12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

Jesse/Hanzo/Reaper/Soldier76 – continuation of this – loss of virginity; chubby mccree; insecurity; rimming; DP – The guys seem hellbent on making Jesse lose his mind.

Jack is still so very hard when he pulls out carefully, his face contorted in what looks like intense pain but has to be something else because he proceeds to jerk off very carefully. They all grab at Jesse and roll him onto his back. He wants to feel guilty about how brick red Jack’s dick is, conspicuously wet until about half of the fat shaft, but it is difficult to have coherent thoughts when he still feels floaty and warm and soft from his orgasm.

Jesse stares at the first cock that’s been spreading him open while the muscles in his belly are still contracting, and wonders dimly how that monster has managed to fit in him. His hole feels tender and impossibly swollen; like his rim has to pout grotesquely after just the bit of not-quite-fucking it received, and when Jack’s hand wanders between his thighs, his fingers gently touching him, he wants to squirm away in a first embarrassed knee-jerk reaction.

Jack does not look like he’s particularly concerned or disgusted of what he is feeling, though; his wide, blunt fingers hook into Jesse’s hole just-like-that, sliding in deep on the wetness he’s managed to fuck into him, and Jesse makes a weird croaking sound.

There is motion all around him.

Gabriel is moving down his side, and leaning above his cock – still so stubbornly chubby as if he hadn’t already come twice in an embarrassingly short amount of time – but before he can watch him open his mouth and get his slippery tongue out against Jesse’s dick again, Hanzo is shoving himself in his view.

The archer has been surprisingly reserved; generous, even, given the fact he’d graciously given Jesse his tongue, dragging it wet and warm across his dick, and, from the look of a bit of cum still at the corner of his mouth and the wet glisten of his beard, also lapping it up dutifully after getting all that thick warm cream pumped all over his lips and chin.

His dark eyes are glistening as he studies Jesse – especially his wide mouth and strong jaw, and when he moves again, it is to throw one of his thighs across Jesse’s head and presenting him with an up-close and personal view of his tight ass and the delicious arch of his back.

“I think we have babied you enough,” Jesse can hear his faintly accented voice, cool and superior sounding just the way he does out on the practice range. Jesse stares, watching as Hanzo reaches back and grabs at his ass, spreading the cheeks and showing the delicious little clench of his hole to Jesse who just stares, mouth soft and open in a surprised little ‘o’. “It is time you earned your keep, don’t you think?”

Hanzo has turned his head, peeking down over his shoulder at Jesse. Haughty. Jesse stares back up, rabbit caught in the headlights, mouth working soundlessly.

Finally he can get out a rough “What-” but before he can fully ask, Hanzo sits down on his face and everything becomes dark and warm.

He panics for a moment when he can’t *breathe* but his body gets the gist before his brain does and he opens his mouth wide and gets his tongue out. He can just about get enough oxygen while he shyly tongues at Hanzo’s hole.

Everything is a lot more confusing when his world is narrowed down to the dark confines of Hanzo’s ass. Even his hearing is muffled by the muscular thighs practically clenched around his ears. It has something… comforting, almost – there’s nothing too complicated about licking an ass and Jesse does not have to fret about whether his belly is scrunched up in a fatty fold or whether the others can see how the chub on his hips jiggles when he carefully rounds Hanzo’s hole with the tip of his tongue.

He can feel hands hooking behind his knees and pulling his legs up high until his hips curve off of the bed. There’s the sensation of someone awkwardly sliding underneath him from the side. He stops licking, just huffing wet and warm against Hanzo Shimada’s pretty cunt, trying to make his muddled brain figure out what they’re up to.

There are fingers at his hole. Dully, he is aware of how it is presented to the room; how all of them must have a pretty great view of how flushed and pouty it is after his very first dicking. Someone grabs his balls and gently pushes them out of the way. He can hear them talking.

The fingers in his hole tug, opening it up, and Jesse whines until Hanzo grinds his ass down on him. He can hear his distinct, deep voice bark something – probably ‘get on with it’ – and continues his licking, though a lot more distracted now.

