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replied to your post “Idk if you’d wanna write this but. Please think about Dva teasing s76…”

unf i love how out of it 76 is

I know, right? he’d be sitting there staring at the TV with the most focused expression. Like it’s a mission debriefing and not the 800th time My Little Mermaid.

Just sitting very still and not moving a muscle while D.Va jerks him off slowly. Half way through she pretends to have lost one of her bracelets and dives down under the blanket to breathe warm and wet on his cock and maybe give him a little kiss.

He almost jack-knifes off the couch and swallows his tongue. His cock is pulsing and he makes a sound that’s so sharp and high that the others don’t even associate it with him – just look around in confusion.

He is sweating bullets, fucking scrabbling beneath the blanket, feeling pure, unadulterated terror as he realizes he’s about to come right onto her face and there’s nothing he can do to stop it because he’s not allowed to touch his cock other than to piss.

When D.Va’s mean little hand is there on his balls and digs her fingernails in again and pulls on them, he is fucking thankful. Like he’ll kiss her feet later and lick her toes and let her … oh god. oh fuck you peeps. here it goes, here it comes here iT COMES HOLY POOP FINALLY THE BEGINNING.

So he is so thankful he’ll let her put him in a pretty pink skirt and let her paint his nails and trim his greying pubes until they’re a cute little heart shape just above his cock.

“You’re such a pretty lady, aren’t you?” she coos, hand around her candy pink cock, jerking it and letting him watch how she handles it. “Bet you were real famous with the guys back in the day, eh?”

She crawls between his feet and tugs on the hair at his thighs until his cock flexes and drools a thin sticky stream against his heaving belly. He stares at her, mouth open, slack, helpless as his eyes roam across her body. Her small breasts are moving with her motions; bouncing as much as the little bit of fat they possess allow and he fantasizes about how perfect they would fit in his mouth. How he could suck them in and lave his tongue across those big, soft areolas.

Her bush is visible even above the harness she donned; unkempt and wild – not like she treated him; making him pretty and grooming him just like she wanted to.

He wonders how she’ll sound when he lets his hand slide across her soft, chubby belly and breathe against the fluffy hair in her pits. He wants her to squirm for him and mewl and beg for his cock – 

And then he jerks because she slapped him; slapped his hand and caught his cock with the sharp tips of her nails because she didn’t give a damn and he had been touching what was hers without even noticing.

“You don’t know how to work that thing,” she chides, shuffling forward, nudging her candy pink cock against his balls. “Just let me show you. You don’t know the first about pleasing a lady, so I’ll have to show you. Don’t I?”

“I…” his belly clenches, a denial close to his lips. His cock burns from the slap and his painted nails are digging into the bedding because he is close to coming. He feels like he’s going out of his mind, head feeling fuzzy and hot. “Yes.”

“Yes – what?”

She is nudging against his hole; slippery with lube and barely prepared by her small fingers. He isn’t worried; her cock is slim enough – but for the most part he trusts her implicitly.

“Y-You know better than I.”

She smiles. A radiant, happy grin as she starts to rock into him; giving him little bits of her dick.

“I like you better like this,” she coos at him when she’s gotten into it – really started having a rhythm with which she could comfortably fuck him. Her hands are slapping his thighs and squeezing his ass, and she’s having fun with flipping his skirt up and down over his leaking cock, trying to decide which look she liked better on him. “Lying and taking it is easier. You can do that, at least.”

She is nudging against his prostate and watches him squirm and get brick red. He is scrabbling at anything and everything he can reach and trying to stay quiet as long as possible – until it is not possible anymore and he breaks down; begs her for the permission to touch his cock, to clamp down on it, to let him try and keep his orgasm at bay; and in the end howling and begging for the permission to come on her cock.

“You wanna come? Come like a little whore on my pretty dick?”

“Yes, please, please, oh god please!” He is holding on by the skin of his teeth, his cock dark and swollen and getting the glossy fabric of his skirt sticky.

“No,” she purrs and listens to him sob hysterically and loud – not censoring himself like usual. She wonders who can hear them.