#or turn your media device off and go outside touch some grass and breathe in some fresh air

[superduperkas]

[funkymeihem-fiction]

Meihem Sleepover - (NSFW)

The wind was howling outside her tent, although the snows had not yet started. But she almost preferred the snow. It was soft and clean and could be manipulated into barriers and walls to shield her and her friends from the the storm. But here on the steppes, there was nothing but rock; bare and gray and cold rock, scrubby and scratchy plains grass, and that awful screaming wind. The temperatures had plummeted after the sun had dropped, and the only things keeping her and the rest of the team relatively comfortable were the scattered tents and the climate control fields that shimmered around them to keep the heat in; technology fighting against nature. She wasn’t sure if the others were asleep…Or, well, Reinhardt was definitely asleep, and snoring so loud that he could be heard above the winds. Likely the others were trying to rest as well, with how late it had gotten. The only ones she knew were awake was herself and the junkers. And she knew because she could hear them in the tent next to hers, and they were fighting again. It was muffled, but she definitely heard Junkrat’s high-pitched voice snapping and snarling, and the much lower, rumbling tones of Roadhog for the few times he chose to answer. Rolling her eyes, she put on a pair of headphones and tried to block it out. The fighting continued, and she looked up a few times when there was a crashing and ripping noise, but decided it was best to remain in her own cozy tent, playing her music and looking over her notes. “Caught a kinda fever, whenever you’re around,” she sang softly, a little off-key and under her breath, “Can’t fight the way that you mess with my temperature…Uh-oh, can’t believe it-” There was a rattling ‘knock’ at her tent, the fabric denting and rustling, and a familiar “Oi, Mei?” at the door. She closed her eyes briefly, sighing before removing her music and adjusting her pajamas, going to unzip the door enough to peek out. Sure enough, Junkrat stood just inside the faint glow of the climate field, hunched a little to fit inside, holding a tattered sleeping bag. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of smiley-face print pajama pants and shivered constantly as he gave her a look that was both miffed and perhaps a little pitiful, sniffling and wiping at his nose with one arm before announcing, “I’m sleeping with you tonight.” “Excuse me?” “Gonna share a tent, yeah?” “It’s late, Jamison, go back to your own tent.” “Uh…” He gestured behind himself; there in the dark, was the ripped up and thoroughly broken and stomped-looking remains of Junkrat’s tent, strips of fabric hanging from the broken poles at odd angles, and the climate field generator was nowhere to be found. “I can’t?” She gave him a baffled look, palms up in an imploring manner. “What on earth happened?” “…I dunno.”

