Can I request an NSFW piece with a Gender Neutral Reader and it's their first time with Junkrat and Roadhog?
"Sex And Booze~"
Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Poly!RoadRat (Roadhog x Junrat) x Stripper! Reader
Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)
Warnings/Mention Ofs: Stripper! Reader, Money Flexing, Alcohol Consumption, Accidental Flashing, Nicknames, Threesome, Double Penetration, Oral Receiving, Spanking, Orgasms, Teasing
Word Count: 956 Words
Author's Note: When will it be my turn with roadrat :'(
“Scrapyard Lounge”, Junkertown’s attempted version of a nightclub, was normally busy on weekend nights. Yet, for some reason for the last handful of weekends in a row it had been quite empty. Just some disrespectful old geezers coming in to drink a couple of beers and then pass out at the bar itself, not bringing any dollars to tip the bartender or the employees for their various services. This included employees such as (Y/N), who relied heavily on those stacking dollar tips to make ends meet. Spending large amounts of the money on various attire sets and accessories in order to please the geezers under bright, blinding lights.
There wasn’t much to actually do at the moment, the individuals that had been sitting at the end of the stage (Y/N) had been performing, now back at the bar complaining at who knows what. (Y/N)’s attention was more focused on their fresh manicure, only being brought back to their surroundings when they felt something light brush against their feet. Catching sight of the dollar bill, (Y/N) leaned down to grab it, a loud gasp leaving their lips when realizing that the dollar bill was actually a $100 dollar bill. “That enough ‘ta get yah hips shaking, Firecracker?~” (Y/N) recognized the person who spoke to be the infamous Jamison “Junkrat” Fawkes, followed by his bodyguard: Mako “Roadhog” Rutledge.
As the two men continued to toss dollar bills onto the stage, the small talk between the three continued, and the dancing became more intense from (Y/N). It became quite intense that (Y/N)’s top became loose, slipping off to reveal much of their chest, a soft squeak leaving them while a blush of embarrassment started to flush their cheeks. “How much..” Mako started to speak in between drunken chuckles, leaning forward to tuck in another $100 dollar bill into (Y/N)’s top, “would it be to see that again?~” Another soft squeak, the blush across (Y/N)’s face darkening as they began to respond. “W-Well, you see.. Technically, we’re not supposed to show off too much out here in the front.. But there’s always the private rooms in the back where it becomes whatever we want it to become then~”
Things accelerated quickly once the three got into the private room: Mako’s hands gripping (Y/N)’s hips, pulling them against his obvious erection, all while Jamison was already tearing off (Y/N)’s outfit, leaning down to bite harshly at their neck. “J-Just to let you both know,” (Y/N) struggles to make words between the whimpers and moans that they were drawing out of them, “I-I’ve never gone farther than this before..~” Those chuckles that left both of the men were dangerous, a predatory look of lust that they both were giving, taking it as a challenge to ruin (Y/N) for anyone else that came their way. It begins with Mako, now completely undressed, adjusting himself on the couch with his legs spread, hand stroking his throbbing cock while watching (Y/N) get on their knees, Jamison coming in behind them.
(Y/N)’s hands replace Mako’s on his cock, continuing to stroke it while starting to suck at the tip, tongue brushing at the precum that was leaking from the slit. Jamison starts to stroke himself watching the two, soft groans echoing throughout the room before it was replaced with chuckling as he slapped his hand harshly against (Y/N)’s ass. “Do you think you can take both of us at once, Firecracker?~ Both of us inside you at the same time?~” The question, then the visualization, made a desperate whine leave (Y/N). “Y-Yes!~” They exclaimed, already moving from the ground to climb onto Mako, who was chuckling at this point as well. “I’ll be impressed if you can, little pig~” He found it amusing that (Y/N) was so eager to take them both, already aligning the tip of Mako’s cock to the entrance, rolling their hips.
It takes time to adjust to Mako’s immense cock, stretching (Y/N) more than they could imagine, moans becoming muffled as Jamison comes up from behind to align himself against Mako’s cock and (Y/N)’s entrance, initiating a messy makeout session. The experience of having both men, once Jamison is able to push his cock inside as well, is something almost indescribable, but also quite pleasurable. The two men thrust their hips at a sporadic, rapid pace while all their noises echoed off the room’s walls, sometimes muffled from marking up (Y/N)’s body. The first one to come to an orgasm happens to be Jamison, seeing as he was already worked up as he and Mako entered the nightclub. Mumbling about how his “Firecracker” made him feel so good, better than anyone else. The dirty talk from Jamison combined with the continued thrusting from Mako draws out (Y/N)’s orgasm, curses along with both their names being called out. Minutes later, finally, Mako ends up meeting his orgasm, hands gripping (Y/N)’s hips as he pulls them down to bottom out on his cock, rolling his hips up to hear (Y/N) whine at the slight overstimulation.
The session ends with the two men sticking around long enough for (Y/N) to recover, making sure that they’re well enough to make it throughout the nightclub, legs quivering from their post-orgasm. Mako and Jamison pay (Y/N) for their special service, it being more than (Y/N) could’ve visually imagined. They could get used to this, already stating that the men are their most favorite clients, and that (Y/N) expects to see them the following weekend for another special session.
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