Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: McCree/B.O.B.
Warnings: group sex, sloppy seconds, creampie, size difference
Notes: For bendoverwatchweek on PF!Â
Size difference | Stockings | Handjobs | Public Sex | Frottage
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Itâs always been one of the stranger Deadlock past times, but once McCree gets a taste for it, he canât much turn it down. Especially not when a favorite of his is front and center. Moraleâs high after a big heist, and straws get drawn and belts come unbuckled.
McCreeâs reclined in his favorite chair, a beer in hand and pants unbuttoned. He palms himself in lazy, easy gropes, not keen on workinâ himself up too quickly when he still has time to kill.
B.O.B.âs on his back on the largest table they got, offered up for the gang in that quiet way of his, old habits from his time of seen but not heard. Not that McCree minds; when B.O.B. does make a sound, a startled grunt, a breathless burst of static, it feels like a prize. One of the triplets drags his cock along the ridges of B.O.B.âs mustache while Bars works between his thighs. Itâs always interestinâ to see which the sniper picked. His tastes changed on a dime, but his pushiness didnât. He rudely pumps into the larger omnic, maybe hoping for a sound or two to stroke his ego as much as B.O.B.âs insides stroke his cock.
Omnics are interesting, âspecially the upgrades they choose to get. Hidden beneath B.O.B.âs chaps and metal panel is a small, innocuous spot, but press it a little, give his cock a stroke or two, and it slicks up nice and pretty. The same spot Barsâs currently giving all heâs got to, rutting hard enough to jostle, wet, eager sounds meshing with his hissing, broken synth. Must be pent up since he curls over B.O.B.âs huge stomach moments later, shuddering and groaning. He finishes with a few hard shoves for good measure, mean, gangly thing, before slapping B.O.B.âs thigh and pulling out.
McCree chugs the rest of his beer before standing, eyes never leaving that messy, twitching hole he can only see by how shiny and ruined it is. By the time heâs tugged his dick out, the one tripletâs gone too. Good thing, McCree doesnât much like lookinâ at him, but the string of cum he left along B.O.B.âs faceplate has an certain allure.
âB.O.B., ya ready?â he drawls, hefting his cock by its base, tapping it against that messy spot heâs aiming to sink into within the minute.
B.O.B.âs lights flicker, eyes focusing and unfocusing. McCree draws a finger down the omnicâs cock, segmented and throbbing beneath his touch.
âTheyâve been mean to ya. But I wonât let ya go unsatisfied.â
He grasps B.O.B.âs cock, a thick sonavabitch that he canât get his whole fist around, rolls his thumb beneath its fat tip, smearing the lime green slick that matches his lights. The omnic shudders, cock twitching in his warm, calloused grip.
âOoh, needy thing. Donât worry.â
McCree angles his own cock down and presses inside, cum and slick dribbling out as he goes, the squelch of it burning his ears and guts, and all McCree can do is grin like a maniac and keep going. Itâs a rush when a massive thing like B.O.B. submits so prettily, the thighs framing McCree larger ân life and quaking with the slow, even push.
He takes his time, and why not? Itâs his turn, he wants to enjoy this, and more than that he wants B.O.B. to enjoy it, the clicked tongues and huffed sighs from the onlookers tickling the back of McCreeâs neck and warming his stomach. Deep, rhythmic, slow, the sweet call of orgasm a speck on the horizon that he ambles towards, watching the flickering of B.O.B.âs lights, how still and cute and quiet he goes, a nearly inaudible squeak as McCree swivels his thumb beneath the omnicâs glans just once, never stopping the smooth roll of his hips. B.O.B. trembles, such a sight; McCree bites his lower lip, moans through the flutter of B.O.Bâs body around him as the omnic overloads in a gush across his segmented, round stomach.
âThere we goâŚâ McCree groans, hips stumbling. âHope you donât mind if Iââ
B.O.B.âs calves cross behind McCreeâs back, urging him closer, deeper, the rippling clench of him stealing his breath. McCreeâs single laugh dips into a moan as his hands find B.O.B.âs waist, as he rolls his hips just a bit harder, eyes dark beneath a sweaty, drawn brow.
