12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 11th Fill

Aizawa/Vlad King – virgin!Aizawa; touch starvation/skin hunger; gentle sex – Aizawa has a few hang-ups. Vlad has figured some of them out because of course they can’t talk like proper adults.

.o.

Aizawa looks… not nervous, per se, but distinctly apprehensive. Once upon a time Vlad had thought it had something to do with the sturdy fangs pushing out from his bottom lip, but by now he thinks he has a different answer, even if Aizawa would never say as much.

He is not apprehensive of getting hurt when Vlad presses his wide mouth against him and bites with carefully measured pressure – he *wants* to get touched and grabbed at, and very possibly manhandled around.

Aizawa is a little firecracker, vibrating beneath Vlad’s broad, substantial bulk whenever they find the time to make out, and his fingers scrabble at whatever he can find: the tight costume spread across Vlad’s chest, or the loose tracksuit bottoms he likes to wear when he’s not at school.

He radiates this nervous, hot energy that will explode out of him with a sudden intensity that has taken Vlad off guard the first time it had happened. He is needy and pushy, but in an underhanded way: he will pant wet and needy right into Vlad’s ear, but will not let his trembling fingers wander from their desperate clutch above his clothes.

He will make a sound like a whimper when Vlad carefully nudges thick fingers beneath his shirt, but will not say a word of denial about it.

Aizawa wants to be touched just as much as he fears it, and Vlad wants to bring it up multiple times, but can’t find the words for it. He is sure a jovial: ‘So… have ya ever taken dick before?’ will be met with icy silence or quiet scorn, but-

He is running in circles again. He can’t help but wonder every time he has Aizawa beneath him, warm and so goddamn needy in his quiet, strangely desperate way; it is easy to lose himself in his thoughts, wondering how many people have had him like this; mouth wet and panting against him, thighs carefully spreading for him – and he can’t help but think that *nobody* has had him; that Vlad is the first to tickle those breathless, high-pitched little sounds out of him.

That he is, depressingly enough, the only one touching him *at all*…

Aizawa grinding down on him has him finally jerk out of his musings. He stops sucking at the other man’s neck, the skin sliding from between his thigh lips wet and flushed red, as he feels the shy stutter of slim hips beneath him.

Aizawa has his slim legs curled around one of Vlad’s thick thighs and is letting him feel how excited the bit of teenage petting has gotten him. Vlad is almost embarrassed at how much it affects him in turn; how just feeling Aizawa’s cock grind against the large muscle of his thigh has his palms sweating and his belly do a low, delicious flip.

“Oh?” he whispers, right into Aizawa’s ear. Somewhere in the kitchen something crashes down when his dog fucks around, but he’s too interested in the current proceedings to go and have a look. “Like that? Hm?”

He presses down, giving Aizawa more pressure against his dick, and Aizawa whines canine like and high, his fists curling deeper into the loose shirt Vlad is wearing.

“I can give you more than that, you know…” They are not looking at each other; Vlad has his cheek pressed against Aizawa’s, feeling his stubble scratch against his skin. It is easier to talk like this; Aizawa will not shy away as much when he doesn’t feel like he’s being stared at.

“I can make you feel so good,” Vlad coos right against one hot little ear, his broad tongue coming out and dragging wet against it. Aizawa shudders, his hips jerking upwards into the hard pressure of his strong thigh. “I can give your sweet little hole something to clench around… give you a nice big dick to keep you warm from the inside… You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Have my cock inside you? Get your belly all hot?”

Aizawa is panting wet and quick, punctuated with small sounds at the end. He is trembling and feverishly hot. Vlad almost wants to back off; say it was just a joke, that he does not want to *push*, but then Aizawa talks; just one word with his deep, hoarse voice – but it is more than Vlad needs.

“Please…”

.o.

Vlad has to blink the sweat out of his eyes. His blood feels too hot; like it is trying to boil over and crawl out of him; get all over Aizawa and hold him in a snug little package while he carefully tries to fuck just the tip of his dick into the tight clutch of his body. He hasn’t had trouble keeping his Quirk in check since middle school, but having Aizawa whine and tremble, his ass curved up into his hips as he awkwardly tries to bear down on Vlad’s cock and pull away at the same time.

“More… more-” he pants, and at first Vlad had thought he wants more cock; quicker. Deeper. Now he knows he wants more *touch*. Wants Vlad to press down on his back while he’s carefully trying to fuck the tip of his dick into his little virgin cunt.

Wants him to crush him into the cushions of Vlad’s big couch while his pup has curled up in his spot in the corner and is snoring softly away.

He wants to be crushed and surrounded and feel as much skin as possible as Vlad tries to squeeze something *way too fucking big* into a space that is *way too fucking small*.

He seems already so *content* though; even with his cock hard and pushing into the firm cushions of Vlad’s couch… even with Vlad probably constricting his breathing something fierce, and his almost fumbling attempt to fuck him open on dick, Aizawa nearly fucking *purrs* beneath him, happy with the whole situation.

Aizawa might be an obstinate bastard most of the time, with a highly infuriating class to boot – but Vlad needs to keep this one close by.

5th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

human!Winston/Team – virgin kink, bara kink, shy Winston – Winston has woken up as a human one day. The others have been hot for his thicc hairy bara body ever since.

“This… this is… h-hah…” Winston scrabbles at the desk, thick fingers shaking, then trying to push his glasses up without smudging the lenses too badly. He does not manage, but McCree is there, helping him out by nudging the frame back into place, then cupping his jaw in a hand and guiding his face over to the cock waiting for him.

“Highly unorthodox,” Winston whispers, deep voice a little thready as McCree unselfconsciously wipes his dick against the scientist’s face. From behind, Hanzo is working with single-mindedness, eyebrows drawn in concentration, arms braced on the edge of the table as he puts his back into the thrusts.

It can’t hurt; not with how nicely Winston’s hairy ass is cushioning his hips.

“Oh God,” Winston whispers. He is an irregular shade of blotchy red, face wet with sweat and now McCree’s pre-cum as Hanzo’s thrusts have him rocking across the table and into the cowboy’s crotch.

The whole thing has been a while coming. All since Winston woke up to find himself stuck in a different body some three weeks ago; the hairy gorilla physique having given way to a just slightly less hairier human body.

