Junkrat smut

Scarecrow/hayseed (female)

Fingering, praised, wet dream kink

It was a cool day with wind to blow about on the farm today. The sun shining bright over the corn fields, cabbage patches, and grape vines. You grew anything you managed to keep alive. Sometimes even selling your produce at the farmer's market if you had too much to stock in your pantry. And it was just that day, you were driving back home after selling everything that you brought. So your truck rattled empty as it traveled across the gravel road before driving on to the soft grass of your lawn. Parking and getting out, you locking the truck before heading inside your home. Home sweet home. The smell of sweet berry mix hit your nose as you closed the door. Leaving the melt wax on again, how stupid of you. Clicking it off before moving to the kitchen to stick the leftover box of food in the fridge for tomorrow. You didn't bother to flop down on the couch this time, just heading straight upstairs and into the bathroom.
To your bad luck, a kid accidentally broke a jar of jam against you today at the market. Not looking where they were going, the jar was cracked against the table and the contents spilled on to you. So it left your apron and pants sticky. And with the pick up of wind with the seasons coming into autumn, dust and hay strains got stuck to you through out the day.
Running the warm water and plugging the tub, you carefully peeled the apron off and tossed it to the basket of dirty clothes. Slipping your shirt off next to toss it in the same direction. But you stopped when you looked up from unbuckling your belt, seeing the moon shining through the open blinds of the window. The scarecrow across the field hung on its post stared over at you. It came with the farm house when the last owner sold it. Said it was quite useful in its job. But it sure scared you as well. Sometimes you thought it really did move, facing one way then moving in the other direction a few minutes later. But it could be the wind that blew it around or the birds that sometimes perch on it fly off, moving the post with the force of its take off. But what creeped you out the most was the way that it looked, almost human looking. Like it was a stuffed and stitched up corpse tied to a wooden cross. Stuck into the dirt to watch over the fields with its orange metal eyes. Closing the blinds, you cut sight from it, making a heavy sigh escaped your lungs. But at least you haven't seen it off its post yet, so that's a good thing.
Slipping your pants and undergarments off, you stepped into the tub of pooling water. Slipping under the surface with a sigh escaping. It was perfect. So perfect you could stay there forever. You turned the water faucet off with your foot before it overflowed. And just relaxed with the warm water, soaking in the calming feeling of having your body warmed and the dirt of today slipping off. You stayed in the tub for half an hour or at least till the warmth started to turn cold. You allowed it to drain before you cleaned your hair and body under the shower head.
Stepping out on to the mat, you patted yourself down with a towel before wrapping it around you and stepping into your room to the closet. Looking through it, you snagged a night gown off a hanger and pulled undergarments out from your dresser. Rubbing your hair dry before slipping the clean clothes on and dropping on to your bed. Curling and bunching up under blanket before clicking on the tv and putting something to watch on. Watching something always helped you fall asleep. And it did just that.
Drowsy eyes blinking slowly as they tried to stay open to watch the moving screen across the room. But they gave up soon enough. Not knowing when but you managed to fall asleep, the tv play in the background till it went to an idle screen. Your slept deeply and warm under the layers of blankets you had. Curled up and hugging one of the pillows beside you. Your world spun around as you slept through the night. Until your eyes slowly peeked open, the morning sun rising and shining behind the curtains. A moan escaped your throat before you jumped slightly, your legs trembled from the wet sensation that was rubbing against your panties.
"Are you comfortable?" A scratch mechanical voice said behind you. Your head nodded softly as your legs tried to close against the other pair. You couldn't see them since they were under the blanket, perched up holding your own on top of the blanket open.
"You're making such beautiful noises, can I hear them again?" The voice asked again as a pair of fingers slipped into your cunt. The squishy sound they made as they probed and thrusted inside your wet cavern was loud. Showing just how hot you were for the stranger. A hand grabbed a hold of your breast, the cold metal against your hot flesh made you shivered. It squished and massaged the ball of flesh in its palm before letting go to rub a finger against one of the nipples. The flesh peaking from the cold surface to allow it to get trapped between two fingers. Rubbing it from side to side and pulling against it slightly to make moans and whimpers escape your gapped out mouth.
"What a good girl you are for me." The voice said as you pressed back against the chest of the person. Your eyes staying focused on the gloved fingers that were thrusting inside you. The orange and yellow garden glove did wonders to your insides. The rough and rugged texture of it made the coil in your stomach burn and tighten. Pleasure wad blossoming all over your body from the multiple sensations, like a crop of flowers opening to see the morning sun. But you couldn't take anymore, you wanted to cum so badly. A whimper escaped your throat as your grabbed a hold on to one of the arms. The sign making a high chuckle rumble against the chest you pressed back against.
"Whatever you like, birdy." The scratchy voice said before it pressed its thumb against your clit. The texture of the glove making the sensation even better as it rubbed and pressed against the bundle of nerves that peeked out from under its hood. Your legs squeezed and twitched against the other pair from the flush of pleasure scorching through your body. It started to get overwhelming you to handle.
"Cum. Now." Was all you could hear before the coil inside you bursted, your body freezing up as your cunt squeezed against the pair of fingers. Your mind going blank with the large flow of endorphins as you moaned loudly without care. The pair of fingers squished a few more thrusted inside to milk out the pleasure for you before they were pulled out to show the liquid nectar on them.
"Beautiful. Simply beautiful." The voice said before they moved behind your head. You're worn out body couldn't move to see who was behind you. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew who it was. Your body buzzed lightly from the afterglow of the pleasure. Allowing your body to relax once more and your eyes to close. Laying back against the warm body of the stranger without a care. Your eyes opened to the sunshine flowing against the curtains of your window. The pieces of cloth bundled to the sides and blowing with the window that came through.
Rubbing away the tired feeling and crust of your eyes, your body slipped out of the bed to walk over to the window. Blinded by the bright sun, you squinted pasted it look at the farming of your land. The rows of corn husks went over the hill. But he scarecrow post on top of the hill was empty.