Overwatch Ladies x Reader

Zarya

  After a long day of tedious paperwork for things you didn't really care for, you were finally in your quarters just trying to relax. You turned on the stereo to listen to your favourite song and sunk into the chair, ready for a nap. However your nap was to be short lived as a knocking was heard from your door. Irritated from having your rest already cut short, you stormed over to the door, quickly opening it and greeting the visitor with a disgruntled "yes?" A shadow cast over you as the massive figure stood tall in front of you.

Zarya smirked. "You really think you were getting away that easily, anon?" Her hand grabbed you by the collar and yanked you back to her. She wrapped both her massive, muscular arms around you, holding you tight. "You're so cute when you're scared..." she playfully growled in her thick Russian accent.

Her grip was like a vice. You couldn't move anything save for your kicking legs. She carried you to a nearby chair and threw you onto it. Before you could get back up, she forcefully sat herself on top of you, making you sink into the chair. She held herself close to you, pushing her large breasts into your face and neck. A hint of sweat was floating into your nose, clearly just back from the gym, and you could hear her slight breathlessness. Heat was pulsating from her like a radiator. You could feel her rock hard abs against you; Christ, it was like a brick wall. Her hands rested on your shoulders, gently caressing them while forcing you back in the seat. The weight on top of you was immense, but you liked it - her sheer size and mass enveloping your view...there was something oddly comforting about it.

"You won't ever escape from me again, anon. You're too veak, and there are too many threats out there." One of her hands rustled your hair, shortly before pushing you deeper into her chest. Then, she roughly pulled your head out, forcing you to look her in the eye.

"Don't ever run away from me again, anon. Or I will be forced to take extreme measures." Her hands moved behind your back, embracing you in a constricting bear hug.

"Da?"

"D...da..." you replied, breathlessly. She simply giggled in response, giving you a tender kiss on the forehead. Pushing her breasts together with her biceps, she pulled your head back into them. Her warmth and total control over you felt relaxing. Your eyes became heavy, and as stuffy as the air between her cleavage was, you could easily drift to sleep. You relaxed your whole body, simply conforming to the mountain of muscle on top of you. Zarya gently pulled you from her breasts, gazing contently into your eyes. She placed a finger on your lips, hushing you before you had even uttered a word.

Releasing her grasp on you, she reached to the base of her tank top and began to lift it off. The abs of steel you were pressed against only moments ago glistened as they came to view - their definition was incredible. Six rock hard abs, flexing slightly as she pulled her top even higher, made you swallow back more than a hint of fear. Zarya tore the rest of her top away, quite literally. She threw the now tattered garment's halves to the floor, leaving her now bare chest in full view. Her breasts were massive - pushing at least an E cup - larger than any you had seen before, yet remained round and perky, likely due to her dedication to health and fitness.

You were shaking at the sight of her. She was gorgeous, yet terrifying. She took your comparatively tiny hands in hers, carefully placing them on her cleavage. Her fingers guided yours, softly squeezing and teasing the mounds of tit flesh. A silent moan escaped her lips before she turned her gaze to you. "Anon, I know you like me. It vill make it less...scary for you when I take you." Gulping hard, you began to shake from fear. Her gentle hold on your hands turned to a tight hold on your wrists in one hand, while the other reached down to begin tearing off your clothes from your body, casting the broken threads to the floor.

Then, her hands turned to your still intact boxers. A bulged had formed, caused bythe oddly erotic display of power. Zarya smirked, carefully tearing the boxers down their centre with ease. Admiring your hardening cock, she took it in her free hand and toyed with it. Stroking it, squeezing it, and agonisingly slowly pumping it, forcing a small moan to escape you. She moved in for a kiss, probing way inside your mouth to tangle your tongues.

Forcing you against the chair with her entire body, a mixture of boundless softness against your chest and a brick wall against the rest of you was all you knew. As you shivered from both fear and arousal she whispered to you. "When I'm done with you, you'll be begging for mercy..." she sharply forced herself against you, harder this time, "but I'm sure you'll love it."

She grabbed your now fully erect cock and rammed it inside of her apparently very slick pussy. It felt amazing, unlike anything you had every experienced. Her dedication to maintaining her muscular form allowed her to do some interesting things with her innermost parts. Zarya bit her lip, clearly enjoying herself too, as she wasted no time in working your full length. It was clear she was going to be relentless, not wasting time with a slow start.

With each motion she came back down onto your comparatively tiny frame like a tonne of bricks. Your whole body shook in response, unable to hold itself steady against Zarya's force. She took a brief moment to look down upon you, taking a small amount of pity for how you violently shook in her storm. She grabbed hold of your shoulders and held you still, pushing you back into the chair. You let out a pained smile - at least she was a little concerned with your comfort. Ignoring the pain as best you could, dignity was a thing of the past. Your face was contorted into all sorts of lewd expressions at the countless tingles flowing through you. Laboured breath intertwined with small moans and cries of affection made the pink haired mountain of muscle giggle. "You're so small," Zarya taunted through her own lewd cries, "you're mine n- ahhh! You're mine...don't forget it..."

Her pace slowed as she clenched down hard on your member. She moved one hand from your shoulder to your neck, staring down at you. Each breath turned into a fight to survive, trying to kick and writhe from her grasp, as useless as it was. She smirked at your futile efforts to escape. Slowly, she returned to her assault on your senses. Somehow, her restraints against you felt...good. It felt great. You could feel the surge of pleasure building at the base of your cock, your stifled breath becoming even more staggered. Zarya let a devious smile creep across her face, crushing her fingers onto your neck and squeezing down hard on your quivering member. She got up in your pained face, demanding one thing; "Beg. For. Me." Black dots began peppering your vision and your lungs burned for precious oxygen. Yet it only served to make you go wild as you finally came, breathlessly whispering out Zarya's name making her smile lovingly. Her grip persisted for your entire orgasm, Zarya not wanting to waste a single drop of your seed.

  Finally, once you were done, she released. You gasped, filling your lungs with the sweet gaseous nectar, extinguishing the flames within your chest. Vision returned, only to be greeted by Zarya finishing herself off on your highly sensitive skin. After several minutes, she finally came, pulling you tightly against her. Her hands gently tangled through your hair, making sure your face was comfortably between her plush breasts. For such an aggressive lover, she was a very gentle care giver. She slowly rocked you back and forth, her chin resting a top your head as she hummed a sweet Russian lullaby. You felt warm. You felt at peace. You drifted to sleep, held carefully in the titanic woman's hold, nothing but her warmth and song to fill your senses.