3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

Hanzo/McCree (+mentions of Hanzo/Genji) – ABO; old Omega!Hanzo (Okami skin); young alpha!McCree + Genji; lactation kink; breeding kink

There is no denying that Hanzo has a thing for young Alphas. He thinks they are cute; wide shoulders and big hands and meaty cocks and no idea how to properly work any of it.

Genji is better about it; thinking first about Hanzo’s need before wondering how to quickly enough get his dick inside that warm, well-used hole, and he will teach McCree to be good, as well.

He is eager, at least. Wants to please – even if he sometimes forgets his own strength when his cock is blood heavy and so very ready to shoot off at the very mention of a ripe Omega cunt.

The first time he’s pushed Hanzo down to the floor and rabbit fucked against the apex of his thighs, coming quick and messy and whining the whole way through. Now, after some training, he’s become better about it.

A rough fist in the hair at the back of his head usually does the trick to make him slow down, mouth open to pant in the delicious pheromones of the old, ripe Omega below him. He whines and sounds heartbreakingly forlorn even with his big paws still on Hanzo’s tits.

“Easy,” Hanzo scolds, his nipples throbbing at the rough treatment of McCree’s palms dragging across them. “You’ll never coax an Omega to give you milk like this.”

Jesse flushes but he takes the rebuke in stride. He has become surprisingly docile under Hanzo’s leadership. Where just a few months ago he’s been crude and trying to mount and breed at the drop of a hat, he now seems to possess unending reserves of patience.

Secretly, Hanzo thinks of his two young Alphas as his rescue dogs. They just needed a bit of proper working and a steady hand.

He spreads his thighs farther, lets Jesse cuddle in closer against the V of his hips and scratches sharp fingernails down his spine because he knows the Alpha likes it.

His cock is a hot, hard line against the crease of Hanzo’s thigh, but that is alright as long as he only uses it when and how Hanzo sees fit.

For today, Jesse is allowed to play with his tits and figure out how to massage the creamy milk out of them. Hanzo settles back against the many pillows he used to build his nest and watches Jesse’s scrunched up face with half-closed eyes.

Finally, he starts moving again, big hands gentling down and cupping the swell of Hanzo’s chest, thumbs dragging across the plump teats. For now he’s only managed to get the tips of his fingers wet, but it is enough to keep him interested in the task; Hanzo can see his nostrils flaring as he scents the air.

He’s so very animalistic still. Older than Genji but so much rougher around the edges still. So much to learn after a lifetime of running with the wrong crowd, thinking Omegas are just warm little holes to be pulled on his big, fat cock.

Maybe he’ll sit on him, later, he muses, playing with a strand of long grey hair that he curls around his finger again and again. Jesse always gets flustered when he’s put on his back and made to submit.

Hanzo wonders how he’d take to being trained for cock. Genji had learned to love getting mounted by his older Omega brother, but as patient and good-natured Jesse has become, Hanzo wonders if he’d let him explore that hairy virginal hole he’s hiding from everyone so jealously.

Maybe he’ll let him watch as he breeds Genji. Let him ‘accidentally’ stumble across it so he can watch from the hallway as their Omega master is mounted up and holds an Alpha down by the scruff of his neck, fucking into his needy little cunt with practiced ease.

He thinks it he would enjoy training Jesse like that.

He purrs when the Alpha finally leans down to start and kitten lick at his tits, coaxing more milk from him as he closes his lips around the areola and starts to suck with little grunting sounds in the back of his throat.

Hanzo lets his head fall back against the pillows, arching his back towards him. He loves how eager and teachable young Alphas are.

Genyatta for my bae

@robotfvckers asked be for Alpha!Genji getting edged by Omega!Zenyatta and I could never refuse her Q.Q

When Genji had entered the club, he’d been surrounded by a gaggle of Omegas, crowding tightly around him and making him pleasantly dizzy with their sweet, perfume-like pheromones.

When he left a few hours later, he was only accompanied by one Omega that he’s met at the club itself: an intriguing slim young man with a plump little mouth and beautiful, dark eyes.

There’s something about the way he smiles that makes Genji’s heart pump faster – a gentle upturn of the corners of his mouth; gentle, calm. Docile. Watching Genji with patience and an irrefutable air of superiority that is as amusing as it is curious.

“Where do you want to take this, beautiful?” he’d purred, finger curled beneath the Omega’s smooth chin. Not even the shadow of a beard. The Omega hadn’t pulled away; let himself get gently caged against a wall, his slim chest rising and falling slow and even against Genji.

“My place.”

Genji has to admit – if only to himself – that the decision had surprised and maybe a bit unnerved him. This wasn’t how things usually went, but he’s a good sport about it. Some Omegas were just skittish like that. Wanted familiar surroundings when they got mounted and deep dicked by a prime Alpha specimen like him.

