Junkrat X Reader Novels & Stories

/// I am sitting in one of the aisles of the library, my legs drawn up against my chest so I have the option of lying on my knees the damned book of Valack , which has given me terrible drunkenness and a horrible headache again after leafing through until section seven. I shade my nose, close my eyes, and gradually let the air out of my lungs through my mouth. "How's that reading going?" I give myself a slight boom when I hear Jorfit 's voice , which happily sits all rage near me on the ground. I take one look at her and feel strongly for her to apologize for scaring me, however, when she doesn't seem to plan on doing something like this, I convince myself that she didn't get it. “ Friente .

JR pushed him down onto it, crawling over him with predatory grace. “Tell me to stop and I will,” JR said, even as his mouth latched onto Soren’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “But we both know you won’t.” Soren arched beneath him, a broken sound escaping as JR’s hand palmed him through his sweats. “This doesn’t mean anything,” he panted, even as his hips rolled up seeking more friction. JR laughed against his skin. “Keep telling yourself that, Captain.” He hooked his fingers in Soren’s waistband and dragged the fabric down, freeing him. “Look at you. Already leaking for me. So fucking stubborn… and so fucking mine.”

~Emma~ I read a book to keep my mind occupied. Alpha Jett was busy browsing his phone. Who was he texting? None of my business. He glanced at me and smiled seductively. I quickly avoided his gaze and shifted my attention to the book I'm reading. This is getting awkward! I wish the mechanic would arrive soon so he can repair the brakes on Alpha Jett's car. We can finally continue our journey. Getting holed up in a room with a good looking hunk is too much for my poor heart to handle.

"Your husband didn't even introduce me to you. I suppose I'll have to clean my hands first before touching you, as he might end up killing me if I touch you with dirty hands." Scarlet blushed as she watched him genuinely wipe his hand. "W-what? Don't be so dramatic..." Jetro's smirk widened as he extended his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Jetro Xi, your husband's best friend. And don't think I'm exaggerating, because you didn't see how ready he was to kill Mister Ford earlier."

Possible Minor Trigger Warning I watched with glee as Katrina leaped up onto the table, her movements agile and effortless, just like always. She lowered her chest to the table with her eyes glued to Jonas Senior’s face, stalking him like the prey he was, making me lick my lips in anticipation of watching her do her thing. I sat up straighter as she neared him, her body almost quivering with excitement. She leaped at him, and he fell to the floor under her weight. She pinned him in place with her jaws on either side of his throat, barely touching his skin as she waited for her next order. I smirked at Jonas Junior as I met his eyes before bringing my finger up to tap it against my chin. I kn

“Please… I can’t. Not again.” Tank didn’t talk much. He just stared at her like a price he'd been gifted, already palming the bulge in his dirty cargo pants. The big man was easily six-five and built like a fridge. Jax sat down in one of the chairs, legs spread, and lit a cigarette. “Strip her.”

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Erotic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 “What? 250 days? 12 hours per day? Do you want to kill me? Do you want me to live my whole day having sex? When will I have a time of my own??” I flared He smirked “Why would I kill you? Well, if you don’t want it like that, reduce the amount and I’ll reduce the days;” he said

[KHALI] "So, she's the kitten?” My dad asked as I went downstairs. I know he's curious and surely astonished seeing me with a girl since I never introduced any girl to them after Carmine left me. "Yes, dad. She's Jane Terranova, the CEO of JT Telecom," I muttered. "JT Telecom?” My dad questioned as he peered over his glasses at me. I grabbed a sandwich that our house helper had made and bit into it. "Yes, sounds familiar to you?” I asked inquisitively as I swallowed the sandwich.

My sweatshirt and water bottle slip from my hands, falling to the floor. “Fuck, Quinn,” Jax growls, reaching out to cup my cheek with his other hand, running the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “I want you so fucking bad that it’s driving me insane.” My knees go a little weak at his admission, but by some miracle I’m able to keep my wits about me. “Then stop caring so much about what Theo would think,” I challenge, eyes fixed on his. “What kind of alpha doesn’t take what he wants?”

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound