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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Callout Call

Pairing: Pharah x Mercy

Tags: fluff, sexual tension, grinding, teasing, making out, staring, love confessions, crushes, stripping, wingwoman Tracer

Word count: 1.7k

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A/N: They should kiss and get the tension over with already.

Fareeha was quiet for the entire flight back headquarters. Her silence had nothing to do with an injury, although she did have one of those, her ribs were burning, and everything to do with the pretty, blonde doctor seated opposite of her, currently tending to Tracer.

“Angela, don’t look now but I think you might have an admirer.” Tracer snickered right before wincing when Angela pressed on a sore spot on her leg.

“Hush Lena, I’m trying to focus.” Of course Angela could tell that Fareeha was staring at her. She could tell since before their mission too. But thinking about having those pretty eyes on her wouldn’t end well under the circumstance.

Lena wiggled her eyebrows, her mask no longer on her face, instead hanging off her neck, “So you mean you wouldn’t be able to focus if you thought about Fareeha too hard?” As Angela was about to poke her again Lena sped away to Fareeha’s side, laughing and throwing her arm jovially around the soldier’s shoulders.

The two women’s eyes met, Fareeha looked away immediately, her grip on her helmet strengthening. She may have looked away but Angela didn’t, not until they landed.

“Fareeha. Come to my office after you shower will you?” Angela made sure Fareeha heard her through all the chatter and cheers of their friends.

“Me? Why? I’m fi-!” She let out a pained yelp at the firm press of Angela’s elbow against her armor, right above her injured ribs. “Fine.” The word was spoken a lot like a squeak, affirming that Fareeha was in fact not fine, just worse then she wanted to admit. “A- I’ll be there.”

Angela didn’t have to trace her finger up her armor and under Fareeha’s chin when she walked away but she couldn’t get enough of those beautiful brown eyes looking her way. She knew they were following every light sway of her hips as she walked away. Yes, that was very deliberate on her part but she knew by the sound that Fareeha stifled that the fellow agent didn’t hate it.

“The doc likes you.” Lena just loved playing matchmaker for her friends. Who wouldn’t when it was so fun to see Fareeha look away in embarrassment. Fareeha was in desperate need of a shower, and it had nothing to do with the mission she was on. She spent too much time under the cold blast of water, she was left aching more afterwards, which was the opposite of what she wanted when going to visit Angela.

Her hand hovered above the door of the medical wing. Should she have dressed better? All she had were her pants and a tanktop. Then again this was just a check up and fewer layers of clothing were more preferable to get it over with quickly. The only problem is that Fareeha wanted it to go on as long as possible.

After steeling her nerves she pushed the door open and was met with the usually cold interior of the medical room. Except this time there was a particular source of warmth in it. Angela, sitting in her chair, with her coat hanging off it and her blouse slightly unbuttoned. Ah, there was yet another source of heat. “Fareeha. Take a seat.”

“There’s really no need for this. It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Angela gestured to one of the empty beds. Despite being taller than the doctor Fareeha felt small in her office, so she took a seat and resigned to her fate. “I’m gonna lift this up.” Fareeha shivered at her touch, even more when skin met skin and Angela’s eyes met her naked ribs. “Fareeha…” Fareeha felt like she was being scolded, she looked away once again, “You were right, it’s not too bad. But I’m afraid I wasn’t entirely honest with you. I saw you take that hit, I knew it wouldn't be that bad with you physique and armor.”

Upon hearing that Fareeha immediately pushed her tanktop back down. “Then why?”

“Because you haven’t stopped staring at me since our reunion.” Angela didn’t need Lena to tell her what she already knew. But she did like the extra push that the speedster gave her. “It’s getting very distracting, and I would appreciate-”

“I’ll stop! I’m sorry if I freaked you out!” Now Fareeha really felt like she was being scolded. How embarrassing, she was a respected soldier and she got reduced to a mess by a pretty blonde.

She felt Angela’s fingers going up her shoulder and pushing until the doctor was in her lap. In. Her. Lap. Angela was in her lap. What was happening? Why was she too stunned to speak? Or do anything but stare at Angela’s… oh fuck… is that a beauty mark?!