The Omega’s living arrangements are simple and small, but they smell like he’s been rubbing his pretty body all over the place, scenting it until Genji’s cock sits up at attention just by walking into the space.

He can’t see much – it is pretty dark – but that’s not of importance when he can push the young man against a wall and grind at his ass; small and round and as plump as his lips.

The Omega arches mildly. Pushes into the contact. And when Genji’s hand slips beneath his sensible little shirt, big hand cupping the smooth, soft plane of his lower abdomen, he suddenly murmurs: “What’s your name, stranger?”

Genji pauses with his chin on the Omega’s shoulder, warm breath puffing against his ear. His cock is hard; the head becoming wet as it pushes out from beneath the elastic of his underwear, and this time when he grinds forward, there is a long, gratuitous glide of his cock along the cleft of the Omega’s ass.

He shuffles his feet farther apart, the edge of his hand digging into the Omega’s skin just above his crotch, urging him to slide his ass bag farther; to lower his upper body more. To give him more play to fuck against his ass.

The Omega grunts softly – a sound that makes his cock even wetter at the tip – but does not follow along with the gentle urging.

“Your name,” he says a bit breathily, and Genji starts chewing at the collar of the Omega’s shirt because that’s the only option to testing them out on that gorgeous, brown neck.

“Genji…” he murmurs, and the Omega stretches at that, then turns around – taking his pretty little ass away from Genji who frowns, big hands falling on his hips to pull him at least closer for a kiss.

The Omega’s hand slips up, fingers pressing against Genji’s mouth to keep their lips apart, then says serenely: “My name is Zenyatta.”

He looks expectantly at Genji, and Genji stares back dumbfounded, cock so very hard for this peculiar Omega. Zenyatta.

“O… okay,” he finally gets out, and Zenyatta smiles his enigmatic little smile, then reaches down unexpectedly and cups Genji through his pants. His long fingers curl down and around his balls, the heel of his hand pressing gentle but firm against that tender place where Genji’s knot would swell.

He grunts, pushes into the touch, tears springing to his eyes when that makes the pressure against his burgeoning knot a bit too sharp for comfort.

“I would like to play with you, Genji,” Zenyatta tells him. His voice is hypnotic; deeper than Genji would have assumed for such a slim fellow, but as smooth as everything else on the Omega. On Zenyatta.

His name is Zenyatta.

“Yeah… Hell yeah,” he murmurs against the fingers still pressed to his mouth and quickly ducks away from them to press little coaxing kisses against Zenyatta’s plush lips. Zenyatta hums and lets him, then uses the just-this-side-of-kind pressure against his knot to push him a bit farther away again.

“Would you allow me to tie you? I think that could be… very pleasurable for the both of us.”

Genji blinks at him, staring at those dark eyes; their slant making Zenyatta look like just about the sweetest Omega Genji has ever met – then the request really registers and a slow grin spreads on his face, fingers curling beneath Zenyatta’s chin, gently scratching the silky skin there.

“Oh babe,” he purrs deep in is chest; an Alpha trying to soothe a skittish Omega. “You’re a bit shy, hm? Don’t worry. I wouldn’t harm a single hair on your body.”

Zenyatta, being bald, lifts his eyebrows and keeps smiling at him – though this time it looks decidedly more amused by Genji.

“Is that so?”

He guides Genji backwards until the Alpha can feel something hit the back of his knees. He sits on the chair and has to look up at the Omega who drags gentle fingers across his cheek, then through his thick hair, grabbing at it.

“Would you like to play?”

Genji’s cock pulses, the tip wetting against his quivering, tight stomach.

“Everything for you, precious. Just make yourself comfortable.”

“MMhh I will.”

.o.

Zenyatta’s ropes are soft but unforgiving, and no matter how much Genji rips on them, muscles bulging and weight thrown around in the throes of passion, they do not let him escape any of Zenyatta’s ministrations.

The Omega is taking his time working him up, and he feels like sooner or later the tears of overstimulation pricking at the corners of his eyes will fall.

His chest is heaving, burning like he’s run too much, and all he can do is stare down at the devious little Omega kneeling between his spread thighs and playing with his cock.

Zenyatta is glancing up at him while he drags his slick little tongue along the painfully swollen knot he’s coaxed out of Genji some half an hour ago. He still can’t fucking believe it happened in the first place.

He’s never knotted outside of a toy or a warm, squirmy Omega, and feeling it out in the open is alien and a bit scary.

He’s also never knotted without coming a few seconds later, but Zenyatta’s gentle, cruel hands have taken care of that as well.

One hand is constantly curled around his balls; for now gently cradling the sac, thumb idly stroking across the warm, silky skin, but ready to become mean if his orgasm is fast approaching and he can’t hold himself back.

