“Don’t be shy now. Let me see your sweet little peach. That’s it… that’s the ticket… swing your leg over here and we can get a start on this…”

McCree’s big hand gently curves around D.Va’s knee and helps her lift her leg and straddle him. She grunts softly, the stretch opening her up for his perusal – Jesse’s chest simply too wide for any modesty.

She freezes with her mouth centimeters from his dick, hand curled around the base, feeling how warm it was there – the pubes thick and unkempt and everything smelling mouth wateringly male.

D.Va glances back but she can’t much see past her thigh without twisting around much. She doesn’t need to see his face to know what he is thinking, though. McCree is considerate that way: he makes no secret out of his admiration, rumbling low and content as his huge hands – one warm, one warming up – cup her meager ass and pull it even farther apart, watching her clench down in reacting to the cold and the embarrassing stare.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. One hand leaves her. She hears him slurp messily and her cunt pulses in sympathy; growing warm and eager even before his spit wet fingers touch her anus and round it once, twice, just to feel the soft, wrinkled skin, then gliding down to spread the plump, furry lips of her cunt, scrutinizing the candy pink insides.

“That’s goddamn gorgeous,” she can hear him mumble indistinct. D.Va groans, upper body angling down, her small hard tits pressing against McCree’s soft abdomen as she lies her head down on his pelvis, nose buried in the thick nest of his pubes. She’s barely realizing she is cupping his cock against her cheek, feeling the lazily pulsing veins; how soft and delicate the skin is there.

It is hard to focus on anything when McCree is exploring her, sliding down and rounding her clit, tapping against it once or twice and muttering to himself before sliding back up and dipping the wide tip of a blunt finger into her; feeling how hot she is for him inside. How silky and slick already.

She hunches her hips down, tries to get more of him, entice him to fuck into that sweet little space she offers him up, but he just hums and shifts minimally, getting more comfortable on the bed as his thumbs spread her labia open, the gaze of his warm brown eyes heavy as he just watches her again. He seems to enjoy that a lot.

It is only then that she remembers to take care of him, too; her mouth generously wet as she finally starts kissing and nuzzling, servicing him with her whole goddamn face because she can’t decide what she loves more – to feel the fat, ruddy cock rub against her soft cheeks or to taste it on her tongue, sharp and salty.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he sighs behind her, his strong legs shifting apart, wide hips lifting exactly once to dip the very tip into her wet mouth, then settling down to let her ‘do her thing’ as he murmurs. It sounds a little more indistinct; like he’s put one of his cigars in his mouth, and the thought makes her inexplicably hotter: Jesse lying back and smoking lazily while fondling her, his big fingers sliding in, stretching her wide, only giving her a small taste of what it would be like to finally get his cock that is pulsing slow in her clutching, strangling hands.

She tongues at his foreskin, dips beneath it to taste that warm, silky space between it and the blunt, dark glans; her eyes going out of focus the longer she plays with him. She feels nearly trance like… like a kitten allowed to play with the big, lazy lion, and she loves every second of it.

He hums low and continuous, as if he knows how much she loves his voice; to feel it thrum up the knees clenched around his wide ribcage and shivering up towards her exposed cunt. Maybe he does know. Maybe he’s had his fair share of girls and boys in bed that go slack jawed when he talks, whose cunts and cocks pulse needily just for that low, warm baritone alone.

D.Va feels strangely excited at that thought. At being one in a long string of exploits. She think she can do whatever she want; can drool all over his dick eager and greedy and still not put out at the end of the day, and he will just accept it. Just shrug his shoulders and jerk off slow and lazy, knowing there’ll be another to take care of it on another day.

There’s no rush in anything McCree does. He is calm in a way that is stupidly attractive to her. He is calm like Zenyatta – but in a different way.

She is kissing the wet, sticky tip when he finally slides one broad finger in; and she is suckling on the glans – her mouth already filled so well – when he slips in the second one, hooking and pressing down while the ball of his metal hand cups her soft belly and presses up just above her pubic bone-

and D.Va groans sudden and loud, the sound exploding out of her just as unexpected as the warm blooming in her abdomen and spreading through her legs, getting everything loose and warm until she can’t tell if she’s even kneeling anymore or just slipped down warm and content.

McCree just laughs at her, his fingers moving slow, sliding back, then forth, pushing against her warm, spongy walls, then slipping into the same position that makes her whine this time, high – an almost squeak – as she reflexively clutches his cock with both fists, one above the other, holding on and squeezing until one of his heels kicks against the bedding and he talks, strained sounding as if he has thrown his head back.

“Easy now, sweetheart. Easy now. You like that, yeah? Why don’t you take a break and let me work. Jus’ let me show you a good time. Such a sweet little cunt. Such a tasty little peach you got…”

He’s murmuring the last things, as if talking to himself, his fingers moving, pressing against that sensitive spot that makes her eyes water. She doesn’t let go of his cock – can’t make herself not touch it; it’s big and fat and she loves his dick – but she does make herself go a little easier on it, thumbs rubbing shakily along a thick vein as she presses her forehead against his hipbone and just feels-

Feels how he shifts his metal hand until his fingers are pressing against her pudgy lower belly to stimulate her from the outside as his smooth skin warm thumb comes down to just lay atop her swollen clit.

She wonders why it took her so long to approach him. She could have had this earlier. She could have had this way earlier. This slow, systematic break down as he works her, mumbling to himself about how pretty she looks; how red and swollen everything starts looking as he works her over and makes her shake and whine.

“Think you can come for me like that?” he mumbles, the sound of his fingers fucking her cunt loud and obscene; it is positively squelching – her body so generous to get everything wet and smooth just for him while she feels like she is going out of her mind with heat; her belly tight and twisted, her nipples hard and sensitive. She is shaking, mouth open, drooling against the base of his dick that she is messily kissing out of animal reaction to the way he makes her feel good.

“Yeah you do,” he answers his own question, gently smug as he slides back in, fast and hard, fucking her in quick jabs that barely grace that good sweet perfect spot inside her and make her curl her toes in dismay because she wants that, she needs that, she… she needs… just a little more…

“Just… like… this.” 

D.Va pulls in a sharp breath when he presses down on that needy, pulsing spot and her body locks, eyes pulsating behind her clenched eyelids. She loses the last control she has over her own body. She can feel herself jerk, get oversensitive within a split second, trying to get away from McCree’s merciless fingers rubbing sharp little circles across her fat, swollen clit.

She is grunting low like an animal. She didn’t know she could even make sounds like that, her face heating, her ears throbbing with her heart beat as McCree holds her steady and keeps rubbing at her, until she can hear his low groan like an explosion, his almost frantic: “Fuck yeah, that’s it, that’s the ticked Hana, yeah damn” At the same time she can feel herself lose it even more, can feel herself squirting once, a sharp spray that she couldn’t even have hoped to stop, her body operating outside her will; showing McCree submission every way it wants.

Every way he wants.

It is only then that he finally lets her scramble away, her legs hot and shaking, her pulse racing. She can’t even feel it in her to be horrified at the wetness on his hairy chest; how it reaches up towards his thick neck and the scruffy beard.

He looks drunk, watching her intently, his big cock swaying in the cool air of the room, flexing towards his belly as she watches it move with fucked-dumb eyes.

He reaches down and curls his fist around himself; tugs once, twice; everything is so quiet as they stare at each other in the aftermath of what her body did – and then she is scrambling forward between his legs, slapping his hands away and diving for his cock, so eager, so desperate to give back what he gave her, face still hot with embarrassment but slowly going back to normal.

She could have had this months ago.