Tag: mchanji

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.

Okami!Hanzo/Woof!McCree + owner!Genji Part 3

Hanzo had been a mean little bitch ever since Jesse pulled off of him, and Genji can’t find it in him to pity his pet as he gets pinned down and mounted by the hirsute canine.

Jesse had been patient enough, he supposes; enduring Hanzo showing off the sweet space beneath his tail, letting him sniff and occasionally lick at the warm, pouty hole just to be denied the second he made motions to mount up, and even going so far as letting Hanzo bite at him without defending himself.

Even now Genji can see a few purpling bruises on his arms and ribs – all in the distinct shape of Hanzo’s vicious teeth.

He is leaning back and sipping at his tea; sweet and absurdly tasty as he watches the display before him.

Jesse fights dirty, which is to no surprise at all. He utilizes the advantages of his bigger body ruthlessly, pinning Hanzo down with one large hand between his shoulder blades and the other on the side of his face, unselfconsciously mashing Hanzo’s head into the unforgiving floor as he carefully gets up onto the balls of his feet, tail wagging behind him like a big, shaggy raincloud.

Genji does feel a stab of worry when Jesse starts forcing his impressive cock into the purebred canine beneath him, but he supposes this is all for Hanzo’s own good: after all, if he is to be bred up by this large, hairy brute, he should at least tolerate getting fucked by the meaty girth of his ruddy cock.

Hanzo, as per usual, seems to think otherwise. By the time Jesse starts hunching down with intent, fucking forward in sharp, powerful thrusts, Hanzo is damn near frothing at the mouth in outrage, howling and clawing at the floor. His thighs are shaking, feet scrabbling as he tries and fails to find any kind of purchase or leverage to buck the heavy weight off of his back.

Genji, fascinated, slowly puts his tea to the side and leans forward. Watching his pets fuck is mesmerizing. The room’s air is thick with their stench in moments; Hanzo’s sweet-and-musky slick filling the air just as much as Jesse’s body working up a sweat.

For the longest time it feels like Hanzo will not calm down; that he will yowl like a disgruntled cat the whole way through his breeding, even when his belly is warmed by cock and his guts are getting sticky with his body’s own excited secretions. Genji is just wondering whether Jesse has any sort of contingency plan for afterwards, since it seems like Hanzo will surge around and rip out his throat the second he has an opportunity to do so, when Hanzo’s demeanour changes suddenly.

He becomes quiet, his outraged howls tapering off to breathless pants, eyes slitting in exhausted pleasure as Jesse keeps fucking, hips hunched and muscles trembling along his body as he keeps the awkward half-crouch across the other canine’s form.

Jesse, supremely unperturbed, shifts his broad hand from Hanzo’s face and replaces it with his tongue; liberally and eagerly licking at the other’s temple and jaw, sloppily grooming him while fucking in deep, sensuous strokes – as if this is normal; as if he has been waiting the whole time just for this… and Genji wonders if there is something he is missing altogether.

Jesse is crooning, fucking and grooming while Hanzo just takes it, jaw loose and tongue lolling out against the dirty floor: more undignified than Genji has ever seen him.

The sound of their coupling is gentle and wet; a squelching, suckling sound whenever Jesse moves his hips and slides his ruddy dog cock through Hanzo’s clenching, silky insides that seem to try so very hard to keep him inside and not let him go…

When Jesse knots, it is without any grandeur; just his incessant licking ceasing for a moment, face contorting and teeth gnashing as he suddenly shoves a little deeper, accompanied by a pathetic little yip of Hanzo who looks positively out of it –

and then it happens; the cessation of those wet, intriguing sounds followed by some more dribbling; a little, shy pitter-patter of liquid hitting the marble tiles of Genji’s floor, rapidly growing faster, until-

a hissing stream of urine hits the floor. Genji half-jerks from his reclining position, mouth dropping open as he hisses: “H-Hanzo!” but there is no way he could have stopped the flood now as Hanzo shakes beneath Jesse, stuffed full of his knot and submissively pissing on the ground beneath him, thighs shaking with exhaustion.

His eyes have rolled up into his head, face looking positively ecstatic as he wets himself; the stream of piss strong and hot enough that it gently steams.

Jesse is grinning broad and proud, tail wagging, and Genji weakly sinks back into his chair, one hand helplessly holding on to his cock through his robes as he watches the display.

