McHanzo + Genji – continuation of this – rape tw; molestation; non con tw; stuck in a wall; yandere Genji; yandere McCree – Jesse can’t let the opportunity pass. (Don’t mind the setting of it being a training exercise… I can’t bother to come up with a reason why nobody finds them haha)
Hanzo is silent, probably too shocked at this turn of events.
If he had thought Jesse would help him, he is sorely mistaken. He should’ve been less of an asshole to garner any sympathy, and even then Jesse is not quite sure whether he would have passed the opportunity to get his hands on the ass Hanzo has been so goddamn fucking stingy with.
Jesse finally holsters Peacekeeper.
“Seems like whoever was here just took a chance, hm? ‘Tis awfully rude of you to walk around with your balls swinging free. Can’t blame a fella for copping a feel.”
He looks up to the rafters where Genji has slotted himself into a little nook and is watching with what Jesse assumes is rapt attention. He winks at him, then hurriedly reaches for the free leg that is suddenly kicked out.
“McCree!” Hanzo’s voice is breaking hysterically and Jesse wishes he had some kind of recording because *damn* he could get off on just how panicked and indignant the prissy bitch is sounding now.
“Hey, hey… none o’ that now. We’re all civilized men, are we not?” It does not take much to push his training gear out of the way.
Hanzo’s hips jerk when his cock lands heavy and hot right against his tailbone. Jesse’s dick is polite like that: he’ll knock before entering.
“I think we’ll all come to an agreement.”
“What the *hell* are you talking about?” He can tell Hanzo wants it to sound a lot more cutting, but what actually reaches his ears sounds faint and a bit shaky. Like he’s close to tears. Jesse’s dick fills out more at the thought. It gets him unduly excited to think about Hanzo’s dark pretty eyes wet with tears, and if he weren’t so sure he’d bite like the bitch he is, he’d have him choking on his cock until he cried a long time ago.
“I’m talking about what it’ll take for me to keep quiet, ya feel?” He is moving his hips, dragging his cock along Hanzo’s cleft with self-indulgent slowness, one thumb pressing down on it to help keep in that nice little valley. “Ya wouldn’t like if the others found out what kind of nasty slut you are, I reckon. Since I got pictures and all of your fine ass parading around without any underwear on.”
He’s pretty sure, at least, that Genji has taken himself at least a souvenir.
“You can’t be-”
“Serious? Oh babydoll… I think you can tell just how serious I am.” Hanzo’s leg has become lax in his grip, and Jesse lets go of it in favor of grabbing his cock and slapping the fat tip against the flushed little opening that Genji has had a bit of a go at already. Hanzo makes a sound like he’s choking, his plump muscle clenching visibly against the threat of Jesse pushing in.
He’s been thinking about it for months now; wondering how tight he’d be; how warm and silky he’d feel wrapped around him and stretched to the absolute max.
How he’d sound, begging for mercy and whining about the big dick that is rudely fucking his stingy little cunt open until it is sloppy and stretched-out. He’d never have thought he’d actually get an opportunity to try it out, though. He probably wouldn’t have taken this stellar chance if not for Genji, bless his filthy little heart.
*This one’s for you, buddy*, he thinks, then muses aloud: “I don’t got much slick on me right now. So you just gotta breathe through it, y’ hear?”
He leans forward, generously spitting on Hanzo’s clenched pretty cunt – *not gonna be so pretty anymore when I’m done with it* – and grins at the undignified squeak he can just about hear on the other side of the crumbled wall.
There’s no more fighting; no more bitching – just a lot of whining and panting and trying to spread his thighs farther to make the fat cock forcing its way into him seem less impossible to take, and had Jesse known how easy it was to get Hanzo to just *shut up* for once, he’d have pulled him on his dick a lot sooner.
*Damn* it’s a tight fit, though. Jesse is gritting his teeth, the nails of his hand biting into Hanzo’s ass cheek as he shimmies his hips and tries to keep pushing inside, but the burn on his poor dick is immense, and Hanzo is clenching down like he’s trying to strangle his cock.
“C’mon,” Jesse hisses through his teeth. He unclenches his hand with some effort and brings it down in a hard, meaty slap against Hanzo’s ass. Hanzo jerks and cries out, and actually loosens up enough to let Jesse force his way deeper inside.
He feels like he’s trying to crawl dick first into Hanzo with how desperately he wants to grunt fuck into his belly – impossible on this little slick – and from the way Hanzo sounds – quietly hyperventilating on the other side – the prissy bitch probably has the same thoughts.
He wonders whether Hanzo will be less of an elitist bastard from now on. Whether he’ll be cowed the next time they have an argument, afraid of Jesse’s big dick. He does not think so. Doesn’t *hope* so.
He can only dream of the next time Hanzo opens mouth to be a mean fucking bastard just for Jesse to show him his place with his cock rooting around in his guts and rearranging them some.
So many new, exciting possibilities have opened themselves up in front of Jesse…