Hanzo with the saddest, shyest daddy kink is super hot. Him having huge daddy issues and just wanting a big, hirsute man to take care of him and fuck him with a big, ruddy dick while crooning at him is *kisses fingertips*

For daddy kinks I’ve always liked Gabe being a daddy for his Blackwatch boys. It’s stressful, demanding, dirty business in BW where PTSD and burnout are constant problems, so he likes to take care of them by helping them unwind. They can just let go, leave it all behind, feeling safe and protected in his care because no matter what happens in the field he’ll always be there to bring them home.

Genji’s chin is lying in Gabriel’s hand; the only thing holding him up. His dark eyes are rolled up to watch his Commander’s face, their iris only a faint, glittering red.

He looks adoring; like he is not quite in this plane of existence; and when Gabriel reaches behind him with his other big hand, playing at some vital cables tucked into the nape of his neck, Genji’s eyes nearly roll up into his head.

“What a good boy you are,” Gabriel murmurs, shifting his knees apart, planting his elbow on his thigh to have a better grip on Genji’s jaw; cradling it until he is nearly holding his throat as well.

The cyborg is dropping more of his weight onto him; letting him carry all of it while Gabriel’s fingers slowly twist the thick cable within the socket. He could cause tremendous, crippling damange if he were to pull it out now, yet Genji almost goes cross-eyed with pleasure, gurgling vaguely behind his mask. He looks close to overloading and Gabriel hasn’t played with him for more than half an hour.

“You love it when Daddy takes his time with you, hm?” he murmurs, voice low and calm, twisting a bit more sudden; a bit more harsh at the cable.

Genji twitches as if in shock, eyes tearing up.

Angela has not yet modeled him a cock, but he is still capable of orgasms.

“Maybe we should wait for your brother… have him lick your little nodes until you overload…”

He lets go of the thick cables in Genji’s neck and slides around, pressing at the release mechanisms of his mask to pull it away. Genji is damn near drooling and snotty, mouth gaping softly as he enjoys the session, scarred, muscular body lax between Gabriel’s bracketing thighs.

“But you were such a good little boy for daddy,” he coos, hand going back to playing with Genji’s vital mechanisms after putting the mask to the side; “Such a good boy killing all those bad guys… You’re daddy’s pretty weapon, aren’t you?”

Genji is groaning low and drawn out. He nods – but only to turn his head and rub his face into Gabriel’s hand. Gabriel holds him; lets him wipe his wet mouth against the ball of his thumb.

He reaches towars the delicate little vents along his ribcage and blocks them with the pad of his thumb for small seconds; pressing down and releasing just as quickly because Genji doesn’t need much like this; just someone to play with his body; to croon at him low and soothing, even if it were just nonsense words.

Maybe he would go through the backlogs later – though Gabriel doubted it much.

He jerks with every little blockade of his vents, his mechanical whine gaining in desperation; urgency.

“You wanna come before your brother comes? He can make love to you later…”

Genji grunts, body slowly going taut; electricity practically crackling around him as his body primes itself for an orgasm.

“Yeah… good boy. Come for daddy. I’m so proud of you…”

Jack was flustered as he shifted on the bed, swallowing hard as he waited for Jesse to come in on the gift he had made himself into. After Gabe told him about their adventures in bed he couldn’t help but start drooling over the idea of what paid under the younger mans damn uniform. So he took matters into his own hands, lingerie on that he had stored in his closet, and hoping Jesse was as open as Gabriel said. He hated being desperate but, he was in need of some relief.

He didn’t have to wait long, and he thought Gabriel might have had something to do with it. Maybe he’s seen the limp with which Jack had walked a few days, or he’s noticed how stiff he held his shoulders.

Either way, it is only a few minutes later that McCree strolls in and barely pauses in his wide stride, pushing the door closed behind him as he watches the Strike Commander laid out on his unmade bed.

“Well now.”

Jack shudders and closes his eyes – puts his forearm across them for good measure and angles his knees apart, the fabric of his garter combo gleaming silkily in the dim light.

“Please,” he begs and he can’t see the smirk, but he can definitely hear it as McCree drawls: “How could I say no to that?”

.o.

