10 plus years of self imposed exile and denying himself of anything nice Hanzo is nervous about agreeing to DVa’s spa day after returning from a job. She knows what she’s doing. By the time she gets him to the tub he’s being such a good boy for her. Lets him pick out his bath bomb and rewards him with some titty worshiping for picking the pink sparkly one. He lets her brush and wash his hair, relax under her touch and he gets such a nice reward for being a good soft boy.

ffffaaackkkkk…. big beefy archer boy being all skittish and surlish when she proposes a spa day to him but he’s not struggling when her small hand curls around his thick wrist and pulls him towards the bath. Is being pampered until she basically has to hold his head up so he won’t accidentally drown.

She basically treats herself with the tit worship tbh; rubs her face in his cleavage; mouths at his nipples like a babe; pinching them between her fingers until he makes this high, hurt sound in the back of his throat and his cock starts stirring.

Everything so nice and soft for the big tsundere man. Bet his black hair looks so pretty and glossy when it’s wet and she spent a few long minutes on brushing all the tangles from it.

Inspired by that last ask: hanzo loving Dva’s armpits, whether they’re shaved or not. He loves it when she lets him feel/sniff them right after she takes her suit off. Sometimes she’ll even let him fuck her armpits (but doesn’t let him cum, ofc)

He is fiddling with the delicate heads of his arrows, but she can see his dark eyes peeking at her. He wants to be sneaky and don’t seem too needy but D.Va has had figured him out ages ago. She knows he has been staring since she crawled out of her MEKA and has been half hard since she purposefully walked close past him – letting him feel the heat radiating off of her body and catch a whiff of the sweat she had worked up.

“Come,” she says, not bothering to modulate her voice into something more quiet, finger crooking in a beckoning gesture at him. McCree looks up from cleaning Peacekeeper, puppy attentive to her voice, and realizes he is not meant. “I need help to get out of my suit.”

Hanzo’s face darkens and he glances around the hangar. Some are looking, faces knowing. Others are ignoring what is happening. He flushes a shameful red but follows her anyway into a small bathroom.

She doesn’t need help getting in and out of her suit, but she lets him peel her out of it anyway; pushes it roughly to her hips so her small, firm tits bounce.

He doesn’t care for them and she laughs at his eagerness and how single-minded he is when he pushes beneath one of her arms to get at the sweaty tangle in her armpit, a low grunt rattling from him.

D.Va lets him push her against the cool wall of the bathroom and kiss and nuzzle her pits just because he’s been good today and deserves a little reward.

“You’re a disgusting, old man,” she chides and giggles, knee lifting into his warm crotch where his cock is hard and excited.

Dva denying the men her pussy – esp the mccree one, phew. Wonder how Hanzo would react in that situation considering how slutty he is.

“Come oooon.” D.Va makes a show out of rolling her eyes in annoyance. “I thought you wanted it so badly? You’ve been begging me for weeks. And here I give you the chance and you’re not taking it. I think you don’t want it bad enough.”

She reaches up and curls her fingers around the rungs of the bed above to give herself better leverage to twist her hips and rub the messy folds of her cunt along Hanzo’s cock.

He strains beneath her, eyes wide and crazy, arms bulging as he fights against the restraints he willingly let her put on him.

She lifts up; lets his cock spring away from his stomach, glistening and sticky. She is hovering close enough to let the tip sway just before her opening and giggles at his frustrated, heartbroken whine.

“Don’t be like that. It’s right there. Just take it, why don’t you? I don’t think you want it at all.”

He grits his teeth – bares them at her like a dog and coils his muscles; preparing her for the way he snaps his hips up, trying to bury himself in that sweet, warm space she’s been taunting him with. She easily twists her hips just so; lets his cock slide against the crease of her thigh, making him look like a clumsy, little boy.

D.Va tuts and tilts her head; sits back down on him – his belly this time, cock just about snuggling into the crack of her ass, her cunt lying warm and slick against his heaving abs.

“The other boys would’ve gotten it ages ago,” she tells him and watches his face screw tight into an expression of pain and anger and canine eagerness to prove himself. “I think you haven’t earned it, after all. You still need to learn how to use that cock of yours.”

She lets her head rest against her own biceps and watches him with faux contemplation. His eyes flit across her body; from her face to the dark patches of soft hair in her exposed armpits, down to the candy pink gash he’s been lusting after. He stays there; stares like that would make her reconsider and give it to him anyway.

“Show me again how you’d do it,” she finally sighs – sounding so put out that he whines, stumps scrabbling at the bed, head straining up as he tries to kiss any part of her; soothe her; make her not upset with him.

Like an eager puppy.

She gets him his toy even before she opens his binds and he lunges for the silicone cock like it’s his salvation. He is so very eager to show her how he’d use it; not at all the stoic archer that he pretends to be on the battlefield.