36th Batch Of Fics: 1st Fill
McCree/Hanzo/Bob – werewolf Bob – Hanzo routinely shames McCree’s dick game so Jesse thinks it’s a fun idea to let Bob have a go at him. He realizes too late that his stroke of genius... isn’t so brilliant as he thought.
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Jesse has never had someone beneath him that was as infuriatingly condescending as Hanzo. Nobody has ever complained about him fucking like a truck with a faulty engine. In fact, he’s had the impression that all his conquests always had liked the feeling of him grunt fucking his way into their bellies with his big dick, and pressing loving little kisses all over their face as he did it.
Hanzo, of fucking course, has to be the exception of the rule. While sometimes he seemed content to humor Jesse and curl his limbs around him, sighing breathy little moans into his ear that got him fired up like nothing else… most of the time he would lay there with the most infuriatingly bored expression.
It’s all a bluff, of course, but… well shit. Jesse could only take so many hits to his pride before he started to get resentful.
“Hey, Hanzo?” he murmurs when he’s shot his load one of these times, dick feeling still deliciously achy, and sweat slowly drying on his body.
Hanzo, already fishing for something to wipe at the mess Jesse left behind, just grunts.
“You know, I got this friend…”
“Congratulations.”
“Shut up, bastard – let me finish. You’re bored by my dick, yeah? I got this friend who should be able to give you a thrill ya won’t forget for a while.”
Hanzo turns towards him now, frowning, but clearly interested, though he tries not to seem too eager about it.
“What are you talking about?”
Jesse grunts and reaches for his phone. He has to search for a bit until he finds a picture of Bob and him, letting Hanzo see. Jesse is a big guy, but next to Bob he looks almost like a twink. He can see Hanzo’s face going slack for a second as he stares at the friendly giant that has an arm curled around Jesse’s shoulders.
“You wanna play with him?” he asks casually, trying not to let on how his heart is beating something fierce in his chest. Hanzo’s dark eyes are glinting with an interest Jesse hasn’t seen in months.
“Why would you suggest that?” Hanzo asks shrewdly, looking at him from the side.
Jesse shrugs.
“Just want you to enjoy yourself for once since I’m such a bad lay,” he drawls, eying Hanzo from the side. “He’s a nice guy.” He adds on like an afterthought.
Hanzo looks like he will argue with him just for the sake of not seeming too eager about the prospect of Bob’s fat cock, but Jesse can see in his eyes that he will go along with it.
He smirks just a little.
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He hadn’t lied to Hanzo; Bob really is a nice guy. Not big on words, but definitely loyal to his friends.
So when Jesse not only promises him Hanzo’s tight bod and well-fucked hole, but also lets him know what a prissy little bitch the bastard could be, Bob is only too eager to accept the proposition.
He’s gentle and quiet, but not too shy to not fuck one of his best friends’ boyfriend in front of said best friend.
Hanzo’s face when he sees Bob duck through the door is priceless. Almost as good as his face when Bob lets his pants fall and shows off the massive cock swinging between his muscular thighs.
The very best face is, though, when Bob shows off his true nature. There is something very satisfying of watching Hanzo’s expression go through a whole slew of emotions as he sees the big man transform before his eyes, his hulking stature curling over Hanzo’s body, pinning him in between two massive paws that dig sharp claws into the bedding.
“What is-” Hanzo doesn’t finish his question. His dark eyes jump over towards Jesse, staring at him for just a second before going back up to the muzzle above him. The fur beneath Bob’s twitching nose and down his jowls his thicker, imitating the facial hair he keeps when in his human form.
“Thought you might like a bit of a surprise,” Jesse croons. He’s never really seen Bob in this form and he has to admit that it is pretty… impressive. So much thick fur; so many sharp points ready to tear and shred.
Bob’s tongue is lolling out of his long maw, yet despite his fearsome exterior his tail is wagging excitedly.
Jesse is not sure if Hanzo has believed the underground rumors of werewolves existing before, but he sure as hell has to now. He’s still pasty white in shock, but he also does not fight Bob as he nudges his way between his thighs.
Whether that is because he is just too flabbergasted from the sight to do anything about it, or because he has caught a glimpse of the slippery red canine cock sliding from its sheath, Jesse couldn’t say.
He would believe both, if he were honest.
He ambles closer when he sees Hanzo’s fingers white knuckling the sheets, and gently brushes fingertips over the back of his hand as Bob starts to nudge at Hanzo’s chin with his snout until he has access to his throat.
While Jesse fancies himself a service top, he can’t deny that he isn’t on par with Bob. He’s heard about how animalistic werewolves were in their shift… how difficult it was to remain lucid when the blood was boiling beneath the skin, but Bob… well. He is as gentle as could be, huge body moving slow, slippery canine cock sliding against the insides of Hanzo’s thighs to leave cooling smears of pre-cum behind.
Jesse had thought he would be okay with Hanzo finally getting put in his place by Bob and his gargantuan dick, but watching him as he gets filled, he starts to wonder if his reasoning had been faulty.
It only takes some five minutes or so until Hanzo is clawing at Bob’s fur, holding on for dear life as the big werewolf gently rocks into him.
Bob hasn’t said a single word since stepping into the room, but he seems to have captivated Hanzo into some kind of spell anyway. There is no preparation needed; just his tapered, fever hot cock slip-sliding deeper and deeper as he nudges his way in until Jesse can see Hanzo’s belly bulging.
There is no way Hanzo can pretend he doesn’t enjoy the ride he’s being given. He hollers within minutes, knees clamped around Bob’s hips, holding on for dear life as he gets speared on werewolf dick again and again until all he can do is hiccup weakly.
He’s not even paying any attention to Jesse anymore.
Shit… maybe he shot into his own foot with this stunt.