He’s never been as aware of his teammates’ sex drives as he’s become then and there; seeing – and feeling – the desperate lust radiating off of them as they stared at his thick arms and thighs, and his firm, round belly.

He’s never thought of anybody in strictly friendly terms until he’s found himself bend over by Lúcio of all people, getting his very first cock to spread his tender hole after the young man hand petted it like a little animal and then spent hours getting it nice and soft and stretched on two then three then four delicious, dexterous fingers.

He wonders if Lúcio has spoken about this to the others. Told them how easy Winston had been, hiding his face behind his hands and whispering oh dear oh dear oh dear while he got fucked gentle and easy; thick, hairy thighs spread to let the slender man between them and fuck a quick, overexcited orgasm out of him.

He wonders if he’s different in the eyes of the others. No longer Winston, the scientist, but Winston, the slut.

The thought makes his ears burn. He’s never had such… crude thoughts. Being a gorilla with his intelligence has killed his sex drive; there simply were no suitable mates to get hot and bothered about.

And now there are so many and all of them are interested.

His hole is soft and open, squelching softly with Hanzo’s thrusts, but keeping his cock nice and warm and cushioned either way. His insides feel nervous and shivery. He likes the feeling of being full. He likes a cock inside him, fucking against needy, spongy walls; and now McCree is telling him to ‘be a good boy and open up’, and Winston can’t help but do as he’s told.

McCree uses him like Lúcio has done and like Hanzo is doing now: easy and with a confidence that shames Winston. Like him craving their cocks has been as inevitable as the sun rising.

His thumb slips into the corner of Winston’s mouth. He drags it along the blunt surface of his molars, then across his tongue, urging his mouth wider so he can pop the fat head of his dick in.

Behind him, Hanzo is sounding more labored, his thrusts getting harder as his hands begin wandering: grabbing at his hips and the fat of his thighs, then settling at the sides of his big, firm belly, petting at the thick hair as he starts losing his rhythm.

He’ll pump Winston full, soon, but his attention is on Jesse, slowly pushing in and teaching Winston to suck dick while his glasses fog up something fierce.

Behind them, the door opens and he can hear the cadence of Reinhardt’s chuckling.

“Didn’t come too late, did I?”

“Only just begun. Take a seat.”

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

McHanzo – Virgin Kink; SPH – Hanzo asked Jesse to fuck him and Jesse is surprisingly sweet about it… while managing to be a bastard at the same time

“Hah… J… Jesse…” Hanzo is clawing at the rumpled sheets, face mostly turned into the mattress. He’s already so worked up and Jesse has barely squeezed the tip of his cock into that peach pink hole Hanzo had offered him earlier.

Jesse’s voice is strained as he answers, trying and failing to sound not as on edge as he already feels with that silky heat wrapped around him and squeezing like a goddamn vice.

“Jus’… Jus’ try to relax…” He grabs at Hanzo’s hip, trying to keep him still as he angles his own leg for some leverage and pushes forward again. Lying on their sides makes it easier for Hanzo to accept the massive, unfamiliar intrusion – he thinks, at least – but it makes it more difficult to get his cock where he wants it to be so very badly.

Hanzo, true to form, does the exact opposite and clenches up sharp on the next couple inches and bows his back away from Jesse; though, Jesse notes as he scrabbles at him to keep him still again, he does not try to get away.

Jesse takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, then grunts: “Alright. Maybe like this-”

He hooks his cybernetic arm underneath Hanzo’s upper thigh and lifts it to take some of the wriggle room from him and also open his delicious virgin ass up further for his cock. Hanzo makes a rough sort of grunting cry and when Jesse works himself up onto his elbow to glance around the archer’s broad shoulders, he can see him slowly, almost dreamily lick at the hand he has balled into the sheets in front of his face, wet lips mouthing messily at the ball of his thumb as if he needed to be doing something with his needy mouth.

“There you go,” Jesse mutters, belly hot with need. He is surprised by his own eagerness. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this as he usually fucks slow and leisurely; almost lazily. Having Hanzo Shimada offer him the virginal clench of his tender ass is obviously doing things to him.

Not enough things, though, to not make him a bastard about it. His cybernetic hand, close to the source anyway, starts groping. Hanzo jerks and gurgles when Jesse gets his palm filled with the nice little handful that Hanzo is packing.

He sucks at the tip of Hanzo’s shoulder and makes sure to let him feel his beard as he cants his hips forward and feeds him more of his cock.

“Don’t need me askin’ why you are still all nice and untouched, hm?” he mumbles, thumb stroking soothingly across Hanzo’s cocklett like it’s a little animal. It is cute, really; so very short and a bit fat. A sweet little treat that Jesse can’t wait to suck into his mouth, but Hanzo shudders and flushes violently, inner muscles going lax all of a sudden to allow Jesse to slip inside to the hilt.

“Can’t hope to satisfy anybody with a little thing like that, mh? Seen clits that are bigger…”

He’s mean about it, but only because Hanzo likes it. He goes wild for it, small cock flexing adorably while Jesse can finally start in on fucking him slow and careful, using Hanzo’s distraction to get his ass stretched out on his dick.

“What a slutty little virgin,” he murmurs, tongue slipping out to drag wet and obnoxious along the cartilage of Hanzo’s ear. “Though you’re no virgin anymore now, hm? You’re a sloppy whore now… only good to take dick because your cock is so small and pathetic-”

Hanzo comes on his dick, quick and messy and way too early, but Jesse lets him have it, even pumps his cock through it. It’s his first time, after all.

hmmm… I am not super happy with this tbh; it also kind of ends abruptly, I’m sorry.

don’t want to lament on why; just gonna post it.

contains sph. if you don’t like it, don’t keep reading, please.

Angelo beams at Mr. Shimada, eagerly hooking a foot into his stool and tugging it over so he can sit by the older man. He feels like it is easier to talk to patients as skittish as Mr. Shimada when not holed up behind his desk, though Mr. Shimada’s stony expression doesn’t look like he appreciates the effort.

“I am so glad I could finally get you to come to my office,” he says, leaning forward and elbows on his thighs. He is a big man and usually tries to make himself smaller for the sake of his patients.

Mr. Shimada stares at him practically down his crooked nose and only answers after a beat too long of silence: “I have been threatened to be taken off the roster if I do not comply with your demands.”

