Bad Name (McCree X Reader)

Chapter 26: No Limits

Ayah has been living in Watchpoint: Gibraltar for nearly a month now. When you're just hanging around your quarters, you can hear tiny barefooted footsteps on the floor in the hallway outside your door. Today, you get pretty hungry, so you decide to go to the mess hall for some lunch. While walking down the hallway, you nearly get the wind knocked out of you when Ayah bumps into you.
"Oh! Sorry!" You laugh a little.
For the first time, Ayah smiles up at you before running past you, continuing to cause whatever mischief she can. You chuckle to yourself and continue to the mess hall.
Jesse, lately, has been pretty distant. He's been smelling more and more of cigarettes and alcohol. He spends most of his time alone and away from you. You start to regret yelling at him about Ayah. You want to talk to him, but you can't muster up the courage or the composure to. You're still pissed.
When you walk into the crowded mess hall, you see Jesse at a table by himself. You sit at the other end of his table. You look over at him and see him looking at you.
"Hey, honeybee," he says sweetly, sliding next to you.
You don't even want to talk to him.
"I was just thinkin'... where should we have our honeymoon...?" He leans in close to you. "Maybe the Bahamas? Or maybe the Great Barrier Reef?"
You don't even look at him. Jesse brings out the big guns.
"Well, I guess it don't matter where we go. It'll all be the same at the end of the night..." he flirts as he deepens his voice to a sexy drone, "just you... me... and a bed covered in rose petals..."
You flinch when Jesse puts his hand on your thigh.
"Wouldn't that be fun...?" Jesse whispers in your ear as he moves his cold, metal hand up your skirt. You hold his hand when you feel his fingers come into contact with your sensitive spot.
"J-J-Jesse... we're in public..." you look up at him, face bright red.
"Ain't that more excitin'?" Jesse says. You do admit, it does make you a lot more excited. You put your hand over Jesse's and touch yourself with him. You try your damn hardest not to make it obvious. You hold in your moans and squeaks by keeping your mouth shut.
"T-tell me more..." you whisper.
"Good..." Jesse whispers, his lips inches away from your ears, "I'll let ya do whatever you want... Anythin'..."
"A-anything...?" You bite your lip.
"Anythin'... Tell me what ya want..."
You blush deeply and lean into Jesse's ear, confessing your deepest, darkest desires. You feel him flinch when you say it.
"I-if that's too much... I..." you try to take it back.
"That's fuckin' hot." Jesse snickers. "I always had a feelin' you were a kinky bitch..."
You curl your toes and tense up when he finishes his sentence.
"Ya like it when I call you a bitch...?" Jesse pushes his fingers deep inside of you.
"Mmhmm..." you nod, leaning into him and lifting your leg up a little. Jesse goes deeper and faster and you're getting closer, closer, closer, until...
Jesse pulls his fingers out of you. You grab his wrist and whine at Jesse, begging him to continue. He stands up and walks out of the mess hall. Your face is bright red and you're completely flustered. You want to finish it yourself, but...
"Oi, Moonlight!"
You come crashing down from your high as you cross your legs to hide the wetness. "Hey, Tracer."
Lena places her tray on the table and sits next to you. You have a nice chat before heading back to your room. When you open the door, Jesse is laying on the bed with a whole bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand. You lean against the doorframe.
"I hope you're not expecting to finish that all on your own." You lay down next to him, pulling the bottle away from him and taking a long drink, the bottle's contents bubbling like the water cooler in the office area. You sigh, wipe the corner of your mouth and put the cap back on. The alcohol almost immediately kicks in while you scroll through Tumblr. You place your phone on your chest and stare at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"I'm sorry for pressuring ya."
"No, no, there were a lot better ways for me to handle that. I know how strongly you feel about it."
"I'm sorry for... doin' that durin' lunch."
"Now that, you don't need to apologize for. That was fucking hot and you know it."
"Heh heh... I'll admit it, it was a bold move, even for me. I just got a thing for..."
You sit up and blink. "Public sex!? Whoa... I never expected that from you!"
Jesse nearly finishes off the bottle while nervously sweating. "And I never expected ya to be an assassin when I first met ya."
You share a laugh before finally starting to settle down.

Hi everyone,
I hope you're all having a great Christmas. If you don't celebrate, have a great holiday season, final bit of the year and time to spend with your family. Here's to 2019 being slightly better than 2018! (Also sorry for this sinful chapter being published on Christmas.)

Your Author,
Lucille