“I’m so flattered but I want you to look up here for right now.” Angela tilted Fareeha’s head by her chin, her long fingers scratching just light enough for Fareeha to feel her fingernails on her skin. “Fareeha, if you want to look at me like that you need to be ready to voice the things you want. Otherwise I’ll have to drag them out of you. That wouldn’t be very fun now would it?”

Fareeha had a hard time focusing, she saw Angela’s lips moving but Angela was in her lap! “Yes.” That was probably the right way to respond seeing how she only heard half the question.

“Oh? You like being punished then?” Angela teased as her hands roamed up and down Fareeha’s buff arms.

“What? No! Not really, I just… being here feels like punishment enough. I already apologized about staring at you, what more do you want from me Angela?” Fareeha’s breath caught in her lungs when Angela leaned in closer, the movement shifting the doctor’s weight in her lap, her thighs warming her lap more than the pants were.

“I want you to be honest with yourself Fareeha.” Honest? Did she mean-? Fareeha’s eyes fell back on Angela’s lips, they looked so soft, so tasty. “A little more darling.”

“D-Darling?” If she wasn’t burning up before she sure as hell was now. Her whole body was hot, she was sure Angela could feel her palms through her skirt. Fareeha wasn’t sure when her hands drifted down there but Angela was clearly didn’t mind them being there. “Honestly, I want to kiss you Angela. I wanted to kiss you since… a while ago.” Fareeha was honest but she wasn’t gonna admit how she had a crush on the doctor for years.

“Then kiss me already Fareeha.” No one had to tell her twice now. Fareeha leaned forward at the same time as Angela leaned in, their lips met and for a moment Fareeha had to remember to breathe. The issue was that Angela’s lipstick tasted too sweet so Fareeha had to breathe through her nose, she wasn’t gonna pull away unless she absolutely needed to.

Angela’s lips tasted like strawberries, must be her lipstick. But if you told Fareeha that it was just Angela’s natural taste she would believe you. She wondered what else Angela would taste like, and where she might taste sweeter.

Her arms circled around the doctors hips, settling on her back, feeling it ripple under her touch as Angela gasped into her mouth. Fareeha wasn’t prepared for tongue that slipped into her mouth, or for the moan that she heard after, the moan that sounded a lot like her name. She responded in kind, pushing her body against Angela’s which then resulted in a slow grinding motion from the two, eliciting more moans, louder moans.

When they pulled away, barely, Fareeha noticed that Angela’s lips looked a little bit redder then before. It wasn’t the lipstick, that was already smudged. “Do those hurt?”

“Very much. You should kiss them better.” When did Angela’s voice get so sultry? It was normal a few minutes ago!

Fareeha wanted to hear her name said in that tone. That was her new mission. To achieve that she leaned in and captured Angela’s lips again, this time taking the initiative and pressing her tongue against Angela’s own. Her hands wandered to the front, fiddling with the buttons keeping the offending blouse together. Oh it was very pretty on Angela, but right now Fareeha needed it gone.

“So eager.” Angela smirked against her lips, “Lean back Fareeha.” Hearing her name spoken like that almost made Fareeha see fireworks. It was the sound she would hear in dreams from now on. “Keep your eyes on mine. Not an inch lower.” She temped her by slowly undoing button by button. Fareeha bit the inside of her cheek and gripped Angela’s thighs, hoping to have enough strength not to look down. From the bottom of her vision she saw a sliver of a black bra. “You can look now.”

She never looked down faster.

Her mouth went dry. “Angela.”

“Yes, darling?” The doctor knew she wasn’t being fair to the soldier. She was teasing way too much, but that was what Fareeha got for keeping quiet for so long. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” There it was. Finally. It felt so good to say, “I want you Angela.”

Angela leaned forward again, Fareeha’s eyes back on her’s to try and not act too horny right now.

