Junkrat X Reader Novels & Stories

"I was only going to look for a second. Please do not be mad. I'll leave right now. I quit the job and I won't tell anyone what I saw." He picked up the journal, flipped it open to the exact page I had written, and held it out so I could see it again. "Do not lie to me. You read more than one line. Your face is red, your nipples are hard against your shirt, and you keep squeezing your thighs together like your little pussy is wet from what I wrote." He leaned down closer, his breath brushing against my ear. "Tell me the truth, Lana. Did reading about me stretching her and filling her with cum make your pussy wet?"

Anything else required major brain cells, and I had none at the moment. I must have lost all track of time when I first entered the room. Considering our differences in height, I wasn’t able to see much, but what I saw was gloriously naked Naja. His clothes shredded and on the floor. His tribal tattoos were on full display, even the one on his upper thigh, which made my insides melt. There in black was my name, Charlotte, in big bold script. After seeing that, my mind went completely blank. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing my eyes landed on. My cheeks flushed and heat pooled between my thighs as I fixed my gaze on his long, thick appendage. In my mind, I kept thinking about how his cock

Lena watched with heavy-lidded eyes, her fingers lazily circling her own clit. Riley kicked off her jeans and panties, revealing smooth, shaved skin and more tattoos trailing down her hips. I laid her back on the wide chair beside Lena and positioned myself between her thighs. My cock was aching, still slick from Lena. I rubbed the head up and down Riley’s wet slit, teasing her clit until she was squirming. “Jax… please,” she breathed, reaching down to guide me.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I hear a deep voice blurt out. No... That voice... Could it be...? No way! It just can't be! "Terra?" The voice calls gently. Now I'm sure it's him. I open my eyes, halfway, laying wasted on the couch. Zara is passed out and Ren is drunk as fuck. "CJ?" He looks like a fucking snack in that untacked white shirt with folded sleeves, his veins poking out of his hands... I've never seen a man look so good and so sexy...

His mouth moved down my throat towards my nipples “Jaxon” I whispered as his hands moved down towards the mound of my pussy. He briefly put his hands into my pussy. “You are so wet and ready for me.” He murmured, his warm breath on my body. He slowly untied the strings of my pajamas pants and I allowed it to fall to the ground. Exposing my pussy. He walked me backward to the bed and pushed me down to the mattress. He turned me over. “This is how sluts are treated.” He said before he parted my legs with his knees and began to use his dick to stroke my pussy.

I looked at Charlotte ex-lover and nodded, He walked up and stood In front of everyone, “Now let's hit the Jackpot, It is getting pretty funner than I expected, I'm patiently waiting to see the look on everyone's face, Especially Drake and Charlotte Father” “Good day Everyone, I'm Lucas, Charlotte's ex-lover, but we don't have anything together anymore. We dated years ago and we already broke up. I have been the one stalking her, and I am truly sorry for that…” I looked at him, surprised at what he was saying, What is he doing? He was supposed to tell everyone about their secret baby and not this.

She opened it and her stomach flipped. Jax filled the doorway, six-four, shoulders like bridge beams, black tank top stretched across a tattooed chest, arms corded with muscle, jeans low on narrow hips. Dark stubble, scarred knuckles, eyes the color of wet slate. Tool belt slung low, heavy wrench in one hand. “Leak?” he rumbled, voice like gravel. “Under the sink,” Lena managed, stepping aside.

She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain. “Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered. He moved to the other breast, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans. He pushed them down along with her panties in one rough motion. Mira kicked them off the rest of the way. Now she was completely naked under him. Jake sat back on his knees and looked at her body. His eyes were dark with hunger. “So fucking pretty,” he said.