He notices McCree pausing for a heartbeat when he crawls close enough to see the moisture darkening the fabric of Jack’s panties, but he takes this obviously new relevation just as easily as everything else.

The man has the disposition of a farm horse and never has Jack been more thankful for it.

McCree pushes his legs apart with his wide shoulders and goes to licking slow, long drags along the slit of Morrison’s cunt, generously saturating the fabric of his dark panties with his spit before closing cheeky lips across his swollen clit to suck on it until Jack can’t help but cry out, scrabbling at McCree’s dark hair.

It hurts, but he wants more, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he angles his hips up, grinding his pussy against the lazy, rude mouth. He doesn’t realize he’s making noise, stupidly high pitched whines and near sobs, until McCree’s large hands grab his hips and press him down, his big nose dragging across the sodden fabric along the swollen labia.

“Easy now. Calm down. Everything’s gonna be alright, yeah?”

Jack grits his teeth and presses the balls of his hands against his burning eyes.

“Daddy, please,” he grunts. He feels himself flush, embarrassment curling in his belly until he feels nauseous. He knows Gabriel is playing this game with Jesse but suddenly he thinks McCree might not want to play it with him. Might not be as easy after all and get angry for Jack’s presumptions…

But then he is crawling up, huge hot body ranging above Jack, and his cock is out and dragging along his cunt, teasing with the blunt press across the panties that Jack would rip in a second if he didn’t get what he needed.

“Easy. Eaaasy. There – I got exactly whatchu want. You need a good big cock, don’tcha? Yeah. Yeah, that’s what you need. Don’t worry, I got it right here. Daddy’s got it right… here…”

Jesse has reached down to hook his fingers into the leg hole and push the panties to the side and now he grunts as he dips just the very tip of his cock into Jack’s cunt.

Jack thinks McCree might just be going cross-eyed at the feeling of the molten heat he is nudging into, but it is hard to concentrate on anything when he is getting filled slowly, slowly, no mercy and no hesitation as McCree works his sturdy hips to fuck into him deeper and deeper; every little rocking motion sliding him in a couple inches more until Jack is gritting his teeth and scrabbling at McCree’s shoulders, digging his fingers into his armor because the guy hasn’t even put off his clothes – just opened his pants and got his cock out to satisfy that special itch of the Strike Commander.

“Fuck,” McCree swears, low and heart felt, his cock so big, stretching Jack to the max and making his insides throb in a dull, delicious ache. “That’s a nice cunt. Fuck.”

Jack gnashes his teeth and arches his head back, fingers moving, frantically grabbing at McCree’s hair, then digging blunt into the back of his neck.

“More. More, please,” he rasps. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been filled so completely, so fully, so to the utter maximum what he could take – what he thought he could take. His cunt hurt and his insides throbbed. He could feel McCree’s cock flexing inside him and it makes a small, premature orgasm shiver through him and end in his curling, spasming toes.

“Daddy, please.”

“Shush, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna give it to ya. Fuck. Got such a nice. Goddamn. Cunt.”

As much as he loved it – how his daddy fucked him slowly, deeply, overwhelming him till his awareness became nothing but the cock filling him, he hated how lazy he would be. Especially when he said “how about you choose darling'” already reclining against the mass of pillows behind him.

Because Jesse knew how this would go; Hanzo crawling towards him, mouth already watering at the sight of the dark, fat cock lying in the crease of one thigh.

He’d do all the work; drooling all over it in his greed to fuck his throat, going cross-eyed with the intense presence of Jesse all around him; his large thighs bracketing him securely; his warmth almost sweltering; his scent overpowering his senses – and McCree would simply enjoy the attentions, playing with Hanzo’s hair idly, calling him the sweetest pet names and sometimes, occasionally he would lift his sturdy hips and nudge his cock just a little deeper to hear Hanzo gag on it; see his eyes fill up with tears.

“That’s it,” he’d coo, “You love Daddy’s cock.”

And Hanzo did. He loved Jesse’s dick; he loved his huge, hairy thighs and his wide, sturdy hips. He loved his hirsute belly and broad shoulders. He loved how broad he was; so broad that even a grown men like he was feeling dwarfed and small.

Secure.