Angelo blinks at him, then lifts a hand, rubbing two fingers thoughtfully against the carefully groomed stripe of his goatee.

“While I do not condone threats, I do have to admit that I am quite happy about the result this time.”

He smiles at Mr. Shimada, and Mr. Shimada flinches back just a bit, looking almost dumbfounded for a second before schooling his features back into his stony expression.

“I am healthy. I have no complaints or ailments.”

Angelo nods along, smiling placatingly as he stretches to retrieve his clipboard from his desk.

“I know, I know. This is simply a routine check-up so I can update your folder. I do not anticipate to find anything troublesome, you do not need to be afraid-”

He can see Hanzo’s hackles rising immediately, his already broad shoulders squaring a bit more, wide mouth pressed into a thin, fierce scowl.

“I am not afraid. Of nothing.”

Angelo blinks at him slowly, then uncaps his pen, nodding awkwardly. “OOookay. Yes. No problem. Please excuse my clumsy wording…”

He trails off, sees Mr. Shimada deflate a bit again, and clears his throat. “How about we just start with the questionnaire so we’ll get this whole thing over with.”

Mr. Shimada nods once, regally. “Please.”

.o.

“When was the last time you ejaculated?”

Hanzo opens his mouth, then the question registers and he closes it with an undignified snap, staring at the good Doctor. Angelo is looking down at the clipboard he’s balancing on one knee, pen poised above an empty line near the bottom, waiting for Hanzo to answer like he’s done the past five minutes.

“What?” Hanzo hisses. He can feel immediate heat shoot into his cheeks, which makes him even more flustered.

Angelo looks up at that and blinks at him, then looks down at the clipboard and repeats the question a bit slower: “When was the last time you ejaculated?”

Hanzo can feel his chest burning with embarrassment, arms coming up in a defensive cross.

“I don’t know why you would need to know-”

“It is just one of the standard questions, Mr. Shimada. The faster you answer, the faster I can let you go. You can be assured that everything we discuss here will be handled with the utmost discretion.”

Hanzo grinds his teeth and shifts slightly on his chair, then: “Yesterday.”

Angelo nods, looking back at the clipboard, jotting down his answer quickly. “How often, would you say, do you ejaculate in a regular week?”

Hanzo’s heart is thumping quick and hard. He stares at the top of Angelo’s head. The Doctor waits for him to answer, then looks up when it takes too long, brow knitting.

“Mr. Shimada. I know these kinds of questions can be uncomfortable, but for me they are nothing extraordinary, really. Please. I would love to let you go to the practice range ASAP.”

Hanzo balls his hands into slow fists, lowering his gaze to stare at his knees.

“About… five times.”

“Hmm I see.” The blood his thumping in Hanzo’s ears. The Doctor’s voice is without any particular inflection, but still it feels to Hanzo like he is… judging him. “How many sexual partners did you have?”

Hanzo can feel his temper spiking, fingers curling into his pants. He does not answer, scowl becoming fierce and threatening when Angelo tries to prompt him again. The Doctor’s mouth pulls down. He starts to look mildly annoyed with the situation himself, now.

He taps his pen against the clipboard, the silence stretching between them, and then Hanzo feels like something shifts in the usually kind face.

For a second Angelo looks sly – but it is gone just as soon as it had come, and Hanzo is no longer sure he’s seen it.

The Doctor nods and stands abruptly.

“It is alright. You can tell me later.”

He puts the clipboard back on his desk and walks to the only examination table in his office, rummaging in a little cupboard until he pulls out two thin latex gloves.

“Do you stimulate your prostate, Mr. Shimada?” he asks without looking at Hanzo. Hanzo, having watched the Doctor’s movements across the room with trepidation, feels his heart skip a beat, then gallop in his chest.

“What?”

“Your prostate,” Angelo repeats patiently. A bit slowly like he is talking to a kid now. He has one glove slipped onto his hand and snaps the latex with a finality against his wrist that makes Hanzo shudder. “Are you accustomed to stimulating it? With your fingers or a toy, or…”

“No,” Hanzo hisses, throat feeling tight and dry with rage. “I would never-” He chokes on his own self-righteousness and Angelo speaks before he can bring anything more out; calm and collected: “Alright. Please come here and drop your pants, Mr. Shimada. I would like to perform a prostate examination.”

Hanzo stands abruptly, chair toppling to the floor.

“I will not stand this blatant disregard of my pride,” he growls in cold fury, fingers curled into tight fists. “This is -”

“It is up to you, really,” Angelo interrupts evenly, snapping on the second glove. “I will not force you to do anything. But you will also understand that I can not lie to Winston – and you are quite aware of the consequences of your refusal.”

Hanzo stares at him mute; the Doctor looks back with an enigmatic little smile, gloved hands folded in front of him as he waits for Hanzo’s decision.

.o.

“Hm,” the Doctor hums when Hanzo’s pants fall, tangling between his ankles. He stares at the bulge of his fundoshi until Hanzo turns away and puts his hips against the cold edge of the examination table. He feels dazed; like this is some kind of dream. Or nightmare.

He loosens the knot of his underwear and keeps it in his hand when he brings his arms forward, balling a fist around it as he stiffly bends at his hips.

The Doctor does not give him a second of reprieve. Suddenly his hand is between Hanzo’s thighs, cupping his soft cock. Rolling the ball of his hand against his sac and causing Hanzo to stand up onto the balls of his feet, an alarmed sound caught in his throat.

Angelo makes a considering noise. He is close enough that Hanzo can feel his body heat – and then he is suddenly murmuring, right against his ear: “I see. There’s not much you can do with something like this, I suppose.”

There’s a bolt of heat zipping down Hanzo’s spine, and when the ringing in his ears abates, he realizes with horror that he is getting hard against the Doctor’s cool fingers.

“It is functional at least. That’s a good thing, hm?”

The Doctor pats his cock like a small animal, then pulls his hand away. Hanzo is staring at the crinkling paper on the table, mouth hanging open – caught in a stupor while his ears burn.

Moments later, his cheeks get unceremoniously spread, and then there is another beat of silence.

Angelo grunts softly, something between interest and satisfaction, and then Hanzo jerks forward, rattling the table when cold, wet fingers round his sensitive pucker; tight and kept meticulously hairless in those afternoon showers where he nervously touches the peach pink hole and pulls away before he can talk himself into doing it.