She sighed. “Okay…Well, you need to try and get some rest…Go sleep with Roadhog, then.” “No!” “Jamison-” “No. Me and him are havin’…a gentleman’s disagreement.” He rubbed at his jaw ruefully. “But you know me, darl. I’m the bigger man! …I mean, in a metaphorical sense of course, don’t think anyone’s actually bigger than old Roadie. But this time I’m the bigger man, and I choose not to pursue this further with him, because I don’t want to,” he insisted, refusing to look back at where Roadhog’s intact tent clicked its light off. “Besides. There’s no room in there with him, and you smell better. Think of it as an unscheduled sleepover! We can pillowfight, make mixed drinks, judge lingerie, compare tits, all that stuff what goes on at lady sleepovers.” For a moment she wasn’t sure if she should be amused or offended, but amusement won out. “You’ve never been to a real sleepover, have you?” He grinned, wiggling his brows. “I’ve seen ‘em on videos!” “I’m sure you have. All right, come on. But this is just for tonight, we’re definitely getting you a new tent tomorrow.” She rubbed a hand down her face before finally shaking her head, unzipping the tent flap the rest of the way and inviting him in. His grin widening, the junker bent his long spine and ducked down to get inside, waiting for her to move her notebooks and piles of belongings so that he could unfurl his own sleeping bag next to hers. He made a show of it, flinging the bag open and whirling about before throwing himself inside as the thick cloth settled over him, snuggling his pointed nose into his pillow. Mei sat up, leaned over to place a small kiss to his forehead, then leaned and clicked off the lantern. They lay there in the dark for less than a minute before she heard him shuffling impatiently, then the mechanical creak of him fumbling with his mechanical leg (He had insisted on sleeping with his prosthetics on more often lately, on one of his paranoid tears about ‘being ready’), and the familiar sound of him trying to adjust his pillow. She waited for it… “Oi. Mei. I can’t sleep.” With a sigh, she rolled over to face him. She’d been expecting as much. “All right, come here. But you really should try to sl-” He was already unzipping her sleeping bag in a flash, not bothering to zip it up after him as he latched onto her from behind. “You’re the best, darl. Hey, wanna kick this slumber party off right? Wanna compare our tits?” “Jamison, I swear. Go to sleep.” She rolled over and closed her eyes. But she could still feel him fidgeting, still alive with nervous energy. And truth be told, she had been up late as well and she wasn’t really that sleepy herself. Drumming her fingers once or twice, she turned her head a little, feeling his breath rustling her hair. “Besides, we don’t actually do that at sleepovers.” “Well why not? If I had a pair as ace as yours, I’d show them off to all and sundry. What d’you do instead?” He snorted in her ear. “Well we’d watch movies, order in food or eat popcorn, stay up late, talk about what had happened at school or who we had a crush on…” “Did you have a crush on me, darl?!” He squeezed her a little tighter. “I didn’t know you then, remember?” “Oooohh, right.” “You um…you weren’t even born yet, I don’t think,” she said hesitantly, before burying her face in both hands and shrinking away from him. “Oh my gosh, I keep forgetting how…the age thing…and the cryostasis…” “Nooo no no! Come on, knock off with that again.” He followed her across her sleeping bag when she retreated, arms wrapping around her once more. “You’re here with me now, having a real Junkrat style slumber party all our own. But really though, the tit comparisons, you’re sure they’re not real?” He squeezed his grip around her, walking two fingers up towards her chest in a bid to distract her. “It’s not like that! It’s a lot more boring than, um…popular media would portray?…” She squirmed a little and batted at his hands. “…Wanna try a round of it, then?” “You are absolutely silly, you know that?” “All right, let’s see.” He shuffled around behind her, and she leaned slightly as she felt him pat at his chest with one hand with a low, “Hmmm!” before he reached back around her, squeezing his arm under her side…and abruptly seized onto both her breasts through her sweatshirt, squeezing roughly. “Oh! Nope, you win!” Her cheeks reddened a little, elbowing him softly where she could reach. “Jamison!” “Hold on, let me check again,” he grunted in her ear, rolling them through the warm fabric, starting to kiss at the nape of her neck as he toyed with her ample chest, tweaking playfully with one hand. “Okay, nope, you’re still winning. I thiiiiiink…Kind of hard to tell through the sweats…” “Jamie…” Her voice had gone a little softer, a little more breathy. “Mei?…” Her head shifted just slightly atop her pillow as she ever so hesitantly arched her back up into his waiting palm. That was all the permission he needed. ***

