Junkrat X Reader Novels & Stories

eyes fell on erica exposed leg, his length twitched inside his jeans seeing her smooth, glowing skin , he threw his phone on bed and hovered on Erica, because of Samrat sudden action erica got up from her sleep and found herself caged under Samrat muscular arms, she quickly moved her body and slipped away from his hold, erica made her run to exit bedroom but Smarat kicked her from behind making her fell down flat on her stomach , Samrat again hovered on to of her body and slapped her in face twice “Samrat no please.....ple...esss not today...i am still bleeding...please smarat...NOoo..” erica pleaded and screamed but Samrat ignored her plead , he was iron hard for her , his eyes had gone to

Jor recognized Janet, he had mistakenly slept with her the day he came drunk and when he became sober, he apologized to her and that was it but ever since that day, Janet hasn't let him be. He stood up from his bed, still naked, ignoring the gasps coming from Janet, as he walked to his wardrobe. Jor knew he wasn't a bad catch. He was handsome. His blue rounded eyes were like the sky, his black shoulder length hair was pulled up in a ponytail. His muscles were massive and he used every chance to flaunt them. He felt the hands of Janet around his waist and one of her hands trailing down his pelvis and grabbing his di.ck.

James. I haven't felt so much energy in my life. I woke up feeling on top of the world. Jane was cuddled in my arms, and I could not believe we had finally claimed her. After two hundred human years, we had finally found her. I remembered our first encounter with her and how we hated her. Then I saw her at the back of the club with a weirdo. We did not feel any pull to her, and I knew it was because of our missing orb, yet the universe had guided us to her and kept her in our lives. We would have missed out. The night we brought her home from the club, I felt a slight pull to her, and I believed it was because she was gorgeous; how could we have known she was our mate? Things heated up when

"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

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

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.

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.

I gasp. "Hmmm, so let me guess, you were expecting a dusty dungeon with a flooded toilet and a mildewed tub?" My eyes became enormous cock hardens against my thighs. "Oh no, not at all! I know that it is just on t.v.That shit isn't real!" "It's not… real?" Raquel grinds his heated body into my pelvis, squeezing my hips, sending a chill right to my core. My breathing becomes labored. His voice deepens, "What did you expect to be real, Katrina? Spiders and roaches crawling out of the drain pipes?"