Patreon Compilation – Fic#263 – Hanzo/Cassidy – aneki!Hanzo; boss bitch Hanzo; turning the tables; exhibitionism; A/B/O – Beneath Her (Patreon)

Hanzo/Cassidy – Hanzo is a boss bitch Omega that has everybody on base dancing after her tune. However, one particular interview just really rubs Cassidy the wrong way and he decides to change things up for once.

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“Miss Shimada. People are always surprised when they find out that you are actually an Omega! Your presence is very commanding and you have quite a few fanclubs out there as well as people that are not quite as ready to accept your dominance. Would you mind it if I asked you: how are your team mates dealing with the situation? Would you say they are prone to submitting very easily or are you all such a well-adjusted team that you rise above the need for strict dynamic traditions?”

The reporter is not smiling at Hanzo but her face is open and non-hostile. She seems genuinely interested in the answer.

Hanzo’s mouth twitches briefly, the only outward concession to the fact that she finds this line of questioning hilarious.

“There is no situation,” she replies in a level voice and tucks a strand of hair back behind her ear. “Because I don’t make it a situation. As to your other questions… it should suffice to say that we are, in fact, not a well-adjusted team, as you put it.”

The reporter’s mouth opens in a little o, her cheeks flushing. “Wait but then would you say-”

Hanzo smirks. “You’re a clever little thing. You can figure it out.”

.oOo.

“Ya heard what the Queen said on television a few days ago?” Cole mutters, watching with a dark expression as Hanzo sits in one of the lounge rooms and reads a magazine, her sharp nails gently carding through Roadhog’s hair as he sits to her feet and lets himself get pampered by her.

Lúcio fidgets a little. “Uh… yeah kinda.”

“She practically called us a buncha idiots that go belly up for a li’l uppity Omega slut.”

Lúcio slowly looks around the room where more of their team mates are scattered about, all of them suspiciously Alpha. Not interacting with each other and doing their own meaningless little things.

Waiting.

Waiting for Hanzo to be done with Mako so she might choose a new victim to play with.

“I mean… we’re all waiting to get fucked by her. You too.”

Cassidy makes a low grunt in his throat. Lúcio peers at him. His expression is still dark, though there’s a bit of color rising to his face now. He smells thick of arousal despite it all.

“I swear to fuckin’ God if the little bitch is mean to me one more time, I’ll show her just how submissive I can get. I ain’t mutt she can boss around. I did my damn time bein’ the lowest of the low in Deadlock’s pecking order. I ain’t gonna be made more of a laughin’ stock by the meanest fuckin’ Omega around.”

Lúcio does not look too convinced, but he knows better than to argue with Cole when he’s in a bad mood. It really doesn’t happen often but… it’s better not to poke the bear at this point.

.oOo.

Lúcio is reminded of their conversation some three or four days later as he wanders past Cassidy’s rooms and hears the low gurgling groans and sharp slapping sounds of fucking.

The door isn’t closed all the way which he takes as an invitation to push it open even more and peek inside. In the middle of the room between Cassidy’s cluttered living room table and his old kind-of-rancid couch is Cassidy, face down and hairy ass up for Hanzo who is riding him like a woman possessed. Her face is flushed but her expression got that curious almost detached interest; like she is wildly fascinated by what is happening instead of truly turned on by the Alpha she is deep dicking.

The strap-on she chose this time is dark pink and glittering, maybe because she felt fancy or because she knows Cassidy hates the color. Around her fist she has wrapped a leather belt which is, in turn, wrapped around Cassidy’s throat. As she pulls to get him up on his arms, Lúcio can see the gaudy belt buckle against the Alpha’s throat; it’s Cassidy’s own belt. He wonders how exactly this constellation came about.

Hanzo slows her thrusts down and sighs like she is bored. “You are a lazy bastard, Cassidy. It is no wonder no other Omega wants to touch you with a ten-foot pole. You just want to lie down and spread your legs and let me do all the work.” She clicks her tongue. “That won’t do.”