He whimpers when a cock slides into him; awkward and from below, but still fat and enough to make him whimper – and then there is *another* touch at his rim, blunt and swollen, and his breath hitches, then stops when a second dick is trying to cram its way in alongside the first.

Jesse’s body reacts on instinct, his legs kicking until two pairs of hands start restraining him. He howls but Hanzo grinds his ass down until he feels like his nose has to break sooner or later. He suffocates in Shimada’s ass while the guys carefully try to spread his tender hole on their fat dicks. Tears spring up in Jesse’s eyes. He is sure it can’t fit. It *hurts*, but someone is squeezing copious amounts of lube into him until he feels embarrassingly sloppy and everything just… *slides*.

He whines into Hanzo’s ass, hiccuping every now and then. He feels like a swollen wound; like he is about to burst or something. Everything is hot and achy and his brain is a bit muddled from low-key panic as the men try to fuck him on two cocks but only just about manage to spread him on the tips.

He can hear a strangled voice ‘too tight… fuck… just jerk off into him…’ and then another ‘I want to fill him up this time’.

His balls are pulsating. They feel as full and ripe as they had minutes earlier. Jesse feels like he has to go insane. There is no way he can come again. His cock is *soft*.

But again, the tide of an orgasm is slowly rising.

10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

McCree/Hanzo/Reyes/Morrison – virgin!McCree; chubby!McCree; premature ejaculation; body worship; chub appreciation; self-loathing in the beginning – McCree has stumbled into the clutches of three horny, hungry men.

He doesn’t know how he’s stumbled his way into this situation. He doesn’t know how to get out of it again, either. Hanzo is at his left, Morrison at his right, and the goddamn *Commander* is down at his knee level, looking like a big, dangerous cat as he grins up at him wide and lowers his head, cheek rubbing against the bulge straining in Jesse’s jeans.

“Always wanted to get my fingers on that gorgeous fat cock,” he purrs.

Jesse gurgles something. His belly twists uncomfortably at the word *fat* but his cock is too nervously excited by the proceedings. He swallows and struggles half-heartedly, trying to pull his arms out of the grip Hanzo and Morrison have on him.

He feels like a bug wiggling on his back. A fat bug. He glances around at the tightly muscled bodies around him, then back at Reyes whose face is half-hidden behind the roll of chub spilling above Jesse’s jeans.

He swallows and closes his eyes tightly. He’s only wanted to give them his report and be on his way. He hadn’t meant to barge right into the hot and heavy make-out session between the three.

“I ah…”

He makes a high-pitched, pathetic sound as he feels Reyes open his pants. He sucks his belly in and feels his cheeks go a dark, ruddy red under his unkempt beard.

“I can go again,” he offers and Morrison laughs next to him, deep and rough.

“Oh no… we want you to *come*.” Hanzo huffs on the other side, sounding annoyed by the pun. His dark eyes are sharp like a bird of prey’s, taking in Jesse’s pathetic body and he feels sick with it until his cock is out and Reyes makes a sound like he’s dying and loving every second of it.

“Goddamn it’s good. Fuck… Been waiting for years for this…”

Jesse wheezes as Reyes’ mouth shoves over the crown of his cock, wet and hot and silky. He jerks again, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Reyes sucks, and Jesse, pathetically, humiliatingly comes without fanfare. One second he’s shaking in Morrison’s and Shimada’s grip, the next his hips are lifting up and Reyes makes a sound of surprise as hot, thick cum splashes against his tongue.

There’s a ringing in Jesse’s ears and it takes him a while to realize that everything has become deathly silent. When he opens his eyes, all three men are staring at him with wide eyes.

He pulls his hand out of Morrison’s slack grip and lets it slap against his face.

“Shit…” he mumbles. He does not know what he expects them to do next. Definitely not them crawling all over him, their mouths wet and needy as they suck at his soft tits and bite against the chub on his hips.

“Damn that was hot… fuck… you’re so sensitive, aren’t you?”

He can’t make out who said it. It could’ve been Morrison; might have even been Reyes. There are hands between his legs, urging them apart, kneading his thick thighs until the big muscles there jump.

Someone is at his balls, weighing their heft and feeling how big and full they still are.

