Junkrat smut

Jester/Fool (male)

Hand job, humping kink

Your laughter was hard to stop. It's been a hot minute after seeing Junkrat in the fool costume. Your sides were starting to hurt as the junker gave you a glaring look, not finding it as funny. You'd never think that he's actually take the role that serious and to top it off with the makeup.
"Ok, you can stop now! It ain't that fun!" The man said as his prosthetic arm hit you on the shoulder. The metal making the area hurt and it managed to stop your laughter a little.
"Ow, geez! It's not like you were laughing when I had to dress up as well!" You sneered back. Overwatch was hosting a festival, a medieval festival. And of course Junkrat was placed as the fool. In your opinion, it matched with him anyways. You were placed as a knight for it, not the place you thought you would get but then again many others had the role as well.
"It looks good on you." You said, making the man perk up. Anything to stroke his ego.
"Damn right it does! I just might keep it for meself!" He said with a high giggle before suddenly looking over at you.
"Wait-you're teasing me arn't ya?" His face dropping back down to a glare. Shaking your head in defense with a few 'no's before the two of you were called over.
It was true, it did look good on him, the design of the sun and moon tire on his back and bells in his electric blue hair. But what you focused more on was his ass. Those tight pants did nothing to hide the curve they gave. It was detracting to you to say the least. Sneaking glances once or twice when no one was paying attention, at least you thought no one was looking.
But as Angela pulled people to their places and to what stand they need to be at, you lost the rat from your sight. So instead, you just stood where you needed to be and act the part to the guests that entered.
As the festival went on, the more your legs started to ache from standing longer. But to your holy grace saving, Angela had you take your break, allowing someone else to take your place. With this new time to rest, you went to the back area where others were resting with either a meal or a beer.
So you took the time for a meal, ordering it from a food truck before sitting down and eating.
"Oooo, what a piece that is." A squeak voice said before a pair of blue gloved fingers took one of the chicken fingers from your lunch.
"Hey!" Looking back to see Junkrat crunching the thing down with a smile on his face. His tongue darted out to collect the crumbs that stuck to his blue lips.
"You're going to have to pay me back for that!" You sneered, making the junker frown.
"Can't share to an old friend?" He squeaked out before sneaking another one from behind you to toss in his mouth. The man giggled as you closed the box and got up. Moving inside where not a lot of people were.
"Aww, come on buddy! I don't have enough money for the food truck!" The junker's voice followed, the bells chiming as he limped on his peg leg. You stopped short in the hall to turn to look at him, the junker nearly running into you from the sudden pause.
"If you want more, why not go to Roadhog and whine to him about it?" You questioned, making a glare come from the junker. The words made him crossing his arms in a fit like a child.
"I did and he didn't care! Plus, I already have to owe him money for something else. So I didn't want to add more to that bill." The man chuckled out nervously as he scratched the back of his head. You couldn't help the poor guy, he always hung around you like a friend anyways. And made you laugh when you would be having a bad day or stressed about something.
"Fine but you'll have to pay me back at some point." You said with a glare as you held the box to the side. His amber yellow eyes watching the white box in your hand before they looked over to you.
"I know how to pay ya back." The junker chimed with a grin coming to his lips as he stepped around you.
"I know a little secret of yours you wouldn't want others to know. How you been checking me out. And not just in these skinny pants of mine, during missions, practice and just when I'm walking by. You're always watching me with that same look that I know so much about. Coming from a lonely guy to another." The junker taunted as he pressed a white finger to your cheek before stepping in front of you. Your face a bit warm from his words, knowing they're true. And you thought you were more settled about it.
The junker opened the box up to snag another chicken finger from it. Watching as his blue colored lips wrapped around it before he bit down the pull the chicken tender apart. He was so slick about it too. Dirty rat
A giggle came from the jester before he started to hopple down the hall. As if you were under a spell, you followed after the bells that chimed and danced from his hair. Turning a corner just for the junker to pull you inside a closet. The door being shut behind you to leave you in the dark. The smell had a clean scent to it, letting you know it was one of the many janitor closet inside the base. Your meal box was taken from your hand, having it being placed somewhere else. A few shuffling sounds came from in front of you before a large thump hit the ground.
"Geez man, you trying to make it obvious that we're in here?" You sneered to the man, get a small sorry back.  You felt around for the switch but a hand grabbed your wrist to be pulled away. Another hand grabbed your chin before pulled into a kiss. His surprisingly soft lips made it feel like heaven. A tilt of your head allowed it to become deeper. His hand slipping to your cheek before his tongue made its way into your mouth to explore the new found land. His knee came between your legs, your member already standing attention and being pressed against his thigh. A hum escaped from the sensation before a sick slick smack escaped when he pulled away from the kiss for a few pants of breath to escape.
"Not bad." The Jester said tauntingly before your suit of armor was being unclipped and slipped off. You managed to stop his hand before it reached to your boxers, pulling the man around so you had him pressed against the door instead. His ass being pressed back against you. Your member that tented your boxers felt it first, making a giggle escape him. The warm and plump of his ass pressed and rubbed against you, the man just teasing you for the fun of it. You held his hips still with a hard grip before you rubbed against the plump surface.
A sigh escaping your lungs as the feeling sparked pleasure inside you within seconds. You kept the man still as you thrusted your hips against his, rubbing and humping against him to earn more of the same feeling. Jamison gave a few breaths from the rough handling you had on him, but didn't give a single thought of it. He just kept himself pressed back against your thrusts, seeing just how needy you were.
Endorphins were exploding inside your head as you kept your rhythm. Not wanting to lose a second to slow it down. But you did manage to slip a hand inside the Jester's pants, petting and rubbing against his harden member from between him and the wall. A soft sigh escaped him for the act before you ripped a moan from him when you starting to pump him. His shaky hands pulling the zipper of his pants down to allow you to have a better grip to it. Jamison's soft moans came in time with the movement of your hand. Having the same time as you humped against the jester with no regret to it. The climb to climax wasn't far when you sped up your movements.
A hand clamped down on the Jester mouth as he moaned locked from the sudden increase of pleasure. But only for a minute to pass before the jester bent further against the door, cumming on it with a shaking moan. The sound and movements you made allowed you to cum as well, the hot release staying trapped with your boxers as you road it out. The both of you slumped against the door with a few pants escaping each other.
Jamison pressed against the wall a bit before he flicked on the light, the both of you moving away to see the stick white substance slowing crawling down the door.
"You better clean that up before we leave." You mentioned in a slow voice. A grumble coming from the jester.
"Great, more things to take care of."