Eight hours had passed since William had flipped the camera over to the creampied D.va. Eight hours had passed since the sexapade.
Nothing had changed.
In fact, as nighttime fell, it got worse. So much worse.
"Hana?"
"Girl wtf…"
"Leave some for us lol"
"Y r u doing this u were high-key my crush."
"She IS my crush lmao my life is so sad"
The text-to-speech subscriber comments were still on. D.va heard every comment. He just didn't care. Why? Because D.va was getting absolutely fucked.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"H-hey guys—unh!" Her words cut off as she let out a gasp. The cameras in her hands shook slightly. "S-sorry, mmmpph~! Fuck! Fuck~! I know I might get banned but—nnngggh~! I'm cumming~!"
Laid on the bed, Hana Song was lost in pleasure as the stud pounded into her relentlessly. She moaned and gasped, her body writhing with each thrust. "This! Dick! Is! Too! Much~! God~!" Hungry saliva slobbered from her lips. Her eyes were becoming hazy and insane, akin to someone feeling intense withdrawal symptoms. In this case, it was the opposite—she was withdrawing too much emotion.
"Big! Fat! Cock!" Hana chanted. Taking in a gasp, she suddenly switched to her native language of Korea. "Dokyoeseo on baeg-in-i nahante ileon jis-eul hadani mid-eul suga eobs-eo!"
For those that didn't understand, the subscribers were there to fill them in.
"I can't believe some white guy from Tokyo is fucking meeeee!"
D.va was as cultured as ever. If only she was getting her back blown out then maybe the guys would have appreciated her more.
"Q-quick question: would you guys help me raise a m-mixed baby? Gah! Oh! Mmmph! He's not pulling out!"
"I'm not," William chimed in. He wasn't pulling out any time soon.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"I wouldn't pull out imo"
"King Arthur himself couldn't pull me out of dat ass!"
Huh. Maybe they did appreciate her still.
Her live chat was going wild. Everytime she talked about how amazing William's dick felt inside of her, the guys went crazy. Was it a kink? DId they like watching a big cock fuck her?
Here was the thing: her fans were still subscribing. Despite getting loosened and thoroughly drilled by a cock they would never be able to match, they insisted on supporting her.
"Sorry guys—mmmph! Cock is—" CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! "Too goood~!"
At last, the man behind it all spoke. His large hands grabbed D.va by her brown white hair, which had long since come undone. He used them as reigns, pounding into her harder and harder and commenting coolly, "You're so damn tight."
For a man whose hips were moving at peak human condition, he was surprisingly out of breath, as though he wasn't human. The chat didn't know that though. The virgins assumed this was what normal sex was while others realized just how wide the gap was between them and William.
"Bro please leave some bitches for us…"
"Big dick? Check. White? Check. Plowing the girl of our dreams? Check. I think William is an irl ntr mc."
CLAP—!
His pelvis to her beautiful ass cheeks, his hands went from her to her skull and forcibly pulled her hair back. Smirking at the camera, he pulled her for a kiss.
But guess what? Before he even began pulling her, her head started to tilt to meet him for a kiss.
In other words, it wasn't just her womb he was conquering—it was her heart too.
"Mmm…"
Mouths together, tongues slicking and saliva connecting, in any other scenario or porn, it would have been heart-warming. It would have been seen as vanilla—as a loving scene that porn and hentai should have. Indeed, there was a moment where they looked the other in the eye and there was love.
But the chat was simply envious.
Because immediately following the kiss, William was back to fucking her.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
William sighed in delight as he continued to pound into her relentlessly and buried her head into the mattress. Hana's moans and screams were getting louder and more desperate with each passing moment yet nothing could be echoed due to her buried face. All that chat could hear were muffles.
The camera was directly on Hana's flushed face and glistening sweat. However, behind that was the lovely arch of her back and her ass cheeks.
All in all, a perfect video call for a cuck. A stream whose existence would be recorded several times over.
"I can't wait until I can watch this again."
"Fuck yeah! This is what I want from adult films."
"I love being a dva simp!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Hana was in a state somewhere between nirvana and the real world. As her trained body adjusted and her focus returned, she expected to see resistance, sadness, rejection, and a low viewership, only to see that her own fanbase and grown exponentially. They were all begging for more, typing in explicit commands and requests that even made William stop for just a moment.
"You guys want a creampie?" he repeated, a smug brow raised. His handsome face and white hair in view, he was silently judging the simps.
"Pls don't…"
"Bro she's my crush. But…it WOULD be hot so go for it lol"
"As a simp I approve"
"Bruh don't your balls get empty? I'm not fucking her and I've already nutted three times"
He had already six of his loads inside her. A seventh wouldn't matter. So William started fucking her again—
"Gah! Oh! Oh~! Mmmph! William! William! William! FUCK ME WITH THAT FAT COCK!"
"Fuck you?" He jerked her head back with her long hair. "Don't you mean something else?
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Yes! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes! Pleeease don't stop!" Hana whimpered. Her cunt clamped down on him hard, begging for another load.
So that was what he did. For the chat and for D.va, he came inside her. His balls clenched, his face hardened, and he buried himself into her as deep as he could. All those fat inches. All that baby batter in his balls.
All of it was unleashed into her womb. Sperm became one with egg. The spirit of the two heroes joined together.
