Tag: dva76

fuuuuuuuuuuck hana letting 76 get just the tip of his fat dick kissing up to where she’s so wet, he dreams of getting to go all the way in but he knows it’ll never happen. She’s just kind of watching with disdain or ignoring him completely as she idly plays with the tip. Love thissssssss

cyberrat:

he probably nuts anyway in such a short amount of time because he’s been fantasizing of getting his cock into her for so so long and finally it’s happening. Not how he envisioned it, but at least he can feel her little snatch on his dick. He creams her up within seconds, red faced and chuffing and she looks down and watches it ooze out and is like ‘wtf really??’

I feel like 76 would legit shed a tear the very first time the fat head of his dick pops into her snatch. Like – he’d have a moment of absolute bliss. Probably hear a choir or some shit; just from getting to feel her ripple on the tip of his cock and hear her breath hitch as he breaches her.

And maybe he thought that she’d change her mind after he’s given her a taste of ‘what she’s been missing out on’ but she just takes a few minutes to breathe through the stretch and then rightens herself up and pats his shoulder.

Maybe she’ll stand back up and turn around; show him her slim back so he can’t even ogle her small tits as she sits back down on his cock, letting him pop the tip inside. Way easier this time. 

He can look at her asshole, too; so small and clenching whenever she lifts up again to let him slip out of her.

He’s allowed to look and jerk himself loosely with a few fingers, but he’s not allowed to touch.

Maybe he’s allowed to come inside? Maybe he’s just allowed to jerk off onto her asshole? Who knows. Who knows.

okay so i honestly never even thought about dva76 until i had a dream about them having sex and woah it was wild. 76 had been jerking off to her for a while and the sexual tension b/w them finally culminated in sex and after he came and pulled out and then leaned down to suck on dva’s clit and it sent her over the edge almost immediately. very sexually explicit dream, not sure whether to thank my subconscious or be scared of it… but hoo boy consider me sold on dva76

y’all have the best sex dreams let me tell ya

Hi Cyber – soooo I was thinking today about Dva and how she sometimes watches tv and can’t really focus unless Soldier is hunkered up underneath her little skirt, licking her and licking her. She ignores him completely but every so often she’ll shiver or squeak and maybe even have a little baby orgasm. But she won’t let him stop licking her until her episode is done. Maybe she’ll even watch two or three in a row.

“Hey, you!”

Her sharp command gets softened with a sweet little smile and her pink painted nail curling coyly to beckon him closer. “C’mere big boy. I got work for you.”

Jack watches her carefully over the rim of his thin, silver rimmed glasses. For a second his pale eyes flinch away and back towards his rifle lying across her desk – adorned with bunny stickers and pictures of her, Lúcio and Zenyatta – then back to her.

He flexes his big, oil-stained hands slowly. She can feel her belly grow tight just watching them; square and rough with big, blunt fingers that she’s ridden more often than she probably has put her own fingers up her cunt.

When he looks back at her, she smirks and wriggles her small, naked toes as she extends one leg and nudges his knee. She isn’t wearing anything beneath her airy, white skirt and his pale eyes immediately zero in on the dark patch of hair between her thighs; already glinting with slick.

His nostrils flare as he inhales sharply and then stands up with a jerk.

Before he can get to work, however, he has to clean his hands.

.o.

Just half a year ago, this would have been a fight. He probably would have sat on the floor, licking her for five minutes before those big, warm hands would have begun to wander without permission; square fingertips trying to tickle her asshole or slip into the humid gash of her cunt.

As it is now, he has been well trained.

Hana lies bonelessly in her armchair, naked legs thrown across his broad shoulders, fingers absentmindedly playing with his short, white hair as he worked underneath her skirt.

Sometimes, his nose would bump against the fat swell of her clit, and she would grunt, electricity flaring for a bright, addicting moment, coursing down towards her toes and then spreading in a warm, sensual arousal.

Most of the time his motions were slow and unhurried and monotonous. His tongue dragged through her cunt slow and unerringly like a wave, beard rough chin nudging against her clenching opening, getting the tender edges almost painfully sensitive.

The monotony made the times he varied the motions even more exciting; curling his tongue beneath her fat clit, cradling it against the silky surface to give it a special flick; a well placed hard suck that made her see stars and had her pause her show for a moment, tits feeling painfully tight and sensitive atop her chest.

