Oooo, I like that – ‘my queen’. Guess I know what my boy’s gonna call me from now on. I’m on a bit of a Lucio roll today, so have some babyboy Lucio sucking on his mommy’s tits ❤
Lucio – Lactation and Mommy Kink
Lucio can’t quite believe his eyes as you sit before him on the bed, the both of you completely bare from the waist up. He tries to keep his eyes on your face instead of your perfect breasts, but fail as they keep flickering up and down against his will. You grin and massage one tit, letting a pearly bead of milk form on the nipple.
He whimpers and fidgets in place, his hands wringing each other in his lap as he resists darting forward to capture your nipple in his mouth. He wants to be a good boy for you, to make his mommy proud that she raised him right; he has to wait.
“You want my milk, babyboy?” you coo, squeezing your nipple and moaning at the sharp zap of pleasure that sings through out. Lucio moans in tandem, watching breathlessly as milk streams from the kneaded breast down to your waist.
“Yes, mommy,” he gulps, fidgeting even more now. “May I have your milk, please?”
Hey, what if Genji goes completely celibate after his revival/healing in Blackwatch. Like full on asexual, does not find anyone attractive, does not find himself attractive, busy af, can’t be bothered to masturbate and find a partner. He honestly thinks he’s broken.
Fast forward ten years and he still struggles to even think about himself sexually until he met you. It’s a pretty slow thing, like the slow burn to end all slow burns. You two dance around each other like a fucking merry go round until someone snaps and locks you two in a closet together.
Like the dumbass he is he goes along with it and sits in the dark next to you even though he can kick down the door no problem. Well, turns out it’s a good thing he did because you confessed you find him smoking hot. Robo ass and sharp edges and all. Genji’s taken aback – you got some fetish or something?
Ok first of all, rude. Second of all, he’s still hot as fuck and no one will convince you that he doesn’t have the best ass in all of overwatch. That bubble butt looks better than Soldier’s (who mysteriously still has a firmer ass than most guys half his age, go figure).
Now he preens a bit. Yes, he does have a magnificent ass, thank you. But he still doesn’t really believe you can find him attractive.
Is that a throw down? Is that a fucking throw down. Challenge accepted.
From then on, you go to great lengths to flirt and make sure he knows your panties are permanently soaked when he’s around, that you would honestly give your left arm just to suck him off.
Genji’s flattered and more than a little bit flustered. No one has paid him this much attention since…since the days when he would have an entourage of women happy to please him. It makes him feel warm and wriggly inside. So much so that he responds in kind to you, teasing you and riling you up.
It’s an addicting game to the both of you. At least, until you break. The first time you pinned him to the wall and gave him a making out session to remember, Genji had a hard on so fast he actually got light headed. Or was that because you were kissing the life out of him? Hm.
No matter, he likes it. Oh boy, he really likes it. He starts to rub up against you like a cat in heat, asking you seductively if he’s so attractive that you just can’t help yourself. He wants more. More more more. More kisses, more touches, more everything. Shit, it’s like he’s back to his old ways, but with a better partner and a much healthier world view.
And once again, you’re the first one to break. Once again he’s shoved back into a wall and pinned there with your chest and your lips. But this time, you growl at him to pop off his crotch guards because you’re gonna finally do what you’ve been waiting for all this time.
Genji is nearly vibrating with excitement as he obeys, panting like a racehorse as he watches you drop to your knees and bury your face into the crease of his hip and thigh. Oh fuck this is too hot. Really way too hot. He’s throbbing and leaking like mad already, looking like he’s about to burst even though you haven’t touched his cock.
That makes you laugh. Does he want your mouth that badly? Such a greedy boy. Extending your tongue out, you kick a wet line up the underside of his cock from balls to his tip, intending to take him in your mouth when Genji yelps and swears loudly.