“Deep breath,” the Doctor mutters, but even before he has finished he is already pushing in with a single, long finger.

Hanzo knows, somewhere, that this is revenge for his earlier bitchiness, but as he pulls up onto the balls of his feet again, trying to evade the intrusion, he can’t formulate many rational thoughts at all.

His cock is feeling hot and swollen, throbbing as his muscles clench down and try in vain to force the finger out once more.

“Hmm this is unorthodox,” Angelo comments, “but I figure this is a good opportunity to test whether everything really is in working order. I am not sure it is of consequence for your little… ah… for you, but – I like being thorough.”

Hanzo burns. His eyes are wet with tears, thighs shaking as he can’t help but bear down on the finger. He bends his knees, sticks his ass out, lets his head hang low in abject shame at his own display.

He can’t… He can’t believe…

“Your prostate seems swollen,” the Doctor informs him. Hanzo can feel his finger rounding it, too. Slow and leisurely, dragging circles through the wall of his intestine and causing more tears to jump to his eyes from the sharp, delicious stimulation. “Not worrisome, but I would suggest a more regular check-up.”

Hanzo grinds his teeth.

A lil naughty something for @ikkanoodles frankly hot as fuck pics because… hhh… HHHHHHHHHH

The kid had been sweet on him since they met a couple weeks ago.

Oh, he tried not to show it; was pouting through long meetings with his old pa, sitting next to him in a sharp suit and looking like a million bucks, but McCree had been long enough in the game to know when someone was interested. Especially someone as young as the Shimada heir, those dark dark eyes slanting towards him any chance he got, trying to look bored and just managing to look a little less than stupidly eager.

McCree had been also long enough in the game to know when to act on it and when to just… let it simmer. He’d been like that once, too; cock perpetually wet and half-hard, ready and more than eager to shoot off at the slightest show of interest. God but had he been horny and primed for it 24/7.

He could also see the appeal in it, if he were being honest; a rugged older guy, laid back, calm, seemingly knowing what he was doing (and damned was that a good bluff on his part). He’d probably fallen for it if he’d been like that little heir: pretty and prissy and trying to step out of his father’s shadow while being flanked by a flock of guards.

He definitely didn’t feel obligated to dissuade the young man.

McCree was a lot of things – a drunk and lazy bastard first and foremost – but he was definitely not stupid.

If the kid sneaked into his hotel room every night, outwitting his guards and bringing bottles of booze with him… he’d not be the one to rat him out to the old guy.

Oh no. Definitely not.

He could get used to it, really. That nervous, buzzing energy radiating off the young man when he tried for the umpteenth time to find a good opening to climb onto Jesse’s sturdy lap; when he got sloshed on the booze and became a needy, hot panting mess, lips wet and greedy as he wiped that quick-tempered mouth against the scruffy beard on Jesse’s jaw, fingers weakly fumbling at his shirt, then whining high and breathless and seemingly dumbfounded every single time when his knuckles pressed into McCree’s chest, broad and warm and sturdy as the rest of him, the hairs crinkling against his shirt until it tickled…

He liked making out with the kid. He was so… appreciative of McCree, quick, smart hands grabbing at him as he squirmed his way between the older man’s thighs, rutting against the warm, inviting V of them until he was moaning soft and wet against McCree’s lips, trying to keep up with the slow, hypnotic drag of his lips and utterly failing.

By the time he came, shuddering through his quick, overeager little orgasm and clutching at McCree’s shoulders, McCree would be nicely buzzed and half-hard, one leg curled around the back of Hanzo’s thigh and letting him ride it out nice and easy.

He’d had to teach him how to enjoy a kiss; stop him from the wet, needy press of small, suckling kisses to really appreciate the slow drag of a tongue and the rasp of a beard that got his chin and cheeks pink.

His voice was deep and gorgeous already, but he preferred to let Jesse talk. He gruffly ordered him to, even, pressing close and gazing at him from beneath dark eyelashes, his little come-hither look already perfected to an art.

He liked listening to Jesse’s lazy little compliments, to his inane babbling – became warm and affectionate for it – and Jesse couldn’t say that he minded too much. Jesse was, when it came down to it, a man that liked the sound of his own voice, after all.

He even got used to waking up with the little heir in his bed, and how crazy was that? Having that warm silky skin pressed up to him, a round, small ass snuggled tight into the crook of his hips. Hanzo most often than not was awake before him, and all he could think of why he would stay put and quiet was that he liked his low, deep snoring and the stiflingly hot, heavy blanket of his body against his back.

That, and – damn was he just greedy for Jesse’s cock. Tried every opportunity he got to tickle it to life; make it go big and hard for him to play with; and while Jesse usually was lazy enough not to get more than half-hard – just have the kid have a taste of it, let his obviously overactive imagination do the rest and watch him go glassy eyes and short-breathed…

… he definitely had to notice that today he woke up more… amorous than usual, cock already wetting through his shorts, pressing up fat and robust against Hanzo’s ass while the kid tried to wriggle as inconspicuously as possible down on it, his flush already pinkening up his naked shoulders.

And boy was he lucky to have such a sweet little piece of candy…

“Well hello there, babydoll,” he drawls right into Hanzo’s ear, voice so deep and rugged from sleep, he can physically feel it rumble from his chest. “You ready for some fun?”

He wonders whether Hanzo could even understand his early morning half-asleep slur, but the young man is nodding eagerly enough.

Well then…

.o.

Hanzo’s legs are silky soft, and almost make him reconsider and just fuck into the warm space between them, if he didn’t have the distinct feeling that if he didn’t follow up on his promise, the kid would probably rip his cock off and take it as a trophy for how enamored he seemed to be with it.

So he just groped him a bit, hand large and rough as he cupped his ass and his thigh and squeezed them something good while the young man squirmed in front of him and became breathless and eager.

Jesse’s brain was still half-asleep and only thinking in primitive, sluggish bursts, letting him now when the feeling-up has gone on long enough and he should move on to other things, so it took him a while to figure out why it was strange to feel all that warm, silky skin against his body, squirming and heated and basically vibrating with eagerness: Hanzo was naked.