A cheeky tongue delving deeper, rounding the tight clench of her anus and dragging across the flinching center until she had to pull him back up again…

He could keep it up for an admirably long time; leaning away to take a swig of water when he heard the beginning melody of the next episode, his lips bright red and swollen, just like her labia – his eyes still fixed on her candy red center, tongue almost lolling out of his head when she reaches down and spreads her swollen labia for his viewing pleasure; lets him watch as she dips one small finger into her tender opening to fuck herself and show him what he could not have.

Maybe she would ride his fingers later; or get on all fours and grind back against his face while he fucked his fleshlight.

Maybe she would go and visit one of her other toys, however. Take him with her and let him watch as another got to sample all the built up tension that he put into her, servicing her cunt diligently for an hour.

Yeah… maybe she’d do that.

D.Va slowly drags her palm across the feverishly hot head of 76′s erection, smirking when he digs in his heels, huffing like he’s ran a mile.

He’s red-faced and sweating, pupils hectic little pinpricks in his pale eyes, hair sticking up everywhere even though he hasn’t taken his hands off of the edge of the sofa since she started torturing him. 

He looks crazy and she thinks that’s the cutest look on him yet.

She slowly drags her soft palm across the swollen tip, catching whatever pre-cum dribbles out; the other one is curled close to the base of his cock, holding it nice and steady for her to play with. He is almost worryingly hot to the touch, thick veins bulging at the sides.

“You’re so excited,” she tells him with a giggle in her voice. She takes away her hand and smiles at the tacky, sticky strands that connect her palm with his cock before they snap and she wipes it negligently against the hard ridges of his abs.

“I should let you come more often; you look really cute like this.” She leans forward, and sees his mouth drop open in mindless anticipation as her little tongue snakes, almost touching, almost licking – his cock flexing in the tight grip of her strong, thin fingers, pulsing, eager – before she draws quickly away once more with a chuckle and a loving, pat to the blunt tip.

He groans. His balls look swollen, drawn up tight to his body and moving every now and then – little flexes towards his cock as if he was on the cusp of coming, like he needed just a little bit more to shoot – jaw going tight and eyebrows drawing up…

She liked to pull away completely in these moments, listen to the pained, wheezing whine in the back of his throat and watch his pale eyes get watery with tears.

“I promised you, you’d get to come, right?” she asks him calmly, face serious. His lips tremble. He looks like he doesn’t know whether he should answer – whether there is a ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ answer. He lives in constant fear of getting it snatched away in the last second and it makes her so hot she can feel her sticky fluids sliding out of her pulsing cunt, getting her panties messy with it.

He nods after all, fingers dug in deep into the edge of the couch. She nods, hand slowly stroking up, then down his cock.

“Yeah. And I keep my promises, right?”

She leans forward again, mouth wet with candy pink lipgloss, tongue out – warm breath ghosting across the thick tip of his gorgeous, big cock.

She can hear him wheeze above her, chuffing like an engine, heels digging into the floor – and uses that moment to pinch his thigh dangerously close to his balls, fingernails sharp and mean.

He cries out in alarm and pain above her, body going rigid, cock jerking in her grasp once before she quickly lets go all together, watching with fascination as it flexes and bobs awkwardly in the air, thick globs of cum dribbling out and sliding along the shaft while he tries to slide away from the cruel pinch of her fingers.

Afterwards, she is carding those same sharp tipped nails gently through his short hair while he lies with his head on her small tits and soaks her top with his tears.

“I liked that,” she tells him, fingers dragging rhythmically up and down the nape of his neck. “I want to do that more often. I think I can do better than that. Oh man, that was awesome.”

I love your DVa76 stuff, so how about something with them. Maybe she has him innocently playing video games with her but she’s more focused on distracting him from playing properly. He had no idea what she ACTUALLY had in store for him…

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cyber, the world has to know: will 76 ever get to fuck dva”

“Am I too heavy?”

The Soldier only grunts in the negative as D.Va gets comfortable on his lap. He’s almost docile these days. Following every tug of her little fingers without complaint, letting her torture him sweetly until there were tears in his eyes.

One could almost think he wasn’t interested anymore – but she knew better: especially now with her ass planted on his lap she could feel his cock, warm and large and needy, pressing up at her from below, separated by layers of fabric.

“Alright then. Let’s get started.”