But he wanted to show dominance. He wanted to show it was his cock causing her expression to twist into love—that it was him that turned her into an ahegao icon. So he pulled out, slapped his gigantic cock onto her ass, and came down her back.
All that size, all that thickness and length, all belonging to the man that fucked D.va. A simp's wet dream. The icon of South Korea. Hana Song had been utterly fucked by this giant fuck stick, and that wasn't even the worst of it.
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
William came more than her simps did in the entire day. It was the telltale end of his orgasm yet he came so fucking much. All of her simps could comprehend the magnitude of what he did. He had flooded her womb with cum. He had forever made it his.
D.va's ahegao was picture fucking perfect: crossed eyes, protruding tongue, and reddened cheeks.
William leaned forward, said, "Hope you enjoyed," and ended the stream.
From his perspective, he could see the cum pouring out of her stretched pussy. As arousing as the view was, he also had to think about the clean-up. The early morning was beginning to settle in.
Spank!
He smirked, his eyes glued to the jiggle of her ass. "Oh well. I suppose that's something to keep me busy for today."
***
Ring, ring, ring!
"Oh?" That wasn't William's phone, that was Hana's. Hana lay curled beneath the comforter on William's bed, her chest rising and falling in that slow, dream-heavy rhythm.
Ring, ring, ring! Her phone buzzed. Looks like she put it on vibrate.
…okay, that sounded dirty
William walked in from the kitchen with a coffee mug in one hand. He planned to wake her up but seeing her sleep so innocently gave him pause. She deserved the rest.
The phone buzzed again. William hesitated, then picked it up off the nightstand.
The screen lit up: Incoming Call – Tokyo Imperial Hotel
He glanced at Hana. Still asleep.
He thumbed the answer button and put it to his ear.
"Hello?"
There was a pause. "Ah—yes, is this Miss Chun-Li?"
William blinked.
Seriously?
He looked down at Hana and almost laughed.
"Uh... she's not available right now. She's resting. I'm a friend—William. I've been helping her while the hotel's been closed."
"I see. We've recovered her luggage from the affected floor. Everything has been cleaned and secured. She's eligible for a full refund, and we'll need a signature to release the items."
"I can come sign and pick everything up. She's… kind of recovering from a long day."
"Yes, of course. Just bring a photo ID and let the front desk know you're signing on behalf of Ms. Chun-Li."
He ended the call and stared at the screen.
"Chun-Li, huh?" he muttered with a smirk.
He shook his head, quietly amused. Of course she'd use a pseudonym. When your actual name could trend worldwide because you sneezed, you had to keep things quiet.
'Although with what we did yesterday…'
Hana Song's name was definitely trending.
William drank the rest of his coffee, slipped on a jacket, and got going. It was a long walk. He didn't mind it though. His walk turned into a jog, turning this into something of a morning jog. He made it to his destination after twenty minutes.
The Tokyo Imperial was still half-closed, with fans and maintenance crews on every floor. The lobby smelled like industrial cleaner and wet marble.
William approached the front desk, gave the name, and showed his ID.
"Ah, yes," the receptionist said, handing over a rolling suitcase and a garment bag. "We've included the refund receipt in the front pocket."
"Thanks. I'll make sure Chun—uh, Hana gets it."
The receptionist gave a polite nod, trained not to ask questions. William returned ASAP via a quick taxi drive. William did things fast and efficiently.
Hana was still in bed, turned to her side now, the blanket curled around her like a cocoon. She looked younger when she slept. Softer. Not the adrenaline-pumping MEKA pilot or streamer with millions of fans—but just someone trying to breathe easy for a while.
He placed the luggage neatly in the corner, turned out the light, and left her a bottle of water on the nightstand.
Then he went out and crashed on his own bed, dropping onto it with a tired sigh and pulling a blanket over himself. Everything was quiet and nice.
Was he going to sleep? Not yet. It was social media time. What were people saying, he wondered.
All of Twitter was in chaos.
@Fangirl97
That's NOT her. That's a deepfake. Hana Song would NEVER.
@OverwatchRealNews
Sources say this is both a hack and AI-generated.
@BigBrainDoomer
Y'all think it's a leak. I think it's a message. Look at the background—clock's at 3:17. That's code. WAKE UP.
@MoiraFan420
Honestly if it's real, props to her. Mans is packing like a Final Fantasy weapon. Where she FIND him?
Even the official Overwatch account made a long note about it, like this was a genuinely serious matter.
@Overwatch (Official)
We are aware of a video circulating that appears to feature MEKA pilot Hana Song. We are investigating the matter and will provide an update when appropriate.
William blinked. He scrolled.
One frame of the stream—blurry, dim lighting, but unmistakably Hana and him—was now being analyzed like it was the Zapruder film. People were breaking it down frame-by-frame.
Someone had posted a photo of his foot from the clip with the caption:
@DickDetective
Trying to ID this dude from the veins on his dick. Give me 30 minutes.
@hanasgreatestsimp
Not my goaat, she got fucking raileddd by that guy. Bros balls were swinging into her ass fuuuuck
@DickDetective
Look at all that cream around the dick, she is clearly enjoying this, you love to see it. Anyway, for more important news, via pixel measurements we have determined the male in the video has a 13.4 inch long cock. Girth has to be determined.
