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What happened at the beginning didn’t matter. Your initial unwillingness had no bearing on the love you had now, being shared by three amazing men who adored you more than anything.
McCree was the easiest to please, and the softest lover to be with. All he wanted were sweet, tender moments with his angel. You were more than happy to indulge him.
McCree’s chocolate-colored eyes twinkled with nothing short of admiration, following your movements as you bounced in his lap. You reduced your motions to short, sensual swirls of your hips when he gently palmed your cheek and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re fucking pretty, you know that?”
Your face burned with a heat unrelated to your current activity. Holding his wrist and nuzzling into his touch, you answered, “Thank you, Jesse.”
His eyes fluttered shut as he let out a blissful sigh. “And your voice is like heaven… I could listen to it for days.”
You looped your arms around his thick neck and pulled him close, quickening your pace just enough to pull a deep, rumbling grunt from his throat. As his fingers dug into the meat of your waist, he muttered a string of pleasured curses under his breath. In response, you ground down hard on him and whispered directly in his ear, “I love you. I want to be with you forever.”
Your delicate proclamation of love and absolute submission to him made his heart flutter, and he wrapped his arms around you to pull you close. He thrust up into you and sighed softly as your gentle breaths quickly escalated to pitching whimpers. “I love you too. God, I love you.”
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You weren’t McCree’s alone, of course. A lot of your time was also spent with Genji, who was so tortured and broken by his past that he needed love he was too proud to admit to. But even he wasn’t so proud that he would deny the comfort of an angel.
“You’re a beautiful person, Genji,” you told him, palms gliding over both flesh and metal as you gently rubbed his shoulders.
His muscles were tight beneath your fingers, but you felt him slowly beginning to relax the more you touched him. You were sympathetic to his situation, really. Fate had robbed him of everything: a loving family, an honest life, and even a clean death. He was turned into a machine to serve the organization who resurrected him without his consent. In a life he didn’t seem to have any control over, you entered the picture. And you gave yourself up entirely to Genji’s whims, served as someone he could control.
The more his shoulders loosened and relaxed into your touch, the more welcome you felt to crawl into his lap. You had your legs on either side of him as your hands cupped his mask, gently unclasping it and setting the metal piece aside. Underneath, Genji’s face was worn and tired. You could tell it was one of those days where he needed a little more comfort than usual.
His arms, which had snaked around your waist, steadily rose up until his palms found your clavicles. He pensively stroked his fingertips over the base of your neck before allowing them to crawl upwards. You tilted your head back, presenting your throat to him to do with as he pleased. Genji took your submission graciously by running his thumb over the soft protrusion of your windpipe. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Of course,” you answered without hesitation.
He didn’t apply pressure, not yet, instead simply pushing you onto your back on the floor and getting up on top of you. The second his hands returned to your neck, he took your breath away. “Thank you,” he breathed, voice already heavy with budding arousal. “I’ll be gentle.”
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Of the three of them, Gabriel was the most possessive of you, but with that ferocity came passion of equal magnitude. With every touch and kiss, he made you feel nothing short of worshipped and loved. How you used to fear the man, you had no idea. You remembered how you used to tense up whenever his strong, thick arms wrapped around your delicate frame, but now, you couldn’t think of a single place in which you felt safer than in his arms.
In order to keep everyone happy, you split yourself between the three on a set schedule. McCree and Genji shared you during the day. Gabriel wanted you all to himself at night.
The man could go all night, truly, but it was the soft moments between each round that you lived for.
The two of you were bare beneath his sheets, the warmth of his chest flush against your back as he held you close, like he was scared you would float away otherwise. Your legs were tangled together, his pointedly on top of yours, and his arms were wrapped firmly around your torso, effectively caging you in. But you didn’t feel caged, not anymore. Being in Gabriel’s arms was like being home.
