#me and the 3 other mauga and doom fans r gonna love this one 😼

[letternotekisses]

Being the personal assistant to Akande Ogundimu came with some additional tasks that weren’t necessarily in the job description - not that you were really complaining. You got paid heftily well to deliver some documents and to sit and look pretty for your boss, who wasn’t sore on the eyes himself. It was a neat gig.

As of late, though, he seemed happy to let each of his agents take a piece of what he considered his. Sharing was caring, after all, right? He’d all but dropped you off in front of Mauga - who’d leaned down to get a better look at you, his tongue lathing over his pointy canines as a sharp grin cracked his face. Your face warmed, flustered as you met his crimson eyes and clutched your clipboard to your chest.

You offered an unsure glance to Akande, who simply clicked his tongue sharply, giving Mauga a pointed look over his shoulder as he turned to walk away.

“Don’t break her.”

Knowing Mauga, he likely took that as a challenge. But he also knew that Doomfist liked to keep good care of his toys, and that sharing was a rare occurrence that Mauga probably wouldn’t be able to indulge in again. He decided to make the most of it.

And that’s exactly what led you to your current predicament, knees knocking together as slurring whines tumble from your mouth, unable to form a coherent sentence with Mauga’s face buried between your plush thighs. He’d all but tore the skirt off your body, herding you over some poor souls desk because he was much too impatient to walk the two minute journey to his room.

Everything about this was unprofessional, but with Mauga’s facial hair scraping against your inner thighs and his tongue buried deep into your cunt, you couldn’t really find a fuck to give. His hands dig into the fat of your hips, keeping you still enough so that he could gorge himself on the heat between your legs. You could hear the chuckling, could feel the vibrations of his pleased laughter against your clit in response to every noise you made.

You bury your face in your arms, whimpering with trembling thighs when he pauses to thumb your clit, the fanning of his hot breath making you twitchy and sensitive.

“Aw,” Mauga all but purrs, standing to kick your legs further part and unbuckle his belt, “You wanna cum, princess? Let’s see how much you can take first.”