The Easy Mission Part 2 (Reaper x Reader)
(Y/N)'s Pov.
"(Y/N), please come to my lab as soon as possible." Winston said through the coms. Weird? This late in the day? It's almost 8. Did you do something wrong? Naaaah..... Yeaaaaah. Walking towards the lab, you notice some things on the ground, like a small trail of blood. Dang, who got shot today? McCree? 76? Opening the door, you come face to face with Winston, Soldier 76, and Zarya each holding their weapons. And Reaper in handcuffs is in the middle of them. ???
"Uh, what's going on?" You ask, glancing at Reaper. He seems to be staring at you. Phantom aches of the bite marks tingle with pain and arousal. "We caught Talons very own Reaper. We were going to put him in the jail cells but... they 'mysteriously' got destroyed." 76 sighs, you can all but hear Junkrat's crazy giggle. "So why am I here?" You insist. "Ve need to go on a mission. Reaper needs a babysitter." Zarya spit Reapers name out like acid. "So i'm on bitch duty?" You raise you eyebrow.
"More or less, yes." Winston smiles awkwardly. "Alright. So should I keep him like, fed and everything?" You shrug, getting a snort from Reaper. "No. Just keep him secure until we get back in two days. Then we can deal with him. We are getting an extra bunk moved into your room as we speak, there will be handcuffs to keep him restrained." 76 sends a glare at Reaper. "Kinky." You smile jokingly.
"No. No sleeping vith the enemy." Zarya growls. "Jeez, it was just a joke." You chuckle. "... Alright. We should be leaving soon to Germany. Keep your com on if you need any back up. If needed, we will come back as soon as possible." Winston hefts up his gun. "I should be fine." You shrug, pulling out your silenced pistol. "Good luck on your mission. Lets go then Edge Lord." You smiled. "Lead the way then, girl scout." Reaper rasps out a laugh. As Winston, 76, and Zarya start to head out, you drag Reaper out by the handcuffs, walking towards your room.
"So whats the plan?" He asks. "Pff, you think I know Edge Lord? Lights out at nine." You open your door, locking it behind you. Reaper says nothing, going on the side bed and laying down. You see three pairs of handcuffs on your bed, along with a small key. "Lets get you locked up." You grab the cuffs, locking his feet and arms to the bed frame. "You are right. This is kinky." He laughs. "Quite." You deadpan, jumping on your bunk and flicking off the lamp light. "What? No good night kiss Mi flor?" Reaper purrs. "Talk to me at ten, that's when everyone else goes to sleep."
*Time Skip Till Ten*
You get up and stretch. Reaper seems to be dozing off peacefully. Lets ruin that, yeah? "Hey bitch, get up." You bark, walking over and prodding his stupid owl mask. He growled. Ok he's up. "So last time we saw each other, you were rather.... eager." You smirk, slowly stripping off your pants. "like you were complaining." He snapped back. "Well the tables have turned now, you are cuffed down and we play by my rules now." You slowly, oh so slowly start to undo his belt. "Hurry up then." He hissed. "Nah."
You work his pants and boxers down so they are by his restrained ankles, walking over to your bed side stand, you open it to reveal a small tube of lube and a neon pink dildo. Gotta stay classy. Walking back, you see Reaper trying to mess with the cuffs around his wrists. "So impatient." You tsk. Shrugging, you pour a generous amount of lube on the dildo, rubbing your hands up and down the surface. Reapers exposed cock gave a twitch of interest. Laying down in front of Reaper, making sure he has a clear view of whats about to happen.
Easing the pretty pink tip into your clit, you mewl quietly as it stretches you open. Reaper is staring intently. He's already half hard. This is going to be fun!! "So good. So big." You moan, sliding it in further. "Puedo ser mucho mejor." Reaper has a slight tint of desperation in his voice. Perfect. "Fuck." You whisper, fully sitting on the dildo, arching your back and running your hand through your (H/C) hair, gently pulling.
"You're killing me here girl scout." Reaper groans as you wiggle and grind down. "Good." You smirk at him, staring him in the eyes. "This is nice but I really miss you. Filling me up oh so perfectly, thrusting into me as I gasp and tear at the bed sheets." You sit back up only to slam back down on the dildo. "kid." he growls. "I bet you want me to ride you like this. Grinding down on you until you want to snap those pretty little chains around your hands and pound me into the mattress." You purr. "You don't think I don't want that?" Reaper strains against his restraints.