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Jesse reads over the note, looking over it twice. Should he feel jealous of whoever this is? He does but only for a moment. Before Bob takes his hand. He looks to his hand in the omnicâs. The realization hits him.
âOh.â He leans back to look up at him. âMe? Ya sure? I ainât the best fer committinâ ta somethinâ. More oâ a one night stand typa fella.â He doesnât want Bob to be disappointed.
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[ooh all of 'em sound good.... i'm especially interested to see your take on McBob tho! :3c ]
When he was younger heâd jacked off to the thought of being with Bob.
Past a certain point itâd been all he thought of other than guns and money and for a few months of what felt like hell and heaven at the same time heâd been hard so much that heâd thought for sure the omnic would have noticed and done something, anything about it.
He hadnât, and eventually itâd just been wet dreams and fantasies that had slipped into the recesses of his memory during Blackwatch and beyond.
Until now. Standing next to that great hulk of an omnic and feeling all of that just rush back in a strangely muted but still embarrassing way. Theyâd made their peace, it wasnât anything between them that had anger or resentment attached like he had with Ashe, and older, more confident Jesse had turned and asked almost offhandedly if Bob was interested in coming back to his hotel for a drink.
A cocked head and finally a nod had been his answer, which leads them to where they are now. With McCree eyeing the well maintained frame and grinning around his fifth beer. Flirting shamelessly, inhibitions starting to drift away with the good company and alcohol.
But itâs Bob who makes the first move, one massive hand reaching to touch Jesseâs knee gently, optics shuttering and head tilted in a silent question that the cowboy has no trouble understanding.
And if his breathed, âGoddamn yes,â is any indication, heâs more than happy to answer.
The bed isnât made for so much weight so they improvise. McCree straddling the omnicâs thighs and nuzzling about his face as much as his hands are stroking around seams and joins that hide wires beneath them. Only giving a mumbled, â...internet,â when Bob gives him a look for knowing just where they are.
Then itâs clothes stripped off piece by piece until only underwear remain and thatâs when the outlaw pauses, unsure. Placing Sheila on top of Bobâs dome and giving him a crooked, somewhat hesitant grin.
âIâm afraid yer gonna have tâ take thâ reins here, sweetheart, I ainât got a clue what yâgot anâ what yâdonât. Want tâmake this good fer ya, though, ainât jusâ about me.â
Bobâs optics shutter again, then again, and he leans back with a contemplative look that tells Jesse he might have been a bit unclear about what he was after. Sex, obviously, but not one sided. Not just him getting off. A slow nod comes after a few seconds and while Jesseâs waiting, slightly confused, he feels both heat and something under his ass.
...but also, he sees the omnic carefully removing an armor plate over a cluster of wires and guiding McCreeâs hand up to them. Helping him find certain ones and venting softly as theyâre explored and manipulated carefully. Grinning in true delight the first time he gets a little shudder out of his new partner.
Five minutes later he has a just-thick-enough cock in his ass and fingers absolutely tangled in those wires. Groaning as his manipulations make Bob thrust just a little bit harder than he was before. Toes curled up and dick leaving smears of pre across metal and flesh alike.
He gets Bob to come first, static sparking across his frame and eyes going blindingly bright for a second before heâs still, moving again when a fully body shudder runs through him and catches Jesse off guard, a big hand closing over his dick and vibrating. Makes the cowboy curse and jerk and then heâs spitting his load into that hand with hips jerking until he feels the edge of too much and nudges the hand away to collapse panting across the omnicâs big chest.
Itâs miles better than he ever imagined.
Goddamn he hopes that theyâll get to do this again.
Some of y'all like McCree as much as I do...so I made me a McAnyone server. Where anyone can share the cowboy love. You can rp, or just hangout. Gotta be 18+ just in case (sorry little ones) so message me for an invite!
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Title: by chance we find a question answered sweetly (1/1)
Relationships: Jesse/BOB.
Notes: M. Spit kink, developing relationship, size difference. I wrote this very indulgent BOB/Jesse scene for my fic hot oil spit, and I decided to take it out of context (with some editing) for people who just want to read mcbob.
Summary: Jesse remembers what it feels like to be small and vulnerable and delicate with BOB sitting on the edge of his bed.
â read here on ao3