Warning: Explicit content
Junkrat wasn't sure what had sparked it. Must have been something, because it had never seemed to be a problem before... Oh he'd known from day one that Symmetra's body was a thing to be admired, but so what? He'd understood that was as far as it went. Symmetra was... well, she was bloody perfect, which was the only way he could think to put it. She was always poised just so, in total control of every part of herself, and the way she looked at the world... it always felt to Junkrat that she was somehow above it all, a goddess, a beauty beyond anything he'd thought to imagine. He'd never seen a woman like that before.
That was it though, wasn't it? She was a goddess, and he was nothing, nothing but dirt on her boots, certainly not someone deserving to touch a woman like her. He put it out of his mind and told himself that it wasn't polite to let his gaze wander in her company. He'd thought that would be enough. It should of... it really should of, but weeks later he found to his surprise that thoughts were beginning to creep into his head that he had not expected. Images of her. Thoughts about her. For the life of him, he didn't know what to do.
Junkrat had had his fair share of fun in the past, but to him people were largely interchangeable. So long as they were good enough to get him off he didn't care, and that suited life in the outback just fine, wasn't like anyone else felt differently. One fuck was as good as the next, and when he satisfied himself the figures he let play in his fantasies were nameless, stitched together pieces that he remembered he'd particularly liked, no one real. To discover his thoughts slipping to someone tangible was suddenly, and inexplicably, alarming. He'd never been fixated before. People weren't supposed to... to plague you like that. It shook him.
Time spent in her presence felt oddly strained. She wasn't rude to him. Cold, on occasion, but always polite... Maybe it would have been easier if she was cruel, if she had sneered at him, called him all the things he thought he deserved and stamped out whatever stupid ideas were growing in his muddled brain. He'd goaded her, on occasion, to see if she would... Symmetra had too much self-restraint for something so petty though, she would simply excuse herself, and that felt worse. Did funny things to his chest.
Shit, he couldn't... he couldn't figure out how to fix it. He needed her out of his head. It was getting harder and harder to put aside those thoughts every time he saw her. He knew this was pointless, that it wasn't going to go anywhere, but his head didn't seem to mind.
On nights alone in his room like this one, when the summer air felt sticky and sweltering, there was no escape. He stared up at the ceiling and his thoughts were irrevocably drawn to her.
He thought about those long legs, those lean thighs exposed by the enticing cut of her dress, the sway of those hips so flawlessly teasing... wasn't like there was anything wrong with thinking about it, right? Wasn't like she was to know. It was the only release he was likely to get. Perhaps if he did then he would finally be satisfied and she would no longer trouble him like this... better for both of them, surely?
Junkrat allowed himself to play over the scene. How she might permit him to touch her, to trace his fingers along her skin, to run his hands up those legs like he'd always longed to do.
She'd smile maybe, and it would be one of those superior smiles like she knew how perfectly in control she was, how easily she had him under her spell... like she really was a goddess and she knew how effortlessly she could destroy him... how he'd worship her...
And he would too, he'd drop to his knees and beg for it if she asked. Kiss her feet, whisper her name like a prayer.
Maybe she was into that. Maybe that was her thing. Some dirty ruffian so clearly beneath her a slave to her every command. And hell, he was game for it, whatever got her off. All that mattered to Junkrat was that she'd finally want him, that she'd welcome him closer and bless him with her touches, allow him to caress her when she chose, to feel how silky her hair was, how soft her body, those lips...
He could already feel himself growing hard, a distinctive ache between his legs. He slipped his flesh hand down, pulling the elastic of his briefs aside as he tugged himself free. Granting his cock a few self indulgent strokes he closed his eyes, trying to find his place...
Yeah, that was right, she'd kiss him deeply when he asked for it, but she'd be a right tease – would bite at his lip, pulling away whenever he got too eager until she deemed him worthy of her attentions once more. It was all a game to her, to taunt him like that. She'd run gentle fingers through his singed hair and love the way he melted against her. She'd press their bodies flush together and the heat of her would be overpowering. He'd feel her warm breath tickling at his collarbone, and she'd grind her hips forward against his own arousal just to hear him groan...
And he did then, squeezing his hand a little tighter as he continued to pump. God, he wanted her... he wanted her so bad.