@hanasgreatestsimp
At least I know hana is a champ at getting dicked down 😭
So. Many. Tweets. So many hilarious tweets too. "Even I didn't know my dick was 13.4 inches. Should I double-check?" Snorting, William just kept scrolling.
@HealeeerSluuut
Who is this man. Why is he hot. Why is he funny-looking-hot. Why do I feel like he smells like books and garlic bread.
The young man decided to put the phone down. Yep, that was enough internet for the day.
A blanket draped over his large six-foot frame, shirtless and wearing black boxers, he nearly entered the dream world.
Key word: nearly, because in the end, he didn't. He heard the door open and light footsteps approach the bed. He felt someone crawling under the blanket, hands careful not to touch him, and then pulled his boxers down.
Eyes closed, William exhaled as two cold hands touched his thick member. While flaccid, he was still ridiculously well-hung. Hana Song's simps could attest to that—he was well above average. Honestly, including the word average was plain wrong.
The womanly hands go to work. They went up and down his cock, making sure to work in rhythm but separate. Two hands pumping his cock and then aiming the long, thick member towards something soft and wet.
A pair of lips.
The lips that once did commentary and cracked jokes. The pink lips that earned the envy of thousands of women. The lips that every male gamer kissed in their dreams.
Those very same lips were stretching themselves senseless in order to accommodate his hardening cock. Throb, throb, throb! He grew. He pulsated. He thickened.
He made Hana Song struggle.
Plop!
Her cool breath tickled his member. Long and hard, it was long to make a sizable tent in his blanket. Pointed upwards and unaided by her hands and mouth, it was a skyscraper to the woman underneath it. An impossible challenge.
William smiled to himself and picked the blanket up from his perspective. At last, he could see the woman for herself. He could see her white hair, her cleavage, and her nude form. With his eyes, he could see it all, even though she was laying down.
She noticed his sharp gaze and pouted. "Don't think the game is over that fast!" She got a hand to pull his massive cock to her cheek. It was almost cute how small she was compared to the north pole. She gave his shaft a kiss, then gave more kisses.
"Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" The side of his shaft was covered in her kisses as she went higher and higher. Eventually, she reached the crown of his cock and smirked. "So the final boss…mwah!" A sloppy kiss to the crown, to the king. William throbbed, swallowing in anticipation, and released a glob of pre-cum. "Mwah!" With a kiss, her lips became covered in the pre-cum and licked it all up.
Following that—
"Ngh!"
Hana took him down to base. All of him.
His full erection was swallowed by this feeble gamer girl. This woman who had no business swallowing such a cock yet did it anyway.
William had clearly underestimated her and he was all the more happy for it. Because the view of the cute D.va sucking his cock was unrivalled.
"You likshh thsss?" Her voice was muffled by a mouthful of his cock. Smiling, she went all the way to the tip and did work with her tongue.
The sensation sent shivers down William's spine as Hana's hot tongue wrapped around him. She bobbed up and down on him expertly, and always ended it off by sucking him off. Her efforts were skilled enough to make him moan out loud.
Despite himself, William found himself getting more and more turned on by the minute. His hands tangled in Hana's hair as she continued to pleasure him with abandon, as her head went up and down, up and down, until finally…
"S-swallow!"
William came right inside her throat.
Hana swallowed every drop.
That was the first morning William had ever filled someone up without making them breakfast.
***
Noon had covered Tokyo City. William decided to make lunch and remained focused despite the noise nearby.
"Dag nabbit!" At the kitchen table with her bare knees pulled up to her chest and her voice at a high was Hana Song. "Nerf this shit!"
Her headphones sat atop her head, her fluffy ear muffs covering her ears and her hair in a messy ponytail. She wore a red hoodie two sizes too large, electing to not wear pants. She was playing on her SteamDeck. A large portable console, it was among the items in her luggage.
William approached her with a plate of pancakes that had an extra-generous drizzle of syrup and a scattering of berries. He cleared his throat, attempting to grab Hana's attention. "Lunch is served."
Hana looked up with a grin. "Oh, awesome! It's an online game," she explained. "Gotta clutch for my team—aaaand I'm dead. Next round!"
Next round it was, her focus going entirely to go to the game. William chuckled and carried his plate over to his side of the table. "Just remember, pancakes wait for no one."
"Very wise words," Hana said sarcastically. Her fingers spammed the X-button. "Come on, come on, come on…noooo!"
Smirking at her loss, William stabbed a pancake and ate one very, very slowly. He savoured the taste, chewing on the blueberry.
In between rounds, Hana stole glances at the breakfast spread and William's enjoyment. At this rate, he was going to eat all the blueberries…
"Damn it. Brb, guys." Hana finally succumbed to the irresistible aroma and the allure of breakfast. She put the SteamDeck down with a dramatic sigh. "Alright, alright, you win. Pancakes it is." Hana picked up a fork and digging into the stack.
William crossed his arms. "I take my pancakes very seriously."
As Hana took her first bite, a wave of delight washed over her. William smirked. Hana pouted. "W-whatever." Another bite. "I bet I could find this at a store!"
"Think what you like. At least admit it's good."
"...it is."
She was met with the classic William smirk. Hana's eyes flickered back to the pancakes. William was…quite handsome when his hair was done. Slicked down, it wasn't bad but the messiness of his hair was even better.