Stupidly, idiotically secure to a point he whispered the endearment once as he rode him, everything so overwhelming, so all consuming, his leg stumps tingling and his fingers twisting into McCree’s chest hair as he took all of his cock until he was sure he had to feel it in the back of his throat; and he’d not even realized he’d whimpered a small, pathetic sounding ‘Daddy’ in midst of the throaty, animalistic groans…

He’d just love it even more if Daddy would dick him down with it too; hold him against the mattress and make him take it. Fill him up until Hanzo felt like begging him to stop; that there couldn’t be even an inch more he could take; that Jesse had to stop cramming that fat, heavy cock into him because otherwise he had to… he… had to…

“Please,” Hanzo whispers, eyes clenched shut, high cheekbones dark with color. He is not well suited to begging. He feels exposed and ridiculous. Enough so that he can feel himself getting mean; can feel the sharp edges just beneath his skin, threatening to lash out at Jesse if he so much as chuckled right now-

“Aw hell, darlin,” the man rumbles. He can hear him move and shift around. He can feel him, too; the mattress dipping and groaning under his weight. “How could I say no to such a sweet invitation?”

And Hanzo gets what he wants – just not in the way he envisioned. It is so much… so much better as McCree crawls over him like a mountain, his strong barrel chest to Hanzo’s shoulder blades, pressing him down as an affectionate, scruffy chin nuzzles the side of his face.

He can barely breathe beneath him. McCree is pressing him down and filling him up in little rolls of his meaty hips and Hanzo can barely get in enough air to gasp.

Jesse fucks like a wave; slow and gentle and unrelenting and Hanzo just about manages to curl his arms around the man’s biceps and hold on as he lets himself get washed away; eyes wide open and unseeing, groaning low, throaty ‘Daddy’s and then, when his cock – wet and swollen and trapped somewhere in the tangle of sheets – jerks and his balls start pulsing in a way that is almost painful, he croaks one ‘Otōsan’.

“My sweet boy,” Jesse sighs above him, one huge paw curling beneath Hanzo’s throat, thumb and forefinger framing his jaw; cradling his chin on his palm as he rocks into him; his orgasm not anywhere close. “Daddy’s so proud of you. Giving him your gorgeous body. What a good little boy you are.”

He hated how he got like this. How he needed it, the relief of the word out of his mouth. The shame of it washing over him.

But it was undeniable all the same; he arched his ass up, offering the sweet, warm slit of his hole to Jesse McCree and he sounded like he was choking as he rasped “Daddy…”

He pressed his face into his arms, refusing to look back and see McCree’s smug face. His hands were huge on Gabriel’s hips, squeezing, feeling up how broad they were. How sturdy.

Still, Gabriel felt goddamn small compared to Jesse. He’d filled out almost violently in his time here; the scrawny, mouthy kid suddenly a lumbering tree; tall and thick and hairy.

Gabriel could feel the crisp, dark hair tickling him as he got pulled onto Jesse’s lap, the slide slow and inexorable. There was no way to escape McCree’s lazy dominance. His cocksure knowledge that Gabriel Reyes was in love with his dick and would never deny it.

His thighs are huge and warm and rock hard, forcing Gabriel to spread his knees father; to accommodate their sheer width.

“That’s it,” McCree croons, indistinct, a cigar clamped between his teeth. “What a sweet little hole you have. Such a gorgeous little peach; just for me.”

Gabriel moves his knees, shifts his legs, digs his toes into the bedding. He is restless, his thighs quivering, large chest heaving as he arches some more – offers himself up, cock swinging heavily between his thighs. It feels like a hot, pulsing wound; stuffed full.

He can feel McCree’s lazy regard. He’s never been impatient; always slow and deliberate; almost obtuse in his fucking. Gabriel had no idea where he learned how to work his body like he did.

McCree shifts behind him. Gabriel can hear him slowly, deeply inhale – and then exhale, the tickle of the smoke blowing in a steady, gentle stream against his clenching hole.

“All just for me,” Jesse purrs and Gabriel almost swallows his tongue.

