[FM] I repaid my swallowing dept to the guy who carried me in overwatch

A few months ago I thought I was just having some harmless, flirty fun in a late-night Discord session, playing Overwatch with someone i barely know from across the country. I played with some friends in their discord when a friend of the joined the game. But after a few hours my friends left, me being Jobless and restless to that time, I stayed up, sipping a self-mixed mojito, vibing with this guy who stuck around after our friends bailed for work the next day. We clicked instantly—bantering, laughing, dominating matches. I'm flirty in real life, but online? I'm unstoppable. No consequences, right? He was just a voice on the other side of a screen, halfway across the country. So, I leaned into it, playing Mercy to his DPS, teasing him with slutty lines about how he should "use me" and give me orders in-game. Things escalated. One thing led to another, and soon we were in a full-on Discord masturbation session, toys and all, still queuing for matches like it was no big deal.

We repeated it a few times—naughty, anonymous fun, just voices, no faces, no strings. During one session, high on the thrill, I made a bold bet: "If you carry me to Diamond, I'll let you creampie my throat." It was half-joke, half-horn, but he took it seriously. We dove into ranked, and damn, he delivered .. partly with his killer aim, partly with legit good callouts that made me a better player.After roughly a month playing with him, I hit Diamond, and we laughed it off. He was still just a voice from nowhere. No consequences. Until I walked into my friend's place for one of our usual hangouts and heard that voice. At first, I didn't clock it. My friends often had randoms over, so the tall guy with the scruffy beard and faded band tee didn't stand out. But after a few hours of snacks and dumb jokes, his laugh hit me like a payload. I whispered to my friend, "Who's that guy?" and got the gut-punch answer: "Oh, you two played a ton of Overwatch together." It was him. The guy I'd promised my mouth to.

My brain went into overdrive. Did he recognize my voice? Was he playing it cool like I was, pretending we were strangers? I caught him glancing at me a few times, his eyes lingering like he was piecing it together, but I couldn't tell if I was paranoid. I'd stopped gaming as much since landing a new job, so maybe he'd forgotten our wild nights. People make stupid bets online all the time, right? As the night wound down, I decided to go. I was grabbing my jacket when he cornered me by the kitchen counter, leaning in all casual. "Lucy, right?" he said, his voice low and familiar, dripping with the same energy as those late-night calls. I nodded, throat tight. "Thought I recognized you," he said, grin widening. "Pretty good Mercy main." I forced a laugh, trying to keep it chill. "You weren't bad yourself. Carried me pretty hard." Inside, my mind was screaming: Does he remember the bet? He tilted his head, like he was choosing his words carefully. "You know, I think you owe me something for that Diamond rank." My heart stopped. He remembered. I opened my mouth to deflect, maybe laugh it off, but he raised a hand, still smiling. "Relax, I'm not a creep. Just thought it was funny we actually met. Let me walk you to the station, though, since we're finally IRL." I agreed, but as we stepped into the chilly night, a flicker of disappointment hit me. Part of me wanted him to push the bet, wanted that rush again. We walked in silence, the dark streets quiet, my mind racing with what-ifs. As we passed a secluded sitting area, shadowed by trees, I made a split-second decision. I grabbed his hand, pulling him off the path. "I always pay my debts," I said, no explanation, just action. I dropped to my knees in front of him, looking up to gauge his reaction.

His grin was instant, confident, no hesitation. He unzipped, and I checked our surroundings—night and trees gave enough cover. I started slow, stroking him, lips brushing his tip, the silence between us a bit awkward. So I went all in, heart pounding, sucking him off with everything I had, letting my tongue dance as his hand rested on my head, his suppressed moans spurring me on. When he twitched, I remembered my promise. I took him deep, letting him finish down my throat, his cum hot and overwhelming. He pulled out, and the silence returned, heavier now. "You did… good," he stammered, then added, "Thank you," like he didn't know what else to say. I just grinned, swallowing, and stood up. "Debt paid."

We walked to the station, the air lighter but still charged. As we said goodbye, I couldn't resist one last jab. "If you carry me to Masters," I said, winking, "you can creampie something else." His laugh followed me onto the train.