She swallowed her food, pretending that her heart wasn't racing. And she thought she was being seductive. Sure, she was naked under the red hoodie, but William was parading around in nothing but his boxers. The bulge that hung between his legs was distracting.
Very distracting.
Eyes up, Hana.
To distract herself, she whipped out her phone and checked her socials. Pretty much everyone thought the sextape from yesteday was a fake. A majority suspected that it was a hack and that someone had either leaked her sextape or had made a video through deepfake technology.
Regardless, no one believed Hana had gone to Tokyo, gotten seduced by a white stud, and got her back blown out. Many sites were explaining how it wasn't consistent with Hana's general content and that while she was crude she wasn't the type to participate in sexual content.
Frankly, they weren't wrong. If a past version of herself saw this, she would have believed it was a cyber-attack for sure. She was a room goblin, not an OnlyFans streamer. No way that she, a famous, military-funded mecha streamer, had been a victim of white cock. Nope, no way, it had to be an elaborate cyberattack.
Oh, the disappointment. She sighed and put her phone down.
"Something wrong?" William asked.
"Nah, it's nothing."
"I'm going to get some fresh air." Hana waved her arm left and right. "Pee-yew! It's like sex in here."
"Says the girl who wanted to have sex."
"Shuddap."
Giggles and laughter came between them. She couldn't stop smiling even as she stepped out onto the balcony and looked at the world outside. Hana wasn't the type to do this. She loved staying indoors and spending her day playing games. There was a reason for her reputation as a gremlin. It was who she was. Truly.
William's apartment unit was high up close to the top. The air was nice. "Haaa…" Hana exhaled, her smile refusing to wear off. The afternoon wind blew some strands of her hair into her vision.
Silently, she smelled the hoodie. It smelled like William. Of course it did, it was his.
'What am I even doing here?' Hana asked herself. 'I should be streaming but…after THAT, what can I say? That it was all fake? I was hit with a cyber attack?'
The reality was that she got pounded. She got fucked. She let herself be corrupted and that was that. No amount of excuses could change.
"So what do I do now? Do I go into porn or some shit?" Hana put a hand on her forehead. "Jeez. I promised myself not to be some slut. I promised myself I wouldn't be one of those gamer girls that shows their tits. Yet here I am, taking it ten steps further and showing my honker donkers like a porn star. Good god."
She buried her face in her hands. At last, the gravity of the situation was weighing in on her. She might have been the best mech pilot in the world but would Team Overwatch accept her as a porn star too? PR-wise, her brand was a total nightmare…
"Yo." The balcony entrance opened and in came the tall William. His presence was a source of comforting heat. Seriously, she was thankful that she wasn't wearing panties. "Something wrong?"
Hana discreetly looked over her shoulder, from his muscular upper body down to his boxers. 'Cock—I mean, uh…' Her eyes zipped back up to his face. 'Focus, Hana.'
Yeah, focus! This hot, muscular guy was shirtless, so what? It wasn't like his cock was massive and bursting out the tight material of his boxers. Nope. It was just a regular dick. A normal, five inch penis.
"Eyes up here."
William snickered. She had been caught red-handed. The taller man casually put his arms on the railing, basking in the wind. To break the semi-awkward atmosphere, Hana made a joke.
"You're in boxers and I'm just wearing a big hoodie. Won't we get arrested?"
"You overestimate people," William replied. "I sincerely doubt anyone is looking at us."
"That's a relief." She said that without meaning. She didn't care if she got caught naked at this point. Not after yesterday. She drew in a breath and sighed. "Do you ever think that…I don't know, that you want to quit?"
"Quit?"
"I'm a streamer, an esports pro, a mecha pilot for the government, and a member of Team Overwatch. I'm spending my best years doing military training and I'm so damn busy all the time. This week, for the first time in two years, I got a vacation, here in Tokyo."
"And? How was it?"
She sent him a look and a sultry smile. "You know how it was."
"Might be better to say it out loud," William said flippantly.
"The best fucking night of my life," Hana said without reservation. "Honestly, I'd be surprised if I wasn't pregnant."
"You didn't take a pill?" William blinked, suddenly a little tense. "Do you want me to get you a pill?"
Hana thought about it. She might have been young and stupid, but weirdly enough, she was adamant about this. "Nah, I'm good. If I'm pregnant, then I'm pregnant. I'm cool with it."
"You're cool with it?" William repeated.
"I'm cool with it. What, you gonna run away? Isn't being a dead-beat dad a little on the style?"
"That's not it." William grimaced. "I might be from Tokyo but my job prevents me from staying here for too long."
"Oh. Oh, well, that's no problem. I'm a millionaire, you can quit your job. Even if you don't want to stay, I can take care of everything myself—"
"A baby isn't just a financial burden," William interjected. "If you think you can spend your way out of taking care of a baby, you're wrong. It's tough work. It takes more than just throwing money."
A mischievous glint entered her eyes and Hana playfully elbowed him. "Don't tell you're a baby daddy to a bunch of other women? Is that how you're so good with that big dick?"
"As if. I just matured with grace, that's all."
"Mature, huh?" Hana blinked. "Wait a minute, if you're older than me, then by how much?"
William removed his arms from the railing and leaned on it. Smirking down at her, he replied, "Would you like to know?"
"I would." She batted her eyes at him. "What, do I need to prove myself?"
