A/N: Backstory to Bloodrush, a series featuring a love triangle between Soldier:76, the reader, and Reaper. This will be a two-shot, set in the past when Overwatch was still thriving, when Gabriel Reyes was Blackwatch Commander.

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The remote sound of honking cars woke you from your slumber, setting off an adrenaline rush as you recalled your last waking moment. Your first instinct was to flee, but instead of regarding it as you normally would, you lulled yourself still as the searing memories came flooding in.

The recollections that forced their way into your mind were flashes of hot, aggressive, penetrative slams as flesh met flesh in a carnal dance—a struggle for dominance as you and your lover used each other to sate your bodily yearnings.

You were sure the mental images weren't only a dream because there was a delicious, dull ache persisting between your thighs. You shivered when you realized how thoroughly and wonderfully you'd been fucked.

Because you were quite attuned with your sensuality, one-night-stands weren't an unfamiliar phenomenon to you. Animals mate—humans are no exception. You considered sex a stress-reliever. Nothing more, nothing less.

At least... that was what you used to believe. This philosophy of yours shattered the moment this stranger dragged you into his bed. Your experience with him seemed to have left you reeling.

Cursing the reality of your situation, you finally noticed that someone was next to you. Judging by his soft and even breaths, he was quite peaceful in his slumber. And in spite of your inclination to get the hell out, you took a moment to study his features.

Even in the dark, it was easy to study the outlines and planes of his well-built figure. You appreciated the pleasant symmetry to his face—his angular jaw, partly-hidden beneath the trimmed beard, and his pouting lips.

Your eyes lingered on those lips, and you realized they had kissed every intimate part of you...

So you let your gaze linger a few moments more as desire set your blood on fire and settled deep in your belly.

There was no dispute over his attractiveness. He was sexy, and the healed scars decorating the expanse of his bronze skin only intensified your lust for him—those battle scars gave an impression of danger. Furthermore, it excited you that there was an air of unpredictability about him, that he may be someone who lived under extraordinary circumstances... someone you'd never risk having a relationship with.

And though he was easy on the eyes, you couldn't decide if your attraction to your Latino lover was based on his appearance alone. You'd noticed that he was sparing with his words, sitting alone at the bar when you met him earlier in the night. Apparently he frequented the watering hole you visited your first night in town.

It was difficult to remember what had sparked your conversation or what prompted you to drink with him. Especially when you had work in the morning—and to make matters worse, tomorrow was going to be the first day of your new job.

As unexpected as it was, the social call ended up taking place, and one drink became two... which led to three, and so on and so forth.

What the hell was I thinking?

Annoyed with yourself, you looked to the night stand nearby for your phone.

6:30 AM.

Correction: tomorrow was today.

When it occurred to you that you had to be at work in the next two hours, you moved quickly, sitting up and bringing your legs over the edge of the bed. You needed to gather your things and leave. Being late on the first day was not a good initial impression to make.

A trail of clothes littered the floor from the doorway to the bed—yours and his combined. You leaned forward when you suddenly felt the ache in your pelvis intensify into a spasm. The churning sensation that came out of nowhere was strong enough to force a gasp out of you, and it was hard to tell whether you were having a bout of phantom-orgasms... or if you were just experiencing an aftermath of your rough love-making. Or maybe it was both.

Either way, the involuntary hiss you let out woke him up.

"Are you doing alright?"

You felt the mattress shift as he sat upright behind you.

"I can't tell yet," You managed, doing your best to stay motionless, and hoped the feeling would pass.

"You should take it easy. We went at it pretty hard last night."

You weren't sure how to respond to his last statement, so you opted with, "Thanks...?"

He fell quiet, and you stayed rigid in your seated position at the edge of the bed. The longer the silence went on, the more you felt the air crackle with electrifying intensity.

Even with your back turned to him, you could feel the stranger's gaze roaming over you, as if devouring you with his smoldering eyes—the way you had so openly observed him earlier as he slept.

"Look," You began, breaking the profound silence. You kept your eyes trained ahead, out the window where the skyline was still dark and dotted with stars. "We'll probably never see each other again so we don't have to do the thing where we pretend to care about each other... I'm fine."

"In that case, how about we go another round?"

You considered his offer and looked over your shoulder at him.

This hunk of a man, sitting with his knee bent and leg drawn up to his chest, was exposing himself to you. That wanton position was done on purpose and was intended to get you going.