Cassidy gurgles something. His face is worryingly red. Lúcio shifts from one foot to the other, wondering if he should intervene… but Hanzo puts a bit of slack on her pull in that moment, allowing the Alpha to pull a deep, inhaling breath.

“What did you say?” she asks with the air of someone that is not really interested in the other. Like she could just as well be sitting in a beauty salon and get her nails done. She pauses, her strap on lodged deep inside Cassidy’s body.

“I said…” he inhales deeply, catching his breath. Lúcio feels the little hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he watches the other Alpha’s facial expression. He wonders if he should intervene but honestly… he kind of wants to see how this plays out. It’s not like Hanzo is helpless. Far from it.

And she’s just been a mean bitch to every damn Alpha on base for so long-

“I can change that up real nice for ya.”

There’s a flurry of motion. Lúcio can see Hanzo’s eyes widening in surprise. She puts up a fight of course but Cassidy got the surprise and the sheer bulk on his side.

It all takes just a few seconds until Hanzo is on her back, one of Cassidy’s big hands around her throat. The other arm he has curled around her knees, her legs thrown over one shoulder. Giving him perfect access to her peach.

Lúcio can barely see Hanzo’s face but what he can see from it is absolutely murderous.

“Cole Cassidy! You will unhand me this instant, you disgusting slob of a-”

Cassidy’s hips thrust forward and Hanzo’s tirade is cut off before she has had a chance to really get into it.

Lúcio creeps closer, his mouth slightly agape, body heating up. The closer he gets the more details he can see; like how Hanzo’s tits bounce when she’s getting fucked on her back; or how she is actually capable of blushing. All it takes, apparently, is a big Alpha cock. And one could say a lot of things about Cassidy… but not that his dick was small in any way shape or form.

Her position with her legs held together means that the cock spearing into her only feels even larger. Lúcio has crept close enough to hang over the back of Cassidy’s dilapidated couch, his mouth open as he watches mean-bitch-Hanzo get an Alpha cock inside her candy cunt for the first time ever. At least that’s what it feels like to him. And that’s what it sounds like.

Once the utter shock about Cassidy’s audacity has subsided, Hanzo is screaming bloody murder; not out of distress, no, but out of sheer anger that he had dared to oppose her.

She tries to claw his eyes out but Cassidy is not quite as dumb as he looks and stays well out of reach of her sharp nails.

In fact, he seems to barely register them at all because he’s busy ogling her bouncing tits while he fucks her on long, easy thrusts.

Her screaming also has the side-effect that even more people come running – none of them helping her out once they catch a whiff of what is going on. Quite literally. The air reeks of Cassidy’s excited Alpha musk… but also of Hanzo’s pussy. She might be trying to kill the Alpha currently breeding her up, but there is no denying that she is excited about the manhandling and everything.

She is still wearing her harness which grinds unwittingly against her clit while her pussy is stretched nice and wide around Cassidy’s fat cock.

Alphas are circling them, watching with fascination as her anger slowly but surely subsides enough that Cassidy can stop choking her and lean forward, bracing himself on the ground for better leverage that allows him to really pump it into her. His fat breeder balls slapping against Hanzo’s ass.

Lúcio wishes he could swap places with him… but looking at his forearm, now bleeding from her angrily scratching at it, and looking at Hanzo’s slack face as she groans with every thrust of his dick…

Well, Lúcio isn’t an idiot. And he knows their resident bad-bitch-Omega well enough to know that she will get her revenge at a later time.

Cassidy doesn’t seem to realize as much – or he simply does not care. There’s a manic grin on his face as he looks down on Hanzo, his thrusts becoming slower and deeper.

“I’m gonna knot you,” he growls. “That enough engagement for you? Huh? Gonna stretch your pretty little pussy out on my big fat knot! Gonna make you take it in front of everybody else! So they know how you look hangin’ off of one! Is that enough fuckin’ engagement, Hanzo?!”

Hanzo gurgles softly, her back arching, pussy probably gripping Cassidy’s dick like a vice from the whining groan suddenly slipping out of him – but Lúcio does not doubt it for a damn second.

Hanzo’s revenge will come eventually.