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Three games later, and you were still amazed you got out of your encounter with Octane both unscathed and undiscovered. Even your partner stumbling on you didn’t seem to notice what you and the speedster had gotten up to seconds before, focused entirely on the game. Like you should be doing right now.
An ambush early on left you squadless, both your teammates barely buying you enough time to escape with a gun in your hands. Your path hadn’t treated you much better, opening up a door to reveal the fifth room in a row of garbage loot. “Shit, at this rate I could open a ‘Sights and Meds’ store since that’s all I can find apparently…”
The Solar Array was normally pretty good for loot, but you must have been on an unlucky streak. You sighed and checked your single shotgun, cataloguing your ammo. 1 gun, 20 shots. You needed a weapon with a range longer than 10 feet, dammit!
A metal clink resounded behind you, and you turned to see a tiny cluster on the ground. You squinted, then scrambled as they began to squeal. The knuckle cluster then began to fire, and with no other cover in sight you tried to dive between the metal railing that ran along the upper landing. You succeeded in getting halfway through, but once again your hips stopped you from getting to the other side.
“Fuck!” you shouted, lifting your arms to cover your face. Shrapnel went this way and that, a couple pieces slicing the back of your thigh or your arm. The explosions died down quickly though, and you were left relatively unharmed but still very much stuck. Footsteps began to approach from outside the door, and you wrestled hard to free yourself from the tight squeeze. How was this happening again?!
“Well well well.” That cocky Australian drawl could piss you off any day of the week. You stopped kicking and just let your legs dangle, figuring that might look a little less embarrassing. “Seems I caught myself a beautiful beast.”
“I figured I’d give you another campfire story to tell,” you spat, grabbing the rails on either side of your hips and pulling. Then pushing. Nope, this time you had well and truly gotten yourself stuck. “Now please get me down.”
“Aww, but you look so good like this!” Now where had you heard that attitude before? Footsteps slowly got closer to you, and you could sense the stare focused on your behind. “Sure I can’t leave you hangin’ for a lil bit longer?”
“Dooown,” you drawled, tapping your fingers on the metal bars. “Now please.”
Fuse sighed. “Alright, quit squirmin.”
His hands fastened around your hips, and you sat still as he wiggled them back and forth, trying to loosen you. After a few grunts of effort he whistled sharply. “Bloody hell, how’d you manage this mate?”
“You could say I have a knack for getting stuck,” you grumbled.
“I’ll say.” He tried to slide his fingers between your back and the metal, realising a second later than you that doing so put his palms right over your ass. He paused for a second before saying, in a surprisingly sincere voice, “Y’know, call me perverted but lookin’ at you in this sorry state makes me wanna eat you up.”
You were having a massive case of deja vu. “I know I look delicious, you don’t have to tell me. But let me remind you that we are in a blood sport. ”
He chuckled and grabbed your ass with far more intent. “Believe me, I’m out for blood right now.”
“Show some respect for the sport, Walter!” you shouted, face burning with blush. Clearly that line of reasoning was not a deterrent. You needed to think of another defense when you got in this situation again, because with your luck it would only be a matter of time.
“Well, I can’t get you unstuck,” Fuse admitted, trying again to wiggle your pinned hips to emphasize his point. “So the way I see it, I can either put you out of your misery, or we can both have some fun with this.”
Of course that’s the way he sees it. But, to be honest with yourself, your only other option was calling on the Games support, and doing so would get you disqualified for the rest of the season. That was a lot of money you weren’t willing to lose. “Fine then. Why not both?”
“Beg your pardon?” You tried your best to look at him over your shoulder.
“You’re gonna shoot me anyways, so you might as well make it up to me before you do it.” You didn’t need to explain any further before Fuse was pulling your pants down your legs.
“Now that, I can do.” There was an innate hesitation that came with getting naked here, the thought that this was a televised event and any second, an official Apex drone could float around the windows and catch a glimpse of what was happening. But you supposed there was nothing you could do about it now, was there? Besides, if this was going to happen twice, you might as well get your own enjoyment out of it this time.
“Just make it quick,” you told him, relaxing the best you could in your position. A metal hand rested on your ass, thumb moving to spread your lips open for him.
“With a tongue like mine?” he asked, chuckling as he brought himself closer to you. “Not a problem.”
He did not dive right in as you expected, rather he started by pressing his lips against a cut on your thigh, caused by the shrapnel of his grenade. The cut was thin, where blood merely poked through rather than flowed, and his tender kiss soothed the sting it caused. He trailed upwards, soft kisses marking his trail towards your sweet spot.
“I said make it qui- hahhh.” You couldn’t finish your complaint before he dragged his tongue over your slit, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your behind. He did it again, slower, tongue sliding between your folds and dragging over your tiny hole. When he pulled away, he spread you open again, humming in admiration.
“Beautiful view,” he commented quietly, always with a damn smirk. His tongue found your hole again, swirling around the soft edges before diving in and getting a full taste of you. With years of experience he knew exactly how to hit all the sensitive nerves at once, leaving your legs shaking and your fingers scraping against the metal floor in search of something to grab. You wished that something was his hair, but the angle made it impossible.
“ God yes, ” you breathed. Submitting to this felt wrong, only in the sense that you were technically at work, but you couldn’t deny that the combination of helplessness and the lingering threat of the cameras introduced a lively zing to the equation that overrode your desire to fight and win. It was fun to defeat the other Legends, but getting used by them was just a little more exciting. Especially when they could set your body aflame like Fuse could.
He was not kind to your sensitive little spots; instead he abused them to the point your back was arching painfully, suppressed moans turning into warbling cries for mercy and relief. His hands gently caressed your hips, a contrast to how he used his tongue to absolutely destroy you. He kept a rough pace, not letting up for a second even to make his smart ass remarks. All this to build a steady crescendo that slammed into you like a wave of red hot stimulation.
“ Fu-ha-huck me ,” you gasped, clenching and twisting your shirt for lack of anything else to dig your nails into. You lost control of yourself, your entire body working out the shudders as Fuse pulled away. As your pussy spasmed he let his hot breath fall over it, just to send some final shivers up your spine.
“Maybe after the game,” Fuse responded, just barely out of breath. “Reckon if I screw you now, your lil’ heart might just explode.”