He has his big arms around her to grip the controller, and she snuggles back against his chest to let him smell her hair. She could hear him deeply inhale – could feel the surge of his cock against her, tapping insistently against her ass as if politely asking for attention.

She smirked, eyes heavy lidded and on the screen of their game. She experimentally moves, hips shimmying from side to side, and listens to his soft hiss. He’s not complaining, though; even when she starts to bounce with intent. He whines, then, high and pained, his large biceps tensing and hands trembling on the controller but he lets her play like a well-trained dog, a slave to her needs.

When she reaches between her legs and into the slit of his shorts, everything is warm and damp, his cock springing into her palm eagerly. It’s large and so hot to the touch; the veins prominent and bulky against her small, questing fingers.

She has to look down to carefully pull him out of the fabric and let him in the air, and when she glances back up, he is driving his car into a wall even though he is making no sound – is, in fact, sitting still as a statue beneath her, seemingly afraid to even make a peep when she has her cruel little fingers on his dick.

“Don’t stop driving,” she tells him and he jerks to action, nearly fumbling the controller out of his large hands. Sometimes she thinks she should let him finger her. His hands are so large; they’d cup her cunt perfectly, keep her folds warm against one palm. Those long, thick fingers sliding slowly into her.

Maybe she should. It would be fun to watch him desperately jerk it while sucking her juices from his digits.

Right now she lets his cock up between her thighs, snug against her covered cunt.

“Look how close you are,” she whispers, “That’s what you always wanted, isn’t it? Touch your cock to my poor little pussy? Look how large it looks next to me. You’d destroy me.”

She can feel his rough, stubbled cheek against her temple as he obediently tilts his head to stare, his cock dark and almost dangerous looking next to her sky blue panties, so thin and tight he could see the outline of her plump folds.

He shakes underneath her, a sad, fat pearl of pre-cum bubbling up at the tip and sliding down the sides of his cock.

“Awww…it’s crying. Poor thing,” she coos and giggles.

yoo the fruits of the small live-write just now.

The boys (soldier/hanzo) performing for D.Va because they’re filthy pervs ❤

“What’s the problem? You were begging me and I was so kind to indulge you and even cancelled a stream. That’s pure money, y’know. Now you’re not working for it.”

D.Va pouts, sinking farther down in her chair and noisily crinkling her bag of chips between her fingers. She peeks at the Soldier above her knees thickly socked feet bouncing at the edge of her chair.

He isn’t looking at her. The tips of his ears are red and his muscles are tensing. He’s old but his body is delicious – D.Va can never get enough of his muscles and the hair covering his pecs and arms. He always smells so good.

She’d never tell him as much, though, obviously. It would undermine her dominance, she felt like.

“You got the lube?” she asks him, stuffing a chip into her mouth as he nods and curls a big hand around the bottle. He squirms on the bed. His earlier giddy excitement at her agreeing to play had quickly melted away to an almost stubborn kind of anxiety. He digs his toes into her pink bedding.

He looks hilariously unfit for her girly room – that big, bad soldier – but that makes it even better. He’d wear cute rabbit onesies if she told him to. He was under her absolute thrall, and the thought alone made her pussy throb.

She lets her head roll back against her chair. It’s the chair she uses to lounge in for her streams, and she glances pointedly at her PC.

“I don’t got all day. It’s not too late to tell the guys I’m coming after all…”

She looks back and smirks when he finally lets his legs fall wide, lips pulled into a vague grimace of distaste.

My, my… he was fussy today.

“Aww what’s that?” D.Va glances at his cock; big and juicy looking even soft as it was, lying against his belly in the soft thatch of grey pubes. “I thought you were ready to go. C’mon, now.”

She flicks a chip at him and he flinches when it hits his bicep. D.Va snickers and puts the bag to the side, rubbing salty fingers clean on her pyjama pants.

“You’re so bad at this. I really do need to help you with everything. Oh well.”

She grabs her phone, punching in a short, succinct message, then turns back to the Soldier watching her warily, one big hand curled around his limp cock, eyes focused on her face, seemingly trying to anticipate what she had planned this time.

D.Va smiles at him, a small, sweet grin as she uses the heels of her feet push her ass up minimally, shimmying her pants down just far enough to bare her ass to the room.