“Da-…”

Jesse maneuvers him and angles him; using his Commander’s body, slipping the fat, blunt tip of his cock into that warm, prepared space. Gabriel can feel his eyes tear up with the stretch; can feel his tongue starting to loll out because it’s that or try and scramble away from the mind boggling pressure; the feeling of sheer, dumbfounding fullness as McCree starts rocking in slowly, making him stretch, stretch, stretch, filling him up, up, up; one huge hand on Gabriel’s round hip – the other petting him, rubbing soothingly across his back.

“Good boy,” Jesse hums. He shifts, finally, goes up onto his knees and ranges across Gabriel’s body – lets him feel how huge the kid had gotten; his massive thighs slotted in right behind Gabriel’s. “God, you feel so good. Perfect cunt for daddy. Perfect, goddamn cunt.”

Gabriel can’t breathe; the cock has filled out his whole being and doesn’t let him take any more air in. His belly feels swollen; hot. Like he’s filled with warm stones. He feels like he has to be bloated with McCree’s dick. He wants him out. He wants him away. He wants him to move and fuck him and curl one of his thick, hairy arms across Gabriel’s chest and hold him tenderly as he rocked into him.

McCree seemed incapable of really fucking. Maybe he was too lazy. Maybe he was not interested in a quick, hard slap of hips.

All he did was rock and make Gabriel crazy on the length of his barely shifting dick.

“Daddy,” Gabriel whispered, explosively, the shame cresting within him, nipples going hard and painfully sensitive. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…”

“I gotcha,” McCree rumbles, rubs his unkempt beard against Gabriel’s shoulder. “Gotcha. What a perfect little cunt. What a sweet little peach.”

Gabriel slows his thrusts from their punishing speed, mouth set in a strict line. His chest is expanding fiercely with each deep inhale, sweat pricking at his temples.

Jesse makes a small sound beneath him; weak; almost a kitten mewl as he stretches his head back, offering up his throat and the tender underside of his scruffy chin.

He’s gotten quieter and quieter while Gabriel had fucked him, cheeks growing hot, dark, faithful eyes glassy the deeper his Commanding Officer has pushed, cock nudging into those warm, snug, secret places Gabriel was pretty sure were just for him.

God, the kid felt good on his dick; so welcoming and silky, gripping his dick, taking the fat length with minimal fuss.

“You alright?” he murmurs, gruffly, one wide palm petting over Jesse’s hair and pushing it from his sweaty forehead. “You still good?”

He nudges his hips forward, cock flexing when the action makes Jesse gasp wetly. He sounds close to tears even though there is a trembling, jaunty grin just about visible on his face. He rubs his head against Gabriel’s hand.

“Sure,” he whispers, voice hoarse, his cock lying thick against the thick treasure trail beneath his belly button. Whenever Gabriel fucks into him, it bounces distractingly; he wants to suck it into his mouth and give Jesse’s cute dick something good to remember.

Jesse’s hands clumsily reach for his arms, the fingers trembling as they pat down the corded muscles and then curl around his thick wrists. Gabriel shifts his knees apart, bracing himself as Jesse starts tugging on him. He lets the kid play, curious what he wants from him, and frowns when Jesse puts his wide palms around his scrawny neck.

“The fuck?” he murmurs, thumbs rubbing a slow back and forth. “You want me to choke you?”

Jesse is still grinning. He looks delirious – drunk on cock. He shakes his head no, the flush slowly creeping across the back of his nose.

“No jus’… jus’ stay like that, okay?”

Gabriel grunts, confused but obeying, his thrusts slow and leisurely and liquid as he ruts into McCree. He ends up cradling Jesse’s jaw more than anything else, and can feel his sigh of relief against his fingertips.

“Daddy,” Jesse murmurs, long legs curling across his Commander’s hips, holding on for the ride.

Jesse felt almost sleepy sucking Mr. Baker’s cock, head lying on his belly, feeling how deceptively firm it was beneath his ear.

He suckled like a babe, just the fat tip clamped between his lips, salty pre-cum dripping against his lazily cradling tongue.

He was a sloppy fuck, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and making daddy’s pubes tacky, but daddy didn’t mind much. He chuckled, big hand petting Jesse’s hair, holding it back from his face while he watched the news and Commander Reyes talked to Marguerite in the kitchen somewhere behind them in another room – another world.