Somehow there'd be a bed, and it would have to be in her room cos his own was a mess of dirty clothes, scattered scrap and bomb components, and that would never be a place for her. Symmetra was better than that. Her room would be clean and proper, and it would smell nice, maybe like the spiced tea she drank sometimes. She'd lead him over to the bed and she'd make him sit. Then she'd strip for him.
She'd take her time of course, undoing each part of that blue dress with painstaking care, enjoying the way his gaze grew heavy with lust and his breathing quickened. Finally it would come off, and she'd be in nothing but her underwear. Then that would go too. She'd run a hand along her body invitingly, across those wide hips and over her breasts, letting him admire her. His mouth watered at the thought.
His own shorts would be dealt with quickly by comparison, but Junkrat wanted them gone. He wanted more than anything to feel her touch once more, skin to skin, anything to be closer to her.
She'd kiss him again and drag him down onto the bed. She'd let his hands roam, exploring his body while he explored hers, and there'd be no revulsion at his prosthetics. She'd tour every inch of him, stroking his shoulders and the hard muscles of his chest. And her hands would find his cock, elegant fingers curling around him, thumb brushing over the tip as she measured his reaction.
Junkrat's breath hitched. His hips jerked upward reflectively and he felt his cock twitch in his hand. Biting his lip he fought down any noises that tried to escape, trying to slow his increasingly frantic pace and remind himself to make this last. He needed to draw all the satisfaction he could from this.
Symmetra... Symmetra would fondle him, tease him expertly in ways he'd never been able to do himself, but she wouldn't let him find his end. She'd taunt him, bring him to the edge, aching and desperate and whining in pitiful need, sticky with it, so ignited he felt like he was burning up... Only then, when she had him at her mercy, rocking forward into her grip in a mindless search for any kind of friction to the sound of his own whimpers, only then would she relent.
She'd kiss his sweaty forehead and she'd smile that same superior smile, tugging him down closer.
"Fuck me," she'd say, and it would be a command.
And yes, yes! Fuck yes he wanted to. He'd line himself up, taking in the sight of her beneath him, spread sensually and expectant and just as perfect as he'd always imagined.
Then he'd slide in and she'd be hot and tight around him, slick with her own desire. She'd cry out in pleasure, enough to let him know that it was good for her too, that she wanted it. It would feel amazing. Better than anything he'd had before. And it would be her eyes, those lovely dark eyes looking back at him, urging him on...
A low moan built in his throat and Junkrat tipped his head back against the pillow. He was panting, a steadily mounting pleasure swelling as his fantasy played out in his mind.
He'd start gentle at first, slow thrusts just to see how she liked it, but that wouldn't be enough for Symmetra and she'd tell him as much. She'd want it fast. She'd want it rough like he did. She'd roll her hips forward to meet his own and demand more.
So he'd give it to her, pinning her down on the bed and slamming into her with all he had and that would be what she loved. She'd rake her nails down his back and whisper little encouragements in his ear, gasping when he hit just the right spot. The wet slap of flesh against flesh would fill the room along with his own sounds as he continued to pound her into the mattress, grunting and groaning as he lost himself in the sensation of it all.
He'd clasp her waist tightly, seeking further traction as he rammed them together. He needed this, needed it with an urgency he'd thought impossible. He'd fuck her into the ground until the very earth cracked if he could. The very desire felt as if it were eating him alive...
Suddenly she'd let out a wail and her body would arc upward, and he'd feel her fluttering around him and... oh god he was close, oh god...
And he'd plunge into her a few more times, deeper, faster, until he buried himself at the hilt and then he'd cum too, body convulsing in ecstasy insurmountable. She'd hold him tight as he shuddered against her, feeling himself spurting hot jets of cum deep inside her while she murmured his name and... and...
And Junkrat came undone. His hips surged forward as he thrust into his palm as hard as he could, howling with overwhelming pleasure as he shot his load. Static roared in his ears and all that mattered in that moment was the utter and complete bliss trembling through every part of him. Fuck! That... that was something.
His hips made a few more sputtering motions, hand continuing to jerk the last of it out, squeezing until there was only a dribble. Then, finally spent, he flopped back down onto the bed and listened to the rapid pounding of his heart beginning to slow.
He... he was a mess. This was a mess... and not just in the literal sense either, Junkrat thought with a strained giggle. He was absolutely certain now – there was no way that Symmetra was ever going to stop taunting his mind regardless of what he tried. Every day spent in her proximity was going to be agony. Shit.
Suppressing a sigh he rolled over, reaching for something to mop up with.