Tag: mccree/hanzo/genji

11th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

McCree/Shimadacest – older McCree; younger Shimadabros; daddy kink; cockslut Hanzo; cockslut Genji – McCree is way too old for these two and their shenanigans.

Hanzo is draped against McCree’s side, trying his best to distract him from Genji’s lewd, enthusiastic… *sounds* as he bounces his ass on daddy’s dick like one of those girls in the rap videos he likes to watch on his phone. It looks… obscene and dishonorable and gets a big, rough hand petting down his bowed spine for his trouble because daddy obviously likes what he’s seeing.

And Hanzo is jealous.

McCree knows that, of course. It is not difficult to notice when the usually taciturn young man suddenly is all over him, mouthing wet and sloppy at his neck just below his beard,sucks at his ear lobe and generally tries to nudge his way in front of McCree’s face to make him look at *him* instead of the obscene stretch of Genji’s wet, flushed little hole wrapped so nicely around his dick.

Keeping him nice and warm as he doesn’t have to do more than sit there and let the little bundle of energy work his magic on him.

“There, there, Sugartits,” McCree croons, other big hand coming up to pat Hanzo on the head like an especially cute puppy. “There’s enough t’ go around for the both of you, hm? No need to be pushy ‘bout it.”

Hanzo’s face darkens and after a second and Genji being especially loud and doing something with his inner muscles that makes McCree *grunt*, he pulls back and crosses his arms.

McCree chuckles, strangled and breathless, and Hanzo watches out of the corner of his eyes as he moves to get his knees beneath him. Genji scrabbles at the bedding as daddy suddenly curls across his back, pushing his cock in deeper, and Hanzo only looks out of the corner of his eyes, burning up with jealousy.

*He* wants to be the one hanging off of McCree’s fat, ruddy cock right now. *He* wants to be the one feeling the rough hair of his belly scratch across his back as he gets fucked slow and deep and intense because McCree fucks like an old truck with ignition problems.

What he *does* get is McCree laughing at him and reaching for his knee with one big hand.

“Christ. C’mere. You are ridiculous.”

Hanzo fights at that, but not enough to dislodge McCree. He *wants* to be caught, after all.

Daddy manhandles him around without pulling free from Genji’s warm, trembling insides, and soon Hanzo is on his knees next to his brother, biting at the bedding as McCree nudges thick rough fingers into him, wide hairy knuckles pushing his tender rim open wide.

It’s a bit uncoordinated at first – McCree seems to have to recall some long forgotten skill until he can make it work to simultaneously fuck Genji and finger Hanzo deep… but eventually he hits his stride and the brothers eye each other out of the corner of their eyes as they bump shoulders and mewl like kittens.

“There ya go,” McCree purrs above them. He spreads his fingers inside Hanzo, pressing into the slick, warm walls, and Hanzo cries out, back bowing as he shuffles his knees farther apart, pressing into Genji who grins at him and shoves back.

It’s easier and more difficult like this for McCree.

Hanzo no longer is a little needy bitch about wanting his dick, which is nice, but he’s not calculated in how much the brothers could be little bastards.

Genji, even when drooling from a fat cock spreading him open and rearranging his insides, is nothing but trouble, and Hanzo is a grateful victim because he can’t think of much past the immense stretch of his rim once McCree gives in and gives him what he wants.

Genji has a glint in his eye like he’s planning something mean, and McCree has to lean forward with a groan and grab at his hair to pull his head back and give him something else to focus on.

He’s too goddamn old for two young headstrong – and cockhungry – men like them but he’s also too greedy to let anybody else have at them.

At least they’re somewhat appeased with a cock in their guts, or, in Hanzo’s case, with anything that just stretches him nice.

McCree has had a few amusing toys – and just overall… things – inside him just to tide him over until he’s fucked Genji into some semblance of sleepiness.

Like this, they’re inordinately cute. When they stop fighting for one damn second and just purr and coo over getting fucked by *daddy*; drooling into the bedding like some seasoned whores as they wait for what Jesse gives them like good boys.

Anything as long as their needy rims are spread and their bellies filled.

“Daddy…” He looks over at Hanzo who has his face mostly hidden in his arms, just glancing at him with one glittering eye.

He grunts because there’s not enough air in his lungs to do anything else other than sound vaguely questioning while he dutifully pulls Genji’s hair and fucks into him. His fingers have become mostly still by now, but Hanzo does not need much once he’s in the right mindset. He’ll be happy with everything he gets.

“I want to be filled up, though…”

Jesse groans and lets his head fall forward against the back of Genji’s shoulder. It’s their usual argument; Hanzo and Genji whining for McCree’s cum in tandem, while he feels like his heart is going to break because how the fuck is he supposed to give them both what they want?

They’re going to kill him one day.

“Later, babydoll. Later,” he wheezes, trying to appease Hanzo, but deep down he knows, they’ll both be mewling for it in way too short a time.

Holy shit Hanzo and McCree playing “husband and friend rape the wife” is one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard holy fucking shit. Mccree just like “why don’t you be a good lil wife and show our guest some hospitality” and forces hanzo onto his knees hnnnnn. How do you feel about Hanzo’s cock being referred to as a clit, ass is pussy, etc?

“Why don’t you come in here, babydoll? I brought a guest.”

