“I don’t care whether it will hurt. I just want it.” With McCree please?
It’s been a while, but here it is~
The newest addition to your collection is hefty, girthy, and not something to be taken lightly. And yet, Jesse insists on having every single inch inside him.
“That’ll hurt, big boy.” You furrow your brow at him from your position between his legs. “Flint’s too thick and you’re not fully relaxed-”
Your cowboy grunts and claws at your thighs, his legs closing around your waist to pull you closer. “I don’t care whether it’ll hurt. I just want it.” He wriggles his hips loser and tries to impale himself on the thick, ridged cock. And when you edge your hips away, he growls and slips a hand between you so he can slip it into himself to no avail.
“Jesse!” You admonish him.
He almost sobs. “Boss, please! Please, you gotta fuck me, you gotta! I’m fucking greedy, okay? I’ve been a bad boy and fingered myself, thinkin’ about how you’d fuck me with Flint so hard that I can’t walk right for days.” He wrenches up and kisses you roughly, snarling that he just wants you to douse him inside and out with lube so you can fuck him hard and rough. “C’mon, Boss, don’t leave me hangin’, please!”
You have half a mind to just leave him here, pulsing and aching, maybe with a butt plug just to make him shut up, but the pitiful look on his face softens your resolve. Rather than say anything, you clamp a hand over his mouth and use the other to angle Flint’s head at your boy’s dripping, winking asshole.
Bit by bit, the monstrous cock slides in. Every centimetre that goes in is punctuated by an expression of absolute bliss. You can feel his mouth drop open under your palm and the vibration of the loud ass, whorish moan he emits. His eyes roll up into his head as you press hard and make him stretch over the thickest part of Flint.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
Jesse’s eyes flutter and those chocolate orbs focus on you dazedly. “Y-yeah, but it hurts so fuckin’ good~ Oh fuck I think I’m gonna cum!”
You laugh, ramming the last inch of Flint right up his ass and feel his tight, clenching balls touch your belly.
“Oh fucking-shit-oh fuck! Fuck, that’s so goddamn big, I-I- OOonnnngggghh~” That southern drawl thickens and turns his words almost indistinguishable from the numerous moans and whines coming from his mouth.
Jesse’s hand works overtime on his cock to the time of your thrusts and barely five seconds in, he’s cumming all over his furry belly. Yet, he slurs a beg for more. “My ass ain’t sore yet, Boss.”
More on the sub!Yandere. I think Hanzo would probably want a tattoo on somewhere visible with his SO's name. Jesse would probably go for something like a collar maybe? I dig this a lot.
Dude. Sub-yandere!Hanzo? He’s getting a full sleeve dedicated to you (more if you wished it). With your name and birthdate in pretty kanji. Hell, maybe even your blood type. Along with nice images, scenery, colors that represent who you are and your favorite things, and anything else that you felt he should get, even if it’s just because the image tickles your fancy, and for no other reason than you said so. You told him you wanted him to have it, so he got it. Whatever it takes to keep you happy and keep you loving him.
Jesse’d definitely look good in a collar. They both would, but I digress. Maybe something a little more subtle like a silver chain looped one. Or a leather one. Then again you could be not-so-subtle. And to test him you could ask him to wear one with a loop for connecting a leash (for bedroom rendezvous), and put a tag on him with the name of who he belongs to (you, of course).
You were trying to get Jesse, normally your good boy, to try your favourite flavour of pie. Strawberry and rhubarb. But he was refusing. Politely, but refusing.
"No, Ma'am."
"Jesse."
"Don't like the combination, Ma'am."
If Jesse didn't like the pie, you wouldn't have pushed him. But he hasn't tried it yet, so you pulled out his leash and collar to turn him into a better supplicant. He willingly sank to his knees while you sat on a dining chair. You kept a firm grip on the leather leash. You caressed the soft underside of the strip of leather with your thumb.
Jesse suspiciously eyed the small plate perched on your lap. A slice of pie sat on it. The normally talkative, almost rambling, man, kept his mouth firmly shut.
You huffed out of your nose. You placed the plate on the table. You opened your legs, wrapped the end of the leash around your hand to get a firmer grip, and pulled Jesse closer. You pulled until his nose was buried in the cloth covering your cunt. A daze fell over his face as he inhaled the slight scent.