“Hey Doc, do you have any-” Lena stopped mid stride, her eyes zooming from Fareeha who was on her back, and Angela who was half naked on top of her. “Oh! I knew it! Nevermind! Have fun lovebirds!” Lena all but squealed as she skipped her way out and left the two new lovers alone.

Fareeha hid her face in her hands, too embarrassed to look anywhere right now. She didn’t even want to be here. Except that she did because her crush was still half naked on top of her. “I suppose I should go see what she wanted. Would you like to do this again sometime?”

“Uhm… yes. After… after a date maybe?” She peaked at Angela through her fingers, catching the beautiful sight one last time before it vanished under the doctor’s blouse.

“A date sounds nice. Are you free tomorrow night?” Angela groaned a little when she moved down from Fareeha’s strong lap. That sound would also be filed in Fareeha’s brain for later. “Angela?”

“Hm? Yeah! I’m free.” If she wasn’t she would make time damn it!

“I look forward to it. I’ll see you later darling. Until then don’t do anything too strainous on the body. Just in case.” Fareeha shivered again when Angela’s finger moved from her chin to her ribs. Once again she couldn’t keep her eyes off the blonde as she walked away.

Anything too strainous? Just for her hands.

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pink-valkyrie-writes · 7 months

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"She's busy rn.."

-Fareeha Amari x Angela Ziegler

-warnings: nsfw, harassment (?), some arguing, recorded sex

-MY FAVORITE LESBIAN LOVERS LET'S GOOOOO. I've been wanting to write a fic with these two for awhile <3

Angela's line of work has never been easy. Running around, tons of paperwork, and love-sicken patients/coworkers. She loved Genji...as a friend and co-worker. She thought her wedding ring may have stopped him...But he always persisted. Now her wife has to step in...

"What a day.." Angela told herself as she neatly put her paperwork into one pile. The work these days were getting harder and longer. The bags under her eyes were getting darker and she didn't even have time brush her hair half the time, only just sloppily putting it up in a claw clip...But even then, she still loves her job. She has always loved to help those in need, and a tough workload won't change her love for the field of medicine.

But another pain to her day was her green haired colleague. Genji walked into her office with a hand behind his back, "Angela! You're here!" He smiled, walking to her desk where she sat. She looked up with him with a forced smile, "Hi Genji...How can I help you?" Angela asked in a tired voice.

"I brought you something...Your favorite..." He said, pulling out a box of Swiss chocolate. She was kinda surprised when he pulled about the chocolate. He always gave her gifts and treats...kinda from the kindness of his heart. Another part wants something else.

"Genji, this is very sweet of you..Thank you!" She said, accepting the box with her wedded hand, hoping to show the ring off again. "Where did you get these?"

"I ordered then offline and had the personally delivered to me...to give to you.." He blushes, smiling at Anegla. She opened the box and ate once, instantly loving the taste of the milk chocolate treat. She only ever eats these on Valetines' day with her wife or...given by Genji on the same day.

"These are amazing, Genji, thank you.." Angela mumbled, eating another chocolate. She was in heaven..

"I was thinking...Maybe you would want to go on a date this Friday?" He asked, feeling nervous about her answer. Angela gave him a certain look, one that read 'really?'.

"Genji...I didn't say yes to the last date, I am not saying yes to this one.." She said, setting the box of chocolates to the side, giving him her full attention. "Well...Maybe I can show you a good time with a dinner date, maybe a movie...I can show you a good time Angela..' He said, pleading his case to her.

"Thank you Genji, but no thank you..." She said, standing up, putting the chocolates in her tote bag along with her keys. She made her way around the desk and past him. "You can see yourself out.." she said, leaving her own office. She knows Genji is like a puppy dog and will lock up her office for her.

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Fareeha smiled and ran to the front door as she heard the locks being unlocked. She greeted her wife with a big hug, "Hi my habiba!" She said, hugging her smaller wife. Angela loved how her wife embraced her at home. Fareeha got here from deployment and will be home for the next few months.

"Ah, mein schatz..I had such a long day.." Angela said, hugging Fareeha tightly. Fareeha took her bags and keys, ushering her inside to help her relax. "Tell me all about it." Fareeha said, putting her bag down. As she set it down on their counter, she noticed a red box. Fareeha pulled it out to see the Swiss chocolate.

