My first story/overwatch tracer and hanzo. I had an ai help with the grammar.

The rooftops of King’s Row glowed under the moonlight as Tracer blinked in and out like a hyperactive firefly on a mission to ruin Hanzo’s night… and his nuts.

“Oi, tall, dark, and broody!” she sang, landing right in front of him with a cheeky spin. She struck a pose—hips cocked, one hand behind her head, the other tracing down her tight bodysuit, accentuating every curve. “Like what you see, love? All this speed and flexibility… bet you wish you could keep up with a body like this instead of hiding behind your bow.”

Hanzo’s eyes flicked over her for half a second—big mistake. Tracer used that split-second to blink forward and drive her knee straight up between his legs with a loud THWACK!

“GUH—!” Hanzo doubled over instantly, hands flying to his crotch as his precious dragon eggs got flattened against his pelvis.

“Aww, did I catch your little plums off guard?” Tracer giggled, stepping back and doing a slow, playful twirl. She ran her hands down her sides, pushing out her chest and arching her back just enough to make her suit hug every inch. “Eyes up here, archer boy… or down there if you prefer watching me move while I wreck your balls!”

Hanzo tried to straighten up, growling through the pain, but Tracer was already gone. She reappeared behind him, pressed her body lightly against his back (just enough for him to feel her warmth), and whispered, “Bet these feel nice and firm, huh?” before dropping low and slamming her elbow right into his dangling nuts—CRACK!

Hanzo let out a strangled yelp, knees buckling as he clutched his swelling sack. “You… filthy…!”

“Filthy? Nah, I’m just flexible!” Tracer laughed, blinking away and reappearing in front of him again. She did a little victory dance, shaking her hips and running her palms over her toned thighs and tight ass. “Watch this, dragon daddy—see how fast I can move these hips? Imagine if I was grinding on something else instead of smashing your poor boys!”

She blinked in close, grabbed his ponytail, and yanked his head down while her knee pistoned up again—POW!—nailing him square in the balls for the third time. Hanzo’s eyes crossed, a deep groan ripping from his throat as he sank to one knee, both hands desperately cupping his throbbing, bruised nuts.

“Oooh, they’re getting nice and swollen already!” Tracer cooed, stepping closer and striking another pose—legs spread, hands sliding up her body from her hips to her chest, squeezing just enough to make the material stretch. “Look at me, Hanzo. All tight, fast, and bouncy… while you’re down there nursing two very sore dragon eggs. Does it sting extra knowing a girl half your size is turning your manhood into mush?”

Hanzo tried to nock an arrow with shaking hands, but Tracer was too quick. She blinked behind him, wrapped one leg around his waist like she was about to climb him, and then slammed her knee forward from behind—THUMP!—crushing his balls upward against his body.

“NNNGH—!!” Hanzo collapsed forward onto all fours, forehead pressed to the roof, ass slightly raised as he whimpered and protected his battered package.

Tracer stood over him, one boot gently pressing on his lower back to keep him down. She did a slow, sensual stretch—arching her back, pushing her chest forward, then bending forward so her tight little butt was right in his line of sight if he dared look up.

“Poor thing,” she teased, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Your big strong dragons can’t save those sad little plums, can they? Every time I blink, your balls pay the price. Bet they’re turning purple and puffy… just like your pride!”

She hopped off him, only to blink right back in and deliver one final, merciless kick—SMACK!—toe of her boot connecting perfectly with his already abused nuts from behind while he was still on his hands and knees.

Hanzo let out a broken, high-pitched groan and curled into a fetal position, both hands shoved between his legs, rocking slightly as waves of nut-crushing pain rolled through him.

Tracer planted one foot on his shoulder and struck her most dramatic pose yet—chest out, one hand on her hip, the other blowing him a kiss. “There we go, love. Lesson learned? When Tracer’s on the field, you guard your balls better than you guard the objective. Now stay down and admire the view while those dragon balls of yours swell up like balloons. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before drawing that bow… or at least wear a cup, yeah?”

She winked, still flaunting her perfect, agile body with a little shimmy. “Call me if you need someone to kiss it better… or smash it harder. Your choice, dragon boy\~”