Zenyatta’s pupils are blown wide. He looks drunk on the Alpha’s scent – the only concession to Genji’s pride as he proceeded to nuzzle through the thick, groomed pubes the second he’s gotten Genji’s pants down.

As Genji watches, his other hand slides over. Curls around his knot gently – and Genji gasps in a mighty, wet gulp of air.

“N-No…” he murmurs, knowing full well what is going to come (not him) but still lifting his hips as much into the touch as the ropes allow.

Zenyatta leans his head against one thick, muscular thigh, trembling like a skittish colt’s.

“Do you want me to untie you?” he asks earnestly with that deep, gentle voice, and Genji contorts his face, chest so very tight as everything in him is so very confused and turned on.

He wants to push Zenyatta down; mount him like he’s done with countless other Omegas. It is weird to be at his mercy. A bit scary.

But also very hot.

“No…” he admits after a beat of silence and Zenyatta gives him another of those enigmatic little smiles, his cheeks dark with a flush. Not unaffected. Not by a long shot. Genji can smell his desperate arousal, floral and spicy, but he can’t do a thing about it.

Zenyatta’s hand closes around his knot. It is wet with lubricant, warm and soft, and Genji whines long and drawn out, head falling back into his neck, sweat springing up along his hairline and under his arms.

God, but it feels like a warm little Omega cunt like this. He whimpers, hips fucking up in forceful half-thrusts, the rest of his cock so very cool compared to the tight grip on his knot – and then every touch suddenly leaves him: not only the warm, consistent pressure against his knot, but also the clever fingers on his balls, leaving him to desperately, painfully scramble back from the edge of orgasm.

He whines, chest pumping, heart thumping quick enough that he thinks he might be on the verge of a heart attack.

His cock is so sensitive.

Even the air hurts.

“You’re doing well” Zenyatta’s gentle voice floats to him from somewhere. “You’re learning quickly.”

Genji stares numbly at the ceiling, still trying to come to terms that he made himself come back from orgasm, when he hears the gentle scratch of a zipper. Seconds later, the warm scent of Zenyatta’s arousal curls around his nose and makes his mouth water on command.

His cock jerks so hard it hurts, and for a breathless second he thinks he might come just from the thick scent of slick. Thick enough that he can taste it in the back of his mouth.

And then Zenyatta is in his lap, not even goddamn naked, just with his pants pulled down far enough to give Genji a good look at his long, slim cock as he grinds his ass against the Alpha’s cock, getting his sticky slick everywhere.

Drenching Genji’s poor dick in it.

“God, yes,” Genji gasps, head falling back. “Finally. Fuck. Took you long enough. C’mon baby, let me feel that sweet little snatch of yours…”

Zenyatta leans forward, plump little mouth at Genji’s throat. He is grinning – grinning, the little minx, and testing his white little teeth against the Alpha’s skin, making his blood boil as he lowers himself. Just a bit. Just enough to have the tip of Genji’s dick warm and secure in the silky buttery-soft space he’s been withholding the whole time.

They groan in unison and Genji feels like he’s about to pop an artery when Zenyatta sighs with a dreamy sort of serenity: “You feel very good.”

“The rest of me would feel even better, baby,” he says through grit teeth, belly fluttering as he tries to somehow breathe through the immense pleasure when Zenyatta bears down on the pulsing tip of his poor dick and hums.

“I like it just like this, though. You won’t get me messy, will you?”

Zenyatta leans up, then, his dark eyes on Genji’s sweat drenched face. Genji is sure he must look terribly unappealing right now, but the Omega does not seem to mind. All he does is stroke reverent slim hands along Genji’s slick, hard chest, thumbs at his nipples; dragging across them until Genji arches helplessly, a whine stuck in his throat.

Zenyatta follows the movement, not letting the Alpha fuck deeper into him – and when Genji gurgles something incoherent, he pulls off entirely and rubs his smooth cheek against Genji’s.

“Calm, now. Calm.”

Genji sobs openly as he claws his way back from the brink of orgasm again. He is sure his cock must be a violent shade of dark red by now. His balls feel big as fucking grapefruits and painfully tender.

Zenyatta is calm and blessedly cool on him, and Genji wishes he’d at the very least gotten naked so he could ogle him some.

The Omega trills gently at him, placating him somewhat as he lowers himself again and lets the pulsing, dribbling tip of his cock slip back into that warm, soft space.

“If you can manage to hold off until I give you the permission,” he whispers, mouth directly against Genji’s ear, “I’ll let you pump everything over my crotch.”

Genji clenches his eyes shut, a single pathetic tear rolling down into he hair at his temple as he lets his head fall back, arms fruitlessly struggling against the ropes – then he slumps, his agitation making place for a weird sort of calm as he rides the antsy waves of orgasm looming just there.

He nods, and sniffles, and Zenyatta’s cool, calm hands flutter along his face and shoulders and torso; rubbing and petting and gentling him down.

