Anonymous said: “

you said you were in a dva/76 mood soo dva brings in reaper to fuck her while 76 watches. 76 gets a nice front row seat to the show as she lets reaper fuck her hairy lil pussy. reaper graciously lets 76 clean his cock while dva laughs at how pathetic and desperate he is for her tight cunt”

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There was a picture on Soldier: 76′s phone and he hadn’t been able to look away from it for the past five minutes.

He was sitting on his bed in a threadbare tank top and shorts that were tented over an erection he wasn’t going to touch because – because he had been explicitly denied to do so.

Look at my new best friend, the caption on the bottom of the picture read – and then the short message sent right afterwards: He gets to touch. you don’t.

The soldier’s hand was curled tight around the phone; knuckles white and palm sweaty; staring at D.Va sitting on Reaper’s lap, her legs spread wide to accommodate the sheer girth of his thick thighs; his brown cock hard and obscenely big lying in the crease between her candy pink snatch and thigh.

She had taken the picture in a big mirror. He could see Gabriel’s scarred face; the wicked grin ripped into one corner of his mouth even wider with a shit eating smile. He had one big hand hooked beneath D.Va’s armpit, completely covering one of her small, hard tits.

He could hear them in the room right next to his. He could hear her little staccato cries and the occasional, low grunt. He could not hear the slapping of skin but he could imagine it.

His cock was starting to wet through the thin fabric of his shorts and his heart was beating so hard and fast, he was wondering whether he was going to have a stroke.

The phone in his hand buzzed and another picture was shoving the two previous messages up.

D.Va was arching her chest out so far, her small tits had all but vanished – only the swollen tips of her nipples prominent. Gabriel’s arms were around her soft belly, hugging her to him like a primate as he fucked her.

As he fucked her.

His cock was inside that warm little space Jack had been sniffing after for months. It was dark and thick and spread her labia farther apart than he had ever seen her do with any toy. He was balls deep – everything was wet and messy, and Jack wished he was there so he could at least hear the sounds they were bound to make. The wet, nasty sounds of him fucking her… ruining her stingy little snatch with his big cock that curved a little and probably pushed at every good spot from the blissed out look on her face – the shaky quality of the picture as she tried to keep it steady.

Wish you were here? The caption read and he bit his tongue.

His cock was jerking out another little dribble of cum, balls throbbing like a wound. They were full and aching – hadn’t been emptied in two weeks. He couldn’t believe that Gabriel of all people…

God he wanted…

His phone dinged again – this time a simple message without pictures.

Come over.

He scrambles to obey. He bursts out into the hallway, feverish and insane looking, cock bobbing in his shorts, without thinking about running into anybody.

He can’t feel his feet when he stumbles over and palms the controls next to the door – falls in and nearly crashes to his knees. He is still holding his phone like a talisman in a deathgrip. The casing is creaking.

D.Va is still sitting on Gabriel’s lap. His cock is still inside her. They’re sweaty – her face is flushed and as satisfied as Jack has never seen it before. Gabriel’s hand is lazy on her thigh, close to the sticky mess of her hairy, little cunt.

As Jack watches with a feverish laser focus, one broad fingertip slides over and easily thumbs her swollen, plump clit to make her jump and laugh breathlessly.

The motion jostles his softening cock and makes it slide out of her with a meaty, wet thwacking sound. A thick gush of cum accompanies it, dripping down onto the wet, thick cock.

“Right on time,” she sighs. She sits on his lap like a queen. She has her arms up around his neck and squeezes him like he’s a big teddy bear. His eyes are gleaming a hellish red and his grin is widening more and more above the crown of her head.

“We made a mess. Clean us up,” she tells him, wriggles her hips and the toes of her feet.

Jack is drawn closer; kneels down between Gabriel’s thighs and glances up at them before leaning forward and getting to work; tongue eager and greedy as he licks Gabriel’s cock and her messy cunt, his cock rubbing against the scratchy fabric of his threadbare shorts.

When she’s bored of his tongue, she tugs at Gabriel’s curls and mewls for a shower like the spoiled princess she is.

It feels like she has already forgotten about Jack (about his throbbing cock and pounding balls).

He has to pinch the base of his cock so he wouldn’t come right then and there, sitting alone on the floor, listening to the shower getting turned on, having Gabriel’s triumphant, shit-eating grin still fresh in mind.