Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Overwatch: Widowmaker & Junkrat	By : somestories Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 3176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch or any of it's characters. Nor do I make any money or profits from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Ain't that a kick to the head
- 1
Four heroes of Overwatch were staying at a Summer resort hotel in the hot Australian Outback. The party consisted of Widowmaker, Bastion, Junkrat and Zenyata. They each were busy doing there own personal activities in their free time.
For Bastion, it was bird calling in the wilderness. Zenyata spent much of his time meditating near a waterfall. Widowmaker decided to practice her shots and Junkrat was busy testing out explosive materials he would find in the wild. After a while of testing his explosives to no avail, a bored Junkrat decided to see what everyone else was up to. Since he knew where Widowmaker was, he decided to bother her first.
The purple clad beauty was shining in the bright sun atop the 10 story hotel building. She had gotten permission to practice firing silenced sniper shots at targets that she had created and placed out on the distant horizon that the hotel overlooked.
Junkrat quietly got to the roof and was instantly entranced by the sight of Widowmaker's reflective blue and purple backside as she stood straight up, focusing her shot. His tongue dropped out and he began drooling at the site of her delicious blue buns, subtly flexing as she held her breath. Unable to control himself, he silently tiptoed towards her. Right as she was pulling the trigger he thrust his hands out and got a full grip of the meaty ass.
"AAH!" Widowmaker wailed, firing a shot into the sky as she instinctively dropped the rifle and did a jumping backwards spin kick, slamming her foot against Junkrat's head and knocking him a good five feet back.
"Junkie!" Widowmaker said, using her pet name for him. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!"
"Ahhh....No worries..." Junkrat said, spinning his head as he looked up at the imaginary birds circling his head.
Widowmaker immediately took him to her room on the top floor, which was a beautiful suite that looked out at the vista with a huge window. She placed him on her bed that sat next to the bed. "Smells....pretty in here....." He said, still delusional.
"Oh my dear..." Widowmaker said empathetically, feeling the huge lump on Junkrat's now bandaged forehead. "I'm gonna get an ice pack."
She returned with one and covered him in her sheets. She would watch over Junkrat for the next hour, laying on her side next to him while she held the ice pack to his head as he slept. While they would seem like an unusual matching, Widowmaker had always had an extreme infatuation with Junkrat, knowing full well how crazy he was. Were it anyone else that grabbed her ass, she would have finished the job and thrown them off the building. However, finding out it was Junkrat and that she nearly killed him for it broke her heart.
He awoke feeling much better but with a slight headache an hour later. Junkrat could barely remember what had just happened to him. He was now sitting in his underwear on the couch in Widowmaker's bright hotel living room. "Where am I..." He said touching the welt on his forehead.
"It's okay, Junkie..." Widowmaker's voice echoed from her bedroom. She then walked out barefoot and in a white bathrobe.
"Oh Widow..." Junkrat said. "Sorry 'bout earlier. Couldn't help myself. Sometimes all the gunpowder gets to the senses, ya' know?"
"It's okay." She responded. "Had I known it was you...." She looked down at the floor with a look of remorse in her eyes. "Sorry...."
"Ah no worries!" He said waving his hand to her. "Ow!" He said, feeling the throbbing sensation in his head.
Widowmaker quickly walked to him and crawled on the couch towards him. "Are you okay mon amant (my lover)?" She asked in French as she gently touched his forehead, giving him a great view of her hanging cleavage in his face.
"Oh uh, yeah, just a bump." He said, trying his best to control himself, even though Widowmaker wanted him to grab them. "Sorry if I'm a little crazy sometimes....or all the time." Junkrat said, staring at the blue cleavage.
Widowmaker giggled and stood up, stepping back four steps, facing Junkrat so that he could get a great view of her whole body as she began to untie her bath robe very slowly. "You know, I'm just as crazy in my own way, too. I'm just not around enough people for it to be obvious knowledge."
Junkrat smiled at what she said, feeling an emotional rapport with the deadly sniper.
