McHanzo X Reader Lemons

Chapter 1

"Home at last!" You mumbled after you threw yourself onto your bed. The sheets smelled of your favorite fabric softener and they were cool to the touch. Your most recent mission had been long and tiring; your bed felt like heaven. Suddenly, your phone vibrated. You checked it and saw a text from Lena, asking if you wanted to get a well-deserved drink later. Your mouth watered at the thought, so you quickly texted her back. You two would meet at the usual place, a small dive bar downtown. A shower was definitely in order, so you stripped, went into the bathroom, and turned on the water. It warmed up quickly, and you hopped in, lavishing the feel of the hot droplets on your tired skin. As you washed up, you thought of how wonderful it was to be back home, and how much you were looking forward to tonight.

I deserve to let loose. Maybe I'll even get laid. The thought of that sent shivers down your spine, it had been a while since you were intimate with someone. The last someone, both fortunately and unfortunately for you, was none other than your cowboy teammate, the self-proclaimed "Badass Motherfucker," Jesse McCree. It was a few missions back, you two had finished a fight and the post-brawl endorphins had gotten to your heads. The event was fortunate because he was, to put things simply, the best you ever had. He knew exactly what he was doing with your body, so much so that your heart quickened at the very thought of the whole ordeal. So, what was unfortunate? You couldn't get him out of your head. That motherfucker did you so well that you highly doubted anyone else would measure up. Ever. Your thoughts quickly went south;

Why the hell did that encounter have to be so amazing when he was and is obviously not seeking any form of monogamy? You were fed up. Things were pretty awkward between the two of you afterwards, because he expressed those feelings directly you were both finished. He knew you had feelings for him and claimed the whole thing to be a mistake.

"But how could anything that felt so good and so real be any form of mistake?!" You found yourself yelling to the ceiling.

These thoughts were getting you too worked up, so you tried to forget about him for a while. You finished the shower and got ready for your night out, donning your sexiest undergarments, a pair of skinny jeans, and a cute top. After you ate and did your makeup and hair, you were ready to have some fun.

*Time skip*

"OI! Y/N!" You heard a familiar voice from across the bar. You walked through the crowd to find Lena sitting at her usual spot, two thirds through a beer.

"Hey you!" you exclaimed as you took a seat next to her and flagged down the bartender.

"How are you feeling, love?" Lena asked. "I heard Talon gave you a bit of trouble."

You ordered your first drink and responded to her question, not noticing two familiar figures making their way to a table in the back.

*Time Skip*

When you were a few drinks in, it was getting close to midnight. Lena had just left, but you were nowhere near ready to call it a night. The bar had become even more crowded, and you suddenly started to overheat. You decided to dip out a side door into an alley on the side of the building and get some air.

The air felt refreshing, and the night sky was absolutely gorgeous. However, there were some interestingly lewd noises coming from further down the alleyway. Being the inquisitive person you were, combined with the effects of the alcohol you had consumed, you decided to investigate. You thanked yourself for not wearing heels as you sneaked further away from the door and the street and you could not believe what you saw. At the end of the alley, right next to a trash can, you saw Hanzo Shimada, a coworker of yours from Overwatch, with his eyes closed, head tilting up, hands grasping something that was blocked by said trashcan, looking to be in a complete form of ecstasy.

Holy hell, is he getting a blowjob? you thought in disbelief. It sure looked like it, so you inched closer, and answered your question. Yes, Hanzo was getting some back-alley head. However, that was the least of your worries. You saw a very familiar hat peeking out from behind the trash can, as well as some boots with spurs.

No. It can't be.

But it was. You abandoned your hiding place in the shadows to see McCree's head bobbing up and down, his eyes slightly watering, and hear the guttural noises coming from his throat. He was speeding up, as Hanzo was obviously close to orgasm, and finished the job. Hanzo let out a moan, and you could not hold it in any longer.

"What the hell is this?!" you exclaimed. McCree and Hanzo immediately looked your way. Hanzo looked as if he was about to die from embarrassment, while McCree swallowed, wiped his mouth, and stood up. He grabbed his hat and put it back on as he began to speak. You immediately regretted your decision to speak as a pit of embarrassment formed in your stomach. You hurriedly interrupted McCree's first syllable;

"Oh holy shit. I-I am so sorry... I just... I-I need a drink!" and with that, you rushed inside, through the crowd, and up to the bar. Your hands waved in the air to get the bartender's attention.

"One shot of whiskey, please!"