Zarya/D.Va – genderfluid Zarya; strap on; mention of clit piercing – Nobody understands Zarya like DVa does.
When Zarya feels more masculine than anything else, he still uses make-up – just differently. It will be less popping and girly. It will accentuate the sharp cut of his jaw and his high, prominent cheekbones.
He does not even dress differently most of the time. He does not expect others to see or feel the change. Does not expect them to ask him about his preferred pronouns any which way of the week.
Zarya does not care for any of it; he never has – but knowing Hana just *gets* him still is an odd comfort that he does not want to miss. While his change might be imperceptible to others, to D.Va it is not.
D.Va only needs to take one look at him, strolling into the kitchen in the morning, and her bright eyes will become dark and needy as she only sees *Daddy*.
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Zarya will keep a loose shirt on and Hana will latch onto it like her life depends on it, small fingers clenched in the material above Zarya’s chest and mouth on the collar, sucking a big wet spot into it as Zarya fucks her on two fingers while dragging his fake cock along the crease of her thigh.
“Oh God… Daddy,” Hana gurgles, indistinct because her plump candy mouth is still latched onto the collar of Zarya’s shirt. Her hips arch up, trying to fuck herself on his fingers, and Zarya chuckles, rubbing his jaw against Hana’s temple.
“There you go, little girl,” he murmurs, voice a bit deeper and thicker than usual. “You’ll take just what you need from daddy, yes?”
He crooks his fingers, wriggling them against the rough little spot in her otherwise silky insides, and D.Va makes a weird rattling sound in the back of her throat, one of her legs kicking out.
Her clit is fat and pretty at the apex of her plump little lips. It looks like a jewel, dark red and swollen, and when Zarya puts his thumb against it, he can feel her pulse for him while Hana goes wild and bucks up until Zarya has to sit back and got her sitting practically in his lap.
He should be a bit more strict to his baby girl, but really… it would be no fun at all. She’s a little jewel and Zarya loves spoiling her to bits. He presses carefully against her swollen clit, and Hana yowls like a cat in heat, her inner walls clenching down something fierce.
“Daddy,” she sobs, finally letting go of the collar, her lipgloss smeared across her chin when she looks up at him. “I want your *cock*.”
Zarya groans and presses small kisses against her cheeks and nose.
“*Da?* Want daddy’s cock? But I just thought about playing with your pretty little pearl some more…”
He twists his fingers, drags a mean little circle into her clit, and Hana goes practically cross eyed, her mouth dropping open.
While she’s still fighting for breath, Zarya murmurs in his best deep rumble: “Been thinking about putting some jewelry on it… maybe a little clamp… or maybe you want to get it pierced for daddy…”
Zarya pinches it carefully between two fingers, just to get his point across, and Hana makes a sound that he is pretty sure would get some dogs howling.
Suddenly, there’s a torrent between her thighs; warm and silky slick, her soft belly trembling through an orgasm while she presses her fists into his chest and rides his fingers with quick, jerky motions that produce lewd squelching sounds as she rides it out.
When she’s more or less calmed down, Zarya carefully puts her back on her back and spreads her knees wide. They fall apart like someone has cut her strings. She’s loose and warm and when Zarya carefully slides into her, she purrs like a kitten, already revving up for round two.
She curls her skinny arms around Zarya’s broad shoulders and moans like a porn star as Zarya slowly fucks her on his cock, sliding in deep and smooth without any resistance.
Hana has sharp little nails that she will dig into Zarya’s neck or rake down his back when he’s not feeling like keeping a shirt on, and while he does like how enthusiastic she gets, clawing daddy up and marking him as hers, he thinks for the millionth time that she would also look very cute with some kitty paws… and also hurt much less.
“God… fuck,” D.Va whines when Zarya cants his hips on an off chance and hits a good spot inside her. She has a potty mouth, and Zarya has enjoyed spanking her for it on more than one occasion but today he just bites into her little ear lobe and curls his arms around her shoulders to pull her deeper onto his dick.
She hiccups and jerks beneath him at the harsh treatment, thighs twitching once then falling limp again.
“Daddy,” she breathes and then on every other thrust: “Daddy, daddy, daddy.”
Her voice has become saccharine and a bit more high-pitched than usual; a surefire sign that she’s getting there again, and Zarya curls down above her, putting a bit more oomph into his thrusts while holding her pinned to the spot. Making her take all of him until she whines from the latent ache of it all.
He’ll make her cum again and again before making her suck him off to completion. He’ll do anything for her. He hadn’t thought he’d find someone like her here in all places, but he’ll do anything to keep her.
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