William looked her up and down like a piece of meat. Conventionally, the bulge in his black boxers was beginning to shift. "If you're going to be the mother of my child, you're going to have to prove yourself, yes."
The well-hung William and the luscious Hana Song. Both the apex of their respective genders. William—tall, built, with a fat cock and heavy set of balls. Hana—toned, with a heart-shaped ass, a slutty waist, and an erotic smirk.
William pushed himself off the railing. Hana faced with her arms crossed and a load of self-confidence. Stepping close to one another, his cock unfurling through his boxers. Hana wasn't afraid and grabbed his manhood without shame.
"Don't worry—" Squeeze! "I'll milk your balls dry and have your babies. A perfect two-round victory."
William smirked down at her, his greedy hands seizing her ass cheeks and pulling her close. His eyes were like endless pools of gray.
This was what was ailing her. This chemistry. This love.
She loved streaming. She loved fighting. She loved her fans.
But she loved getting dicked down more. She loved his big fingers teasing her booty. She wanted to experience this love with William more and more. She was fucking addicted to it.
Her right hand was joined by her left and while still looking into William's eyes, she yanked his boxers down—thwack!—was pulled into a kiss, was lifted by her ass cheeks and mounted onto the railing.
A rock hard cock rubbed against her pussy. So much longer and thicker than she had seen. As a popular female streamer, her fans would often send dick pics. She had seen everything, from big to small.
And now she had seen thebiggest. Casually on the railing, Hana's hands stroked the massive member, her eyes glued to William's. Pre-cum pooled out and stained the red hoodie.
"You ready?"
"Game on, William!"
With smirks, he eased himself inside her, though ease was probably the incorrect term. More like making a path with her pussylips and her walls.
"A-aah~! Mmmph! Nnngh!"
William watched her, smiling, while she watched the connection between herself and his cock.
Seeing the fat white member stretch her pussy out was exhilarating. No wonder her fans were salty, there was no way a five-incher was satisfying this gamer slut after this BWC. Imagine learning your crush had been getting fucked day-in day-out by a cock over double your size—and not just fucked, creampied too.
Inch by inch, he went deeper till he was fully inside. He was calm. He was cool.
"Gah! Mmmph! Nnnnngh~!" Meanwhile, Hana gasped, squirmed, and moaned all the way to the end. Panting and recovering her willpower, her eyes looked up at him. He was worried.
"You think I'm scared of some fucking heights?" Hana grabbed him by the temple and pulled him in for a kiss. "Don't worry about that, just fuck me."
"You better not regret this."
Hana wore her classic smirk. "I'm only here to prove you wrong, babe."
"Heh. I suppose."
Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—!
Thus, they began their ferocious love-making, Hana's body trembled with excitement. William's deep, rapid thrusts hit all the right spots, making her moan in pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
"Aren't you too loud?"
"Haaa….mmmph! And aren't you supposed to fuck me harder!?" She gasped between breaths. "Harder, harder, harder!"
Her legs tightly enveloping his waist with his hands around her waist, he pounded her. Eye contact was unbroken. Her pussy refused to let go of him.
So he went harder. Harder, harder, harder, till his cock was making her shriek. "YESS, THAT'S THE WAY! THAT'S HOW YOU FUCK!" She gasped and laughed and ended with a whimper. "PLEEEASE~! PLEASE, KEEP FUCKING ME~! FUUUUUCK MEEEE~!"
Her loose hair flowing off the balcony. Her body was shaking.
"Oh god, don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop~!" She hugged him and left no space between them. His hands went over to her ass and took two steps backward.
Up, up, up. Rather than fucking to and fro, Hana was bouncing on his dick while he stood.
"God, your pussy is tight!"
The same way his cock was top-tier, so was this Asian chick's pussy. It was tight and wet and all he wanted to do was fill her up. His balls were already prepared for a heart creampie. But first, he wanted to make Hana cum at least ten times and he wasn't going to stop until she did.
Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—!
Look at that ass too. So round, so bubbly, so spherical.
"That's it! THAT'S IT~!" Hana Song no longer cared about the outside world. She didn't care about their immediate neighbours or her fans. All she cared about was this big, fat cock. "Mmmpph! MMMMPPPPH~ MWAH! GAH! NNNNGHGHH~! COCK! I LOVE YOUR COCK!"
William smirked, gripping her ass tightly and casually increased his speed.
"J-just where!? WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO FUCK LIKE THISSSS—!"
That was the question, wasn't it? Where did this white stud learn to tame Asian bitches so easily?
"Like! I! Said!" Thrust! Thrust, thrust! He rammed his cock so deep that all she could do was gasp. "Prove yourself first!"
Hana clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his back. Just when it seemed like Hana couldn't take it anymore, William slowed his pace down slightly, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
Hana was shaking, toes curling and breathing unsteady. She was hardly unconscious, her head tilted halfway back and bubbling with her own saliva. "F-fuuuck…!"
"Can you keep going?"
Hana looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and whispered huskily, "I, haah, said I would empty your balls, didn't I? Don't hold back."
With a wicked grin, William obediently obliged, slamming into her as deep as he could. Hana gasped in delight as each of his powerful thrusts sent electric shocks through her entire being.
Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—!
"So tight, aren't you?" Thrust, thrust, thrust! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! "You know what? Fuck it—you've proven yourself, Hana Song!"