“Oh no, please no-!” He tears up in humiliation when he cums just from your tongue alone, huge spurts of cum escaping his twitching cock and landing on your face, your hair, and your chest. It’s ten years of cum and orgasms that wrecks him and makes his thighs shake uncontrollably, that makes his knees buckle and drop him to the ground with his knees on either side of you. The ninja is dazed and light headed, the ringing in his ears taking forever to subside.
Shit. Fuck. That’s the hardest he’s cum ever.
And for you? Holy fuck that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“I’m sorry,” Genji whispers when he finally regains his senses, scrambling to put on his visor to prevent you from seeing his glowing red face. God, he’s finally what he always dreaded to be. A one pump chump. Or was it a one lick chump?
You shake your head and take his visor back off. “Don’t be sorry,” you coo at him. “That was super hot. Can you do that again?”
What?
“Do what again?” His heart is stuttering in his chest.
A predatory look crosses your face and you take hold of his wilting cock gently. “I want you to cum like that again, Genji. I want to make sure you can’t walk once I’m done with you.”
And just like that his cock flares back to life, the rush of blood from his head to his crotch leaving a tingling feeling behind. Thoroughly distracted by your hand slicking up his cock, by your other fingers cleaning his cum off your face, he can’t do much other than croak out a brain dead reply. “Fuck yes.”
I’m not sure if anyone has seen pornos of Czech gloryholes/brothels (I think it’s called Czech Fantasy?) but imagine that with the Overwatch boys and girls in different areas.
Wouldn’t it be fun to turn them out to ‘pasture’, so to speak? Helping them wriggle into their designated holes with their names lovingly carved into plaques above their stations. Helping them slip into the restraints that hold their legs wide open.
Some days you get creative and have your boys and girls wear their everyday clothes when they get locked in place. Some are wary, some are excited, but most are confused. At least until you start ripping the seats of their pants apart and pinning the girls’ panties to the side for easy access. Those who wear skirts get to keep them, letting the fabric hide their pussies teasingly. It makes them moan and groan lewdly – the feeling of your knife sliding through the fabric and the ghosting of your fingers as you test your ‘merchandise’.
Before you even open the brothel for business, you have all your men and women moaning in pleasure and ecstasy both with copious use of your trusty vibrator and your fingers. Some greedy ones, like Genji and Tracer, cum on your fingers and slump in their stations, wet and ready for customers to enjoy.
Others, like Reaper and Soldier 76, remain tight and dry. At least, up until you help open them up with Reinhardt’s help. The older man is set to blowjob duty today, among some others, and so is available to help use his huge cock prepare his fellow sluts for a harsh fucking. Once he’s done, your two oldest slaves are panting and breathless, their now stretched holes winking at you with a literal river of lube dripping from their assholes.
By the time you’re ready to open up, all of them are squirming and ready to be fucked within an inch of their life. And if they aren’t, they take a voluntary dose of your most potent aphrodisiac – one that makes them beg for a cock to fill them and cum inside them until there’s no room for anything else.
Your toys bring you a good amount of money. A good amount of money indeed.
“It’s too bad, Jesse,” you taunt him from where you’ve nuzzled your face into Hanzo’s cheek.
The cowboy growls, grips his thighs tightly, and squirms where he sits in a chair facing the bed. “Oh come on, pumpkin!”
Hanzo, who lies under you, merely smirks at Jesse and starts to fuck you harder, “You lost, did you not? It was the agreed punishment.” That gloating, if anything, only riles Jesse up further, who whines and starts to run his hands up and down his chest for some stimulation.
He wants to feel you so badly, wants you to ride him like you’re riding Hanzo. It’s such torture to see his other lover enjoying your affection and desire while he’s left here to simply watch, unable to touch himself or reach out to you.
But fair’s fair, you keep tutting at him. A fair punishment for losing in your little game with the two of them.