She can hear his soft, excited intake of air and doesn’t bother to hide her condescending smirk. He was still so easy to rile up. Even just a glimpse of her plump lips outlined by the thin, old pair of panties was obviously doing it for him, his balls pulling up a little towards his body as his fist clenched tighter around his cock.

“Look,” she coos, spreading her feet apart to let him see better. She hooks fingers into one leg hole and pushes the fabric unceremoniously aside, airing out her cunt – already slick from just watching him submit to her with ill-grace.

She spreads her lips for his viewing pleasure as much as possible in her cramped position and is fascinated once more by how deeply enamoured he seems to be with that sweet, little slit – cock already swelling impressively in his fist, trim hips curling up into the touch with well-practiced ease.

“There you go. Good boy,” she purrs, and because she can’t help it, she lets one sharp nailed finger slide through the slick, dipping minimally into the little opening, rubbing against the very edges that so many of her team mates were fantasising about spreading out on their big cocks, and making her bounce on them…

“I showed you mine – now you show me yours.” Her finger dips in deeper, eyes heavy lidded as she watches him fumble with the bottle and dripping the slick onto his thigh before he manages to get it on his fingers.

He hesitates then, eyebrows drawn together, a boyish blush spreading on his rugged face as he glances first at her, then down his own body as if being able to see that sweet, dark space between his cheeks.

“Come ooon, do it. I wanna see that little cunt of yours. You got to see mine, after all. Right? Be a good perv, now.”

He grimaces again, head turning away, broad shoulders pulling up to his ears. He looks as reluctant as they come, but still he dips his slicked up fingers down beneath the swell of his balls that D.Va liked to play with, and experimentally slipped them into the darkness there.

She can’t see too much like this; he’d need another pair of hands to spread his ass open – but his reaction is sweet nonetheless: a little jerk and an audible click of teeth as he throws his head back.

He lets go of his cock in favor of pressing a hand over his mouth and she feels like he probably bit his tongue.

“Silly boy,” she chides breathlessly, almost as an afterthought. She is sitting forward now, her naked ass on the chair, cunt rubbing along the smooth leather as she watches his knuckles move – a shy up and down of his finger as he tickles his own hole and gets it wet with lube.

His chest is heaving, slim nostrils flaring above the edge of his hand.

What a sweet, sensitive virgin he was. Getting so worked up by his own finger.

There’s a soft click from the door and D.Va glances away from the sight of his eyes closing in bliss, hand tilting as he seemed to get a little bolder already, pushing in deeper, wriggling a thick, callused digit into that tender, unused passage.

Hanzo looks almost as reluctant as the Soldier had earlier, dark liquid eyes taking in the scene in seconds and sensual mouth curling into a moue of distaste.

He, like the Soldier, obviously had had his own plans of how her invitation had been meant.

D.Va grins at him – a little too broad, feeling almost drunk – and gestures at the bed with unrestrained eagerness.

“There you go! All for you.”

.o.

Her boys liked to pretend like they were mean, sometimes. Especially Hanzo often was of the impression he was a prince better than anybody else – that they should probably thank him for his time.

When it came down to it, thought, they were too sweet to be mean to each other.

D.Va watched, fingers slowly circling the fat nub of her clit, as the Soldier curled arms and legs around Hanzo, clinging to him like a limpet and hiding his face against his shoulder. He was making soft, high sounds, that rough voice broken open by the slow, deep dicking he received just as much as his poor little hole.

“That’s it,” D.Va croons, but she feels like the two aren’t even listening to her anymore. Hanzo’s forehead is pressed into the pillow next to the Soldier’s head, hiding his face just as much as his friend as he nudges his hips forward again, strong, broad back curling as he pushes inwards and drags his cock against those clinging, soft walls.

It was dark outside. The room stank of sweat and sex and excitement. Hanzo had taken long enough to spread the Soldier open to even make D.Va anxious for more, her fingers meanly pinching her puffy nipples as Jack had started opening up for more and more, face beet red beneath the pink-ish scars and thighs trembling something fierce as he’d been shown how receptive his old body still could be; rim stretching around Hanzo’s fingers, and then his thick knuckles, feeling horribly empty whenever they pulled out and let the swollen walls close up on nothing.

That first push in had been her favorite part so far: the sheer dumb wonder on the Soldier’s face feeling a real life dick nudging against his sweet snatch for the first time, the smooth, large head pushing teasingly before Hanzo let it glance away and up, bumping into the warm swell of his balls.

