Torb x Dva Fanfic 1

The sun was beginning to set after a particularly tough day of training. Reinhardt and Brigette had put Torbjorn through a series of ridiculously difficult exercises. Honestly, didn't they know he wasn't built like they were? He always said that his muscles were all in his mind, and every single design he came up with was another flex of his massive gains. Out of all of his designs, his favorite by far was his trusty torrent. He spent years of his life modifying it, tweaking it, an ever-improving design. As he grew older, he had to admit there were times where he got a bit bored. After all, it becomes hard to improve on perfection. So after settling down and having a daughter, he assumed that his life would be full, that he could always find something to keep his superior mind entertained. Well, his wife, Ingrid, aged like a glass of milk. His daughter, Brigette, spent more time in the company of Reinhardt than himself. Of course, he was thankful to his friend for always watching over his daughter, but he had to admit, in times of peace such as this he often found himself with nothing to do. Enter the new girl, an arrogant teen from Busan. Torbjorn often found himself transfixed by her, the way she solved problems with the slightest of ease, the way she fought, the way she always believed she was the best. Of course, it helped that she was easy on the eyes. He couldn't help himself from sometimes wondering what she looked like under her skin tight suit. But he always forced himself to push those thoughts away, Dva was almost the same age as his daughter, surely nothing could ever happen there. Or, so he thought.

Most of the Overwatch team had turned in for the night, the lights in the facility were dimmed. Torbjorn sat alone in one of the break rooms, drinking a bottle of beer. He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the table, not caring to keep up appearances at this time of night. He quickly found himself drifting off to sleep, when suddenly a large crash boomed from the room next to his. "Intruders?!" He bellowed out, quickly scrambling to his feet and grabbing his portable turret. It was late, and the facility was massive, there was no chance that anyone else was awake to deal with this, it had to be him. He ran to the next room and slammed the door open, his turret in hand, primed to fire. Though nothing could have prepared him for the sight that his old eyes were met with. A certain Korean pilot laid sprawled out on the floor, her suit ripped down the side, revealing a glimpse of the sides of her breasts to the surprised Swede. "Ah, Hana, I– uh– I didn't mean to intrude– I just–" he turned to leave but froze in place as the small girl yelled out to him. "Torb, wait, I– I need help, my foot is stuck." Torbjorn gulped as he grappled with the idea of seeing the exposed girl up close, a familiar stirring rising in his pants as he imagined the situation escalating in his head. "I– well– sure. If– if you need me to, I will." He turned and walked towards her, his legs buckling as he did. As he approached her he was surprised to see beads of sweat clung to her skin, her long brown hair sticking to her forehead.

'What had she been doing?'

He thought to himself as he reached towards her trapped foot. As soon as his hand made contact with her skin she recoiled, and a low moan escaped past her lips. Torbjorn froze as he looked away from the girl, an obvious blush rising to his cheeks as his member now pressed hard against the confines of his pants. He jimmied her foot and released it from its confines, expending barely any effort to set it free. He quickly stood up straight and turned to walk back out, but was stopped as a thin hand wrapped around his wrist. "W–will you stay with me? J–just for a little bit?" The old man struggled to formulate a response, his brilliant mind short circuiting as he looked back towards the temptations teen. She removed her hand from his wrist and moved it to the edges of her torn suit. She firmly pulled at the tear, stretching it over her chest, leaving her modest breasts fully exposed. "W–what are you doing?! Th–that's not–" He was stopped short as the girl rose her hand and cut him off: "All of the other people here treat me like a little kid. You're one of the oldest people here, but you always treat me like an equal. L–like you and I are the same. I–I really liked that, and, well, I kind of started falling for you." She stood up and brushed her hair back past her ears, steeling her resolve. "W–would you take me? I– I know you probably think this is crazy but– just once, could you be with me?" The old man's morals were quickly fading away as he stared at the perky korean tits in face. He took a deep breath and somehow found his voice to respond. "If– if that's what you want I guess I could– I guess we could, m–make love." Dva jumped up, not being able to contain her excitement, her chest bouncing with her as she did. She ripped the rest of her suit off and dropped to her knees in front of the flustered man. She wrapped her fingers around the waistband of his pants and tugged down, releasing his massive member from its confines. She grabbed it in her hand and he bucked his hips forward, almost cumming just from her touch. "Well, you seem to be ready." Dva said, her voice soft and seductive. She released his cock from her grip and grabbed onto his shaking hand instead, guiding it to the flooded valley between her legs. "You feel that Torb? How soaked I am? You did that, you know. Won't you take responsibility?" Dva sat down and spread out her legs, her glistening folds on full display to the awestuck Swede. He shakily grabbed his length in his hand and brought to her tight entrance, gently rubbing it up and down her slit. Dva quickly grabbed his hand and briefly stopped him. "There's one condition Torbie." He gulped. "W–whats that Hana?" "I don't want you to make love to me." She quickly got to her feet and pushed Torbjorn backwards, his already unsteady legs giving way as he landed on his backside, his pride pointing to the ceiling. Dva positioned herself over his length and locked eyes with him. "I want you to fuck me." She pushed her hips down as he slid into her with ease, her tight folds giving way to his swollen rod. Torb was in a state of utter bliss, as he focused on the way her entrance adapted to his girth. Her velvety walls enveloped him until he felt his balls press against her stomach, as he bottomed out inside the young nymph. Hana rose her hips back up, agonzingly slowly, as she dragged herself against his length. Torb watched as she moved up on and down, her eyes clamped shut as she bit her lip. Her movements were slow and methodical, and Torb found himself growing tired of her teasing. He quickly rolled his own hips back, pulling himself out of her inviting heat. Hana opened her eyes and whimpered, a horrible feeling of emptiness washing over her. "W–why did you–" She was stopped short as the old man stood up and pushed onto her back, quickly taking charge as he aligned himself with her waiting hole once more. He rapidly pistoned himself in and out of her as she moaned out, her nails digging into his back. "Ah–j–just like that– that– right–right there– I'm–I'm so close." Finding a newfound motivation from her moans, Torb pounded into her even more as she squealed, her juices pouring down her thighs. He was getting close too, his own release threatning to break through. He reached down to where their bodies met and rubbed at her clit, pumping his hips with the vigor of a man half of his age. Hana's eyes rolled up into her skull as she screamed out, her already tight walls claming down onto his shaft. That was all it took for him to reach his own peak, as he shouted out in pleasure. "I'M CUMMING!" His balls tightened as wave after wave of his molten seed was milked into her dripping pussy. Hana moaned out as she felt him cum inside her, as a second orgasm washed over her. Her juices sprayed against his softening cock, and he felt his member jump inside her. He fell forward next to Hana, his age catching up to him as a sudden wave of exhaustion fell over him. Hana locked her eyes with his own as she sat up and brought her lips to his, enrapturing him in a hungry kiss. His half-limp cock began to rise again as she stuck her tongue in his mouth, mixing her spit with his. She pulled away and eyed his inflating length, a wide smile creeping across her face. "Ready for round two Torbie?"