He wore a devilish smirk on his face, mischief glinting in his dark eyes.

And it was hard to ignore his giant erection, jutting proudly skyward, flush against his abdomen.

"I..." You began lamely, feeling your brain go numb at the sight of him. "I have to get ready for work."

"A quick fuck, then," He said, catching wind of your desire for him. "After all... we're never going to see each other again, right?"

Your brain started to fail you, and that intense spasm was returning with a vengeance—you felt yourself growing wet, just seeing how openly horny this stranger was for you.

Sensing your hesitation, he got up and made his way around the bed. Standing in front of you and having absolutely zero modesty, he was practically showing you how beautifully endowed he was.

The thick flesh before you was warm, swollen, and firm. Alluring to behold.

And your body seemed adamant to have him inside you again because your cunt felt tight and your clit buzzed in response to the breath-stealing vision before you.

As the sunlight began to flood the room, you saw the precum forming at the head of his manhood, the distended veins running along its length, and the tautness at the base of his cock—all evidence of how much he wanted to bury himself inside you.

You looked up, noting the fierceness in his eyes—and some other emotion you couldn't name because it was fleeting.

"I don't have any more condoms," You realized, nearly to your relief. Part of you wanted to fuck him again, but another part was afraid.

Afraid that if you joined in another stint of passion with him—no matter how brief, you might really fail to detach from this one-night-stand.

"Let me use my mouth, then," He said to your surprise.

"W-what?" You stammered as he settled himself atop of you, laying you down.

"I don't expect anything in return. No strings attached, like you said last night." He said, pressing his lips against your cheek—nuzzling against your skin as they headed southward.

He coasted the tips of his fingers along your nape while his teeth scraped lightly along the line of your neck. The effect was unbearable.

All you could do was shut your mind off and surrender to the delicious feeling he was kindling in you.

"Let's see how many times I can make you cum," He sounded like the devil, one you'd gladly give your soul to if you could experience this kind of pleasure whenever you wanted it.

His lips were tracing a molten path, and yet... everything he did was shiver-inducing.

His fingers tightened around your peaked nipples, and you caught your lip between your teeth as another fiery spasm shot down to your core.

His touch was expert, he knew how to please a woman. And typically, you'd think nothing of it—but irrational jealousy crept into your mind for a brief moment.

The negative emotion was driven away when your lover suddenly shifted and changed his position. He loomed over you, brought you to the edge of the bed, and lifted your legs above you. Hands on the back of your thighs, he kept your feet suspended over your head so that you were now exposed to him.

"Look how wet you are, and I've barely done anything to your tight little pussy," His voice was maddeningly sexual as he brought his face close to the most intimate part of you.

You shut your eyes and groaned in your pleasure as he touched you with his tongue, his movements calculated—with slow deliberation. He traced the tip around the outer rim of your heated flesh, taking his own pleasure in the sweetness of you.

With your lips parted to draw quick breaths and your head thrown back in abandon, you clutched the sheets as this wonderful man catered to your bodily needs. He knew how to touch you, to render you defenseless.

You whimpered as he pressed his mouth right up against you, sucking in a kiss. Your whole body quivered as you bore through the sweet agony. You had no choice but to bear through it. Though it was too much to endure, you would cry if he withdrew his touch from you.

Your flesh, your entire body seemed to burn with fever as he continued his ministrations. And when your climax ripped through you, your lover made it last, prolonging the devastating bliss until you sagged back onto the mattress.

"One." He murmured huskily as he gently lowered your legs. He settled beside you, running his deft fingers along the glistening lips of your cunt.

Before you knew it, he took your chin in his other hand and pressed his lips firmly against yours. The moment you engaged in the kiss, he slipped his finger inside you.

The invading sensation was much better than your expectation. Instantly, he induced another climax, and you thought you'd faint when the pleasure wasn't letting up.

The walls of your womanhood was clenching tightly around his finger, drawing him in with an unrelenting grip. Your whole body was in a sea of ecstasy.

"Two," His laughter was titillatingly wicked. "Your body seems to like my touch."

"Stop counting and fuck me," You demanded, your ferocity incited by this perception that he's woven a spell over you.

His smile vanished upon your erotic demand. His desire for you flared, shooting through him so raw, all he could do was endure the savage ache and wait for it to ease before he could even think or move a muscle.