"O-oh yeah?" Following a gasp and a moan, as well as a toe-curling orgasm, Hana huffed and added, "W-well, don't think this is all I've got!"
He stopped thrusting for a moment, giving her time to breathe. Gasping for air, she managed to hear him say, "Even if it isn't, it's enough for me."
Her eyes went wide, then softened.
Yep, it wasn't just sexual lust driving them together, there was a spark of something else too.
She surprised him with a kiss. A loving kiss where his cock was still inside, her walls were getting tighter, and her love was growing.
William couldn't believe how good Hana felt. It was like being inside a goddess, he couldn't get enough of it. Breaking away from the kiss, both of their gazes went hazy.
Even while panting and sweating and tightening, a lovely smile appeared on her face. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long," she whispered. "Thank you for finally fucking me properly."
William wasn't able to respond. He looked down at his cock, at where he was connected, and then back up to her. He was an ordinary man. He was a simple translator.
Most of all, he was a man blessed with a horse cock and full balls. His hefty nutsack was brimming with sperm, dangling between his legs and aching for a chance to impregnate but never being able to. Here, his hands were holding a handful of firm booty cheeks. Here, he was able to feel himself parked inside a womb carving for his balls—for those massive fist-sized nut factories that were the future of this white stud's family.
Yesterday he had held back with his creampies. Not today. Today, he would make sure she got pregnant.
Today, William made up his mind.
He gave her a kiss on the forehead. He didn't mutter a reply or declare his love.
After all, for William, actions spoke louder than words. The best way to show his affection…
Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—!
…was to fuck her brains out.
He was able to feel her breasts through the hoodie. Fuck, he was half-tempted to rip it off but seeing her wear his hoodie was hot.
As he continued to fuck her relentlessly, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building up inside of him, ready to explode at any moment.
William groaned as she tightened around him. He could feel himself getting harder by the second as he fucked him with an intensity that surprised even him. Balls bouncing, her eyes rolling back, her mouth gaping and letting out trails of saliva.
Eventually, the time to breed came.
"I'm cumming!"
Cunt quenching around his monstrously throbbing cock, William grit his teeth and came. Her womb was filled like it was yesterday. The absurd volume was the same but the intentions weren't.
"Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant…!" William growled in her ear, still holding her up by the ass cheeks. His balcony floor dripped with her juices and his thick cum. It became a mess.
Hana was utterly fucked. As in, her eyes were devoid of rationality and replaced with sex. Sex, sex, sex.
Her forehead leaned into his. The only way to go through to her right now was with a different type of love.
"Let's go take a shower," William suggested. "We need to get cleaned up."
"Mmm…" Her legs wouldn't release him until a half an hour later.
…
…
…
An hourglass figure that a woman would die for. A face recognizable throughout the world as a South Korea gamer girl and mech pilot.
And a pussy pumped with cum and attempting to clean itself of said cum. Hana relaxed as she let the water wash over her tight body. Her eyes closed, lost in the hot steam and warmth of the water. She let out a satisfied sigh as she leaned her head against the tiled wall.
Her legs were trembling. She could barely stand. If she wasn't so well-trained, she would have lost to his cock much sooner.
Not that she hadn't lost, mind you. She did, just not in a lame way. She lost with dignity.
The bathroom door slid open. She was able to see the tall silhouette of a certain man. Clothes were properly folded and set.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
The wet sounds of his cock slapping against his thigh echoed. The shower stall opened, revealing the white man with the big, fat cock. Hana smirked and eyed him like a piece of meat.
"You should be hard the instant you see me."
"Funny," he replied. "I'm here to help you clean. You're probably not standing well."
"Oh, I can stand." She pushed herself off the wall, cocky and erotic, taking slow and meaningful steps, only to slip and fall into his arms. "Whoops!"
Looking up at him, Hana was met with a smirk.
"W-whatever." Hana humphed and crossed her arms under her bust. The shower was a nice hum in the background.
"I'm not here to fuck you, Hana," William said. Under the water, his hair fell down beautifully. "Let's just clean up."
"Just clean up?" She opened an eye and looked down at his cock. Seduction mode was activated again. "Don't tell me your balls are empty?" she taunted seductively, tracing a finger along his jawline.
He chuckled softly, his hands on his hips. "You'll need to put in a little more effort than that, Hana."
"Oh, don't worry." There was a twinkle in her eye. "I will. In the meantime…"
"Hm." He sighed, smiling. "Really? Didn't I say we didn't have to fuck?"
"I might have proven myself but I also made a promise." She smirked, her hands jerking him off. "I'm going to try and empty these babies just a little more. Consider it a warm-up."
His cock started to throb and fill itself. "Consider me already warmed-up."
Their lips locked and the two had steamy sex for another long hour. Yet even after that, they weren't done for the day.
***
"Lord, have mercy…!" Hana Song stretched, hips thrusting forward and hands on her hips. Her pussy pulsed. "White fucker really stuffed my hole…"
She grunted, hissed, and whimpered. After that long, heavy hour of sweaty sex, William decided it was time for dinner. That left Hana to tend to the rest of the luggage William got for her. See, she took out her SteamDeck but everything else? Clothes, pins, cosplays, all that other dull stuff? Didn't touch. She was a gamer at the end of the day.
In her new bedroom, Hana unzipped her luggage, towel hanging down her shoulders.