They’d been so quiet, her boys. She supposed there were no words needed, really; they were both desperate men sniffing after her cunt, eager to do anything she was bidding them just for the off chance of getting a go at her; having her stretch herself out on those sometimes intimidatingly big cocks.

There really was nothing to say about it. She wanted to see them fuck – so they did it; Soldier’s fingers digging into Hanzo’s biceps as the archer finally started pushing in in earnest, strands of greying hair slipping out of the bun and falling into his sweaty face. She couldn’t see him the way she sat but she liked to think he had a look of extreme focus – the same when he was looking out for a target.

She’d almost wondered if that was just it: a new job to complete – until she saw the red tips of his ears; the almost bashful tilt of his head as he dipped it down and nosed against the Soldier’s cheek; how he let his mouth hover open and wet just above the Soldier’s panting lips, breathing him in as he pushed into that softened, relaxed muscle and forced him to accept the girth of his cock.

Jack had looked over to her, then; blue eyes large and amusingly confused like he couldn’t understand what was happening; as if the concept of a dick in his ass was too complicated to grasp. (Or maybe he wondered what life choices had let him there? How he could be so hot and needy for a young woman’s cunt that he’d do this for her?)

D.Va had grinned, sharp and predatory, fingers wriggling obnoxiously happy at him.

“Good, is it?”

He had not answered.

By now, D.Va was pressing the edge of her hand into her little slit, not even moving – just holding it there, vaguely pressing against the throbbing, sensitive swell of her clit as she watched Hanzo shuffle closer, hooking arms beneath the good Soldier’s knees to lift them up in the air.

Jack made a soft sound of alarm at that, face still pressed into Hanzo’s shoulder, fingers scrabbling at the bed. His hips got curled higher into the air, body weight pushing unto his shoulders – made more vulnerable by Hanzo’s desire to get closer and push deeper.

D.Va could guess his predicament: getting fucked with his feet in the air like a hooker. He wasn’t protesting either, though.

She bit her lip, finger pinching her nipple again, the large neck of her pyjama top – … one of the Soldier’s old sweaters – pulled down far enough to let her small breast at the air, the nipple an angry red from her mean, sharp fingernails.

There was a mess of slick and sweat on the leather seat of her chair and she couldn’t bring herself to care – not when she had two men that would clean it up for her and thank her for the privilege.

The new position let her see better, too – the sway and swell of Hanzo’s balls; the thick jut of his cock spreading the swollen rim open, everything generously wet and glistening.

Hanzo was fucking like a man possessed; low, rough grunts punched out of him as he humped forward, muscles tensing, tattoo rippling like it was alive beneath his skin.

He was such a pretty man, she supposed, leaning back, idly petting her puffy lips as she tried to calm herself down some more – not willing to come before the two.

If only he weren’t so arrogant.

Maybe she should do something about it sometime; when he cornered her in an unused corridor again, his hands going places they had no right to be, his breath smelling of the sake from his gourd.

He always thought he had more privileges than the others, this yakuza princeling. He could use something to cool his temper; get him on speed with the news that his cock really was nothing to write home about – just as much as the other pets’.

She smirks, fingers pinching her clit, toes curling deliciously as Hanzo slows down from his almost frantic fuck into a more leisurely pace. He is groaning like a workhorse – a continuous low noise of exertion as he drags his cock through the clinging, wet grip of the Soldier’s cunt while Jack is almost suspiciously quiet, slick mouth mashed against the point of Hanzo’s shoulder, muffling every sound against the shifting muscle and hard bone.

Such silly boys.

So sweet for her.

She’d let them come this time. They’d earned it – and she had as well. She wanted to sit back and enjoy the sight of Hanzo’s balls jerking and his cock swelling as he pumped Jack full.

She wanted to be there in their post coital bliss, pushing their sweaty, meaty bodies apart with self-assured negligence until Hanzo slipped out of the newly fucked hole and fell heavily on his side so she could insinuate herself between; make them cuddle up to her and keep her warm with their disgusting, stinking bodies tacky and sticky with cum and spit.

She wanted to be really up close to the Soldier’s face – ignoring Hanzo; that pretty, stoic face of his, the languid stretch of his body, the fact he knew how gorgeous he was, knowing herself how much he hated being ignored in favor of others – when she reached down and pushed two or three little fingers into his raw, swollen hole, playing with the warm mess Hanzo left inside of him as she purred: “Just like the real thing… right?”