They don’t ask him, thankfully, though that might just mean it is glaringly, pathetically obvious: Jesse McCree’s still a virgin. His cock is big and fat still, drooling against his belly until someone pulls it up and pushes their greedy, wet mouth across it.

He whines and arches. He wants to feel humiliated as someone squeezes his soft, chubby tits and pushes them together like a pair of breasts, but they sound just as fucked out as he does; murmuring feverishly about how hot he is; how nice his dick is; how good it feels in their greedy hands and greedier mouths.

“Could fuck those tits…” that was Morrison.

There’s a tongue at his balls and when Jesse makes himself look down, Shimada has switched places with Reyes and is nuzzling and sucking at the large testicles; testing how loose they are in the silky skin.

Jesse thinks he must be dreaming… or dying. He bucks helplessly and Reyes has mercy on him; provides him with his greedy, hot mouth to fuck into.

The thought makes Jesse’s brain stall. He is fucking someone. His dick is in a warm, welcoming hole and he’s fucking, however inexpert, into it; taking what he wants.

Reyes sounds about as delirious as Jesse feels. Like he’s the one allowed to nervously rabbit-fuck into his first soft orifice instead of Jesse, whose brain is feeling liquid by now.

Morrison is lowering himself, his rough fingers pinching at Jesse’s fat, sensitive nipples, making his trembling mouth drop open in a wordless cry.

He bends down, noses at Jesse’s hot flushed ear and murmurs: “Pretty little virgin, aren’t’cha?”

And Jesse comes again into Reyes’ mouth; all across his hot, clever tongue, and Hanzo curses low, his silky voice gone rough and deep. Jesse can hear an indistinct: “Just ten minutes… my God…”

But it does not make much sense. Not when there’s a hand on his twitching sac, lovingly cradling it as if it wants to help him push out all that thick creamy cum stored in there.

Someone is grabbing at his belly, digging their fingers into the chub, and for once in his life it is not followed by a wave of self-loathing anxiety.

He almost sobs.

Was in the mood for some thicc virgin McCree 🙂

Jesse’s belly trembles, then contracts, hips jerking up fuck his cock deeper into his fist. The glide is rough; there’s too little slick and he’s gripping himself too hard, but the pain adds to the sensations and makes his toes curl until he skirts on the edges of having a cramp.

On the screen between his knees the men have changed position. He glances for a second, then whines, clenches his eyes shut; the image burned into his mind: one of them on his knees, one cheek bulging with cock as he leisurely plays with the other.

Jesse imagines this happening to himself. A warm, silky mouth to fuck his cock into. Press his swollen, slick tip against the velvety inside of a cheek. T-Touch himself on the other side-

He groans and bucks again, hissing when the rough palm of his hand catches at his foreskin. Beneath the silky fold is a bit of slick gathered; enough to swirl around the fat head but not enough to slick the rest of his cock which is hot and blood heavy in his hand.

His other hand travels, cupping his chest and squeezing, nails scratching through the thick hair before he finds a small rusty red nipple and pinches it.

From the screen he can hear the slick sound of a mouth getting dragged along a dick; soft gurgling when it gets nudged into the throat of the kneeling man, and Jesse’s brain can’t keep up; can’t even begin to imagine how it would be to f-fuck someone’s th…throat…

He lets go of his abused nipple, hand slipping own, past his swollen, warm ballsac. His thick, hairy thighs frame the screen he’s placed carefully on his bed and he stares but he doesn’t really see. His ears are pounding beneath the tangle of his hair, pulse jumping as he touches his hole with a slightly shaky finger.

He presses a bit harder against the tight clench, and then he comes – thick ropes splashing against his hairy, twitching belly, his head falling back, scruffy throat swelling with a long, relieved groan as his hips gently fuck up, riding the orgasm to the last drop.

Afterwards, he gets a bit sheepish, as per usual. Lies there and sleepily stares at the ceiling, thinking how ridiculous he is, fantasizing about this stuff and not simply going into a bar and getting someone to finally let him…

Oh well. He’s simply too shy.

