Junkrat smut

Cricket (female)

Public, shower sex, cunnilingus, fingering kink

Yells and screams of victory rang through the stadium as the Australia Kangaroo's team won the match. Cheers from the fans and cheers from the cheerleaders echoed around. You just so happened to be yelling the loudest on the cheerleading team for your boyfriend's victory. The many nights of the two of you training for each others victory paid off greatly. Screaming your lungs out as his team scored with the winning amount. Watching with joy as the team was rewarded with a trophy, confetti fluttering around in the air, and each player earning a metal of their own. Which Jamison happily showed you when he was able to trot over with it in his metal fingers.

"Look it that! I didn't think that would actually play out!" Jamison squeaked with a wide smile, which you happily gave a kiss to. Leaning back when the smudge of mud managed to get on to your cheek. Jamison giggling softly to wipe it with his mitten hand, but only managed to smear it with your makeup. A soft oops coming from the man.

"I think a shower should come first before celebrating." You said with your own chuckle. The man giving a nod to the idea before the two of you walked off to the lockers. One going to the left and the other going to the right. Slipping past the other people within the space, you turned and twisted the lock on your locker. Clicking it open and taking the stuff out of it.

Sitting down on the bench, you dug your phone out to see throught the messages and notifications you got. Most of them being from Jamison before the game even started. Reading through them made your heart squeeze with love and passion. He was such a love bug. As you read through them, the more women filed out of the locker room. Some even stopping to congratulate you and ask if you wanted to join them for a victory meal or drink. But you denied them kindly, knowing you already had a planned meal. As the time went by, the locker room was soon emptied out enough for you to be comfortable. Comfortable enough to use the shower.

With the least amount of people, you were able to gather your clothes, towel and bottles of hair and body products. Taking them to the showers. Placing the bottle in one of the showers, you hung your clothes with your towel on top of them over the railing of the shower curtain. Slipping through them and making sure the magnet sides were stuck to the walls. Once deemed secure enough, you peeled and slipped the cheerleader outfit off. Placing the shoes outside the curtain with the outfit on top of it. You kept your undergarments on one of the shelved corners of the stall. It happened once and you sure as hell won't let it happen again. The one time they came up missing when you finished your shower, happen to be windy out. And you didn't have a car at the time and forgot to pack new clothes to change into. Which forced yourself to waddle home in your cheerleading outfit, hands pinning the skirt down on both sides. Never again.

The handle of the shower squeaked as you turned it, pointing the shower head away quickly. The cold water sprayed on to the wall till it slowly climbed to be warm water. Testing the water with a hand, the shower head was pushed back so you were able to bask in the warmth as it rained down on you. The warmth easily relaxing your worn and tired muscles as you stood under the water.

Allowing yourself to relax under the water as the dirt and sweat slipped off and down the drain. At least some of it. Grabbing one of the three bottles, you started to wash your hair. Shampoo first before conditioner, all being rinsed off and drained. All was good until you grabbed the bottle of body wash. The shower curtain was ripped to the side and stumbled in a body. Cause you to drop the bottle in a startled panic with a scream being muffled against a prosthetic hand. Jamison hushing you softly as you stared with panic at him. The commotion alerted the few woman still in the locker room. One calling out if you were ok. Jamison giving you a sly smirk as you slapped his hand away and hit him on the shoulder.