“Thank you for your hospitality. Our evac team will pick us up tomorrow evening. If we could just…”

“Oh nonsense, dear. Not even another word about it.”

Jesse blinks slowly, staring blearily at the old TV in front of them. Mr. Baker’s hips roll up, nudging his cock deeper, dragging it across Jesse’s tongue, and Jesse starts suckling again more vigorously, eyes closing.

“It is our honor to have you in our home as guests, Gabriel. It’s been so very quiet since Zoe and Lucas moved out. Especially Jack appreciates having you boys around…”

A burst of salty fluid across Jesse’s tongue makes him groan loud and throaty, finally enticing him to stop lying there and enjoying the ride in favor of fucking his mouth, then his throat down onto the thick cock.

They can hear Marguerite laugh in the other room while Mr. Baker sighs in relief and slides a little farther down. Jesse can see his hand dangling over the armrest, his glasses loosely held between his fingers.

“Doin’ Daddy a real favor, my boy. Damn. Just like that.” And he gentle presses down on the back of Jesse’s head until he gags wet and sloppy and the swollen tip nudges into his constricting throat.

DONT talk about the Bakers + Reyes and McCree please I’m actually going to die. Twink McCree getting destroyed, Jack Baker showing him what a real Daddy is. Gabe blessed out and drooling, barely even knowing where he is because its been so long since someone really held him down and made him beg for Daddy.

cyberrat:

Oh god. Oh god oh fuck.

talk to me more. please. yes. this is. this is my life now. sssshhhiiiiieeeeetttt

Jesse had heard the labored squeaking of the bed springs, but he still had pushed the door open, head still fuzzy from dehydration over the last three days before they had stumbled out of the murky bayou and practically onto the Bakers’ doorstep.

He stands in the doorway, staring blankly at the large bodies moving on the bed; the moonlight from the window is bright enough to see everything – like his commander arching his back and pressing his ass up, wide hips framed by big, strong hands. He can even see how they squeeze once, accompanying the low, drawled ‘There’s a good boy’ before one travels up, sliding along the dip of his spine, towards the nape of his neck and then pressing down until his Commander… his Commander groans and capitulates and whispers a soft, almost questioning: “Daddy.”

“Yes, boy. I got you. Daddy got you good. Gonna give you right what you need.”

Mr. Baker still is wearing his glasses. The moonlight reflects in them; small, round spectacles that have slipped forward on the tip of his nose. He has a round, hairy belly and broad shoulders, and Jesse can feel his mouth dropping open, saliva gathering on his tongue as Mr. Baker takes his cock – fat and dark with need – and rubs the tip against Reyes’ hole.

Jesse can’t see it like that, but it looked nice; like he was preparing him for what to come. Priming him for the slow, gentle push of his hips, Reyes shuddering all over, massive hands curling into the bedding, grunting drawn out into his pillow, all the while Mr. Baker keeps him held down with one authoritative hand on the back of his neck.

“That’s it. Nice and easy. Got a pretty cunt for daddy, dont’cha? Yeah you do. Open up for me. Yeah… just like that.”

Mr. Baker is murmuring, mid-western drawl so broad it made Jesse ache, cock throbbing, joints feeling dangerously hot and loose – so ready to supplicate himself for that man with the thin hair and thick beard.

“Daddy, please,” Reyes groans as Mr. Baker rocks deeper, slowly, like he has all the time in the world – the bed creaking loud and obnoxiously and only adding to Jesse’s desperate erection.

“Oh look-ie there… don’t just stand there, lad. Come on in; how’s daddy supposed to take care of you if you’re all the way over there.”

Jesse stumbles closer, the door falling shut behind him with a soft click, eyes not leaving Mr. Baker’s face. The man was not as impressive in stature as Reyes was – at last not anymore… Jesse had seen pictures of him when he was younger and still with the military – but he was more than happy to submit to him; cuddle up to his Commander and ask Daddy for cock.

claps hands together and prays to the kink gods size kink gabe. Likes to feel weak and vulnerable and like he doesn’t have to be the big man in charge for once. Which is why Rein is perfect for all his sexual appetites

“There you go… hold still… just like- that, yeah… a tiny bit more… bend your back, Schätzchen. Let me see your pretty hole. Show me where you want my cock.”