“Aren’tchu cold?” he murmurs and sleepily hooks his chin over the kid’s shoulder to look down his body – slim and muscled and toned in all the ways McCree wasn’t… all topped with the sweetest little dick straining up between those lush thighs, head dark pink and wet, flexing even as he was staring down.

Goddamn the kid was eager. Made high-pitched little sounds right from his throat that he tried to keep down as much as possible, just from getting felt up; have one large hand on his ass, squeezing, testing the give of the muscles – the other meaty arm shoved beneath his head to sleepily grope his tits which were practically pushing themselves into McCree’s palm.

“You already prepped?” he rumbles, fingers dipping between the cheeks and encountering Hanzo’s hole wet and soft and holy shit had he been doing this the whole time? Sneaking off in the early morning to finger himself needily in the en-suite bathroom, hoping Jesse would finally give in and dick him good and proper?

He groans wordlessly and drawn-out – wipes his mouth sloppily against Hanzo’s shoulder in a lazy half-assed kiss – and slowly pushes two fingers at once in, the slide deep and smooth and intrusive, his fingers thicker than Hanzo’s, especially around the bulky knuckles which he presses firmly into the velvety walls of his channel just a few centimeters in – and wouldn’tcha know it that does the trick already.

Hanzo doesn’t make any sound at all as he comes, arms clamping in a chokehold around the arm McCree has around his chest. He can feel the kid’s mouth against his biceps – wide open, the edges of his teeth pressing uselessly against his flesh as if he had wanted to bite and just forgot how to half-way through. His sleek, pretty cock is jerking between his desperately clenching thighs, pulsing out thin ropes of cum.

Jesse remains still as Hanzo milks him, thinking it will be enough to have the digits inside him – big and unrelenting and deep.

It’s when he hears Hanzo take a deep, rattling breath that he moves; murmurs a nonchalant “We good now? Ready for the next?” and starts moving in slow thrusts, pushes into the buttery soft clench of the tender muscles and pulls out slowly just to feel their wet clutch, then slides in back again while pressing his fingers into the spongy, silky walls that promise to hug his cock so well he gets a bit dizzy with the thought of it.

Hanzo whines but doesn’t protest. He’s still holding onto Jesse’s arm for dear life but is moving his knees up a little, giving himself and the gunslinger a better angle – and coincidentally making the soft drape of his spent dick slip between them as well, the oversensitive tip dragging against McCree’s thick wrist every now and then, making the kid gasp and squirm.

“Oh sweetheart. Darlin’. Babydoll.” He’s slurring. He’s horny and his eyelids are heavy and it’s hard not to doze away with how warm the kid is against his chest, how well his little virgin ass is keeping his fingers snug and comfy.

And he might have dozed off, too – might have just closed his eyes for a tad, because the next second he has Hanzo’s sharp elbow in his side and he is snuffling awake with a low grunt and eyes blinking disoriented and blurry.

“‘m awake, ‘m awake,” he mumbles, carefully pulling out his fingers and pawing at his shorts while hugging Hanzo a little closer to him with his other arm, trying to make up for his little lapse – and also contain eventual more elbows – until he finally manages to push his shorts down far enough to get his cock out…

… and then no more containment is needed because the moment his cock slaps heavy and a little wet against the curve of Hanzo’s ass and the bottom of his thighs, the young man becomes very still, except for the low vibration throughout his whole body.

“That what you want?” McCree mumbles, a small self-satisfied smirk on his face. Hanzo makes a strange sound at that, then squirms until he can reach down with one arm and get a hand on his ass – pull at the cheek to open himself up… or maybe try and reach farther down and curl it around McCree’s cock, he is not entirely sure.

What he is sure about is that Hanzo is getting almost laughably desperate, grinding down and wriggling around and trying is goddamned hardest to make Jesse finally stuff him – and who is he to deny him the treat?

“I gotcha, I gotcha,” Jesse soothes, croons, really, as he reaches down to grab his dick and give it a few lazy jerks, thumb pressing against the tip, knuckles brushing against Hanzo’s still messy cock in the process. He doesn’t think it’ll be soft for much longer – is almost sure it’ll come back to life as soon as he finally angles up enough to press the blunt tip of his cock against Hanzo’s opening; the wet little hole working furiously, mouthing at him, trying to pull him inside.

Goddamn but the kid was ridiculous in his eagerness.

“Calm down. I’ll give it to ya. There you go… There you…”

He forgets to finish the sentence, eyes falling closed again as he slowly works his hips, rocking, pushing, angling, making the soft muscles spread for the intrusion as he listens to Hanzo pant open mouthed, first quiet, then louder, then a little wheezing and bordering on panicked the wider he has to accommodate the thick tip of his cock.

Hanzo starts squirming the longer the initial push lasts; Jesse is taking his sweet ass time, hand still between their bodies, loosely curled around his cock, keeping it nice and steady as he rocks in. Every now and then his fingers will stretch and swipe the tips through the tacky mess of lube he pulled out with himself earlier earlier, rubbing it along the nervous clench of Hanzo’s rim and into the skin of his cock to easy the slip and slide some more.

When the thickest part of the glans finally pops in, he can feel Hanzo’s breath of relief. He turns his head and peeks at the side of the kid’s face, seeing how glassy his eyes were; wet with overstimulation, cheeks cherry red and mouth open wide to pull in enough air.

Jesse hums self satisfied and starts working his cock in for good, hips twisting, hunching, thick thighs tensing as he tries to cram his cock as gentle and patient as possible into the clutching orifice that had been so accommodating and eager when he fingered it earlier, but became less generous the deeper he fucked and made it stretch again around the fat girth of the middle of his hefty shaft.

Hanzo’s hands flew down, fingers claw-like in the meat of his thigh, his chest beneath Jesse’s restricting arm fluttering quick and bird like.

“Need a second?” Jesse asks lazily, hips still, cock pulsing and flexing within the warm channel. Hanzo nods, quick and sharp, body shuddering every now and then as his insides squeeze down on Jesse, obviously at war with simply accepting the enormous stretch and wanting to claw him open and make him go away.

He rides it out – almost falls fucking asleep again – as the kid drags up his nerves and finally unclenches his fingernails from Jesse’s leg and orders him with a shaky voice to “proceed”.