She turned to show Angela the box, "..Did your little green sparrow gives these to you..?" Fareeha asked, feeling instantly annoyed. She knew Genji liked her wife a lot.

Angela sighed, "What do you think?" She said, asking as if it was obvious. Fareeha already knew the answer, yes. She opened the box and stole a chocolate. "The ones I get you taste better..." She said, clearly bitter.

"Fareeha, you know not to take this to heart," she said, setting her coat on the coat rack. "I know it shouldn't let it bother me, but it still does...He knows you're married yet he's still so desperate..!" Fareeha said, dropping the box on the counter and going back to kitchen. Fareeha was making Angela dinner before she came home.

"He's being nice!"

"He wants to take you for himself!"

Angela came into the kitchen to see Fareeha cooking, leaning against the counter, watching her wife angrily cook a delicious meal. Fareeha shook her head, not seeming interested in the excuses for Genji.

"I always reject him because I am with you"

"But you accept his gifts! That gives him the idea he has a chance!"

She took a deep breath and sighed, looking down at the food, "Listen, I don't want to be mad at you. You know I love you and you know you're a beautiful woman...I don't trust guys like him.."

Angela sighed, moving to wrap her arms around Fareeha's strong body, "I hear you...I don't want you to feel like I want him." She said, kissing her upper forearm then resting her head on his shoulder. Fareeha leaned her down on top of hers, continuing to cook.

Soon Fareeha looked at her, "Give me a kiss," then Angela smiled, leaning on her tippy toes to kiss her wife. They always tried not to stay mad at one another, but they also never wanted to shy away from problems. That's why they're amazing together.

Later after dinner was eaten and cleaned up, Angela got out the shower into their shared room. Fareeha was dressed in a loose shirt and boxers, laying on the bed while on her phone. She looked up and whistled at seeing her wife in just a towel and her hair wet. Anegla blushed, going to her dresser to grab her pajamas.

She then used to her towel to dry her head, letting Fareeha see all of her wife's exposed body. Even though she's seen her body many times before, she still blushes as if it was her first time seeing her. Angela put on her black, silk robe and moved on to her skin care. Fareeha moved off the bed and behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist. She took a deep breath in to smell the body wash she used. The scent of vanilla and shea always brought her a sense of comfort, "You smell good.."

Anegla smiled as she applied her various face creams and serums, "Thank you mein liebling," she said, loving the feeling of Fareeha so close to her. She felt her face get hotter as she feels her wife press her hips against her backside, like she was trying to grind on her.

Fareeha's hands moved all along her body. Squeezing her hips, hands cupping her breast, hands moving down to grope her ass. It was clear that Fareeha wanted her tonight. Angela moved the towel off her head, allowing Fareeha to smell her freshly washed hair. Her wife's hands were the only ones she loved.

Angela moved her hangs to untie the robe, letting the black silken material open to reveal the space between her breast, her stomach...the mirror cutting off along her pubic bone, almost hiding Fareeha's prize. Her wife smiled, picking up Angela and putting her down on the bed. "You look so sexy right now," Fareeha said, moving to be on top of her.

She moved the robe to fully expose her body, a hand running down her body. Anegla immediately submitted to her touch, "Fareeha..." she said, feeling the hands she loved most touch her hardening nipples. Her breath became heavier, skin getting goosebumps. Then Fareeha moved to kiss Angela, locking her lips in with hers. Moving down, she kisses along her neck, sucking on her pale skin to leave marks she can wear to work tomorrow.

"Oh mein gott...Mein schatz..." she said, feeling her body tingle at the feeling of have her sensitive spots tended to. Fareeha's hands moved to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh. Angela moaned softly, smiling as she bites her bottom lip. Fareeha kissed down her body, kissing down the valley of her breasts, kissing along her stomach, and kissing the top of her pubic bone. She looked up at the blonde, wanting to get the 'ok' to proceed. Angela nodded, giving a small 'yes' as well.

