one nobody wants to be around for fear of punishment. The one that has ruthlessly made his way to the top of Overwatch and squashed any opposition in his path.

The one that can take recruits for one reason or another – or no reason at all – and use their bodies during meetings with no fear of repercussions from anybody.

Still, it comes to a shock to see him using Zenyatta of all people. The young man is universally liked and a bright star in the organization as a whole. Now, however, he is forced to kneel before the massively sized man, his arms bound behind his back and his throat bulging on Reinhardt’s behemoth cock.

There is stunned silence for a moment as the first in the room just stop dead in their tracks and stare. Zenyatta’s wet throat around Reinhardt audibly working as he tries to breathe enough to not pass out.

Their stupor is stopped by Reinhardt himself, his palm slamming on the desk next to him like a thunder crack.

“Inside! Sit!” he barks. “I don’t have all day!”

So they all file in quietly, shooting each other uncomfortable looks. The whole thing has been orchestrated of course; Reinhardt had pushed his own desk out of the way to allow everybody a perfect view of him using the resident sweetheart like a glorified cock sock.

He lets the silence drag out uncomfortably long once everybody is seated. His huge hand can easily grasp Zenyatta’s bald head and pull him up until his desperate gasp for air is audible before ramming back down the young man’s throat.

He briefly flails, instinctively fighting against getting choked before just settling in once more. Docile and accepting of his fate.

Reinhardt’s expression throughout this is one of malicious satisfaction. His one good eye makes it a point of staring everybody down just to make sure they know their place in the hierarchy before finally settling back somewhat.

Getting comfortable while having his dick sucked in front of a room full of people.

One of the taken aback onlookers finally clears her throat. When Reinhardt’s attention snaps to her, she almost abandons speaking up entirely but pushes through even so, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against her desk.

“Sir. I hardly think this is… appropriate for our discussion…”

Reinhardt slowly licks his lips.

“Want to take his place? Or maybe you want to help him. I got a perfectly fine pair of fat sweaty nuts for you to suffocate on.”

The gleam in his eye is borderline insane.

Her mouth snaps shut and she mutely shakes her head. Looking around, nobody looks eager to speak up again.

“Good. Now lets start this.”