She couldn’t help how much she wanted to break them down.

D. va, in her endless torment of 76, puts a fleshlight between her legs and lets him fuck it while she gently croons at him, teases him, and otherwise drives him mad. Letting him smell her, cradle her, worship her; but he never gets to really take her, not really. But it’s ‘just like the real thing, right?’

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.

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unf i love how out of it 76 is

I know, right? he’d be sitting there staring at the TV with the most focused expression. Like it’s a mission debriefing and not the 800th time My Little Mermaid.

Just sitting very still and not moving a muscle while D.Va jerks him off slowly. Half way through she pretends to have lost one of her bracelets and dives down under the blanket to breathe warm and wet on his cock and maybe give him a little kiss.

He almost jack-knifes off the couch and swallows his tongue. His cock is pulsing and he makes a sound that’s so sharp and high that the others don’t even associate it with him – just look around in confusion.

He is sweating bullets, fucking scrabbling beneath the blanket, feeling pure, unadulterated terror as he realizes he’s about to come right onto her face and there’s nothing he can do to stop it because he’s not allowed to touch his cock other than to piss.

When D.Va’s mean little hand is there on his balls and digs her fingernails in again and pulls on them, he is fucking thankful. Like he’ll kiss her feet later and lick her toes and let her … oh god. oh fuck you peeps. here it goes, here it comes here iT COMES HOLY POOP FINALLY THE BEGINNING.

So he is so thankful he’ll let her put him in a pretty pink skirt and let her paint his nails and trim his greying pubes until they’re a cute little heart shape just above his cock.

“You’re such a pretty lady, aren’t you?” she coos, hand around her candy pink cock, jerking it and letting him watch how she handles it. “Bet you were real famous with the guys back in the day, eh?”

She crawls between his feet and tugs on the hair at his thighs until his cock flexes and drools a thin sticky stream against his heaving belly. He stares at her, mouth open, slack, helpless as his eyes roam across her body. Her small breasts are moving with her motions; bouncing as much as the little bit of fat they possess allow and he fantasizes about how perfect they would fit in his mouth. How he could suck them in and lave his tongue across those big, soft areolas.

Her bush is visible even above the harness she donned; unkempt and wild – not like she treated him; making him pretty and grooming him just like she wanted to.

He wonders how she’ll sound when he lets his hand slide across her soft, chubby belly and breathe against the fluffy hair in her pits. He wants her to squirm for him and mewl and beg for his cock – 

And then he jerks because she slapped him; slapped his hand and caught his cock with the sharp tips of her nails because she didn’t give a damn and he had been touching what was hers without even noticing.

“You don’t know how to work that thing,” she chides, shuffling forward, nudging her candy pink cock against his balls. “Just let me show you. You don’t know the first about pleasing a lady, so I’ll have to show you. Don’t I?”

“I…” his belly clenches, a denial close to his lips. His cock burns from the slap and his painted nails are digging into the bedding because he is close to coming. He feels like he’s going out of his mind, head feeling fuzzy and hot. “Yes.”

“Yes – what?”

She is nudging against his hole; slippery with lube and barely prepared by her small fingers. He isn’t worried; her cock is slim enough – but for the most part he trusts her implicitly.

“Y-You know better than I.”

She smiles. A radiant, happy grin as she starts to rock into him; giving him little bits of her dick.

“I like you better like this,” she coos at him when she’s gotten into it – really started having a rhythm with which she could comfortably fuck him. Her hands are slapping his thighs and squeezing his ass, and she’s having fun with flipping his skirt up and down over his leaking cock, trying to decide which look she liked better on him. “Lying and taking it is easier. You can do that, at least.”

She is nudging against his prostate and watches him squirm and get brick red. He is scrabbling at anything and everything he can reach and trying to stay quiet as long as possible – until it is not possible anymore and he breaks down; begs her for the permission to touch his cock, to clamp down on it, to let him try and keep his orgasm at bay; and in the end howling and begging for the permission to come on her cock.

“You wanna come? Come like a little whore on my pretty dick?”

“Yes, please, please, oh god please!” He is holding on by the skin of his teeth, his cock dark and swollen and getting the glossy fabric of his skirt sticky.

“No,” she purrs and listens to him sob hysterically and loud – not censoring himself like usual. She wonders who can hear them.