Reaper/D.Va – fingering, restraints, very slight medical kink, milking – DVa got Reaper strapped to a medical chair and fingers him for the first time. (consensual despite what it looks like at first)
He is working against her bindings like a wild animal. His muscles bulge and shift as he struggles, hands balled into fists, thighs shaking with the effort to pull his feet out of the tight bindings around his ankles.
“Hana,” he growls, voice vibrating through the chair she got him in and into the ground. She can feel it in her toes and it makes her giggle, swallowing down her nervousness. Sombra already said that he’s a big ol’ meanie when he’s horny and embarrassed, and she figures there’s little more embarrassing for a big guy like him to be strapped down on a gynecological chair.
“Open them,” he hisses. She can’t look him in the eyes because she is pretty sure they are glowing red which is always unsettling. Instead, she steps closer and between his legs. She pets his thighs and her heart thumps a bit harder at just how big and muscular they are.
“Come now. It’s only a game. You don’t want to be the loser, do you?” She will definitely not open the bindings when he’s in a mood like that. He roars at her, body forcefully coming up, trying to rip himself free, but ultimately having to lie back again. He looks petulant; his jaw working as he grinds his teeth and stares off to the side.
Hana lets him pout and touches his cock because that usually mollifies him. He’s got a nice big cock; heavy and thick with big balls that she can’t get enough off. They lie in her hand, warm and living and deliciously hefty.
He does relax, a bit. His knees slowly move apart, the muscles on the inside of his thighs stretching deliciously. God, but they are thick. She has to have him sit on her face one of these days. Let her suffocate herself between his cheeks.
She needs to work him up to it, though. Like her small fingers sneaking behind his big heavy balls, rubbing against the baby soft skin of his taint and watching him put his head back, thick neck exposed, chest heaving as he sucks in a long breath. He’s not yet realized what she’s about to do, but he’s no dummy.
He’s also sensitive; because when she does finally touch his hole, he jerks, head snapping up, staring at her incredulous, and Hana has to duck her head and just power through before she loses all gumption. She wishes Sombra was here to talk her through it. But alas.
He is raging again by the time she gently, carefully pushes a finger in. He looks like his eyes are going to bulge out of his skull. Like he needs a bit to chew on. She’s never seen him as mad as now; but he’s yet to dissolve into smoke and glide out of his constraints.
Only when the second finger is in does she start to fuck him. Slow and rhythmically; dragging the pads of her fingers along his walls and feeling just how hot and wet he is inside. Every now and then she can hear a soft hitch in his breath; a little stutter that bolsters her confidence.
She doesn’t say anything. She feels like he might snap if she said something smart now, so she just keeps quiet as she fucks him on two dainty fingers and gets all hot and needy at his sensitivity. She clenches her thighs together; tries to get a bit of pressure against her clit as she slowly, gently curls a hand around his cock that’s gotten hard almost like an afterthought.
Hana wants to praise at him and coo at him; tell him how sweet he’s being for her. But instead she bites her lips and just watches as his muscles relax and his voice becomes a bit breathy and high-pitched. He’s honest to God whimpering, and it is doing things to her. By the time the first drops of suspiciously thick pre-cum start rolling along the tip of his cock, he’s carefully, shyly fucking back on her, his toes curling in the air.
God, she wishes Sombra were here to play with him. She knows how to make him sing for them.
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