I love your bathtub destiel pic for day 15 so much that I tried (tried) to draw a sequel (One of my hcs for human Cas ? He falls asleep a lot in random places)
Cas’s head is too big in the second panel but let’s pretend it’s not, ok
After that day, you could swear that McCree’s libido goes into overdrive. Any time he sees you lounging in ‘his’ seat or even on the sofa, he starts to bite his lip and crawl over, trying to convince you to sit on his lap instead of whatever you were sitting on. It’s downright disruptive now, especially when he gets particularly demanding.
“Please, boss?” He pouts at you out of the corner of your eye as you scroll through your feed. “’m not gonna do anything.”
Ooo that’s a delicious photo. Wait, did he really say he’s not going to do anything while you’re in his lap? “And why don’t I believe you, huckleberry boy?” Eyes darting down to the twitching tent in his lap, you snort and nudge it with a foot. “Your third leg says otherwise.”
McCree bites his lip, his smouldering gaze glued to your toes pressing against his quickly hardening erection. “I ain’t ly-nggh-” His protest turns into a moan when you press harder, massaging lazily and rubbing your foot all over his monster cock.
“Oh really?” The way he devolves into a moaning mess just from that little bit of stimulation amuses you. Well, that and the way he keeps insisting that he just wants to feel you in his lap – nothing more, nothing less. “So if I were to just rub my butt all over your cock, you’re not going to do a thing?”
The cowboy gulps and humps your foot gently, keeping his hands behind his head like the good boy he is (sometimes). “No, boss.” He takes a moment to bite his lip and let it go slowly. “I ain’t gonna do ‘nything.”
Well, you’re going to take that as a challenge. You’re so very sure he can’t resist at least humping into your ass while you sit in his lap, if not fully begging you to touch him. “Really? Not even if I were to sit in your lap fully naked?” Handing him your phone to hold for a moment, you sling your leg over his hip to sit right in your rightful throne. He fits perfectly against you, the tops of his muscled thighs providing the most comfortable seat against your ass and thighs. His cock, now bulging out of his sweatpants obscenely, is nice and hot, a hard ridge for you to languidly rub your clit against.
McCree whimpers with an open mouth, his tongue lolling. Oh shit. Oh shit. What did he just get himself into- ah! This feels far more heavenly than your foot, he just- he just needs you to-
“Are you really sure you’re going to sit there, nice and pretty for me to look at, while I scroll through some really, really NSFW blogs, huckleberry boy?” You purr and plaster yourself against him from crotch to cheek, teeth tugging at his earlobe as you retrieve your phone from him. “Hm?”
Swallowing, McCree wets his dry lips and turns into your neck to pant into your skin needily. He kind of has what he wanted originally – you in his lap. But he really doesn’t want to stop here. He really doesn’t. And the only way to take this to the next level is to play your game. “I ain’t gonna move, boss.”
A cruel smile crosses your lips and you kiss him gently, sucking on his plush lower lip. “Really?”
McCree is panting loudly against your lips. “Yes, boss.”
“Okay,” you murmur, suddenly whipping your shirt off your body. “Let’s play.”
His chocolate eyes are glued onto your pert nipples, the curves of your breasts as they bounce with every wriggle of your body. “Boss-” he whimpers, chest heaving. “Boss.” Saliva fills his mouth.
You laugh, only making them sway and bounce even more in a hypnotising rhythm that has McCree completely ensnared. “Come now, huckleberry boy. You’re not possibly breaking now, are you? We haven’t even started yet.”
Fire flickers in his dark eyes and he swallows thickly, wrenching his attention away from your breasts. You’ve pricked his competitive spirit; he’s not going to go down easy if he has anything to say about it. “Nah, boss.” He smirks at you and laces his hands back behind his head from where they hovered over your hips. “You do your thing, boss. I’ll just- uh. I’ll just be sitting here.”
Mayerine 