Overwatch Fantasies

Teacher McCree x Female Student: Secret

Part Four: Teacher McCree x Female Student - Secret

Rating: MODERATE

Author's Note: This is a erotic, somewhat forbidden love story between you and your professor... Regarding content, this takes place at your dream academy and your feelings for a certain Jesse McCree threatens your dreams... Can you keep a secret?

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You were nervous, shaking as you arrived at his office. You felt self-conscious, wondering if what you had decided to wear was appropriate. It was a Saturday and you knew no one would see you, no one except for Jesse... You took a deep breath, as you knocked on the door of Jesse's office. You closed your eyes, remembering your history together and how complicated your relationship with him had gotten. You knew you had ruined it now. You had let him down, yet you had to explain that you were trying to be selfless rather than just selfish.

You recalled your first lesson with the handsome Jesse McCree. You'd just been accepted into the academy of your dreams and got to study all of your favourite subjects; advanced literature, theatre, psychology and modern history. You loved the humanities subjects and were happy to pursue your dreams and become a qualified writer. Your first day was brilliant – you never really fit in, but that was a fact that you were used to. You felt like you were misunderstood and were classified as a 'teacher's pet', but you were just eager to learn.

Modern history was the last subject of the day and you felt your heart beat increase as you laid your eyes on your professor for the first time. You were seated in the front row, as he walked in. You couldn't pull your eyes away from him; his powerful stride across the lecture theatre, his thick muscular arms bulging out of his tight shirt while he taught, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about history – you could tell he was passionate about this subject. His dark hair falling over his eyes, where he'd occasionally push it out of his face in the middle of his sentences. His eyes were a light brown, with specks of gold scattered throughout of him. You were mesmerized by his words, tasting each one like it was a sweet wine.

Jesse and you had such a strong, professional relationship initially. You drastically improved with each essay you handed up, garnering his attention. He could tell you were interested in every subject he taught ranging from the Russian Revolution to the movements of the Suffragettes. You spent extra time studying outside of class, working hard to impress him and make the most of his exquisite and impassioned teaching.

He asked you to stay behind one afternoon after class and suggested meeting for one on one sessions for extra credit. You were elated, accepting the offer right there and then. However, you couldn't decide whether you were more excited about learning extra content or spending more time with Jesse.

You met up with him externally twice a week, preparing for the end of the semester exam, that would determine over half of your final grade. You were certain that with Jesse's help you were going to nail it but saddened that he would no longer be your professor.

However, your relationship with him changed drastically one fateful afternoon. He was observing you after he'd given you a reading. You were reading through the textbook about the booming 20s' comparing the rich, Gatsby-like people to those who were less fortunate. You glanced over the example pictures, intrigued by one of the women... She was a charming blonde with a slender figure wearing a black shimmy dress. You were absolutely stunned by her attractiveness.

'Wow' you breathed to yourself 'She's so beautiful'

Jesse looked up, hearing your words and without thinking, responded.