Even so – Jesse gathers up his arms, large hands around his wrists, and crosses them at his chest to keep him nice and compact and contained as he pushes in the rest of the way; making it quicker to reduce the panic he could practically taste bubbling in his young companion.

He grunts in relief when he is finally seated deep and snug, hips against Hanzo’s ass, feeling him squeeze and shiver all along the unrelenting girth of his cock.

Hanzo is making soft, fucked-out noises when he starts rocking; doesn’t even really fuck, just drags and slides a couple of centimeters along the warm clench and closes his eyes to sleepily enjoy the little piece of candy that has so willingly offered itself up for the better part of two weeks – and only a soft, high pitched “oh!” accompanied by the tight ripple of muscles against his cock alerts him to the fact that the young man came again, fast and sloppy and so easily primed for it that Jesse isn’t sure whether he’ll even get soft again before he’ll come a third time, speared on cock for the first time and obviously loving every second of it even if he’d been panicky in between.

He’s already taking it like a pro, now that the hardest part is over: is drooling happy and freely like a whore against Jesse’s biceps as he takes his cock, squeezing down lovingly every couple seconds as if making sure he was still there – was still spreading open his not-so-virgin hole, and was in the process of getting it sloppy and creamy with cum.

“Gonna fill you up,” he murmurs sleepily into Hanzo’s ear, the shell hot against his lips. “And then you gonna sit next to your daddy and let it keep you nice and warm. And when we all have a break and grab somethin’ to eat, you’re gonna steal that nice piece of ass into the restrooms because I think I might want to have a looksee for myself whether you were a good boy and kept it just as I told you to.

And if you’ve been a good boy, I might just have another warm, frothy load for you tonight. Gonna have to keep you nice and stretched now, after all, right? Not have that sweet little hole forget what I taught it today.”

McCree/Lúcio/Reaper Commission

Commissioned by the very generous and patient and sweet @carbonoid-nsfw (who I can’t tag properly, thank you tumblr -_-).

We were talking about virgin!Lúcio getting trained by McCree and Reaper a while back and they wanted to know more about that loveliness with lots of Lúcio getting messy ❤

Lúcio hadn’t even been on McCree’s radar the first time they met; sure, the kid was cute – and damn pretty – but also hung out with D.Va and Tracer most of the time; there weren’t really any connections between the two and Jesse was just lazy enough not to want to persue anything; preferring to sit and enjoy the view of cute dimples and a nice perky bubble ass bouncing up and down while the kids played video games.

All of that changes drastically one hot late Summer evening with only a few of the usual suspects lounging around in their own sweat – too hot to do anything but groan, but also too lazy to drag themselves away into cooler rooms of the base.

McCree is about to doze off, hat pulled down into his face, eyes still wandering amelessly beneath the wide brim, and fixating on Lúcio and D.Va sitting at the counter across the room, slurping ice cream – when it happens.

When his obsession starts.

He thinks it’s a trick of the light at first; but it happens again and again – a little shimmer of metal making itself apparent right there in the middle of Lúcio’s tongue.

The kid has a fucking piercing; a fat little ball snuggling against the plush red of his tongue.

McCree is hooked.

.o.

It was not as hard to get into Lúcio’s pants as he had initially thought. It was, to the contrary, ridiculously easy because of one reason that one should not be remiss in taking into consideration: Lúcio was a slut.

He was eager for praise and happy to give love and he was fucking wild for cock, if how he was snuggling on McCree’s lap and reaching again and again for the big bulge in his slacks was anything to go by.

It was almost too quick for Jesse. His mind reeled; he could barely comprehend how his half-assed plan had actually worked; asking Lúcio over to look at a made-up wound, and go from there…

What the fuck had he said? What glorious thing had he said to earn himself a lap full of the short young man and his hot little body wriggling in badly concealed excitement? He needed to remember for future endeavors but he couldn’t keep his head straight; not when Lúcio was begging for a kiss, lips a little open and wet as he offered them up, and… damn McCree thought he’d be better than this. He’d hoped he’d get this far, of course. He’d kinda planned for this to happen – but in the end, he hadn’t thought it actually would happen.

That he’d get to kiss Lúcio; gentle his over eager mouth down into a slow, sensual drag of lips; experience first hand that yes the kid did indeed have a piercing and he hadn’t been imagining things in his half-dead overheated state.

“Easy now,” he wheezes. He has to lean away from Lúcio’s eager mouth; hands on his shoulders to hold him back from seeking more sucking kisses and offer his little tongue up like candy. It feels like he unleashed something and he dimly wonders whether he can even deal with it; with Lúcio slithering down between his knees and eagerly pulling at the fly of his jeans, eyes big and brown and pretty as he peeks up at Jesse’s sputtering face; or how he fucking snuggles with the cock he pulls out; rubs his cheek against the warm shaft and smears the sticky head against his goatee as he obviously tries to hype himself up into giving him a kiss; letting him dip into the warm cave of his unused pretty mouth.

Or… was he even…? McCree feels his cock flex in Lúcio’s clumsy grip, toes curling in his boots.

“Sweetheart,” he grates out, hand cupping the side of Lúcio’s face, thumb rubbing across the patch of his goatee. “Never done this before, have you?” Lúcio squirms on the spot, tilts his head, rubs his cheek into the cup of McCree’s palm and then snuggles in against the wiry thatch of pubic hair more firmly – almost defiantly.

He doesn’t say anything, but still his answer is clear enough. His skin feels feverishly hot to the touch; especially the tip of his ear that McCree playfully pinches between his fingers.

“Could take a picture of ya and show it t’ the world. Lookin’ damn gorgeous with a dick in your hands. Little virgin slut…”

Lúcio groans at that; lips wet and parted against the swollen tip of McCree’s cock, eyes going a little glassy as he rolls them up to look at him; shy and pleading. Jesse grits his teeth, thumb sliding over to push between Lúcio’s lips; fuck into his warm, welcoming mouth and rub across the soft tip of his tongue.

“Yeah? You’d like that?” he whispers, belly a tight clench of need. “You’d love having another cock to play with, don’t you?”

Lúcio closes his eyes, mouth falling open, hands gently squeezing McCree’s cock between their sweaty, excited palms.