Gabriel hides his face in the crook of his arm, whining high as he follows Reinhardt’s voice and the gentle press of his large fingers against the small of his back. He curves his spine down, tailbone angling up towards the ceiling; ass cheeks spreading open a bit more.

His hole looks unbelievably soft. It’s gaping a little from the slow, long fingering, and now that Reinhardt has the tip of his cock pressing against it teasingly, it is practically mouthing at the wet glans.

“That’s it. Good boy. Would you look at that.”

“Daddy, please,” Gabriel wheezes out. He sounds like he’s on the verge of an asthma attack, high and reedy.

Sometimes Reinhardt wonders about Gabriel’s family life. He’s never asked him, of course. Still, he thinks Gabriel needs this a little too much, sometimes. He can get clingy and almost weepy with need, the large burly man sitting heavily on Reinhardt’s lap, needing some cuddling behind closed, secure doors.

“Ja,” he hums, looking down, watching himself drag the fat head of his cock along the plump, clenching rim, feeling it try to suckle at the very tip – the other hand thumbing at one cheek, pushing it to the side. “You’re a good boy. Just look how perfect you are like this…”

He carefully nudges his hips forward, the tip of his cock starting to slip inside, pressing Gabriel’s muscles apart slowly to make him feel the burn. Only seconds in, the other man is already groaning and moving his head from the crook of his arm in favor of stuffing his face into the unmade bed while grabbing hand fulls of the sheets.

He is rolling his body, the muscles in his impressive thighs tensing as he goes up onto the balls of his feet, lifting his ass into the burning sensation – and only making it worse with it as he makes himself take too much too fast.

“Easy now. Daddy got you. Papi hat dich, Schätzchen.”

Gabriel is a large man and still Reinhardt easily curls over him, one large hand between his shoulder blades to press him down mercilessly, the other at his hips, grounding him there as well: making him kneel back down properly so Reinhardt can control the slow slide of his cock.

He’ll not give him everything this first round. Gabriel is too keyed up and high-strung. He’ll wait until maybe the third orgasm – until Gabriel is come-dumb and pliant until he’ll fuck his sloppy hole.

He can see Gabriel’s muscles tensing as he tries to stem up – testing the sheer muscle force of Reinhardt, and smiles a little when the man starts to go boneless a second later, groaning and happy already.

“That’s it. Ohyeah. You’re a good boy for your Daddy.”

Here you go ❤ the just completed baby live-write 😀 some young!Hanzo/castle guards daddy kink

Hanzo gets weepy when they don’t stuff him with cock. He loves feeling the smooth texture weighing down his tongue and the spread of his rim burning from too little lube to smooth the way.

Still, they liked to tease him every now and then and deny him just to hear him whine for their cocks, dark eyes brimming with tears and cheeks filling with hectic red spots – as if he was actually fearing them denying what he needed most. As if they had any choice but to obey the kid of the boss when he was vying for a fuck, naked beneath loose clothes and pulling their hands into the generous folds to feel him up whenever none of the other servants were around to witness.

Hanzo is not especially good at sucking cock but he is enthusiastic about it – drooling liberally as they fuck across his soft palate, trying to nudge their way into the soft, jerking grip of his throat and teach him how to let them deep dick him. He is eager but still chokes too easily, spit dribbling down his chin, body shaking with suppressed coughs.

He always looks at them, though – they never had to teach him that sweet little trick; his eyes always wide and curled up, trying to watch their faces and anticipate how good he was being for them.

Sometimes – often times – this was not enough, however, and he would let the cock he’s suckling on pop out of the warm, silky grip of his lips to snuggle his cheek against the shaft, the dripping tip smearing into the ink black hair at his temple.

Just as he was doing now; nose shyly rubbing into the wiry hair at the base of the guard’s cock, barely nudged against the hard belly by the slow, leisurely thrusts from behind. He seems unperturbed. In his own little world filled with kind dicks that filled him up and warmed his belly with creamy, thick loads.

“Are you happy, daddy?”

If he is ever put-upon by their resulting laughter, he has never shown it outright – rather the opposite.