Her fingers moved quickly, unwrapping layers of clothing and accessories that had thankfully made it through the flood and chaos untouched. Her laptop—dry. Her skincare—secured. Even her handheld console—completely safe.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
"WILLIAM!" Hana called out through the cracked door. "You're a legend! My stuff's all good!"
From the kitchen came his reply, slightly muffled: "No problem!"
She smiled and went back to it, digging deeper. Her hand brushed something silky. Hana paused. Then slowly pulled it out.
Folded carefully in the corner of the suitcase was a particular outfit—white and silver robes with elegant floral patterns, violet fox ears folded beside it, and ornamental clasps that shimmered faintly in the light.
Her Shin-Ryeong cosplay.
It was something between folklore and fantasy: part spirit, part warrior, part creature caught between worlds. The design was mystical—like a fox mid-transformation, wild and elegant, dangerous and divine. It had taken months of planning, special commission work, and more than a few hours of glue gun burns.
Hana smiled. Genuinely.
"I forgot I packed you…"
She held it up in front of her body, turning slightly toward the mirror, letting the sleeves drape and the fabric fall into place. She hadn't worn it in public yet. She'd been saving it for something big.
But tonight, her heart felt soft. Playful.
She peeked toward the kitchen door.
"Looks like I have a way to give back to you, William~"
***
The only light in the apartment came from the TV, flickering between scenes of an old sci-fi movie neither of them was really watching.
Hana was curled under William's arm, a soft blanket pulled up over her legs. Her hair was slightly messy, the way it got after a long day of not trying to look perfect. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. He was warm. Solid.
Safe.
On the coffee table in front of them, two half-empty bowls of popcorn sat next to Hana's phone—face down, but still buzzing now and then like a bug that refused to die.
"Not gonna answer that?" he asked.
"Nope," Hana popped.
William glanced at the screen. "Overwatch again?"
"Mm-hmm." Hana picked up the phone, tapped the side button, and opened a shady little app he hadn't seen before. "This scrambles my signal. GPS bounces through like six locations. Seoul, Melbourne, Nova Scotia. They'll think I'm in a submarine."
William laughed. "Who the hell made it?"
"The military. Bet they never thought it'd be used against them. They said it was only for emergencies, which, I mean…your dick might count as one."
Cue the laughter. They let a few minutes pass in peace, the movie playing quietly.
William, unable to help himself, opened Twitter. Hana peeked over his shoulder. Immediately, the firestorm lit up again. Images of his cock popped up. Every simp was coping.
@UltraDVaStan
I don't know if it's real but Hana deserves privacy.
@EchoAnon420
I have been the smaller guy after a large ex, and let me assure you they do remember how it felt.
@MechaSniperBae
Honestly? They're both hot. Let them live. #ProtectDVa #WhiteguyCanGetItToo
@DeepfakeDisbeliever
The lighting is too natural. This is a psy-op. You people are sheep.
@HanzoMain69
I watched the tape. For research. Contrary to popular belief, the cock is NOT AI generated. Also—respectfully, they look in love.
Hana blinked. "Wait. That last one. That's actually kind of sweet."
William kept scrolling.
@NewsFeedBuzz
BREAKING: Overwatch refuses to comment further on the Hana Song situation. Rumors suggest she's gone completely off-grid. Authorities are searching. Fans speculate she is "in hiding with the long-haired mystery man."
Related tags:#DVaAndTheDongKnight
He couldn't help it—William laughed.
"'Dong Knight'? Really?"
"I hate the internet," Hana said. "But also... kind of glad no one believes it's real."
"You like that they think it's a deepfake, huh?"
Hana nodded. "If they don't think it's me, they can't shame me. I kinda like being a role model sometimes. Sometimes though, not all the time. And it means," she added, turning toward him and poking his chest with her finger, "I get to stay here. With you. In peace. For a little while longer."
William smiled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." She leaned into him again. "The world's out there melting down over a porn video. Meanwhile, I've got popcorn, movies, and someone who doesn't ask for anything I'm not ready to give."
She paused. "...Except maybe more popcorn."
"I can live with that."
"And, heh, maybe some cosplay~"
"...cosplay?"
Hana had a glint in her eyes. "Just wait for tomorrow~"
***
William sat on the edge of the bed, nearly ten inches of heavy flaccid cock between his legs. Elbows on his thighs, leaning forward, he waited patiently on his bed.
The great D.va insisted she would milk him dry. She wouldn't say that unless she had a plan.
The door to his room opened.
"Hello, dearest William~"
There it was. The plan was…
…cosplay?
"Interesting," William said to himself. His white schlong twitched. It was a monster in the waiting. A wife breaker if put in the place of an affair partner.
"Say cheese!" Hana whipped out her phone, posed with a pumpkin in her free hand, and smiled.
William blinked twice. "Where did you get that pumpkin?"
She casually tossed the pumpkin into the hall and closed the door. "What pumpkin?"
William laughed. He laughed, put a hand to his mouth, and almost couldn't look at her. It was a soft, joyful sound. Hana looked proud of herself.
"So what do you think?" Hana twirled, the skirt lifting up. She purposely flashed him her cunt.
"Maybe some panties would be better."
"Agree to disagree," Hana replied cheekily.