It took a lot of willpower to move slowly and not drive himself senselessly into you.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," You propped yourself up on your elbows. "Hurry before I change my mind. And you can't cum inside me."

"That's a shame," He said to your surprise. When he caught your expression, he followed up with, "Just a joke."

"You don't strike me as the comedic type."

I'm not. Your lover moved hastily, settling between your legs as he exerted great effort to be gentle while parting them.

You bit your lip in anticipation, watching as he gripped his erection and stroked the impressive length a few times before positioning its flared head against your labia.

Your inhibitions lowered, the broad pressure of his cock was a lot more pleasurable than you'd anticipated. His slow thrust forced a gasp out of you.

"Oh fuck, baby," He strained to say, his breaths measured as his fingers tightened their hold on your outer thighs, digging into your flesh. "Your pussy feels so fucking good."

You shut your eyes tightly, clenching your jaw to stem your moans when he began to move.

What began as slow, careful motions became vicious thrusts. "Yes, yes, yes..." You panted to yourself as your toes clenched, your legs braced, your back arched—all to accommodate him as he pounded you, grinding his hips against you.

As your lovemaking continued, heavy breathing filled the room. He and you both took deep, hungering breaths—you felt the broad shaft buried between your thighs move in strong, steady strokes.

And your entire world shattered when you couldn't bear the escalating pressure. You came around him, crying out as a vicious wave crashed over you. He didn't relent, carrying his savage cadence, continuing to fuck you through your fierce climax.

He withdrew out of you abruptly, wrapping his hand around his erection. Wet with your cum, it flexed forcefully in his grasp as he fondled himself. While he stroked the length of his cock, a strangled groan sounded from deep in his throat when the fierce jet of his ejaculation spurted over your labia, on your thigh, on your stomach.

You gasped, surprised at the hot fluid splattered on your skin. Your lover was breathing harshly, his lips close to your ear as he attempted to mutter an apology for ejaculating on you.

"Are you okay?" He queried breathlessly and rolled onto his back beside you.

More than okay! You wanted to say but refrained. You felt incredible. And you'd be perfectly fine if time were to stop and allow you to spend eternity having sex with him.

"Yeah," You answered instead. "Thanks for the sex." You meant to get up after expressing your gratitude, but your legs felt like jelly. You were going to have to put a lot more effort into moving it seemed.

"Don't thank me," He said in between labored breaths. "It was great for me, too."

Your phone suddenly rang beside you, and you realized it was way past 8:00. Your long-time friend and boss (in a sense) was calling you, and you felt your stomach drop.

"Shit!" You cursed, then answered your phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, are you okay with taking it slow today? I forgot to call yesterday to tell you someone's going to come pick you up.  He'll give you a tour of the Grand Mesa base."

"Sure," You sat up slowly, trying not to let the aftermath of the sex affect you too much. That delicious ache you'd felt earlier was present and persistent now. "What time is he coming? I'm at the City West hotel."

"I'll give him a heads-up and have him call you. His name's Gabriel Reyes."

"Alright, boss," You smiled a little, relieved that you still had some time to get ready. "Just call me back if anything changes."

"Will do. See you soon, [Y/N]. I've missed you."

"Same. I'll see you soon."

You ended the call and brought yourself to the edge of the bed, physically and mentally preparing yourself to end this one-night-stand and bid your temporary lover goodbye.

But an unfamiliar ringtone chimed, turning out to be his phone. Still lounging on his back, he answered, "Hey. Tell me I'm off the hook."

He sighed deeply, listening to the obscured voice on the other line. "Fine. But this is above my pay grade and you know it, Jack."

Jack? You raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him.

"City West? That's where I'm at right now. Just forward her number to me. I'll get in touch."

Ending the call, the stranger looked intently at his screen. And in a moment's passing your phone began to ring.

He looked at you in a sort of awe and dread before sitting up.

You answered your phone and looked at him, "Gabriel Reyes?"

Your voice came through his phone, and you saw his face pale. "...you're Jack's best friend?"

"You're my Overwatch escort?" You turned your phone off, noting how bewildered and worried he appeared now that he knew who you were. "What's wrong?"

"We're co-workers." He said.

"What's wrong with that?" You gave him a mildly-wounded look, the gravity of your situation not quite yet sinking in with you.

"Nothing. It's just... fuck." He cussed as he stood up. "Jack's going to murder me."

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A/N: Stay tuned for part two! And tell me what you think, guys! Thanks for reading!