"You can have that once you try a bite," you told him, giving slack on the leash for him to lean back.
He hmph'd in frustration at the condition you set. You ignored his brattiness, and cut a piece off the slice of pie with the side of the fork. You brought it down to Jesse's face. He backed away. You clucked at him.
He reluctantly opened his mouth. You poked at his lips with the end of the fork, encouraging him to open it further. He opened it enough for you to slip the piece of pie inside. Jesse closed his lips, and then you slipped the clean fork out. Jesse's face contorted as he chewed, expecting a disgusting taste to coat his tongue.
He discovered that it wasn't so bad. An unexpectedly delicious flavour. Tart and sweet. He finished the slice of pie off no problem after that. He licked his lips. You smiled, inwardly gloating.
"Good boy," you purred.
You placed the fork back on the table and tugged on the leash again.
"You still hungry, Baby?"
He nodded. "Mhm, Ma'am."
You tugged on the leash yet again, this time with your thighs parted. You slid down on the seat towards his mouth.
Jesse gave the crotch of your pants a gentle kiss before getting down to work. His teeth dragged down your clothed lips. You arched and pressed into his mouth. He was content just to work his mouth on you, it didn't matter how. You growled and roughly brushed his messy hair to one side. Feeling the need to just /touch/ him. Jesse drove you nuts with his teeth, biting gently over and over, while you kept your intense gaze locked with his.
"You better not stop," you warned.
Jesse lowered his gaze in deference and concentrated on his work. He pulled on the fabric teeth. You cried out softly, pressing open your thighs further. You relaxed back to enjoy the pleasure pooling in your clit. He licked up your clothed cunt, keeping his tongue taught and strong.
He stopped. Your eyes snapped open to search for the reason why.
"Do you want more, Ma'am?" Jesse asked.
"Oh, yes," you moaned.
You let, allowed, Jesse to pull your legs up, your hips closer to him, and your pants and panties up.
Jesse buried his nose between your legs and incredibly slowly, tenderly dragged his teeth down your lips again, this time with nothing protecting your skin.
"Fuck, Jesse," you breathed.
You wiggled your hips against his teasing touches.
"Please, Ma'am," Jesse pled, wanting you to keep still.
"Then get to it, Jesse!"
He could only reach the bottom of your lips properly with his mouth, so he sucked on those. Your thighs strained against your pants, trying to open more, to get more of Jesse's lovely, warm mouth. He alternated between sucking your lips and licking up your slit.
You hummed, growling praises at him. Encouraging him to keep going. Telling him that if you came on his tongue, you might consider that he could stand up on his knees and push his dick inside you.
Jesse went full on licking at your slit after your words. The hot, slick muscle sliding up your quivering entrance. Penetrating inside. Flicking at the bottom of your blood-swollen lips. You let yourself cum on his tongue. He wiggled and dragged the wet muscle up your slit as you gushed.
You sank further down in the chair, limbs dangling. You sighed happily. Jesse was so good at this.
Oooooh man I'm actually really feeling softdom!Young! Hanzo bullying older McCree??? Like Hanzo all proper and polite, and McCree totally overwhelmed and spoiled by this young prince? Maybe it steps a little bit into HardDom territory, with Hanzo teasing/edging McCree, who's totally beholden to this vision of youthful beauty... maybe even Hanzo deigning to touch McCree's cock with his impossibly delicate feet... if you're feeling it, that is. If not, then that's ok too! :)
Hanzo likes it when Mr. McCree takes him out to dinner, though not for the reason most people might assume. He enjoys the free food and company well enough, but his real enjoyment came from the needy, hopeful looks Mr. McCree shot him, and the knowing little glances they got from all around the tables. Those glances that told him the other patrons thought they knew exactly what was up: Hanzo being young and pretty and going to be fucked on Mr. McCree’s big cock sooner rather than later after the dinner.
He thinks it’s amusing that they think like that when both of them knew how the evening would really go.
