Pairing: (Male) ReaderXSombra
Sequel fic to ▓IN▓FIL▓TRA▓TION▓
It's been minutes since that message. The message that caught you completely off-guard. Everything today has been completely normal up to this point...
Thoughts have been running wild in your brain since that hostile takeover. The unknown guest has certainly sparked something in you.
However, what sparks as the top priority in your head, despite all the horror, stress and surprise it triggered within you initially, wasn't the fact that you were under such a sudden hack-attack from the anonymous source, with a name they've yet to reveal to you...
…but more that not only are they coming here, but from the implications that the message worded out for you,
Yes, it indeed is true – you're quite a porn fanatic. At least twice, at most four times a day, you stray away from the regular social-media hot-spots for the steamier side of the tracks, to put it in most modest terms. You're often surprised at yourself that you aren't close enough to reach psychotic pornography addict levels; at most, you're spending usually an hour of combined fapping time on the boob-tube, and at worst, you forget a bit of your train of thought from before you got into it.
Hasn't affected your grades back in school, doesn't taunt you at work right now, and quite honestly, that's the best case scenario for someone like you.
Well, second best.
Only true problem for you is the nonexistent sex life in front of you. Sure, you may have just recently reached your twenties, but still, not even the slightest bit of romance. You could have at least tried your best to hook up with someone back in high school, but it seemed you just weren't interested back then. You don't even think about it much right now outside of jerkin' your chicken in front of the computer screen. You just refuse to admit this, and block your mind out with whatever you have around your house – well, your apartment, at least.
And now, it looks like it could be the zenith of your life, as you're laying down on your bed, fiddling around with your slowly rising erection, preparing for what you hope is going to be a pleasant time with the horny hacker. You know what they meant – or at least only assume with what was said, and you've realized how much of an opportunity it is to finally get some action, after so many years of watching said action from one side of a computer screen...
...and honestly, you're just hoping it isn't a dude who wants this "special little meeting". It couldn't be. It just couldn't.
The shafting of your hands on your cock is slow and sincere, as if to keep it as distanced as possible from the orgasm. You are not going to let the load come blowing out of and onto you – you're saving yourself for whatever cyberstalker intruded your computer and pretty much said without actually saying that they want the D.
...Okay, maybe not that far in terms of saying it, but what other reason would they consider this meeting to be "special"? Sure, it's an ambiguous term, but not so much to you, especially given the amount of porn that you've watched that involved "special meetings".
Plus, they've seen you. The message flat-out stated it. It's certainly true that your computer has come installed with a webcam, so they've at least seen your cock through your pants, even if it wasn't at its full mast, but now to wait and see how they feel around your shameless boner while it's out, about and wiggling in the slight wind around you.
...Speaking of...
SLAM!
Oh shit – the window!
The window right across the other side of your room suddenly opens up, slamming hard enough to scare the shit out of you with the brief loudness that occurs from the bottom end of the upwards-opening window colliding hard against its top end.
In turn, the outside wind comes piling in, unleashing nothing but absolute coldness into your room.
Your whole body – head, hands, cock and all – shiver in presence of the cold. The weather wouldn't be this bad if it wasn't the middle of the fucking winter. It's been nearing the negatives, regardless of whether it snowed, rained, or even if nothing came down from the sky on these days. Thankfully, it wasn't snowing or raining, but unfortunately it was a very windy night, almost nearing midnight, ahead of this town.
But besides that – what the hell is up with the window?
You barely have time to think about it, as the open window comes falling back down to a shut position.
And then a faint buzzing in your unzipped pants. Your phone.
Pretty odd timing for someone to send a message. Probably a friend or a family member. Pretty heavy family tree, so whether it was one of your brother or two sisters between the 4 of you, or a parent or grandparent, was really only determined by the name on the message.
As soon as you get your phone out of your right pocket, turn it on and get right to opening the message, you realize that was not the case, from the looks of what it said.
U seriously think I wouldn't reach you here? Patético ;)
It's the hacker. It's gotta be.
Especially when it came to the name of the sender: Sombra
Suddenly, there was a flash of pinkish-purple lights right in front of you, nearly blinding you for a split second, as someone seems to practically materialize in front of you from nothing.
And there she was.
Your mind tried to recollect whether she was invisible this whole time, or if she teleported or some shit, but at this point, trying to figure out what technology was put to use for her sudden appearance doesn't really matter, and you can't bother to ask her yourself – you remain completely silent as she sits on top of you on the bed, nearly grinding on your cock as she begins to speak down to me.
"Sorry about the cold, cariño. Really, it was the only way I could reach you, without getting caught." You could really tell she was only half-sorry, from the deviant look in her eyes. "...but don't worry... I think you'll warm up pretty nicely to me."
Just from looking and listening to her, she seems absolutely stunning – probably one of the most unorthadox-looking but attractive babes you've ever seen. From the hair to the cybernetic attachments here and there to the form-fitting leggings underneath the somewhat complicated-looking coat, she's certainly got a cool cyberpunk-ish look to her. Not to mention the taste of her accent really bumps her a tiny bit more up the hotness levels – and she's pretty high up there already, in your honest opinion.
Your hands certainly are roamers of their own right, as they seem to begin to feel around, finally resting down on Sombra's thighs, just below the bottom lining of her coat. Full-on latex on her leggings, from the feel of it.
She doesn't seem to be bothered with your touchy-feely hands, responding only with an amused chuckle hidden behind the seductively sinister smirk that remains on her face.
She leans in, looking past me as she locks the front door to your bedroom. Good eye, girl – no one needs to peek in. Just the two of you...
"So, tell me..." She speaks up again, as her right hand – equipped with some sort of claw-like glove – lightly grips around your full-fledged erection. "...do you think you have what it takes to be mine for tonight?"
All you could respond with was a shaky, excitement-hiding nod up to her. You just couldn't bother to speak at all, as you don't think it's necessary to.
Not when you pretty much hit the jackpot.
Translation notes: Cariño - "darling/sweetheart", Patético - pathetic