Overwatch Oneshots (x readers and ships)

McHanzo (Part I)

note: hey guys, just letting you know that a lot of the next few updates to this story are probably mostly going to be grammar/spelling/etc. fixes and rephrasing, so sorry if i get any of you guys' hopes up that malana and/or ronnie posted a new chapter. I would definitely suggest reading these again, just because. i'll remove this note when I'm done with that. -tyler, the unscheduled editor (levitatingllamas)

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McCree's POV

     "Shimada," I whisper in Hanzo's ear with a grin. 

     "Do you have to do this every time I sleep?" He groans. 

     I pull him up by the waist and breathe close to his ear. "It's high noon." His face flushes brightly at my sexual tone. He blinks, vision probably a little blurry from the nap he was previously taking. His hair is everywhere and his clothes hang on his body in an odd way. Despite this, I slide the shoulder of his kyudo-gi*down his arm. 

     He gasps and pushes my hand away with a whisper-shouted, "Jesse!" 

     "That's my name," I say with a smirk and lean closer. He scoots back again and I put my hand on his thigh. 

     "Stop that immediately, do you have no shame?" he says sternly. 

     I shrug. "Meh, not really. Not my fault my hands have minds of their own," I tease, my hand staying in its place as Hanzo stares at me incredulously.  

     With an unamused face, he picks my hand up with two fingers as if it's a contaminated object and places it back in my lap. He then stands up, declaring, "You're a perv." 

     My pleased smirk quickly fell. "Am not!" My eyes wander to Hanzo's exposed chest and shoulders. He raises an eyebrow at this and quickly pulls the sleeve of his gi back onto his shoulder. I stand up, my usual smug grin returning to my face. "Okay, maybe just a little. But only for you, darlin'." 

     Hanzo's face flushes once again as he smiles and covers his face with one hand, turning toward the door. 

     "Aw, where ya goin', sugar?" I say, walk after him eagerly. I come up behind him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and he sighs.

     "I'm going to make lunch," He says, faking annoyance.

     "I'd rather you put somethin' else in that mouth," I mutter into his neck. He jumps and pulls away, his face reddening quickly. He speedwalks into the base's kitchen, and I grin and follow him. Thunder booms outside and the sound of rain pelting windows and roofs begins above us.

     "Where is everyone...?" Hanzo asks to no one in particular as he pulls a few random pots and pans from the cabinets.

     "They all went to practice in the simulator for today," I answer. Hanzo  stops and raises an eyebrow. 

     "And you didn't go." 

     "McScuse me? I never miss." I tease. 

     "You sure about that?" he says, leaning in with a cocky smirk on his face.

     "Better not get too close, I bite." I say, matching his facial expression and leaning in closer so our noses almost touch. 

     "Well pardon me, cowboy," He says, putting on a surprisingly accurate southern accent that makes me melt internally. I must've been spending more time with him than I thought. I breathe hard against his lips.

     "Oh, okay. And I'm the tease. I see how it is," I say playfully. The small amount of air between us is hot and moist, and I quickly lose patience, pressing my lips to his. Hanzo almost immediately kisses back, and I smile into it. I've just opened my eyes to take in his perfect features when his pop open and he pulls away just as quickly. 

     "Wha..?" I start, but he's already walking away, taking his hair down and running his hand through it. 

     "Hey, wait," I say, jogging after him. He's already outside, standing in the rain with is eyes closed. I run up to him and cover us with my poncho. "What the hell're you doin' out here? It's freezing!"

     "...What is this?"

     "What're ya talkin' about? I thought we were havin' a good time but...?" I trail off, looking away. Hanzo sighs.

     "I'm just confused. You flirt with me and maybe kiss me once in a while, but do you actually.. want... me?" He looks up at me with (probably) unintentional puppy eyes.

     My frown quickly evaporates and I chuckle. "Hanzo..." I catch my breath. "I wouldn't be chasin' after you so much if I didn't love you." 

     We briefly make eye contact until Hanzo leans in, turning his head to lock lips with me. This time, I wrap my arms around his waist and refuse to let go. Our tongues fight for domination, but I win (of course). His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls ever so slightly, making me moan softly. A few more seconds and he pulls away, stopping only to catch his breath. My poncho is still draped over our heads, hardly doing any good to keep us dry anymore as the rain falls around us. He looks up at me, and I wink with a grin. 

     "You've made me wet in more then one way today," I joke, earning a snort from Hanzo as he shoves me under the overhang playfully, his face and ears pink. He stands on his tiptoes and laces his fingers into my wet hair once again. 

     "I love you," he says, closing his eyes, cupping my face and gently touching my nose with his.

      "I love you too, pardner." I grin and he embraces me. I assume his eyes are closed, but I peek down his gi at the muscles on his back and.. well... a little lower. "You're perfect in every way," I mutter into his shoulder. He simply squeezes the handful of hair and pulls back. 

     "Let's go inside," he says, turning around toward the base door. 

     I grip his ass firmly and mutter directly into his ear: "Yeah." He yelps and jumps back a foot or so. I grin and let go, reaching forward to open the door. Hanzo quickly slaps my ass in an attempt at revenge. I jump slightly but attempt to cover it with a laugh. He snickers quietly as we enter the base again.

Hanzo's POV

     Once inside, I pull him into my room. I know for sure that I love him now. He sits on my bed and I smile warmly. I'm about to turn to my bathroom in order to grab him a towel but he pulls me into his lap before I have chance. 

     "Jesse, we're still wet," I say, trying to get up, but he holds me down firmly. He pulls at my gi and I freeze up. 

    "I know," he whispers in my ear, his breath hot on the cold skin of my neck. I feel my hakama** tighten slightly and my face grows hot. McCree's grip loosens and he starts to laugh. "You're so fun to mess with."

With a devilish smirk, I turn around and straddle his legs. I lean into his pelvis, rotating my hips ever so slowly. "Didn't you know that it's dangerous to tease a dragon?" I mutter seductively.

It's McCree's turn to flush red; nevertheless, he maintains his confident demeanor with a smug, "I was countin' on it."

(This was really fun to write, so tell me if you want me to continue with a part two. It'll be smut. wink wonk -malanae)

*kyudo-gi is the correct name for Hanzo's shirt thing and **hakama is the correct name of Hanzo's poofy pant thingies.