Torbjörn/D.Va – Size Queen; Daddy kink – Hana has a thing for older, thicc men.

Note: I didn’t explicitly state it but since I don’t like cheating, I think Torbjörn and his wife are in a happy open relationship 🙂

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Torbjörn is a stocky man; squat and with thick, round muscles that had been catching Hana’s attention since the first time he’s seen him. He makes her a bit silly when he’s around, humoring her dancing around him like a filly and letting her groom his beard while he’s deeply in conversation with Reinhardt.

He always leaves her braids in for a day or two, and she lies awake at night, squirming, hand stuffed between her thighs as she berates herself for having lost her cool again. That he’ll never see her as anything but a silly little girl at this rate when what she wants from him extends to so much more than just combing and braiding his thick, bright beard.

It takes her by surprise when his big hand grabs for her when she visits him in his workshop, equipped with an excuse she knows his laughably flimsy just so she can see his naked arms bulging with exertion as he works.

But she goes easily – and *eagerly* – when she catches on to the swelteringly hot, heavy pressure of his palm against her round hip.

He sits her on his workbench, watching her intensely with his one eye, his face screwed together into a deep, contemplative frown while his thumb carefully slides against the inseam of her jeans, urging her thighs open.

“Good?” he asks hesitatingly, scanning her flushed, eager face. She nods quick and eager.

*Good. Yes. Very, very good.*

He plays with her. She’s never been eaten out before and she thinks he might have ruined her for anybody else to come. Her hands are in his hair, fisted, pulling as his broad, silky tongue pushes her closer and closer to a tingling, almost nervous orgasm.

His beard is scratchy.

She humps his face and Torbjörn takes it in stride. It’s like he’s used to it. Like he loves eating pussy and has been doing it for all his life, and suddenly she thinks of his beautiful wife and how well he must be treating her whenever he’s home.

Hana has to put her foot against his shoulder and push him away for him to finally stop. She feels like he would have gladly spend the whole evening eating her out, lashing his big, warm tongue against her engorged clit and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her.

His lips are glistening and she squirms.

“Want your cock,” she pants, red faced but unashamed. He squawks a laugh but stands up and gets to work. She almost wants to squeeze her thighs together at just how broad and compact he is.

His chest is as hairy as the rest of him though it is difficult to see beneath the thick beard.

His cock… his cock is…

Good. Very… It’s… very good…

He’s careful fucking that thing into her. The wide head is spreading her lips until her eyes water. She’s curled around him like a clenched fist, face hidden against his neck and his beard. It is fragrant with some kind of wax that makes her all gooey inside.

When he breaches her, she cries out, her hips feeling… full, body on high alert from the intense intrusion, and it takes her a while of him murmuring: “I got ya, babygirl…” to realize she’s called him daddy.

There’s a second or two where she waits with bated breath for panic and embarrassment to hit her, but then she realizes how good it feels. How right. Like things have finally slotted into place.

Torbjörn fucks carefully; his stocky, strong legs firm and immovable. Hana is sure he would carry her without breaking a sweat if she wasn’t sitting on the low workbench. Just… have her in his arms and gently sit her down on his fat, surprisingly long cock.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” she pants out in little puffs right against his ear, and he chuckles along like it is the cutest thing he’s heard, though she can feel his cock pulsing interestedly inside her clenching, burning snatch.