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McCree/Pharah/Brigitte
Word Count: ~2300
Rating: Explicit | No Warnings
Additional Tags: Pet Play, trans!Brigitte, Threesome - F/F/M, Explicit Smut, Daddy Kink
It takes Fareeha two tries to get her keys in the door. She’s too excited, and her fingers keep slipping on everything as she shoves the door open with her hip and carries all of her things inside. She hasn’t been gone too long, just a 24 hour mission in the UK, but the thought of coming home to Jesse puts her in a sort of frenzy.
She sets her bags down right by the door and listens for the sounds of her boyfriend. Only one light is on, and there’s a few dishes in the sink, but there’s no immediate sign of Jesse. He’s usually expecting her, especially since she texted him when the drop ship landed, but the apartment is quiet. Almost silent, but not quite.
There are noises coming from the bedroom. It only takes two steps before Fareeha realizes exactly what is going on.
She didn’t know Brigitte was coming over tonight.
The sounds are unmistakable, Jesse’s moans and growls mixed with Brigitte’s soft whines. Fareeha has heard them countless times before, and every memory only serves to make her more flustered. The sounds get louder as she approaches the door, and her panties are soaked before she even touches the handle.
Jesse doesn’t turn as she slips into the room; she has no way of knowing if he notices her or not. He’s on his knees on the bed, hands on Brigitte’s hips as he slams into her from behind. Fareeha can see the sway of Brigitte’s tits as Jesse fucks into her.
Even though she didn’t live with them, Brigitte was a frequent player in Fareeha’s and Jesse’s sex life. She fit in nicely, sweet but domineering, always deferring to Jesse’s command and always willing to put Fareeha in her proper place.
“Daddy, I’m home,” Fareeha says, unable to tear her eyes from Brigitte’s huge tits.
Jesse turns to grin at her, pace not even slowing. Brigitte whines and cranes her neck to look at Fareeha. She’s a wreck, flushed bright red and practically drooling. Her eyes are glazed, but she still brightens when she sees Fareeha standing in the doorway.
“Hey there, kitten,” he drawls. “Why don’t you get your collar and come join us?” He slaps Brig’s ass, smiling wider as she cries out and clenches on his cock.
Fareeha watches with a dazed expression, nodding dumbly as she soaks through her shorts. A second passes before Jesse’s words register, and she darts out of the room to retrieve her things.
Her collar and ears are just where they should be. Jesse is very particular about putting everything back in its proper place. Fareeha has no such qualms, and tosses her clothes into a pile on the floor before snatching the headband up. She looks at her tail longingly as she slips the ears on. Maybe Brigitte can come back tomorrow and they can play with the full set. She’ll have to remember to ask.
The collar takes a bit of time to fasten, but Fareeha has had plenty of practice, and soon the leather is nestled around her neck, not too tight, not too loose.
Jesse is still relentlessly fucking Brigitte when Fareeha slips back into the bedroom.
“Is this alright, Daddy?” she asks. Jesse rakes his eyes over her body. His gaze is appreciative and hungry.
“That’s perfect kitten. Come give Daddy a kiss.” Fareeha bounds over, throwing her arms around Jesse’s neck as he kisses her deeply. He takes one of her breasts in his hand, pinching and rolling the nipple just to feel her gasp into his mouth. “Such a good girl,” he praises. “Why don’t you kneel for me, right in front of my baby here?” Jesse leans forward and wraps an arm around Brigitte’s middle, pulling her off of her elbows so that her back is to Jesse’s chest. Fareeha dutifully slides into the space he made for her.
It’s the perfect spot for her. The bounce of Brigitte’s tits is mesmerizing, and this way Fareeha can see both of their faces. Brigitte is almost crying with desperation and pleasure. Faree knows from experience that Jesse has probably been fucking her for a long while with no reprieve. Her theory is confirmed when she sees the smug expression on her Daddy’s face.
“You want to come, baby?” Jesse growls into Brig’s ear. The sound nearly makes Fareeha whine. Brigitte seems even more affected, crying out and nodding.
“Please, Daddy!” She cries. “Please let me come!”
Jesse locks eyes with Fareeha and grins. “Do you want a treat, kitten?”