There’s a bit of a clatter from the small kitchenette around the corner, and then Hanzo walks in. There is a hitch in his step when all three men stare at each other, the tension thick and buzzing in the air before Hanzo lowers his gaze to the ground and comes to a proper halt, thick fingers slowly curling around the hem of his scandalously short skirt while his face flushes hot red within seconds.

He looks so mortified; like they hadn’t negotiated everything beforehand. Like he really had thought Jesse wouldn’t come back with Genji; let Hanzo’s brother see him with his hair up in a pretty bun and his eyes delicately painted to make them look even sharper than usual; wearing a dress that is way too small for him and has his pecs spill out of it obscenely.

“H-Hello,” he breathes towards the floor, awkwardly bringing one arm up to tug at the frilly hem of the maid’s uniform, trying to tug it further up over his meaty chest.

“Damn, McCree,” Genji says after another beat of silence, voice strangled sounding. “Where’d you buy that one? She’s too pretty for you.”

Hanzo chokes and glances up, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open a bit as he stares directly at his younger brother. McCree looks torn next to him, face glistening with sweat and a nervous tick in the corner of his mouth. He looks like he wants to preen just as much as he wants to walk towards Hanzo and assure him that everything is gonna be alright.

When Genji jams his elbow into his side, it seems to kickstart him, though.

“She’s pretty alright,” he drawls, and Hanzo suddenly murmurs: “I should have… I should change. This is not appropriate.”

He tugs at the uniform again, trying in vain to cover himself up; get his tits under control; but the more he tugs the little dress up, the more he uncovers of his thighs, and, finally, the tip of his cock. He’s not wearing any underwear.

“You don’t need to change for my sake, Missus McCree,” Genji leers, the brotherly teasing tone making Hanzo look like he’s about to die on the spot. He shifts his weight, unwittingly guiding their hungry gazes towards his prosthetics; special ones with high heels that pronounce the thick muscles of his thighs; trembling nervous. “I quite like the view…”

“I knew you would,” Jesse preens, and plops down on a chair, waving his fingers in Hanzo’s direction. “Bring us some beer, babydoll. Genji here’s been gone for a long while, he needs some… entertainment.”

.o.

They have Hanzo across the table within the hour. He is scrambling against the plastic and struggling half-heartedly as their fingers slip beneath his little dress and pinch his ass and tits. 

Jesse is at his prosthetics at the second kick – he knows how to get them off with just a few twists. He has an unlit cigar clamped between his teeth, grin sharp and predatory as he works while Hanzo whispers: “N-No.. Please not…”

“Don’t play, babydoll. I know ya like to fuck my friends. Don’t be shy now.”

Hanzo’s eyes are wet, smearing his make-up minimally as he stares at Genji like a rabbit before a snake: mesmerized to the point of stopping his vague struggles as he watches his little brother fumble with his pants. He does not need them with his sleek body armor but it helps the illusion.

When Hanzo hears the hiss of depressurization, his mouth waters immediately. Trained like a dog.

“Never teach your wife how to dress properly, McCree,” Genji laughs, his hand rough as it grabs a fist full of Hanzo’s chest, squeezing, then changing his grip so he can pinch Hanzo’s soft nipple until he cries out and scrabbles, his hands landing squarely on his husband’s chest. Jesse has stepped between Hanzo’s thighs, his large hand holding his hips still.

“Couldn’t teach her if I wanted,” Jesse drawls, fingers rough as he squeezes Hanzo’s thighs, then grabs his skirt and flips it up with an air of negligence that has Hanzo’s nipples grow hard in excitement. “Only wants to learn about cocks, the little slut. Thinks I dunno about her letting them deliverymen in when I’m out working hard.”

Hanzo flushes and squirms, slanting his eyes to the side, unable to look at anybody until he feels the tap of something big and warm and sticky at his cheek: Genji’s cock slapping at him, his brother’s face grinning at him from above; upside down as he waits.

Hanzo shakes his head, pursing his lips, fingers curled in at Jesse’s shirt as he struggles; but without half of his legs it is so much more difficult for him and so much more easier for McCree and Genji to pin him down.

A hand around his cock, gripping harshly has him open up quick enough. Genji has no mercy for him; he fucks in deep and smooth, one hand curled across Hanzo’s throat, feeling how it swells when he forces his dick past any resistance and keeps it warm in the tight clench there, blocking off Hanzo’s air until his vision is swimming and his body spasming, instinctively trying to get out of it.

McCree holds him down, thumbs stroking his hipbones; and when Genji pulls back, Hanzo coughs and gags, lips wet with spit and tears dribbling down his temples and into his hair.

“No… please,” he whispers breathlessly, his cock so hard he gets dizzy. When he looks down, there is a sticky line connecting the tip of his cock to his bellybutton.

They ignore him, and Genji guides his head back to fuck down his throat again while Jesse slaps his big, warm cock against the trembling insides of Hanzo’s thighs. He’s helpless between them. They are not mean but they take what they want regardless of his pathetic begging, and Hanzo shamefully comes even before Jesse presses in.

“Your wife is a slut, McCree,” Genji comments breathlessly and happy.

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it,” Jesse murmurs. He leans forward and kisses Hanzo’s goatee while Hanzo is gurgling around Genji’s cock and jerking through his orgasm.