Tiiiny ficlet accompanying this gorgeous pic drawn by @kinasty after I asked for permission 😀 Virgin!McCree jerking it for Hanzo

“It doesn’t take much for you to get… excited, does it?” Hanzo asks almost conversationally, gaze fixed on McCree’s crotch. He doesn’t look put out – interested, rather – yet still McCree flushes and closes the lazy spread of his legs rather self-consciously. He was too aware of his cock; pounding and fattening up just from the sight of his teammate’s naked chest.

Hanzo looked handsome sitting on the other side of the room, methodically brushing out his hair with meditative tranquility. Jesse hadn’t even been aware that he was being noticed, lounging on the bed as he had been, quietly suffering through the burning, nervous arousal.

Hanzo’s dark eyes were inquisitive, face impassive as he stared at the gratifyingly large bulge. He was playing idly with his comb, and couldn’t deny a certain shiver of pleasure running through him when he noticed McCree’s single-minded attention. The man was dedicated, at least – even if he was looking mortified and ashamed as he did now, knees starting to move together to shield the lovely mound of his cock from view, only –

“Stop.”

Hanzo’s voice brook no argument and McCree stilled immediately. He swallowed – Hanzo could hear it across the room – and blew out a sharp breath. He tried to look like he wasn’t concerned of the proceedings and utterly failed.

“I don’t mind. In fact…” Hanzo turned minimally, fingers still idly playing with his comb – half because he needed his fingers occupied lest he curled them around McCree’s unfairly gorgeous cock, and half because it made his biceps move and McCree seemed to rather like the view; if his feverish gaze and parted lips were to be believed. “I think this might be an excellent opportunity.”

McCree blinks once, twice, and still his gaze remains hazy. His hips are moving a little – it was probably getting rather uncomfortable in his pants and Hanzo couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry. He licks his lips and clears his throat.

“O-opportunity? For…”

“An opportunity to train yourself. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” McCree repeats dumbly. His hands are curling into loose fists. He looks almost close to tears when Hanzo lifts his comb again and resumes his grooming – like he is helpless to his own animal desires; gaze taking in the movement of Hanzo’s pecs as he moves. He groans low in his throat.

“Yes. You should pleasure yourself for me. The more you get used to company, the longer you might…” he stops himself and slants a gaze over towards McCree. He looks flustered and unsure like a little boy. “… I would like to witness it,” Hanzo admits a little more gently. Coaxing – and is rewarded by McCree’s shuddering breath as he actually moves without further quarrell, fingers shaky as he opens his belt buckle, face half hidden behind the brim of his hat.

He’s spreading his legs and pulling his booted feet up unto Hanzo’s bed, and Hanzo can’t find it in himself to tell him off because McCree has pulled out his cock and it looks… good. Thick and long, and flushed just as dark as McCree’s embarrassed face.

His mouth runs dry at the sight. He remembers having his hands on it; getting ready to fuck his throat onto McCree’s fat cock, only for him to come way too fast, and…

“B-be gentle, darlin’,” Jesse says, voice wavering. He has got his fingers around the base, pushing his cock away from his shivering belly. He is holding it up for Hanzo’s viewing pleasure, Hanzo realizes with a small jolt.

He already looks so close already. Again. He can’t bring himself to be annoyed at it – not when McCree is peeking at him from beneath his hat, sweaty and riled up just from the sight of Hanzo naked to his waist, brushing out his hair.

“Go slow,” Hanzo tells him, voice pitched low, dark eyes taking in the sight of Jesse leaning back on his bed, biting his lips and trying so hard not to let his shivery hips jerk up coltish into his own, caressing fingers.

“I’ll be gentle with you, Jesse. Just go slow. You’re doing very well.”

yo. almost kind of crack? virgin!McCree getting a blowjob from Hanzo…

OR DOES HE?!

“Ah… A-A-Ah don’t know about this, pardner,” McCree mumbled, studiously staring at the ceiling instead of at Hanzo crouched between his thighs, fingers working on his belt.

When Hanzo looks up at him, annoyed at McCree’s… everything, he sees him quickly dart a glance at his chest, then looking away once more with his scruffy cheeks getting darker with a furious blush.