“Shit, he’s clenching down,” the guard behind him grunts, stilling the already slow thrusts to slide the pads of two fingers slowly along the stretched, pouty rim. “His little cunt is gripping down like he doesn’t want to let my dick go any time soon.”

The man in front of him is undeterred by the snickering around them; large hand coming to lie atop the young heir’s head, tilting him back so he can nudge the wet tip of his cock against the receptive, open mouth; Hanzo’s lips are already fucked soft and pliant; plump from sucking the third dick in a row.

“I would be happier if you didn’t stop sucking my cock, baby boy,” he says, voice not unkind, dipping into the soft, dismayed ‘o’ when Hanzo’s eyebrows pull together in a frown, eyes widening.

“Hey… he’s your daddy now? I thought I was daddy…”

Hanzo turns his head, releasing the cock trying to nudge deeper with a wet little sound, smearing the sticky tip against his cheek in the process. He looks torn as he gazes up at another of the guards. Confused like he couldn’t understand what the problem was.

“You are…”

He lifts his hand, curling it around the half-hard cock because it’s there and it’s close and he couldn’t help but want to get his hands on every dick in his vicinity if he was like this. It’s still tacky from fucking his ass earlier, the flesh spongy in his lovingly cupping palm – but it starts filling obediently enough when he squeezes it and lets it slide silky and slow through his fingers, eyes fixed on it like he wasn’t getting dicked from behind; like there wasn’t a second one nudging against the corner of his mouth and the guard in front of him huffing impatiently.

“I am?” the third man hums, sidling closer.

“Daddy…” Hanzo is mindless, whining for it without really listening to what is being said – just instinctually answering in a way he feels is correct and will assure him the most cocks. When he leans over, mouth falling open; already hungry for the sticky cock in his grip, the man in front of him fists a hand in his hair and jerks him back again, face flushing angry red.

“Ey! None of that, now. You already got a cock to service. Be a good boy, Hanzo.”

It is so easy to guide him; have his scattered attention diverted from one cock to the other, his usually sharp eyes hazy and drunk looking as he sticks his tongue out obediently to welcome the spit slick cock back inside, mumbling an indistinct, “Yes daddy…” as he does so.

There’s no hint of his usual awkwardness; his almost painful need to be the best and sharpest and seem perfect all around. On his knees and with his rim puffy from thick cocks spreading it, creamy cum getting fucked out of him in a frothing mess, he seems as content as he never was when kneeling quietly next to his father attending business meetings.

He groans through his nose when he feels the cock in his ass flexing, blunt tip pressing into the spongy, giving walls lovingly hugging it, then scrambles to stick his arm between his legs, fingers almost frantically covering the swollen gape of his rim, working to push the sticky strings of cum bubbling out and down his perineum back inside while the guard behind him slowly stands with an exhausted grunt and makes way for another to take his place.

While he has to wait, he plugs himself up with shaking fingers.

His nose is running and his belly feels tight. He looks pale except for the redness rimming his eyes and the reddish bruise his mouth had become.

“What’s up?” the guard in front of him asks, hand gently carding through sweaty hair. Hanzo mumbles, trying to talk while lapping at the cock idly rubbing across the plush cushion of his tongue.

The guard huffs and pulls back just enough to let him properly speak.

“Hurts, daddy.”

“Your cunt? Sure it does…”

“Yeah,” another guard jeers, pulling the door shut behind him. He is fresh-faced and cocky still; the eagerness not yet fucked out of him by the insatiable heir of the Shimada Clan. “Burns, doesn’t it? Daddy can make it all better.”

His cock is out within seconds, black tie thrown over his shoulder so it wouldn’t get dirty as he kneels down and spreads Hanzo’s ass with both hands to watch the soft gape of his hole around the shaking fingers stuffing him.

Hanzo’s eyes roll up when his fingers are forced out by a new cock pushing insistently against him, ears burning and pounding with his heart beat when he hears them speak about him:

“I can just slide in, right? There’s so much cum here…”

“Think so. He’d make a ruckus if it hurts.”

“Yeah, he’s lubed up enough. Think he’s got three or four loads in him now.”