This has been what he’d been hoping for all along, hasn’t it? Hanzo accepting Jesse as his stud… His prissy, well-bred Hanzo submissively pissing himself after getting dick so good that he seems to have forgotten how to behave…

Jesse is looking at him now, still grinning broad and shit-eating, tongue lolling, panting from fucking his bitch into the floor, and Genji has the distinct feeling that this is only the beginning… though he doesn’t quite know of what.

Part 2 ^^ … hmm I don’t know if I should warn for incest since they’re not really brothers in the AU but Genji calls him big brother and in canon they are family so… ye I’ll warn for incest aöskfjaösklfj also kinda rape-play in this part. Hanzo loves it but he’s also a goddamn diva.

Part 1

Hanzo is draped across Genji’s lap once more as they watch Jesse getting groomed. The canine is as well-behaved as a show dog, sitting still and letting servants get at him with an utmost patience that Genji would not have anticipated from what was little more than a street urchin when compared to Hanzo’s flawless pedigree.

He is preening, too – especially when a young servant tries to tame the thick bush around his cock; broad shoulders straightening and sharp teeth flashing in a roguish grin towards Hanzo who sits up with a start and turns away.

He is skittish, cock plump and interested as it presses against the sheer silk of his garments – nothing hidden from Genji’s interested, amused gaze.

“Don’t play hard to get, big brother,” he purrs, fingertip tracing the pudgy mound of a nipple. Hanzo’s ears twitch and lower. He doesn’t like being made fun of, but he’s also a good puppy and has learned well over the years.

Genji is delighted.

.o.

Their first coupling doesn’t go as smoothly as Genji would have liked, but only on account of Hanzo being a drama queen and insisting on making the loudest ruckus possible.

Jesse does not seem intimidated by the loud howling at least. Genji watches with a good amount of fascination as the large canine mounts his stocky bitch and presses Hanzo down with big paws on the back of his shoulders.

He holds him secure as his hips shimmy around, searching for that plush little gash he’s supposed to slip into, all the while his tail is wagging enthusiastically.

There is no second-guessing of when he manages to find his goal: Hanzo howls like he is being fucked on a red-hot poker, and Genji is under no illusion that he can feel each and every intimate centimeter of that big, fat doggy cock pounding into him.

Hanzo is not weak by any means; Genji can see his muscles tensing, preparing to buck his partner off, but Jesse has decidedly more leverage and keeps him down with ease as his tongue lolls out and his hips piston fast and merciless.

Hanzo’s sharp teeth clack audibly together as he’s getting rammed, his mesmerizing gold eyes rimmed with tears as the canine’s cock pushes deeper than any other device that Genji had ever used on him.

He crawls closer, fingertips scratching through Hanzo’s well-groomed beard, staring down into his teary face as his howling subsides in favor of pitiful whines that get drowned by the wet squelching sound of his hole working overtime to make the rough coupling as smooth as possible.

“I bet he’s so deep,” Genji murmurs, “bet his pretty cock can kiss up to your cervix…” Hanzo closes his eyes on a low, drawn-out groan. He looks tortured but there is colour in his cheeks, and his body starts relaxing; sinking into the ground as he calms down and accepts the mounting. “It’ll be no time at all until he breeds you up, Hanzo. After all, he can deposit his cream right where you need it, huh?”

Hanzo whimpers. His tail is curved helpfully to the side; offering his hole up as Jesse’s hands slip down from his mate’s shoulders, bracing himself against the floor next to his head. He leans down, tongue out and lovingly licking all over Hanzo’s shoulders and the back of his neck as his sharp thrusts slow down and become more powerful. Deeper.

Hanzo howls in his first show of real pain as the blunt, swollen head knocks against his cervix, and Genji is quick to shush him through it.

“You will learn to enjoy it,” he promises him, commiserating with his pup as Jesse gnaws at the flawless skin of his shoulder, already taken by the pretty purebred canine beneath him.

Genji shushes Hanzo as he is forced to take Jesse’s knot, and offers him his cock to lap at as he gets filled with his mates load to the brim, the frothy mess dripping out of his abused, gaping hole when Jesse finally pulls free some ten minutes later.

He is there immediately, lapping at the swollen, buttery soft rim, cleaning up his own cream as Hanzo weakly pushes it out again, bearing down to get rid of the hot mess in his belly.

Genji pats his head and down his trembling back. It wouldn’t do for him to do it when he was ready to be bred, but he would make arrangements to ensure the seed would stay where it needed to go instead of Jesse’s greedy belly or Hanzo’s trembling thighs.

Maybe a plug – or some special panties.