Fareeha nods, eyes wide. She knows how this game goes. Jesse has been edging Brigitte for hours, bringing her to peak after peak but never letting her spill her seed. He’s been waiting for Fareeha to get home.
Fareeha leans forward, opening her mouth wide and letting her tongue loll out. It’s a desperate, slutty look.
“Good kittens drink their cream out of a bowl,” Jesse raises an eyebrow. The sight of Fareeha being such a willing little slut for him makes his balls tighten, and it takes all of his restraint not to finish right then and there.
Fareeha blinks and regains her composure. She follows Jesse’s gaze to the beside table where a small china saucer is resting, perfectly pristine. Fareeha takes it in her hands, cradling it like a precious treasure.
“Good girl,” Jesse reaches down to wrap a large, warm hand around Brigitte’s thick cock. The sensation itself is enough to make her shudder and moan. Fareeha quickly positions the saucer just at the head of her cock. Jesse will likely spank her if she lets a single drop go to waste.
Brigitte’s eyes roll back and her entire posture relaxes as she realises she finally gets to come after such a long, rough fucking. Jesse strokes her with long, rough moves of his hand over her cock, milking her until her seed spills into the saucer. Brigitte shakes and cries as Jesse talks her through her orgasm.
“That’s it baby,” he says. “We’ve got to make sure we’ve got a nice treat for our kitten. You did so good for us. Gotta make sure we get it all out. Wouldn’t want our kitten to go hungry, would we?”
Fareeha watches thick, creamy seed spill into the bowl, hypnotized by the sight of Brigitte’s dripping cock. Jesse works the last few drops from her tip and drags it over the edge of cool china. Fareeha can only imagine the shock.
Jesse gazes down at Fareeha, watches her stare at the warm cream as it settles in the bottom of the saucer. He clears his throat and her eyes snap up, wide with anticipation.
“Why don’t you set that down and drink up like a good kitten?” Jesse is still buried in Brig’s ass, rocking into her slowly as she slumps in Jesse’s arms, fucked out and delirious. He carefully lays her on her back, making sure that Fareeha gets a good view of them both when she looks up from her bowl.
Fareeha sets the bowl on the bed, bracing herself on her elbows and knees as she eagerly laps up Brigitte’s come. It’s everything she could have wanted, and she moans as she drags her tongue through the thick cream.
Jesse pats Fareeha’s head and settles between Brigitte’s thick, muscular thighs. The brunette’s eyes snap open and she gasps as Jesse slips his cock back into her. She’s overstimulated and exhausted, but Jesse hasn’t finished yet. He sets a steady pace as he watches Fareeha enjoy her treat.
His kitten is meticulous as she cleans Brigitte’s seed from the bowl. She carefully licks even stripes across the china, eagerly trying to taste every drop.
The sight of his kitten enjoying herself so thoroughly -- being so good for him -- is what finally pushes Jesse over the edge. He pulls out of Brigitte, stroking himself through his orgasm as he spills his own seed over Brigitte’s heaving tits. Fareeha’s eyes snap up as she realizes her Daddy is finally finishing. The warm, white cream drips down over her nipples, painting a perfect picture for both Jesse and Fareeha. It looks just like warm milk, fresh from the source.
Jesse picks up Fareeha’s empty saucer and carefully inspects it. Satisfied with what he sees, he bends down to place a soft kiss on her forehead.
“You’re such a good kitten,” he croons. “Now, why don’t you clean up after Daddy?” He doesn’t have to wait but a second before Fareeha is on Brigitte, lapping up Jesse’s come and taking her nipples into her mouth. Brigitte, slowly recovering from her own orgasm and Jesse’s terrifying stamina, moans as Fareeha sucks on her tits with more passion that any lover ever had before.
Brigitte’s cock twitches and leaks precome, but doesn’t harden. She couldn’t possibly go for another round, not after the way Jesse has ruined her. Fareeha has no such care, eagerly cleaning Brigitte’s chest. Once most of Jesse’s come has been cleaned, she focuses more of her attention on Brigitte’s nipples. Her ministrations begin to look much more like nursing, and Jesse and Brigitte both admire the way Fareeha curls into her side and relaxes into the sensation of sucking Brigitte’s nipple.