Hanzo squints at him; confused at McCree’s sudden bashfulness after weeks and weeks of little playful innuendos and harmless flirting – and then that shower last week in which Hanzo had gotten a glimpse of what Jesse was packing and his idle interest had fanned into a sudden, white hot fire of want.

“What is there not to know about?” he asks sharp, unwilling to play along with whatever little game McCree was thinking of now. His hand was on the big, warm bulge of McCree’s cock. He could smell the warm body and faint sweat; saliva flooding his mouth as he thought about the salty tang he’d have on his tongue in a few moments. How wide the meaty cock would spread him open, how heavy it would be on his tongue.

“Ah’m not quite… Ah mean…” His eyes flick down again, staring at Hanzo’s face peering up at him regal and handsome, then slide farther down to stare at his chest. He stops speaking and just looks at Hanzo’s pecs. He seems transfixed by the fact that he could see both after Hanzo had slipped out of his yukata.

A smug, little grin tugged at the corners of Hanzo’s mouth. He hid it behind the whiskers of his beard by tilting his head forward and over McCree’s crotch.

The shorts were already damp when Hanzo petted across it, getting himself riled up and excited by the contours of McCree’s dick. He slipped curious fingers through the slit in the front, and warm humidity greeted him, apart from coarse, thick pubes that he gave a gentle scratch around the thick base of the cock which had McCree jerking and nearly knee him in the ribs.

“McCree.”

“S-Sorry. Uh. Sorry. Yeah. Alright. So this is… happenin’, I guess?”

Hanzo grunted in affirmation, not paying too much attention to McCree himself because he finally made acquaintance with what he’d wanted to meet for days now. McCree’s cock practically leaped into his hand; sliding between his fingers silky and strong as Hanzo gingerly freed it from his boxers.

He sat back on his haunches, thumb idly rubbing just beneath the swollen, dark head. McCree’s cock was gorgeous, he was almost loathe to admit; flexing in his grip, skin feeling tacky with the pre-cum dribbling from the slit.

Hanzo felt an excited sizzle in his belly at seeing how wet McCree got. He should’ve known the American would be… ah… messy.

“Disgusting,” he murmured, voice thrumming with excitement. He leaned forward, daintily tonguing at the wet head, the saltiness of the pre-cum exploding on his taste buds. He could feel the muscles in his shoulders start to loosen.

Sucking cock always relaxed Hanzo.

A choked-off sound from above had him slant his gaze upwards, not too interested in McCree’s silliness now that he finally had his hands on his prize.

What he saw, though, gave him a little pause; enough so to draw slightly back, eyebrows drawn together in mild annoyance. McCree wasn’t even looking at him anymore. In fact, he’d crammed his silly hat onto his face, inhaling – as far as Hanzo could tell – heavily into it’s confines in between high, doggishly whining sounds.

Why wasn’t he looking at him? What was wrong with this silly cowboy?

Hanzo huffed, both hands now around McCree’s cock, idly squeezing it a little between his palms.

“McCree. Look at me.”

“Ah’d… rather not,” he groaned behind his hat. He wasn’t sitting still, either. His hips were moving as if trying to twist away; wriggling a little, then nudging up as if shyly trying to fuck between Hanzo’s fingers.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Hanzo snapped. He waited for McCree to finally push his hat back where it belonged and gingerly peek down at him with glassy eyes, before he was satisfied and leaned forward once more, satisfied that he had an audience.

His belly clenched tight in need, finally able to get his lips around McCree and suck his delightful cock. He’d take his time. Savor this moment and make McCree stop with his antics so he’d…

Everything happened so fast, though. Hanzo barely registered the pained whine above him before McCree’s cock jerked in the strangling grip of his hands, cum splashing out in lazy, messy dribbles that hit Hanzo’s chin and throat just as much as the knuckles of his frozen hands.

He stared, dumbfounded, at McCree’s cock. He could feel cum soaking into his beard and sliding down his skin.

“Oh… d-damn… S-Sorry, pardner,” McCree stuttered. Hat in his hands once more, holding it in front of his chest.

“…What.”