She then pulled out the robe tie and dropped the robe to the floor, revealing her body to the injured man. Her blue skin and perfect shape made Junkrat's jaw drop and his penis rise in disbelief that this was actually happening. All that she wore were some black fishnet leggings from her feet to her lower waist. She did a slow spin as she walked towards Junkrat displaying her nude goods "Only a crazy woman would be willing to accept training that slows her heart rate to almost nothing and turns her skin blue! All just to be a better sniper." She placed both hands on Junkrat's lap as she bent over, with her naked tits now completely in his face.
"The blue's a nice touch though..." Junkrat said nervously, to which she gave a light chuckle.
"Go on....grab them." Widowmaker said in a soft tone to not exacerbate Junkrat's headache.
He raised his hands and grasped the firm large breasts as they dangled before him, making Widowmaker giggle with glee at the sensual feeling.
"I want you to just relax...Go on, taste them"
He then raised them up and started to suck on her perfectly shaped nipples causing her to climb on top of Junkrat and grind on him as he sucked the sweet breast milk out of her blue mammerries. He then grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, feeling the sexy fishnets touching his hands.
Feeling his bulge, she grabbed his crotch and pulled his big curved meat out and rolled her eyes as she stuffed it into her pussy, causing her vaginal walls to naturally grip the manhood in response to the stimuli. She then put her feet on the couch and squatted on top of Junkrat's throbbing penis, squatting up and down as he played with her breasts. The sight of her big hips bobbing up and down on him drove Junkrat bonkers, causing him to laugh maniacally as he slapped the butt cheeks.
She then stood up and faced away from him as she guided his cock into her tight asshole that he so desired for a long time.
"Oh my god...." He shuddered with delight as her tight anus opened around his cock, engulfing his penis as she started to bounce her ass up and down on him. Unable to help himself, he started to spank Widowmaker's large ass cheeks, turning them a dark pink as she continued getting ass fucked by the crazy wounded Aussie.
He then leaned forward and grabbed Widowmaker by the breasts and got her into a full nelson position. He grabbed both of her legs from behind the knees and lifted her legs into the air as he kept his cock in her butt, fucking her asshole harder and harder. Her eyes crossed and she stuck her tongue out as her hair fell into her face from her body's wild shaking, unable to move her arms. The wrestling turned sex move quickly became Widowmaker's favorite as she roared like a wild animal woman.
"Ah fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Junkrat said as he stretched her asshole with his wet cock.
"Ah Oui! Oui! Cum in my ass! Cum deep inside this asshole!" Widowmaker cried out, feeling tears come out of her eyes as she felt the dual-natured pain and pleasure of anal.
"FIRE IN TH' HOLE!" Junkrat shouted as he began to shoot his load into Widowmaker's hot stretched asshole, causing her ass cheeks to shake and twitch on him as he pumped his her ass to the brim. He then let go of Widowmaker's locked legs and grabbed her ass cheeks, lifting her up off of his cock. As the tight squeeze released, her asshole puckered as a stream of hot white cum poured out of her blue ass and onto Junkrat's stomach. She stood up and spread her cheeks as it cascaded onto the floor in a seemingly unending stream of cum. She then got on her knees and licked it all off of Junkrat's stomach before swallowing it. "Oh you dirty girl." He smirked, caressing her cheek.
"How about we go lay down in my bed to heal your wound better."
"Let's!" He responded happily.
Widowmaker picked the injured hero up and carried him back to her bedroom and covered him in her sheets. She turned off the bedroom light and closed the blinds as the sunset started. She then went to her side of the bed and tucked in next to him, cuddling up against the tired man.
"Hope that made you feel better, Junkie." Widowmaker said, caressing his wild hair. She then gently kissed Junkrat's bruised and bandaged forehead as he slowly drifted off back to sleep.
"Oh it did, Widow....." He said, smiling with his eyes closed. "It did...."
Junkrat quickly fell asleep as Widowmaker layed by his side, resting on her hand, staring at the sleeping hero before falling asleep herself as the sun began to set.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Overwatch: Widowmaker & Junkrat