Overwatch Fantasies

McCree x Reaper x Female Reader: A Christmas Surprise

Part Fifty-Two: McCree x Reaper x Female - A Christmas Surprise

Rating: EXPLICIT

This is a REQUESTED STORY (rainbowlicious33) 

Author's Note: After a dull Christmas party becomes embarrassingly worse,  the night takes a surprising turn with your mysterious but arrogant co-workers... 

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You rolled your eyes, as you entered the overly festive building, hoping to get the trivial Christmas party over and done with. You were a new recruit, determined to make a difference in the world through Overwatch. You were young, but not naïve. You'd had it tough your entire life, and you were used to having limited resources and support. You hated social interaction, and if it wasn't for your impressive skill in advanced genetics, you would have never gotten the position.

The only person you could stand was Jack, and you were certain he'd used his influence to help secure you this role.

You sighed, as you walked through the doors, small talk drowning the manor. You forced a smile, as you saw Jack and his partner, Vincent, make their way towards you.

Ah. Great. Pretending to care about a conversation I don't wish to engage in.

"Jack." You greeted with a fake smile plastered over your pretty face. You had dolled up for the occasion, opting for a stunning, slimming red dress. You figured you didn't mind the attention, and perhaps it would help you draw over some new potential allies.

You shook Jack's hand before introducing yourself to Vincent.

"Ah yes, your skill with genetics and DNA manipulation is extremely impressive. Jack's told me all about your captivating research." Vincent complimented.

"It's not that impressive compared to how you go out and fight our enemies every day." You replied modestly.

"Yes, but your material helps us in the battlefield. It has and can save lives. You are a critical asset to the team." Jack weighed in.

Doesn't feel like they're my biggest fans...

"Don't worry- it took a while for them to warm up to me. They're an interesting bunch." Jack smiled, almost as if he could read your mind.

"Thanks Captain." You smiled.

Jack nodded before taking Vincent's hand, squeezing it, and moving along to the next group of people.

You sighed, as you grabbed a champagne glass off of a passing waiter, finishing your drink immediately, as anxiety set in.

"Stay close." You instructed the waiter, before reaching for another. In the process of doing so, your elbow connected with the base of the black bar tray, knocking the remaining glasses of the expensive champagne over, drenching you in the process.

"Fuck." You hissed, as silence filled the room, as people stared over at the scene you just made.

What a way to get people to notice and befriend you. Nice.

"It's okay." You smiled, awkwardly encouraging people to return to the party.

"I'll write you a cheque." You said to the waiter, pulling out your cheque booklet, and fumbling in your bag.

"Shit." You mumbled. "Where's a fucking pen?"

"Here. Take mine." A tall, dark and handsome man offered. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, recognising him as the infamous Gabriel Reyes, commander of Blackwatch. Your eyes shifted behind him, noticing a submissive presence sheepishly lurking in the background. Despite the man having as large a stature as Gabriel, he had no power, and you knew based off of his scruffy appearance, he had to be Jesse McCree.