“Sit down,” Hanzo orders him as soon as they step into Mr. McCree’s expensive apartment. His big hands flutter helplessly around Hanzo’s hips for a moment, obviously debating whether he should have a touch, but ultimately deciding against it. He blows out a long breath and sits in the chair Hanzo had indicated with a regal nod of his head.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Hanzo asks him mildly, playing with his tie and slowly loosening the tight, perfect knot. Mr. McCree’s head tilts back, showing him his throat. He swallows hard and nods, watching the gape of Hanzo’s shirt.
Hanzo, noticing his distraction, smirks and stands up. He sheds the garment and cups a pec with one hand. Watches how Mr. McCree’s eyes bug out and his cheeks get ruddy red beneath his beard.
“Did you like ogling me tonight?” he continues.
“You’re way too pretty,” McCree agrees with a groan. He lifts his hands and drags them across his face. He looks like a man with an addiction, and Hanzo enjoys that very much.
“Open your pants. Show me your cock.”
Mr. McCree lets out a long, whistling breath through his nose. His hands are shaking as he fumbles with his pants, hectic as a young teen as he fishes inside his boxers and doesn’t manage to pull his cock out for the longest time.
When he finally does manage to wrestle it free from the wet fabric, he grunts in elation, slumping back, large barrel chest heaving as he presents Hanzo with the fat dick; ruddy red and with bulging veins. Not a pretty cock but so very, very tempting.
Hanzo’s mouth waters at the sight; the way Mr. McCree’s large fingers play unselfconsciously with the foreskin; pulling it back and displaying the shiny fat tip to Hanzo’s dark, intent gaze.
“You know what they think?” Hanzo murmurs as he slips out of his boots and leans down to pull off his socks. “They think I’m drooling on your cock right now. That you fuck my throat with that big, fat dick of yours.”
It is crude, and not his preferred way to talk, but he’s found out early how very much Mr. McCree likes it when he’s being lewd. Like now as he groans and tightens his fingers in a ring just beneath the swollen glans; milking a few drops from the slit.
“You like it that they think that way,” Hanzo states, rucking up his pant leg and lifting his foot; so smooth and unblemished looking next to McCree’s dark red dick.
It feels hot against the sole of his foot as he presses it up against McCree’s clothed belly. He allows himself a smirk as the older man immediately snatches his hand away; letting him play with his cock however he likes.
He is chuffing away like a steam engine, hands clawing at the armrests of his chair. His chin is on his chest, staring down at Hanzo’s toes curling and uncurling against the swollen head.
“If only they knew,” Hanzo murmurs, straightening his slim ankle to press the ball of his foot more firmly against McCree’s shaft. “That you pay me to be mean to you...”
@blerd-lines Can't wait until you update us on that short Genji drabble where the reader takes McCree to bed in front of him.
Mentioned Genji drabble here
I’m a bit tired today so I haven’t had anything written. Here’s one that I’ve been holding onto for a while.
"You sure Genji won't be angry?" Jesse asks you carefully, watching the back of your head as you place your ID on the reader.
"As a matter of fact, he will be hopping mad," you murmur with a sly smile. But you turn around and smooth down his collar. "He knows, don't worry. He was the one who confided in me that he wants to watch."
"As we have sex?" That charming grin widens.
Yours turns sharp. "No. As I ruin you and leave him salivating for my touch."
Jesse gulps, a blush spreading across his cheeks ever so cutely, but he doesn't look intimidated or scared. In fact, his pupils are blown wide, a bulge starting to tent in his pants, and he licks his lips hungrily. "Deal."
"Master?" Genji sits up from where he's lounging against the pillows, looking just as you left him. Although now he's drooled a nice bit of precum over his belly, his hard cock still erect. His face brightens when he sees McCree behind you, that wide grin turning predatory as he turns onto his front and purrs as he crawls across the bed. "Oh, Master, you spoil me."
But as he reaches the edge of the bed, leash dangling off the side, you stop him with a finger on his nose. "Oh, baby, I'm not trying to spoil you. I'm trying to punish you."
Rather than be disappointed, Genji bites his lip instead and smirks. "I have been a bad boy, Master."
