April 2020 Drabble #1

(Muja has been galaxy brain and suggested I put the two prompts together, which I did... :') also, yeah, it was kind of weird to suggest pregnancy scare and impregnation kink are synonymous. My brain was doing a weird leap of logic, I am sorry! They are, of course, not the same <3)

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“I-I don’t know about this, Mr. McCree,” Mei says softly, her voice trembling as she turns her head to peer out of the huge floor to ceiling windows right behind her. They’re not too far up in the skyscraper, but her boss doesn’t seem to care too much about that.

If anything, it gets him more adamant, his kisses, scratchy from his beard, become a bit more vicious as he digs his teeth into her shoulder. His thick fingers have found one fat nipple and pinch it until the pain shoots through her body and ends deliciously in her throbbing cunt.

It blinds her for a moment to him urging her farther back, until her ass is pressed against the glass. Her face flushes a flaming hot red when she imagines how her fat behind must look from outside, pressed flat against the surface. Mr. McCree has divested her long before of all her clothes.

The thought of anybody looking up and seeing her like this is making her a bit dizzy with shame.

“It’ll be fine,” Mr. McCree drawls with that voice that had been Mei’s downfall in the first place. He is a big, charming man with broad shoulders and sturdy hips, and she’s been so stupidly hot for him that this is where they are now; her letting him bully her into getting fucked against the windows of the lower floors of the building.

It’s not that she doesn’t know how to protect herself against his roguish charms… it’s that she doesn’t want to. And he knows that.

“Do you have a condom?” she whispers, one small hand reaching up to curl around his neck and grip at his dishevelled hair. No matter how many stylists she herds into his office before press conferences and talk shows, it always ends up like this.

Mr. McCree pauses for a moment before he turns his head and noses against her ear, one hand sliding down over her belly towards the V between her thighs.

“I’ll pull out before I shoot,” he croons.

Mei sucks in a sharp breath, intent on telling him exactly what she thinks of that idea, but his thick fingers slide between her labia smooth and without a hitch, and she gets distracted by the tight circles his rough fingertip draws around her clit.

Mr. McCree urges her even farther back, pressing her against the cool glass while he himself leans back a little to look down at her; with her thighs slightly spread to give him more room; her nipples plump and erect after his rough play with them.

“It’ll be fine,” he assures her with a crooked, charming grin. “There’ll not be a drop inside you. Promise.” He crudely lifts the hand he’s been fingering her with to put it against his chest. Her dark eyes follow the way his glistening fingertips take, her face flushing bright red yet again.

“You are horrible!” she accuses. Mr. McCree grins at her lazily, then nods towards the windows.

“And you’ll turn around like a good girl and enjoy the view, right?”

She gnaws at her bottom lip, looking very torn, but eventually she does turn around, and even reaches back to spread her cheeks for him.