Overwatch CFNM: McCree Brandishes His Revolver

Oficial Ana Flores’ hands trembled slightly as she approached the subject, trying to ignore the sweat beading down his toned abdominal muscles and the pounding of her own heart in his chest. The two of them were surrounded by dozens of bystanders and a ring of police officers pointing their weapons at them, with nothing but the sound of waves and seagulls interrupting the tense silence. She noticed how calm he seemed despite the considerable amount of guns pointed at him as she began running her gloved fingers through his tangled, dirty blond hair, exposing the deep, dark roots beneath. 

“Dyed?” she asked suspiciously, wondering why someone who supposedly wasn’t a criminal would go to such drastic lengths to disguise themselves. 

“Grays. Gettin’ a little long in the tooth I suppose,” he replied, as quick on his feet as he is on the trigger.

The officer nodded skeptically but didn’t press further, instead telling him to open his mouth so she could do a quick oral examination. His big brown eyes met hers as she ran her fingers across his tongue and she felt her heart flutter despite herself. As she tentatively traced her fingertips across his tongue, his large, doe-like brown eyes gazed up at her, and she couldn't help the way her heart danced a nervous rhythm within her chest.

Were all bombing suspects this hot?

"Well now, I ain't one to complain about a lady's touch," he drawled, a lopsided grin spreading across his face as she slowly withdrew her fingers from his mouth. "But darlin', you sure you're up for this? 'Cause I might just have to put up a bit of a fight."

The rookie officer frowned. Smooth-talkers made her suspicious. 

“Normally a man would be conducting this search,” she admitted, appreciating the uncomfortable situation he was in, “ But there was obviously no one stationed on the beach with experience in explosives. My tío is the Directorate General of Explosives and so it was decided that it had to be.”

She hoped the explanation would suffice. Personally, she didn’t think the man fit the profile of a bomber, but there was something dangerous about him. She could tell. Something about how his eyes assessed her made her feel like his saccharine tone was a feint. 

“I-I’m going to need to check your chest now,” she grimaced, hating how nervous her voice sounded in her own ears. 

“Of course,” he chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement as he glanced down at his naked chest. “ Who knows what I could have on me? ”

She couldn't tell if that sarcasm was meant to be playful or insulting. Either way, she felt her hands continuing to tremble as they brushed across his chest, her fingers dancing eagerly across the contours of his sculpted muscles. For someone who claimed to be “getting long in the tooth”, he was impressively fit. Clean-shaven too, with only a thin trail of dark hair leading down from his navel to the waistband of his board shorts. Her pinky finger unknowingly traced that line of hair as she chewed her lip.

“You done?” he raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with molasses. 

The officer hesitated, wishing she could be done, but knowing that procedure demanded a full search.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to need t-to, take down your, um…” she stumbled over her words, her mind racing faster than her mouth could keep up with. 

His eyes darkened slightly as he looked at her, and she found herself unable to break his gaze. “If you’re going to do it, then you should at least be able to say it.”

“You’re right,” she said, trying to sound more authoritative, “I’m going to need to take down your shorts to complete the search.”

She saw the first hint of nervousness in his eyes as they swept over the crowd of onlookers. 

“We have confiscated everyone’s tablets, hololinks, and other recording devices,” she added, trying to ease his fears a little, “If it were up to me, we would  wish we have conducted this search in private.”

Her face reddened as she realized the unintended implications of what she had just said. 

“Is that so?” he replied, flashing those perfect white teeth of his.

Oh God, let’s get this over with before I pass out. 

She grabbed the waistband of his shorts and started shimmying them down.