Hanzo/D.Va – rimming; housewife!Hanzo; slutshaming – Hana has borrowed Hanzo for a bit of housekeeping duty. She’s put him in a nice dress, too!
“Woooow…” D.Va looks around her room with hooded eyes, and her hands on her hips. She slowly chews her gum, then blows a bubble that seems to go on and on forever while Hanzo is standing in the middle of the room, cringing more and more and trying not to show it.
She looks supremely unimpressed, and the longer it goes on, the harder he is gripping the old-timey duster she’s pushed into his hands before strolling out two hours ago.
Finally, Hana pops the bubble and stalks deeper into the room, immediately going towards one of her action figure shelves and dragging a finger along its surface.
“You’re not really good at this, are you?” she murmurs, glancing at her finger after pulling it away. Hanzo flushes. “You’re pretty bad for a maid, in fact. I thought you had learned all this stuff.” He flushes darker and remains silent, staring down at the floor. Like this, the petticoat is directly in his line of sight, reminding him of the maid costume she made him wear as part of her ownership of him today.
She sighs and wipes her finger against her sweatpants.
“I’ll have to tell McCree that he ought to show his girl how to properly clean.” Hanzo scowls, He wants to feel angry but all that he can drudge up is a deep embarrassment over his shortcomings. He listens to Hana puttering around the room, checking for what he’s done, and startles when her small hand suddenly touches the middle of his naked back. The maid uniform is not a professional one. It shows more than it hides, making him look like he has tits (and he will never admit that he’s spend the first ten-or-so minutes admiring himself in D.Va’s large mirror).
“You look pretty in the dress,” she tells him, and she sounds sincere enough that his ever-present flush deepens, nipples getting hard and sensitive as if on command. They’ve primed him for it by now. To react to every little suggestion, get hot and bothered at the mere thought of them playing with him.
The petticoat hides how his cock is lifting eagerly, balls already throbbing as he watches Hana start to unselfconsciously peel out of her clothes, throwing them to the side and exposing herself to him.
“Got one more place for you to clean,” she sing-songs. He watches as she kneels on her candy pink bedspread and braces herself on one shoulder so she can reach backwards.
“Come here and be a good girl, hm? I’ll pay you extra…” She spreads her cheeks apart, showing off the small clenched hole of her anus, the other hand crooking a little finger at him beckoning him closer.
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“Damn.. that’s it… you’re good at that at least, huh? Oh ffff… d-dang…” Hana is whining into her bedspread, mouthing at whatever strip of fabric is close enough, happily drooling into it as she keeps both hands back to spread her ass open for Hanzo to get deeper and deeper and deeper. Her soft skin is red and raw looking from his beard, but she still does not want him to stop the greedy drags of his soft, wet tongue across her hole.
“Does your husband make you rim him too?” she asks breathlessly, rocking back against his face, her cunt smearing sticky slick against his chin. “Do you bring him a beer and then get on your knees to lick his ass?”
Her voice breaks marginally, gets high and trembling as his big hands carefully curl around her ankles, then slide up her calves to grip at the backs of her knees and push her legs further apart.
He dips down and gentles the hot, swollen gash of her cunt with his tongue, but one of her hands rushes down and curls cruelly in his hair, dragging him up and mashing his face back into her ass.
“Nobody said you could stop,” she pants. “Do as you’re told, and maybe I’ll…” she hiccups when he tries to wriggle his tongue into her tight clench, then instructs him with a thin voice to use more spit. “Maybe I’ll not tell your husband what a little.. wh-… whore he has for a wife.”
Jesse knows, of course. And Hana knows that he knows – but she also knows how hot it gets Hanzo to feel like he’s being coerced.
He just wouldn’t have thought how much it gets to him listening to her break down; trying not to swear as she’s trained herself for her streams, but unable to keep from it in the long run when his tongue is wriggling into her and feeling how hot and slick her intestines are.
His thumbs rub circles into her skin, cock trapped in the folds of the petticoat and drooling, chafing against the coarse material. He listens to the slick sounds of her jerking herself off and wishes he was allowed to lick her cunt until she comes on his face. His duty is to lick her ass, however… and he definitely wants McCree to lend him out again to her. So he’ll do exactly as he’s told.
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