"The way I would scream your name as I came, over and over again." You fully sit off of the pink plastic, carefully rolling it under the bed to be dealt with later. "Shit, 'm so wet you could just slide in, no more prep. No more waiting." You smile sweetly, glancing at his dick. Its already leaking pre cum. "Kid...." Reaper trailed off, danger in his tone. "You know my name already. Say it."
"...." Nothing. "well if you won't say my name, I guess I can just go back to my toy. Such a shame too." You shrug. "(Y/N)...." Reaper mutters. "Whats that sweetie?" This is too much fun. "(Y/N)!!" He barks. "Good." You smirk, climbing on top of him and straddle his crotch. Reaper tries to buck up, only for you to move again. "Ah ah ahhh. My rules. Remember?" You coolly sit back down on his dick, just the tip going on.
"Try to fuck me and I will stop. Self control pretty boy." You wink, slowly sinking down at a painfully slow pace. "I swear to god (Y/N)." Reaper groans as you settle down at the base of his dick. "Now lets see that pretty face, yeah?" You lean over, pulling up his mask. Reapers dark brown eyes are burning with hate and lust. "I bet you just hate this. Having no control while some random chick rides your dick." You whisper into his ear, he shutters slightly. "Maybe later you can put on the cuffs." Reaper coyly suggests.
"Wouldn't you like that? seeing me chained up and at your mercy. Bending me up and fucking me until I can't even remember that you're the enemy? Just the current fuck." You chuckle, coming down and sealing your lips in a kiss, deepening it and running your tongue across his lower lip. "Why don't you help a guy out and start moving." Reaper growls.
You go back to the top, swaying your hips so just the tip is in. "F-fuck." Reaper moaned. You stop before slamming down to the hilt, pleasure shoots up your spine and heat pools into your stomach. "G-gods." You groan, rocking and bouncing up and down on his dick, whorish moans escaping your lips. A loud, metallic snap nearly made you fall of the bed.
With wide eyes, you see Reaper snap his handcuffs like they were made of string. Dang, that will take some explaining later. "Me has estado torturando demasiado tiempo, mi flor. El dolor y el placer de usted y sus trucos" Reaper growls, grasping your hips with sharp claws, making small intends in the soft skin. "Those broken handcuffs are Overwatch property ya know." You roll your eyes.
"And this is MY property." Reaper drags his claws over your ass, feeling the long scratches through the haze of pleasure. Carefully reaching over and messing with the cuffs on his ankles, he takes them off and slaps them on your wrists instead. "now its time for my rules." He mocks, pushing your head down and lifting your ass into the air.
"Una cosa tan linda ... Bouncing arriba y abajo en mí ... Lindo ... Ambos sabemos que realmente pertenece en la parte superior aquí.." Reaper nips at the tip of your ear. "If your gonna sweet talk me, at least let me understand it." You whine as Reaper slowly ruts against your clit. "¿Dónde está la diversión en eso?" What an asshole.
"You were right about before, so wet and open. Trying to make me jealous from a toy. You did. After tonight though, no one or anything else will be able to fuck you like the way I do." He huffs, raking long claws across your back, making brilliant red streaks until he felt satisfied at the canvas that is your back. "Anyone that see's your back will know what a dirty slut you are. How ready you would be to go on your knee's in an instant." Reaper starts to slowly thrust, moving slow on purpose just to torture you. You hate the fact that you love it.
"But no one else is allowed to do this." He suddenly pulls you closer as he slams into you, making you gasp as everything seems so full, so hot. "R-Reaper!" You stutter, panting softly. "And if I hear about you letting another fuck you, I will come back to remind you who you belong too." He bit into your shoulder, another mark to remind you that you are his, no one else's. "No. No sleeping vith the enemy" Zarya's voice echo's through your head. Oops.
"Now turn around so I can paint your throat." Reaper rasps, you do as told. You start to open your mouth as Reaper suddenly slams his dick in, making you gag as it hits and rubs the back of your throat. "Such a good little whore. Sucking on my dick like her life depends on it." Reaper keeps his claws at the back of your head, bunching up the hair and keeping you in place.
Soon you feel his dick twitch as jets of hot cum pours down your throat, nearly chocking you as he keeps your face buried at the base, black pubic hairs tickling your nose as he continues to pump his dick into your mouth. After another few seconds of this, his grip loosens and you gasp for air, tasting the bitter after taste of, well, him. "Mi pobre pequeña flor. Después de todo este tiempo todavía no has venido todavía. Vamos a cambiar eso. ¿Sí?"
You really hope that means round two..... Or Three.