Behind you, Jesse can't quite believe what he's seeing and hearing. It's one thing to be told about your bedroom shenanigans, by the green and black haired ninja no less, but it's another to be witnessing it altogether. He's tempted to join in the banter, but with him standing at your back like a bodyguard, instinct makes him hold his tongue. Something tells him he'll be grovelling for your mercy like Genji if he quipped anything inappropriate.
Speaking of grovelling...
"Oh, Master, I'll do anything if you let me participate!" Genji wails as you drag him over to his punishment chair, though the wide grin on his scarred face belies his excitement. "Master, please don't!" He giggles as you manhandle him into the chair and sit on his lap so he'll stay still. Genji likes to wriggle and squirm but he'll never buck you off. Using that to your advantage, you attach the cuffs on the arms of the chair and the chest and thigh straps. The more you buckle shut, the more he moans and bucks his hips, doing his best to rut into the vee of your legs. "Master, please~"
"Bad boys don't get rewards, baby," you simper and retreat off his lap to get his ankles. And once those were finally done you step back, admiring your handiwork - a flushed, grinning Genji whose bare cock is flexing with the beat of his heart. Oh he's so ready, if you touch him just a few moments longer he'll be begging you to let him cum. Not tonight though. Not tonight. Tonight, you will make him pay for how much he's been irritating and infuriating you today. "Bad boys only get to watch."
Genji bucks his hips and bites his lip again. "You say that as though it's a bad thing, Master."
"Compared to getting your cock in me and getting fucked by Jesse? Yes, I'd say it's a bad thing," you purr and turn around to saunter over to Jesse, who still stands stock still behind you, his huge frame blocking out the light ever so slightly. As used to Genji as you are, small frame to lithe frame, having McCree's hulking form in front of you is exciting.
"Undress me."
"Yes, boss," Jesse falls into character easily, helping you out of your clothes gently and kneeling down so he can drag your pants off you. Almost too easily. This might be something he'll think through later, but for now, he's too busy enjoying the feel of your hand in his hair, removing his hat to place it gently to the side. He's never had someone touch him so lovingly before, had someone finger through his beard and moustache so possessively yet so lovingly. He can see why Genji refuses to leave you.
Once you're completely bare, you spin around and sit on Genji's lap, ignoring the eager erection pressing into your butt, crossing your legs and lounging as though you were seated on your throne instead of your horny slave. "Your turn to strip, cowboy. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?"
Jesse reaches up and unbuttons his shirt efficiently, not bothering with seduction when he can clearly tell both you and Genji are raring to go. "Sweetheart, you can call me anything as long as it makes you smile."
"Cowboy then. You can call me boss."
"Boss," McCree moans and hurries to get out of his chaps and trousers, stumbling over his boots and actually managing to topple over. He lands with a grunt, smiling and rubbing the back of his head as you and Genji fight to suppress your dual grins. It's reassuring to see that neither of you minds the blunder and vice versa on your end. McCree takes the opportunity to shuck off the rest of the clothes on his body, but grabs his hat and pops it on his head.
Then, like something straight out of a strip show, he crawls towards you, back arched and shoulders rounded and his eyes smouldering up at you from under the brim of his hat. You straighten up and so does Genji, both of you mesmerised by the view that Jesse McCree, dreamy cowboy come to life, poses.
He crawls sensually up to your knees, dips his head so he can start at your ankles, kissing and licking his way up. Occasionally he lets his fingers roam past your legs, teasing Genji's legs as he keeps his eyes on you, coaxing your legs open and brushing his thicker beard over your skin.
"How are we doing, Genji?" You reach back and fondle his cock.
Your ninja groans and drops his chin on your shoulder, eyes locked on McCree slowly making his way to your inner thighs. "Nnngh, this is torture, Master. I love it."
"Good," you purr, your hand leaving Genji's aching cock to put both hands in McCree's hair. "How're you doing, cowboy?"
Jesse takes a break from inhaling your musk and looks up at you with a drugged gaze. "Dang good, boss. God dang good."
Oh! Who would you recommend has the best mouth? Feeling quite tired from work and really rather not do too much.
The best mouth? Well, it’s hard to pick the best but here are a few front runners~
For the boys, we have McCree and Gabe.