You turned slightly, looking at him over your shoulder, and he responded by planting a sweet kiss on your full, pouty lips. Then he slipped down to kiss along your jawline and neck, and, as you turned again, your back and shoulder blades. Gently, he slipped away from you to crawl on top, making a trail of kisses until he reached your thighs. As he hiked your legs up over his shoulders, he looked up at you, dark eyes even cloudier with arousal. You couldn’t say no to that look, so you bit your lip and nodded. Immediately, he lowered his mouth to your folds, and his kisses there weren’t nearly as sweet. You arched up into him as your fingers carded through his hair and held him close.
For you and Gabriel, there wasn’t a need for words. The two of you knew just from little glances and slight gestures that you belonged to him wholly.
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Being loved and shared by these three men was nothing short of a dream, but you inevitably had to wake up at some point. You suffered a rude awakening at the hands of one Strike Commander Morrison, who trapped you between a wall and his own body in a hallway that didn’t see much activity on a day-to-day basis. Ignoring the thudding of your heart, you looked up and tried to rationalize why he would put you in a position like this. Then, when every answer you came up with made your stomach tie up in knots, you stopped thinking.
“You’re a cute one,” Jack murmured, gripping your chin and turning you this way and that to better examine your face, which you could only imagine was frozen in fear. “I can see why you’re Gabe’s favorite toy.”
At the mention of his name, you stiffened. Your relationship with Gabriel (and McCree and Genji, for that matter) was a well-kept secret due to the fact that he might be accused of unprofessionalism, should he be found out. You couldn’t think of a worse person to know about this than the blue-eyed devil standing before you. Numbly, you shook your head and informed him, “N-no, it’s not like that–”
Taking advantage of your open mouth, Jack leaned down and treated you to an unwelcome, open-mouthed kiss. You whined in protest, beating your fists pathetically against his chest. You might as well have been punching a wall. The kiss ended on his terms, as he pulled away to take in an eyeful of your pitiful expression when his rough hands slipped under your shirt. “Don’t fight. Just give me a little stress relief. Shouldn’t be too hard for you, seeing as you’re fucking just about every agent in Blackwatch.”
It was a gross exaggeration coming from a misinformed, self-absorbed man you wanted nothing to do with. You put all your might in trying to fight him, but it was a difficult feat to achieve when his hand wrapped around your wrists like an iron vise. Now that he had you still, he started trying to undress you, and you opened your mouth to scream.
Somehow, you didn’t even need to make a sound. Just like you’d always believed, you and Gabriel didn’t have a need for words. The man was there for you like a savior, just in time.
Gabriel and Jack were both super soldiers on equal footing in terms of strength. Where all your might barely even moved the Strike Commander, a single punch to the jaw from Gabriel was enough to send him stumbling. The blow made him release you, and you quickly scurried behind Gabriel for protection. You couldn’t see his face from your point of view, so his wrathful expression was up to your imagination. “What do you think you’re doing with my recruit, boy scout?”
“Recruit?” Jack parroted, gripping his jaw as he brought himself to stand up straight once again. “Pretty generous thing to call your whore.”
The insult stung, but you said nothing, quietly allowing Gabriel to handle the situation. You watched his fists clench at his sides as he murmured, “Leave her alone. Find some other way to get off.”
Jack looked like he had a biting response to that, but something made him hold back. He turned his attention to you, and the look in his eyes struck an intense fear in your heart. It seemed he could sense that he scared you, as he started to leave with a smug smile on his face. “I’ll have her one day, Gabe. You and I both know how good I am at stealing things from you.”
Gabriel’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t falter. “This one, you’ll have to steal over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged.” Gabriel didn’t acknowledge that one, and Jack decided to take his leave when he realized he wouldn’t be getting a response. Of course, he flashed a look of hunger your way before actually leaving, and you clung closer to your lover for comfort.
“Gabe…” you said softly, gripping the back of his bulletproof vest. Your hands were suddenly thrown off of him when he whipped around and gently grasped your cheeks. He leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips, effectively taking your breath away. You kissed him back desperately as you pulled him as close to your body as you possibly could. Right. No words.