“Shit,” McCree rasps, chest feeling tight (and balls even tighter; full and ripe – ready to unload across the gorgeous brown face and mark him up) “Ya gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

He wonders what Lúcio will look like suckling cock for the first time. He wonders how that piercing will feel pressed against his flesh, sitting hard and smooth right in the middle of the plush tongue.

Lúcio is cooing. He’s going at his dick like it’s a small, cute animal, and McCree should probably feel offended by it but he can’t bring himself to when Lúcio looks so fucking enamoured with his cock. Like he’s not ready to let it go any time soon. Like he’ll strangle it in his need to get it to come for him, hands a little too tight around the base, holding it so he can tongue messily at the slit.

McCree fumbles for his phone and nearly drops it to the ground in his haste to get it right side up and open Snapchat. His head is pounding, and his cock is flexing and he wonders how fucking lucky one single man could be when he takes a picture of Lúcio’s near ecstatic face as he liberally drools over the toy he’s gotten himself.

‘He’s a virgin’ the message across the bottom of the picture reads as he sends it off to the one person he knows without a doubt will understand how to properly… react.

.o.

“McCree. How did you even get your hands on that?”

Reyes sounds almost disgusted, and the glance he throws McCree is definitely pissed even as he helps Lúcio to take his cock; big hands around the boy’s head to keep him from choking himself in his enthusiasm like he did earlier.

Lúcio is gazing up at them with glassy eyes and utter reverence, lips looking obscene stretched around Reyes’ cock. His cheeks are dimpled with the force of his over-eager suckling and McCree watches with a dry mouth as Gabriel’s thick fingers dance across the dip before he guides Lúcio deeper onto his dick and turns his head just so – uses the kid as a god damn fleshlight to rub the head of his cock against his cheek from the inside and make it bulge.

McCree squeezes the base of his cock tightly at the sight. He is mumbling something – thinks at least that he is answering Reyes – but his attention is on the pretty brown body stretched out between Gabriel’s thighs like an offering.

Reyes had taken command over the situation the second he had set foot into McCree’s room, and Jesse had to admit – even if only to himself – that he was kinda glad for it. He’d watched with his cock wet from Lúcio’s greedy mouth, as Gabriel had pulled the kid out of his clothes with big, surprisingly gentle hands while constantly murmuring in his ear; and kept watching as Lúcio seemed to melt against the Commander, face getting darker with a flush, fingers curling into the tight shirt Reyes was wearing, young, sleek cock curving up towards his belly with excitement.

He hadn’t expected Reyes to be such a sweet talker – whatever it was he was crooning at Lúcio as he tickled fingers along the underside of the boy’s cock and made him jerk – and if Jesse had wondered whether Lúcio would be put out at the sudden company, his fears were thoroughly assauged at the way Lúcio mewled and practically tried climbing Gabriel on the spot; easily coaxed from one cock to the other.

“Gorgeous, little treat,” he is mumbling now, metal hand sliding along Lúcio’s back – watching him shudder from the cold and lift his hips as the smooth fingers slip teasingly into the inviting little valley he has there.

He crouches down, helps himself to hands full of the perky ass and pushes his cheeks apart to get a nice, good look at the young man’s hole. It looks almost obscenely tender, the little muscle twitching under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Hey little whore. This is where the action’s at.” Jesse glances up sharply at the miffed tone and catches the tail end of Reyes pushing Lúcio’s head back around; he must have wanted to see what McCree was up to; chin messy with spit and cheeks sticky from rubbing Reyes’ cock against them.

McCree watches Lúcio strain back forward, mouth open, eager to suckle the fat brown cock back down again – only for Reyes to restrain him with a fist around the thick braids.

“Nah-ah. Not so fast. You were awfully quick letting my poor dick go just now; you can’t just dive back in as if nothing’s happened.” There was the creaking of the mattress to be heard as Reyes settled in for the long haul. McCree grinned and licked his fingers; let them drag across Lúcio’s hole and listened to the little whimper from above, pretty ass clenching for him.

“Get your tongue out. Show it to me. Yeah, good boy. Ah – but what’s that? Little virgin boy got himself a slutty piercing… Who’d’ve known.”

Gabriel, obviously; he’d seen the picture McCree sent him earlier; the piercing gleaming and in full view as Lúcio had used his cock as an ice cream cone. He looked up now; dragged his scruffy chin across Lúcio’s ass as he placed it there while gently rounding and petting his hole – occasionally dipping down to cup his tender, naked balls. The thought of Lúcio carefully shaving them had his belly clench in sudden, hot need of seeing it.

Reyes was grinning. It looked fucking feral and if McCree had been on the receiving end, he wasn’t sure whether he’d been able to still keep it up at that point. Lúcio didn’t seem to have any compunctions, however; just rocked his hips back a little, showing Jesse the wink of his gorgeous, brown little hole which he gave a little experimental kiss because he couldn’t fucking help himself.

Above, he could hear Lúcio’s whining gasp.

When he glanced up, lips still rubbing across the virgin hole, tongue dabbing at it just to be a teasing bastard, he could just about see Reyes fingering Lúcio’s obediently stretched tongue, the other hand holding his jaw in place so he wouldn’t lunge for Reyes’ cock bobbing fat and inviting just centimeters in front of his nose – or turn and look back again, watching what the fuck McCree was doing to his inexperienced, pretty cunt.

“Why’d a little boy like you get a piercing like that?”

“I…” Lúcio hesitates and McCree huffs a warm laugh right against the twitching muscle before he presses another open mouthed kiss against it – keeping just enough of Lúcio’s attention to keep him scatterbrained and twitchy, and still catch what the hell Reyes was doing. This was going to be a good one. “I just…”

Lúcio was speaking with a lisp; not even trying to get Reyes to stop fondling his tongue and the piercing, and just taking the degradation. What a good boy he was.

“No. Don’t give me that I just bullshit. We all know why you got it.” Reye’s biceps bulged and McCree was entranced by the sight of it; he imagined his former Commander was petting the soft, pink tongue with two fingers; just lovingly rubbed them across the length of it, teasing around the ball of his piercing – and not caring about Lúcio drooling down his chin.

Jesse closed his eyes, hand trailing down to fist his cock and give it a slow, loving drag from bottom to tip while pressing almost chaste kisses against the wrinkled hole; ears open for the conversation above.

“You wanted to be pretty didn’t you? Little boy with his slutty piercing in pretty brown eyes… tell me all about it.”

