#chubby!mccree

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.