The white hair with purple-ish tinge, the fluffy ears, the glowing pink eyes, and the white dress. It was hot and sharp. It was like Hana Song wasn't here—it was the Shin Ryeong.
One day, he was an ordinary white man that travelled over the world to translate and speak languages. Today, his job was to fuck the breaks off of a mountain spirit cosplay girl.
"Don't mind if I do." William stood up and the two became one. William was nude, his flaccid cock down his thigh and pressed to her. He kissed her with the vigour to eventually devour her.
His hands pulled her in closer. Hana mewled and their tongues lashed at each other, with William holding the advantage due to his height. Her smaller, weaker form was obvious.
"Mmmph!" Hana deepened the kiss by jumping into his arms and locking her legs around him. His hands holding her up by the ass, William carried her to his bed and laid her down.
"Haah…haah…"
After breaking apart, once again, it was William that unwinded. His cock rose to full mast, a transformation that earned a giggle, and it landed and heated up on the fabric of her dress. He leaned up slightly and slipped a hand up her skirt and plunged two fingers deep inside her.
"Fuck, William," Hana gasped out, her hips rocking against his fingers. "F-forget your hands! Use your cock! Your big, fat cock!"
Removing his hands, he noticed just how wet and sticky they were. What a whore. To think some people called her a loser. She was a phenomenal lay and an even better woman.
Hana grabbed her dress and pulled it up, revealing her glistening cunt. William throbbed and pulsated, his veiny white cock slipping with pre-cum.
He planned to fuck her missionary. However, after seeing her lusty expression, he decided to go one step further.
Mating press.
Her thighs instinctively locked themselves around him as he sank himself into her that way. He was careful with his weight at first, but then realized that Hana could take it. She was a member of Overwatch and trained in the military.
"You can take me, can't you?"
Seven inches in, Hana smirked. "I told you, I'm going to prove to you and myself by emptying your ba—mmmph!"
He cut her off by slamming into her. All fourteen inches plunged inside her unsuspecting cunt. Her expression widened, transforming into the purest of ahegaos.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
He pounded her. He fucked her. William showed her what those women in hentai felt. He made all her gremlin dreams come true.
Hana's body trembled with pleasure as William continued to pound into her relentlessly. She moaned and begged him to go faster, harder, deeper. Her walls clenched around him, urging him on with every thrust. But even as she reveled in the overwhelming sensations, a part of her still couldn't believe how good it felt.
Was this really the power of dick? Or was it something else?
"F-Fuck." The cosplaying Hana gasped between breaths, unable to form coherent words. Her bangs covered half her vision. She couldn't see him fully but she could feel him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! FUUUCK! YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL THINGS I'VE NEEVER FELT BEFORE! MY PUSSSY! ITS NEVER HAD SOMETHING SOOOO DEEEP!!!"
William's smirk widened into a devilish grin. The lewd plaps became louder and he drilled into her with an intensity that bordered on primal. The bed beneath them creaked and groaned, threatened to give way under the intensity of their passion. Hana was no ordinary woman. She could take it.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"I'M TAKING ITTT~! I'M TAKING YOUR MASSIVE FUCKING WHITE COCCCKKK~!"
Without a single reason to, he suddenly stopped.
"Haah…haahh…"
He wiped the thick bang to the side. Now, she could see him.
"Are you alright?"
Hana's expression melted. She wanted to cry. No one had ever treated her so…gently. No one had ever stopped to ask how she was. As a streamer, it was like all she was allowed to be was a chirpy gamer girl.
"I…"
The mating press was intimate as it was primal. His lips were right on top of his. She could feel his cock as well as his balls. She could feel all of him like this.
It was overwhelming.
Yet he patiently waited.
"I've never felt this way about anyone. I've never, like…" The great, arrogant D.va bit her bottom lip. This was more than submission, this was…vulnerability. "I always think about streaming and working. But yesterday and today…all I could think about was your cock, William." Her eyes lost their haziness, replaced by determination. "So fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can."
"I will."
Just like that, the springs of the bed began to make noise again.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Just like that, the bed breaking sex started anew.
Hana's body responded instinctively to his demand, arching into him with an abandon that defied logic. Pleasure surged through her veins like electricity, pushing her closer to the edge of blissful ecstasy.
Big, fat balls slapping. A bigger, fatter fuck pole pistoning in and out of her.
She cried for him. Loved him. Kissed him.
Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—!
Breaking apart from the kiss, her pussy getting destroyed between love and lust, Hana's brain began to malfunction and switch languages. "Nneun keugo ttungttunghan sutalg-eul joh-ahabnida! Naneun keugo galsaeg sutalg-eul joh-ahaeyo! I geosigi! I jjeusjjeus!"
"Translation please?" he asked in between pants, smiles, and womb-kissing thrusts.
"I'M SAYING YOUR COCK IS THE BEST~! NNNNNGHHHH~! I'M CUMMING!"
Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—! Schalp—!
"GIMME THAT SEMEN! CUM IN ME! CREAMPIE MEEE~!"
His balls clenched. His balls swung. He slammed into her harder and harder—
"Haaah…haah…" She gulped. Her throat went dry and the once arrogant woman whispered, "Saranghae, William."
I love you, William.
He understood. He stopped with his merciless thrusts, kissed her and filled her up with his cum.
It was the least he could do.
- CHAPTER 4 OF THIS FIC RELEASED ON PATREON -