Overwatch Fantasies

McCree x Male Reader: Denial

Part Twenty-Nine: McCree x Male Reader - Denial

Rating: EXPLICIT

This is a REQUESTED STORY. (Requested by gayboi1111111112457)

Author's Note: This is my longest story I've actually written, just under 3000 words, which is quite surprising, as I try to keep them short and sweet. Reader discretion is definitely advised, as this story involves a little bit of violence and it may trigger people who have had trouble with their sexuality, so be warned. Regarding content, you've been lusting after Jesse since joining Overwatch and are certain that he is masking his sexuality. Will Jesse push you away just as he's always done or will he finally succumb to his desires and give you a night that you will never forget?

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'Please Jesse' you pouted, battering your eyelashes at the stoic cowboy who was smoking a cigar, exhaling the smoke in a cool and edgy manner.

'Beat it kid, I'm tired' he growled, shaking his head, growing tired of your pleas and persistence.

'You know you'll have fun. Even Gabriel and Jack are going!' you whined, stamping your foot down on the concrete floor. It was your first night off in a very long time, and you were craving a drink. Ever since you had become a member of Overwatch, and were introduced to its covert ops, Blackwatch, you couldn't take your eyes off him. He was in his twenties, and superior to you in every way.

You had seen him with many women, but something seemed off. It felt forced and strained. Over the years, the lingering ladies exiting from his quarters lessened and he became hostile and bitter.

He would never socialise with you, but caught you staring at him frequently. Jesse didn't appear to like that though, as he'd storm over and lift your frail body into the air, telling you to back off. Deep down, you liked it when he got physical with you, and intentionally irritated him to provoke a reaction.

'When will you quit it?' Jesse roared, turning and grabbing your shoulders, slamming your body against the door. You gasped, as the air was knocked out of you, as he pressed against you. You could feel the heat of his cigar against your face, as you gulped, your entire body shaking.

'Just one drink...' you whispered, terrified yet all the more aroused by his aggressive behaviour. You tried concealing your erection that had formed in your pants, shifting uncomfortably in his grasp.

'One drink and you get off my case and leave me be' he puffed, raising a finger at you. You flinched, thinking he was going to hit you, but he let you go, the grip on your shoulders evaporating.

Jesse took one last puff of his cigar, before stamping it on the ground and opening the door, leading back into the Overwatch Headquarters.

He paused there, looking back at you, vulnerability flashing through his eyes. It was only for a second, but you felt your breath become hitched in your throat. He shook his head, anger shrouding around him once more.

'Don't think I don't see your boner kid' Jesse said distastefully, almost spitting the words.

Your face reddened, as you covered yourself, embarrassed.

'Disgusting' Jesse muttered to himself as he walked back into the building, leaving you alone.

You stood there for a few minutes, dazed by what had happened. You had done it; Jesse had actually agreed to go out for a drink. You smiled to yourself, as you wandered back into the building, making sure your body had calmed down first.