I’ve been asked for a ~600words McHanzo with Okami Hanzo being a brat.

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“Hanzo. Sit.”

Hanzo understands him. He knows full well what Jesse is expecting of him, he can see it in those dark, intelligent eyes – yet the Okami is flat-out refusing to do the simple trick.

He glances disdainfully at the little treat Jesse has pinched between his thick fingers, then turns around and lowers his chest towards the ground, ass nice and up. Jesse groans and sits back, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

It is Hanzo’s response to just about anything asked of him: Maybe I’ll do it if you fuck me. The Okami turns his head, glancing back at Jesse when his owner doesn’t do quickly enough what he demands.

When he sees Jesse still just sitting there, watching him exasperatedly, he makes a soft sound in the back of his throat – somewhere between a growl and trill. Pretending he is being sweet and harmless when in fact he is being a brat and ignoring the simplest of commands.

“Sit,” Jesse tells him again, trying for authoritative and failing a mile wide. He watches as Hanzo lifts his thick white tail to the side in response, showing off that sweet dark space between his muscular cheeks.

He still looks at Jesse expectantly, and Jesse curses his dick which helplessly lifts at the sight.

He regrets, to some extent, ever having bought Hanzo. He feels like his dick might have done the talking from the very beginning; seeing as Hanzo had been presented to him collared and leashed to the wall, sitting there nice and prim with his tits on display; looking for all the world like he chose to be there instead of his old handler having had enough of his antics and leashing him to the spot.

He also feels like the previous owner might have kinda sweet talked him into it; there’s been no denying the obvious relief on the man’s face when Jesse signed the papers. Hanzo’s pedigree was mind boggling, to tell the truth, but the owner practically sold him for pennies.

“You’re horrible,” Jesse mutters when he slides from his chair onto his knees, one hand grabbing the root of Hanzo’s thick, well-groomed tail, the other going between his cheeks without much preamble. Hanzo might squirm and pretend he’s never been touched like it before – and it might have impressed Jesse the first few times – but by now he knows Hanzo’s game too well.

His humiliation lies in his inability to say ‘no’ to it, he supposes. Knowing Hanzo’s antics is one thing – but consistently falling for them, too…

The Okami is simply too intelligent for his own good.

Hanzo squirms for a second, but Jesse’s grip is hard and no-nonsense on his tail. Realizing that his owner might be a little miffed, he goes still and lifts his ass higher into the treatment; forgoing his tricks and little lies for once in favor of getting to the point – which is, quite frankly, to be serviced by his master.

Jesse knows he is not making it any better; he is rewarding bad behavior and re-inforcing Hanzo’s strong will, but deep down he kind of wants it that way.

He can’t imagine Hanzo as anything but a haughty cock-hungry slut. The pup acts like a God that deigns them with his presence, and trying to break that would mean Hanzo is no longer Hanzo.

… Not to mention the fact that men far more competent and experienced in training pets have tried their luck and gotten nowhere fast with the stubborn mule of a pup.

So Jesse quietly resigns himself to a life of weirdly co-existing with his pet; begging him to do the tricks he knows very well, thankyouverymuch and letting himself get coerced into pleasuring his insatiable pup.