Yeah he fucking knows that he lost, but goddamnit this is worse than he ever imagined. He whines as much to you, caressing himself and wishing it were your hands on his, Hanzo’s lips on his. But instead it’s your hands scratching and squeezing at Hanzo’s muscled chest and ripped abs. Instead it’s Hanzo’s lips catching yours in a smouldering kiss and making you moan so sweetly that it causes Jesse to whimper in frustration.
Hanzo’s hips smack up into yours with every thrust of his powerful hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock to help you ride him. He knows how slick and warm your pussy it, knows how thick Hanzo’s cock is, wishes he could have both or just one or just anything to alleviate this desire building up in him!
You notice him fidgeting where he sits and then you smile a sympathetic smile. Alright, time to finish this. You command Hanzo to rub your clit and suck on your breast, the perfect combination to trigger that climax that you’ve been putting off for a while. The soft, breathy exclamation that you let out at the snapping of the pressure within you makes both men perk up and surge towards you. Hanzo sits up and fucks you harder through your orgasm, picking up your pace after you falter. Jesse, however, just swears and falls to his knees beside the bed in an aborted lunge.
With a soft word, Hanzo clutches you tight and cums in you. He jerks gently and moans into your neck, lipping at your skin idly. He thanks you in a reverent tone, a tired voice, and slips out of you as you raise your hips.
“Come clean me up, baby,” you look over your shoulder at Jesse, who brightens up immediately and crawls between Hanzo’s legs to lick you clean. Then, at your command, he sucks Hanzo’s cock clean as well after licking the archer’s oozing cum from your entrance.
The cowboy is dazed and revved up at the same time once you tell him to come lie next to Hanzo on the bed. He’s pouting, whining at you, but you’re unmoved in your post-orgasmic haze, still lying atop the blissed out archer. You tease Jesse with a husky voice; maybe he’ll get lucky next time.
It should be a crime to look that good in a pair of leather pants. Thick thighs that ripple with muscle every time he shifts his weight, tightening the leather over the generous globes of his ass. Couple that with knee-high boots that conform to his calves and a thick padded biker’s jacket and you have a mouthwatering sight.
You’re barely holding back your drool with your teeth digging into your lower lip. The other women by your side, also admiring the gaggle of leather-clad men before you aren’t so subtle. Hana is whistling and Sombra is cat-calling loudly, directing their lewd attentions to the most embarrassed of the group. Ana just smirks, nodding to Reaper and Soldier 76 who just respond with their middle fingers.
You? You just have eyes for one man who doffs his wide-brimmed hat at you with a teasing wink. He straddles the hoverbike between this strong thighs and spreads them as far as they can go, stretching tight over the noticeable bulge in the crotch of his pants. Like a homing beacon, your eyes dart in on it and stare greedily, pupils widening as you notice it twitch ever so gently.
That’s it. You let go of your chewed up bottom lip and stride forth, unheeding of the loud whoops from the women as you seize your man’s hair in hand. McCree grins as he’s hauled to your lips and kissed like the world is about to end. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close, his powerful form bracing both you and the hoverbike as his strength almost pulls you into his lap.
“What did I say about the leather pants, McCree?” You moan softly against his lips and clamp one hand around the back of his neck as the other, out of sight of the others, sneaks down to grope at his ass.
The cowboy turned biker groans and kisses you back hungrily, whimpering against your lips, “That I look goddamned hot in it?” Uncaring of the company around you, he rocks his ass into your grip and uses your knee to alleviate the painful pressure of his rock hard cock straining against the crotch of his pants.
That’s one. And there’s another. “That you’re not allowed to wear it outside the bedroom.” Your hand shifts back to his hair and you tilt his head back so he looks up at you with a dazed expression, unheeding of the crowd still around you. “Because gods help me, I’m going to rip it off your body in the next ten minutes, crowd or not.”
He licks his lips and growls seductively up at you, pulling you onto the bike behind him. “You got it, boss!” With only a smug salute at the amused crowd, he fires up the hoverbike and roars off into the horizon. Fuck the coffee run, he’s got a mistress to fuck silly.
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