“I… I got dared to do it.. Online.”

McCree groaned softly into the smooth skin behind Lúcio’s balls, fingers squeezing around the tip of his cock – then slid back up, rubbing his scruffy chin against the tender skin. Lúcio twitched, knees getting restless.

“Keep your eyes on me, whore. So you did it on a dare? Are you a slut that does what random people on the net tell them to do? Did you like it?”

There was a beat of silence in which McCree could clearly hear Lúcio’s breath – fast and panting and definitely excited. McCree chose that moment to finally give him a proper lick – tongue dragging flat and wet from just behind his balls up and across the clench of his hole. Lúcio jerked again, an almost distressed cry ripping from his throat – but he answered all the same, voice shaky: “Yes! Yes I liked it. I was…”

“Hmmmmm…” Reyes breathed sinuously. Jesse shuddered, even as he started focusing more on his task; tongue rounding the tight virgin clench of Lúcio’s ass again and again and again. “You were hard, weren’t you? Got your tongue out for some guy to pierce it and got hard in your lil baggy pants?”

Lúcio sobs, body practically vibrating between the two men; caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Yes! I was so hard. Th-thinking about showing it off to… to someone. Letting them – use me?”

“Is that a question?” Reyes sounded like he was enjoying this immensely. McCree definitely did; thumb playing with his loose foreskin and pushing it across the vulnerable head of his cock, then back again – letting it drag salty pre-cum across his heated skin as he mindlessly rimmed Lúcio; getting him wet with spit. “No… ‘course it’s not a question, dejada. You want to be used like a cumrag. You’re lying awake at night, fisting that gorgeous little dick of yours thinking about men like me and McCree putting you in your place, don’t you? Shootin’ your little boy load fantasizing about your tongue in our hairy asses and your cunt on a silver platter for a good, thorough dicking.

“Oh yeah, I know sluts like you. Even as a pretty, little virgin you’re dying for some cum to warm your belly. Probably been lickin’ it off your fingers whenever you rubbed one out, eh?”

McCree had no idea what the expression on Lúcio’s face looked like but the low, dirty laugh Reyes let out was answer enough.

Fuck, but Reyes had a way with words. Sounding understanding and insulting in equal measures until Lúcio was squirming between them; whimpering and totally forgetting to clench his nervous little pussy up so McCree could fit his tongue inside and rub it against the silky, spongey walls.

“That’s all right, boy. C’mere. Papi got a nice treat for sloppy whores that get their tongues pierced. Yeaaah that’s right. Open up nice and wide. Gonna clean your throat with my cock, nene.”

–

The kid, in many ways, reminded Gabriel of McCree. He’d been just as greedy – desperate – for cock; made the same mindless, little noises in the back of his throat when sucking dick; got just as excited and shivery when he got his ass played with like McCree did to him just now.

In other ways, he was totally different. The air of a well-trained cockwhore wasn’t present with this one. Of course.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes and clear fluid glistening at the bottom of his nose whenever Gabriel pushed in a little deeper and made him gag, nostrils flaring, fingers digging into the bedding. He was trying so hard not to have a coughing fit and bite accidentally – it was quite remarkable.

His little tongue felt like sin; weakly fluttering up and rubbing against the veiny shaft whenever he thought of doing so; the hard ball of his piercing clearly tangible as it pressed against his flesh.

He reacted to praise just as violent as he did to insults; little “pretty baby”s getting the same mindless gurgle of need as the “used up slut”s. Lúcio took it all and would’ve thanked him for it if Gabriel had demanded it and his mouth wasn’t full, throat bulging as Gabriel tried to teach him how to take his cock down, only for the boy to start gagging again, tears sliding down his cheeks and drool slipping from the corner of his mouth.

McCree, for his part, seemed just as transfixed by the happenings as the kid himself. Peeking along the slope of the gorgeous brown back, Reyes could just about see the top half of McCree’s blissed out face; the way his shoulder moved as he jerked himself while licking and sucking away at the pretty peach that was the kid’s virgin hole.

Yeah… that cunt. They’d get to that later. Slow and steady; make it spread around their fingers until they could comfortably stuff him. Have him sit on their dicks and cry with the spread and – fuck but that was a nice image.

The pretty DJ distraught from taking cock for the first time and getting his little puss stretched out…

“Hey,” he grunts, one hand sliding onto the back of Lúcio’s head preemptively, eyes narrowed in concentration as his gut starts tightening up. “Brace yourself. Gonna be a good boy and swallow it all, yeah?”

And – bless his heart – the boy looks up at him with wet, wide eyes, brow sweaty and shoulders jerking whenever McCree does something, and he god damn nods. Eager whore flutters his tongue clumsily against Reyes’ dick, presses his piercing against it and looks so determined to…

Gabriel grits his teeth as he comes, hand tight and restricting, holding Lúcio in place even when he realizes what was happening, eyes widening that little bit more, throat first bulging then constricting as he tries in vain to swallow the thick load of cum that Reyes pumps into him.

After seconds it starts spilling out the corners of the boy’s mouth, past his cock, dripping thick and creamy down his chin while Lúcio sputters and gags, more tears slipping down his cheeks and panic making his body shake uncontrollably.

Gabriel does have mercy, then – pulls out with one big fist around his cock and a grit out “Close yer eyes”, keeping the dark, swollen tip aimed straight at Lúcio’s face. He is aware – barely – of McCree groaning and sitting up; furiously jerking his cock and baring his teeth like a dog as he aims for the kid’s brown, gorgeous bubble butt; but ultimately can just stare at Lúcio’s face dripping his load.

It is sliding across the bridge of his nose and the lid of one eye; streaked across his cheeks and dripping out of his panting open mouth with his tongue lolling out in exhaustion.

He looks wrecked – and still tries to grin; shy and hopeful, one brown eye faithfully glancing at Reyes like he hung the fucking moon and stars.

“Damn, kid,” he murmurs, chest feeling warm as he wipes a bit of cum away with his thumb and offers it up; watching as Lúcio eagerly suckels it in. When he glances up, McCree has the stupidest, shit eating grin on his scruffy face and gives him a thumbs-up.

Reyes wants to bash his head in, but he can’t help feeling fond when it’s been the ingrate that put this gorgeous little treat right at his feet.