“Wonderful. You are such a good student.”

kinkyhanzo:

orisa-hates-shimadacest:

concept : omega H.anzo getting his p*ssy ate by alpha G.enji

*cracks knuckles* ur in luck my friend (behind a cut because it got long but pls enjoy)

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Heat hurts, Hanzo learns that quickly. The first time was the worst, his father had locked him in his room with only himself and his fingers to try and sate that biological, unquenchable thirst. He’d sobbed and cried into the sheets, twisting desperately and wishing for something, anything to ease the deep throbbing between his thighs. That had been a nightmare which haunted him to this day. He’d been young then, and Genji younger still. Hanzo had known, for all that he was –the first born, the shimada heir– that his presenting as omega had displeased his father enough to punish him in such a cruel manner.

Sojiro still tries to shut him away in his room, like he’s the family embarrassment for being this way, for not being able to control the way his scent flares up and slick drips between his legs the moment his heat strikes. Hanzo doesn’t even try to talk about it with him anymore, at least, not since Genji presented.

They’re family, Hanzo remembers Sojiro telling them, so they shouldn’t be affected by each other. The thought makes Hanzo want to laugh, remembering all of Genji’s furtive glances at him in the days after his heats, when he knows he still smells like sex and omega pheromones. Eventually they stop skirting around it, one night when Hanzo is tossing on his futon, four fingers buried deep in his cunt, face shoved into one of Genji’s t-shirts. It’s something that fills him with so much shame, but Genji smells like alpha, like home, and it makes the worst of his heat sickness easier to deal with.

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Bro. My dear. Please write something about the Alpha-Omega Shimada bros by that anon…a switch flipped, I can’t turn it off. OTL

yooo ❤ darkness ahead 😀 dem poor shimada brooooos :O (aw hell yah)

tw: shimadacest

The door opens and Hanzo scrabbles to get out. His gut is burning up, limbs feeling like they don’t belong to him. He’s never felt anything like it and he fears he’s going to die. He doesn’t want to die in a little closet behind his father’s office.

It’s hard to see anything after the darkness of his tight confines – he blindly crawls towards the light and the commotion. He can hear Genji screaming abuse and the grunts of men fighting. Someone kicks Hanzo’s shoulder hard. He whines, the pain amplified by his heat – everything feels so much.

His hips hunch; then push back against the floor into lordosis. His hakama are wet and clinging, shoulder throbbing from the kick. He’s going to die. He’s going to burn up from the inside.

And then – a heavy weight falling onto him and the sound of the door being locked down again.

Genji floods his senses; his smell – hormones flying from his agitation; his voice – screaming indignantly, fists pounding against the door of the closet.

Hanzo whines and Genji freezes.

–

They are as far away from one another as possible. Their toes are still touching, and Hanzo wants to cry his eyes out. Genji has been deathly silent for a while; only his breathing getting continually louder. A soft, wheezing panting on the edge of a panic attack.

Hanzo’s hand crawls forward until he feels his little brother’s fingers. His skin feels clammy and blessedly cool. Hanzo wants to press Genji’s hand against his sweating brow; wants to curl against his chest.

–

It feels like an eternity for the two young men but it couldn’t be more than half an hour until Genji is pulling Hanzo close, sweaty hand shoving down his pants, fingers sliding through a ridiculous amount of slick.

They’re feverish; out of their minds with lust. When Hanzo feels Genji’s fingers press against the loose, swollen muscle – ready for mounting and knotting and breeding – Hanzo keens pathetically, cock jerking in the tangle of his clothes.

Genji croons at him – the primal Alpha need to calm him down. Get him comfortable. Make him forget they were locked in a small closet during Hanzo’s first heat because of their father’s kneejerk reaction to his oldest son’s gender.

“Pretty omega,” Genji coos, fingers pumping in with wet, squelching sounds, nose pressing beneath his brother’s ear. “Just calm down. Just calm down. I know what you need. Going to give it to you. Just like all those other pretty little omegas. I know what you need…”

He will mount his brother. Make Hanzo turn around and get him to present for his own flesh and blood, forehead bumping against the wall, breath fast and whimpering in the thick, bad air of the closet.

He’ll drive in deep on the first thrust. Hanzo feels ready for it. More than ready. He’s so ripe; sucking him in, fingers squelching in the slick he’s producing.

“’M gonna breed you up so well,” he promises in a soft whisper, licking the back of his brother’s neck. He can taste the salt of his sweat and feel the fever roll off of him in waves. He feels drunk; everything is spinning in the darkness and he lists to the side before he manages to get an arm out and brace himself against the door of the closet.

The Omega before him is shivering, tilting his ass up; begging for it with the sweetest little music.

Genji couldn’t say whether he still knew who Hanzo was when he finally pushed in and rutted deep.