It’s an easy lull, Jesse laying back and running a hand over the muscular planes of Fareeha’s back. Brigitte losing herself in the feeling of Faree’s mouth on her breast. Fareeha moaning contentedly. She feels safe and loved, Daddy is right there, and so is Brigitte. They would take care of her. Nothing would happen as long as they were around.
Finally satisfied, Fareeha pulls back from Brigitte’s breast and nestles back into Jesse’s arms.
“Can Brigitte come over again tomorrow?” she asks, voice small. She looks between Jesse and Brigitte with wide, expectant eyes. “I wanna wear my tail.”
The two exchange a quick look, a wordless conversation taking place over the top of Fareeha’s ears. “Of course I’ll be back tomorrow,” Brigitte kisses the tip Fareeha’s nose.
Jesse runs his rough hands down Fareeha’s sides before pulling away. “Don’t forget we’re not done tonight,” he says. “I still need to fuck my kitten as a reward for being such a good girl.”
His words make Fareeha mewl and drip with anticipation. Brigitte pushes herself up to her elbows, eager to see Fareeha take Jesse’s thick cock.
Jesse straddles Brigitte first, taking his cock in his hand. “Why don’t you get me warmed up, baby?” She licks her lips and takes Jesse’s half hard cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head.
Fareeha pouts on the bed beside them. She has already waited so long for this. He pats her head affectionately, letting his hand trail down to run his thumb over her bottom lip and into her mouth. The distraction seems to ease her impatience as she works her tongue around the digit.
At last, Jesse is fully hard, and Fareeha looks as though she’s going to cry if he makes her wait any longer. He kisses her deeply, tasting his and Brigitte’s come on her tongue as he lays her back on the bed and spreads her legs wide. Brigitte is right there beside him, cooing and comforting Fareeha as Jesse drags the head of his cock over her slick entrance. She’s been unbearably wet since the moment she got home, and it’s finally about to pay off.
“You can come whenever you want to, kitten. Daddy wants you to come as many times as you can.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over her clit and slowly presses in. It feels perfect, as always. Fareeha was made to take his cock, and he loves the way she stretches around him.
She whines and arches her back as Jesse begins to move, setting a slower and steadier pace than he had with Brigitte. He knows Fareeha’s body better than she does, finding every spot that makes her cry out and clench around his cock. His fingers and his lips travel across her dark skin, worshipping her in the best way he knows how.
Brigitte is right there beside him. She whispers low in Faree’s ear and circles her fingers across her clit. Her other hand brushing through her hair and gently scratching against her scalp.
Between them, it’s too much. Fareeha is too overwhelmed by the sensations of two people praising her and fucking her and worshipping her. It’s all consuming, and she allows herself to sink into the pleasure. There is no need to fight when she knows she’s safe.
So Fareeha cries out and clenches on Jesse’s cock and comes so hard that everything is stark white and sparkling even when her eyes are squeezed shut. Brigitte’s voice is still there, and Jesse’s too. They call to her, telling her how much they love her, how good and sweet she is too them.
The bedroom doesn’t come back all at once. Rather, the first thing she notices is Brigitte cradling her close, rocking her gently. Piece by piece, she returns to reality, only to be lifted in Brigitte’s thick, corded arms and carried to the bathroom where Jesse is waiting.
“Don’t go,” Fareeha clings to Brigitte as the brunette attempts to hand the kitten off to Jesse.
“I’m staying right here. Would you like me to get in the bath with you?” Jesse’s nimble fingers slip the collar from Fareeha’s neck and pluck the ears from her head before she is placed into the waiting tub.
Fareeha nods, and Brigitte slips into the steaming water behind her. “I can’t wait to see you in your tail tomorrow,” she says as she runs the warm water over both of them.
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“So the body was definitely not shot here, just dumped,” Fareeha says, studying the scene closely. “You can see tire marks there, but there’s not enough blood or gore on the ground for a headshot, and then the killer fleeing.”
“Where do you think they got killed?” Jesse asks, putting his hand on her shoulder in a familiar manner, but he’s the only one she’d allow to do so.
“Not sure. After the labs and coroner take a look, we should be able to make a guess,” Fareeha says, standing up with Jesse’s help. The hip injury she’d taken while still in the Air Force is bothering her after crouching for so long. “In the mean time, you’d mentioned something about a nearby diner?”
“This way,” Jesse says, holding her hand. “I think you’ll really like the food.”