“I kinda just wanna see him getting raw dicked. Bet he starts jumping like a rabbit when he gets fucked by a dry cock.”

“How ‘bout we ask him?”

Hanzo’s mouth is hanging open to better breathe, tongue out and trying to get a lick at the cock just inches away from his nose. He looks confused when he gets gently slapped with two fingers, gazing up at the serious face looming above.

“You okay? Wanna get fucked by a dry cock?”

He blinks slowly; then again; then a third time, his knees inching farther apart, sleek, young cock surging up between his thighs, slapping against his tight belly until a thin string of pre-cum connects the tip to just beneath his belly button where it dabbed his skin.

“Daddy,” he whines, low and drawn out. Pleading. It’s not an answer at all, but they take it as one anyway, laughing and petting him with an affectionate negligence only reserved to favorite pets.

Honestly, he doesn’t register the first couple of inches, eyes focused on the cock in front of him; how it is getting jerked just inches from his face, a harsh hand in his hair keeping him from actually reaching and sucking the fat tip into his greedy mouth.

When the sensation registers; an uncomfortable burn as he gets spread open wide once more, he has barely time to whine a pathetic “Daddy…” before his attention is drawn away once again by warm cum splashing across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose; the low, guttural grunt of the man above him ringing in his ears and making his belly feel warm and fuzzy.

“Fucking stellar. Good boy. Keeping still for daddy. That’s it, goddamn.”

His hand is still around a sticky cock he’s neglected completely, the guard happy with his slim, callused fingers forming a tight tunnel for him to fuck into, but now Hanzo is getting agitated; his face warm and dripping with cum, his ass warmed by a cock fucking into him that feels bigger than any of the others yet; so large he has to suck his belly in and try to curve his back up, somehow simultaneously moving away from the deep dicking but also putting himself into a better position to allow the blunt head to nudge against his prostate.

His grip tightens around the cock in his hand, body shaking and exhausted. His intestines feel bloated with the cum already deposited inside him. He wonders, vaguely, whether his stomach is bulging with it; whether his daddies have filled him up enough to leave him with a little something to remember them by.

Maybe enough to slide his hand across his belly every now and then and remind himself how thoroughly they had fucked him.

Hanzo barely feels the cock in his grip pulse; the sticky cum coating his fingers and dripping down his arm before he is allowed to cower on all fours and let his head hang low, a low, continuous sound fucked out of him by the cock reaming his ass.

“Daddy… fuck… fuck me, please… oh god…”

“I am,” the man behind him grunts; he sounds dogged. Determined. His hands are gripping Hanzo’s hips tight enough to leave large, purplish bruises. The sharp edge of his fly is biting into the tender skin of Hanzo’s ass every now and then, making him almost squeak with the pain of it, toes curling hard enough to make his calves cramp.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you until you can’t sit for a week straight,” the guard promises him. He sounds indistinct – as if he were talking with his teeth gnashed together like a beast. Hanzo senses more than really feels him put one foot up next to his knee, getting better leverage to hump into him and make him feel the girth of his cock, finally slicked enough with the cum frothing out at the sides, getting pressed out from his cock with embarrassing squelching sounds. “Gonna fuck you good. Get you bred nice and deep with daddy cum. You want that, don’t you? Fucking slut begging everybody to be your goddamn daddy. Yeah – yeah, hold your ass open for me. That’s the ticket. That’s the fuckin-”

He chokes on his own spit, eyes nearly bulging as he comes, staring down to where Hanzo is gripping his cheeks hard, nails biting into the tender flesh as his cheek rubs against the floor. He’s spreading himself wide, making the burn a little more acute – a little more delicious as he listens to the filth pouring down on him, mouth open wide and just about visible beneath the wild tangle of his hair, gasping for breath, smears of cum still on his chin and along his jaw.

He looks like an absolute mess.

When the man behind him pulls out, slowly, huffing through his nose and eyebrows drawn together in intense focus, a thick dribble of cum follows behind before Hanzo can tense up enough to stop the flood.

His hole looks ruined – red and swollen; well-fucked and soft after hours of relentless reaming.

Nobody had thought of giving the Shimada heir a hand but there’s still a mess between his shaky knees.