fffuuuck we’re talking the same language, friend.

fuck fuck fuck. yes.

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Her fingers look so small curled around the fleshlight. He forgets how to breathe for a moment, lungs seizing in his chest, kneeling on the floor and staring at the sight of D.Va playing with the toy.

“What is it?” she says faux innocently, voice pitched a little higher than her usual vocal range, eyes studiously large and sweet as she slides her fingers along the barrel of the toy. “Don’t you like it?”

She lifts it towards her lips and gives the plastic a little peck, watching the Soldier watch her, his mouth falling open, eyes tracking every movement. His arms are outside of her line of sight. He’s probably clutching at his cock, as he watches her – squeezing the big dick with both fists; making himself hurt without her having to tell him.

“Well?” she asks a little sharper, leg stretching, pink painted toes nudging ruthlessly at his stubbled chin. “Don’t you like it?”

“I… like it,” he says, voice raspy. There is no other answer he could give – everything else would cause her to deny him the privilege for another god-knew-how-long.

D.Va smiles at him, bright and happy. She opens her legs, lets him see her hairy snatch opening just enough to give him a peek of her velvety insides before she brings the toy down between her legs and rubs it there; hips curving up into it. She moans breathy and totally fake, and he’s so gone for her he hangs onto every note, tendons straining in his neck and veins popping on his forehead.

“Come,” she croons, and he scrambles to get up, large body pushing between her thighs, sweat already beading at his hairline. He’s huffing and she laughs at him. Her giggling increases when she sees how shaky the hand gripping his cock is; how she dragged him to the edges of a seizure just by being a denying little cocktease.

“Oh no, no, no. You dummy,” she says lovingly when he tries, hoping against hope, to dip his cock beneath the toy; let it nudge at her cunt and get at least a little sip of those warm, velvety insides. Instead what he gets are her sharp nails digging into his lower body, forcing a grunt from him.

“Wrong hole, dum-dum.” He simply nods along, tears of frustration beading at the corners of his eyes as he lets her push him back to realign himself – this time with the slick opening of the pink, sparkly toy.

Fucking her like this is a new form of torture. She slings her arms and legs around him and sighs; holds on and coos as he fucks like a man possessed, hips hunching, grunt fucking into the slick opening. She holds it in place for him, at least.

He imagines she wouldn’t sound so sweet and composed if he were to fuck her in earnest. He imagines her howling on his dick, complaining about the burning in her cunt, about how he was ruining that sweet little hole and filling her belly with fire.

He has his face mashed into the crook of her shoulder and feels her card her sharp, cruel little fingers through his white hair as he imagines her groaning like a beast, bearing down on his cock, trying to comprehend the sheer width spreading her open. She’d drool for him; she’d come on his cock, squirt for the first time in her cruel, cock-teasing life, beg for him to stop and come again and again when he wouldn’t… come until she was fucked dumb and silent and sweet, a little kitten, tamed by his dick….

“Just like the real thing, isn’t it?” she croons in his ear, her fingers surprisingly strong as she grips his hair and drags his head back – makes him look into her face. She is composed and smiling, staring at his teary, snotty face and coos at him when she wipes at his cheeks. 

“I’m so nice to you, aren’t I?”

He bites down a sob of frustration, his balls painful – filled to the max, hurting, tender from getting denied again and again. He nods regardless; puppy eager, hips still flexing, humping the fleshlight as if showing her how good he could fuck would make her reconsider torturing him.

D.Va leans up and gives him a little peck – not unlike the one she gave her toy – and leans back down with a little sigh. Her small tits bounce with the movements and he can’t stop staring at her chest.

“Tell you what. If you manage to come within ten seconds after I give you the command, you’ll get to sleep in my bed tonight.”

His chest seizes, cock spurting out such a thick, sudden stream of pre-cum that for a second he fears he came.

“W-With you?” he asks, voice small and shivery. She laughs – not cruel this time, but delighted at how much he’s already learned. She strokes his shoulders and frames his face in her hands, cooing: “Yes. With me, this time.”

God, he loves her so much.