Instantly, she moved down to kiss along her cunt. She took her time, licking up her slit to her clit. She tasted her the blonde's wetness, loving her taste. She could stay like this for hours if she really wanted to. Fareeha wrapped her arms around her pale thighs, pulling her in closer.

Angela moaned, eyes closing and head leaning back into the mattress. Her hand resting on top of Fareeha's black hair, keeping her head there, "Fuck, Fareeha don't stop," she begged. But she didn't have to beg, she wasn't planning on stopping any time soon.

Angela felt herself getting closer, her moans and whines indicating that. Though she had a strong grip on her hair, Fareeha pulled away licking her lips, "Not yet baby.." she said, moving off the bed to go to her bed side table. Angela knew what that meant, she took off the robe completely and threw it on the floor.

She watched Fareeh take off her clothes, admiring her strong figure. Her biceps, abs, and v-line we addicting to look at. She slipped on the strap on, tightening the straps so she can feel the burn of the ropes while fucking her.

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The room was hot and sweaty. Fareeha snapped her hips into Angela, roughly fucking her while looking into her eyes. Eye contact was a big with her, if Angela wanted to finish, she knew she had to give Fareeha her full attention. She held her legs up to her chest, Angela's ankles resting on her shoulders.

Though she was focused on her wife, she kept hearing her phone go off and being flooded with text messages. Fareeha tried to focus on her, but kept getting distracted, Angela noticed this, "Hey...are you okay?" she asked. She sighed as the messages kept going off. "can you see what they wants?" Angela asked nicely and Fareehs agreed.

Fareeha slowly pulled out, going to check Angela's phone. She smiled at the screen saver of her and Angela of their winter ski trip which also their wedding anniversary they spent in Norway. As she entered in the password, she saw many messages from her work email about stuff for tomorrow, texts from coworkers...then a certain text from Genji.

He sent a shirtless gym photo, showing off his arms, asking her "you up?" Fareeha was instantly annoyed, where did he get off thinking this was a good idea? Plus...hers gains were better. She could also see in previous texts Angela stays professional and doesn't ever try to flirt back. She loved seeing how loyal she was.

"What's wrong..?" she asked, see her wife's jaw clench. Fareeha took her phone to the bed and showed her, making Angela groan in annoyance. But then Fareeha told her, "On your hands and knees. I'm gonna show him that you're mine..." she said as Angela obliged. Angela knew what she was going to do, and she loved it. Fareeha easily slid the silicone cock back into Angela, slowly thrusting. Grabbing her blonde locks, she started to pick up speed again, making her moan out loudly. She looked delicious like this.

Fareeha positioned the phone, hitting the record button. The camera shows Angela's back, the view of Fareeha pulling her hair back as she moaned.

"Who's the pussy is this?" she asked in a breathy voice, hand leaving her hair to smack her ass repeatedly. It make Angela cry out, "It's yours! Only yours Fareeha!" she moaned, whining at the ass slaps. She laced her hands through her hair, grabbing at the scalp to pull again. As Angela moaned out for her, Fareeha flipped the camera to show her face. She gave the camera a smile before ending the video. Before sending the video, she texted him,

"She's busy rn..."

She clicked the send button. Fareeha tossed the phone aside and kept thrusting, her now free hand grabbing ahold of her waist to help with the thrusts. Her grip on her hair never faltered, "Good girl...You love taking this dick.." she said, slapping her ass again. She bit her lip, smiling as she whines at her comment. Angela backed on her strap-on, meeting her thrusts halfway through.

"I love you, mein liebling"

"I love you most, my habiba..."

The next day, Fareeha was walking with Angela as her hand rested on her hip. Angela wore a v-neck, showing off the hickies that was given to her the night before. As they walked to her office from her lunch break, they pasted Genji who seemed timid as her look at Fareeha.

She gave him a smirk as she continued to talk to Angela who was explaining a work thing while looking at her tablet. Her hand that rested on her hip moved into Angela's back pocket, keeping her angel close. She kept her far away from that green sparrow.

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