McCree’s got an oral fixation, puts everything in his mouth to explore it like some dog, but that’s a good thing because he knows exactly how to use his mouth and tongue to give you the most pleasure. He has a party trick where he can tie a double knot on a cherry stem, so imagine him using all that talent on you with his hands tied behind his back.
Gabriel’s a bit of a rougher lover, but it’s because of his beard rather than his technique. He’s got a refined tongue, shall we say, very clean head game that can get you cumming in no time flat. You’d be hard-pressed to push him away after your first though, he just looks so good between your thighs and his bearded face pressed into the crux of your legs.
For my girls, Sombra and Fareeha pull ahead of the others.
Sombra is a greedy little slut when she gets to use her mouth, dirty and sloppy and very growly. Her game might not be clean, but god is she so enthusiastic that you won’t care. She will encourage you to squeeze her head when you cum, she loves feeling squeezed so tightly that she might suffocate. Prepare for claw marks down your legs too, though.
Fareeha is a bit blunter than the others. She doesn’t tease, she doesn't beat around the bush, she goes straight for your tender spots and keeps at it until you pull the hair off her head or until her tongue goes numb. One or the other. She’s the hardest to dislodge from you out of all of them though, that single-mindedness is a boon and a curse at the same time.
Id like to request a night with Genji and McCree please? I'd also like to know what their favorite toys are so I can tease them most effectively. Also is it possible I could have them tease each other? I love it when slaves put on a show.
Oh, the naughty boy trio! Jack, go see if you can find Genji. McCree should be in his room, but Genji is a little harder to find. Well, while he goes and hunts down our elusive ninja, come over here for a bit.
Right, their favourite toys. Let me just open up this closet here...ah-hah! Okay, favourite toys. See this little strap in here? It’s basically a strap on, but one end goes inside a hole so it can be held in place. Just put this in one of the boys and let them fuck the other and you’ve got one hell of a show. Plus both of them will be whining that they can’t use their cocks, but this strap in has been specially made to hit p-spots, so they won’t be talking for too long.
And these are vibrating cock rings. Not ones that go on the base of their cock and under their balls; these ones are frenulum rings. Basically pop them on their cocks just under their heads, making sure this vibrating bit is on the underside where they’re most sensitive. With this on, you don’t even need to jerk them off to make them cum. Add this to the strap in and I’ll be glad for the soundproofing.
Lastly, they’re enthusiastic about teasing each other. They’re also very competitive, so pitting them against each other is a fun show to watch. Stripping, lap dancing, choking the other on their cock, all that and more. Genji gets sluttier the more you degrade him, which McCree will no doubt be happy to be involved in. McCree gets sluttier the more he hears moaning and groaning, plus if he’s filthy with cum and saliva he gets even sluttier.
Looks like Jack’s not back yet, so I’ll let you go on to see McCree first since you’ll be playing in his room. Take these with you, too. They have their individual safewords but they’ll let you know if they want a singular safeword. Condoms and lube are available in their room as well as rope and other dungeon furniture that you should need.
Off you go, dear. I’ll see you whenever you leave.
Hi! I'd like to request a night with McCree. I just love me a cowboy. Especially that cowboy. His voice alone makes me bite my lip. Thank you in advance!
As do I, friend! As do I. Now, while Jack goes and gets McCree ready, I’ll just do a little brief.
You like his voice, you say? You’re in luck today, he’s in a chatty mood so you’re going to get a lot out of him. Just say the word and he won’t shut up the whole night. Though, if I may make a suggestion, a game that he likes to play is for him to recite a poem while you tease the sanity out of him. Said poem is a Lord Byron one, She Walks in Beauty. He’s probably said it so often it’s burned in his brain, so if he messes up, it’s because you’re distracting him beyond measure. Imagine his voice breaking and going haywire.
Now, while he’s all good to dirty talk you all day and all night, you might need to keep him on track. He’s prone to trailing off if you let him get near you or touch you, so you’ll need to remind him every now and then to keep talking. That velvety voice turning gravelly is quite addictive to hear though, so I don’t blame you if you let him moan and groan his way throughout the night.
There’s Jack’s thumbs up. You’re good to go! Also, don’t worry about making too much noise, the room’s soundproof and I’ve got some throat remedies in case he, or you, are hoarse tomorrow. See you around~