Faster than she could even comprehend, he grasped the bottom of her sweatshirt and yanked it upward, pulling it up and over the wide span of her chest, waiting until she lifted her chin and arms so that he could shuck it off. It wasn’t entirely gentle; the impatience behind his movements was clear as he ripped it the rest of the way off her; her skin prickling into gooseflesh at the relative chill of the night air enveloped her. She almost rolled to face him, but found his hand landing firmly upon her shoulder instead, stilling her movement and holding her in place. One long, lithe muscled arm reached across her, sliding across her ribcage as the calloused tips of his fingers tickled over her side. “Mm…” He grunted into her ear again. “Never get tired of these tits…” His fingers spread apart and seized one breast, pulling her in against his bony chest as he began massaging roughly at the plush flesh. Despite his hand’s larger size, their softness still overflowed his grip as he rolled it under his palm, feeling its weight as he caressed and fondled. His first fingers scissored together blindly, eventually finding the harder, pebbled nub of pink- laughing softly into her ear in delight as he began pinching and tugging, feeling them harden further under his touch. Despite his frantic nature and tendency for shaky limbs, he’d always been good about delicate bits; whether that meant tightening the screws in a tiny divot in his latest explosive device, or manipulating the sensitive and tender little buttons on the woman beneath him. And it seemed to be working, Mei squirming and writhing quietly against him, her head bowing with a little gasp as she tightened her thighs together, rubbing to soothe the heat that was growing warmer between them. With one slow motion, he guided her to roll onto her stomach, laying flat at he came to rest atop her. For a moment she couldn’t help but tense as his weight settled, solid and heavy- yet careful not to crush her as she was pinned firmly beneath. She fit perfectly against him, pressed together in every curve, skin against skin. It was like she had been made just for him. The arc of her spine was flush to his chest, his bony hips nestling just below the swell of her rear, where they could both feel the hot bulge of his erection aching and straining through the thin fabric of her pajama pants. He was so large compared to her, stretched tall astride her as his hand slid up to tangle in the back of her hair, pulling just to the point of stinging as he pulled her chin upward. His breath was heavy against her ear and the back of her neck, trailing his lips across hear earlobe, sharp teeth scraping at her jaw, not truly kissing her. It was almost strange, him being this close without kissing her. When she tried, his grip tugged hard on her hair until she hissed, straightening out under him once more. Excitement tingled under her skin at the force of it, just enough to sting without truly hurting, that little reminder of the terrifying strength she knew he held. He was a wild creature, capable of chaos and violence; yet could also handle her with surprising delicacy, like she was a precious thing he couldn’t risk breaking. He was being careful with her, she could tell, as the warm grip of his flesh hand slid down from her hair- down, down, all the way down across the length of her body- and into the elastic of her pajamas. She lifted herself just slightly as his lithe fingers pushed insistently into the gap between her hip and belly, slipping beneath her and in between her legs. Within moments they found her slit and the inconspicuous bud of pink at its front, the pads of his fingers curling deftly as he began to stroke at the opening, slicking the tips of two digits while his thumb found the nub of her clit and began to toy in slow circles. “Yeah, you like that, darl? Heh. Don’t even need to say anything, can hear it in your breathin’.” He grunted against her ear, and grinned when she couldn’t stifle a small whimper. “Mm, just like that, make those l’il noises I like, the ones you make just for Junkrat…” She whimpered on cue as his fingers spread apart, opening her up and slipping ever further in. Her own fingers tightened into the fabric of her sleeping bag, uttering a barely audible moan as his head dipped down and rough lips found the curve of her throat, tongue tracing the vein where her blood surged with every pound of her rapidly beating heart. She bared her neck willingly to his attentions, beginning to squirm beneath him as much as his weight would allow, lifting her hips further as his fingers pressed deeper inside her, working deeper into her wet heat. She jumped a little when a low hissing growl uttered from his throat, apparently growing frustrated at the elastic of her pants, lifting off her just enough that he could impatiently pull them down, leaving them strung around her knees. But when she tried to move to help he bared his teeth and pinned her again, his weight pushing her back down, and she stayed there. “Hold still,” he whispered. When he straddled her again, there was nothing to separate them as his narrow pelvis settled comfortably between her thighs, nudging her knees a little wider and holding them in place. He seemed to ignore her little whine of desperation when he withdrew his fingers, shining wet in the dim light as he admired them- before leaning down by her ear again, letting her hear him when he slipped them into his mouth, audibly sucking them clean. He heard her gasp when he withdrew them with a little pop, and brought both hands down on either side of her, supporting him as her nudged her knees further apart. Without that annoying fabric in the way, he could really feel her now. She was nice and wet -exactly how he wanted her- and the heat between her thighs was warm and ready, waiting just for him. “J-Jamie…” Her voice was pleading. She tried moving her hips a little, unable to do more than rub herself a useless inch or two against him, panting heavily already. He lifted off her to wrap one hand around the straining girth of his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. She braced herself, feeling him press the blunt, swollen head against her opening… but he didn’t thrust forward, didn’t give her what she wanted. He pushed forward only a bit, dragging himself in circles around her soft, sensitive lips, parting them to glide the length of him back and forth within them and occasionally slipping forward into her, just an inch or two. Her moisture coated him in such a marvelous way as he rubbed and humped against her, toying with her and feeling her squirming grow more anxious. “Oh, did y’want something?” He asked. She could tell he was grinning, could hear it in his voice. What a jerk. But she did want it, and wasn’t above asking for it. “Jamie! Yes…Please, I want it…you…” Satisfied, Junkrat guided himself back into place, pushing slowly forward until the head of him vanished inside. His lanky back hunched over her, every bony vertebrae visible as he made one swift jab with his hips, hungrily sheathing himself inside, gliding through like moistened silk until he was seated fully within. The noises she made, guttural and primal and so very unlike her normal polite self-control, made all the teasing worth it. She was still pinned beneath him, unable to move her hips as he took the lead, pulling out with a shallow quickness before thrusting again, his hips slamming into the pillowed flesh of her rear. He lost no time in setting the pace, hips snapping to and fro as he rode her into the ground, her little body jolting against the thick fabric of her sleeping bag. She moaned aloud before bringing her hand to her mouth, stifling herself so she could moan again. He paused breathlessly, his hand seizing hers and dragging it from her lips before snatching the other as well, stretching both her arms up above her head and pinning her by the wrists before he continued his relentless thrusting. “Nuh-uh. Lemme hear ya…” He punctuated his words with a particularly sharp snap of his hips. “I like hearing ya.” “But, the others will h- aah!” Her soft voice lifted into a cry. “Heh, what, hear that? Or this? How about…” He ground himself into her, hitting that spot somewhere deep inside her that he knew she liked. “This? Or this?…Or, oh, right there…” She could no longer protest, her eyes rolling back as she made noises that would have shamed her more-aware self. Was she drooling? She might have been drooling a little, the side of her face smushed into the wet sleeping bag. His cock felt like it was splitting her in all the best ways, a blunt pressure in her belly that set off lights behind her vision and blurred everything around the edges. He collapsed on top of her, almost knocking the air from her lungs as his bony chest landed on her back, holding her wrists so tight that they must have been bruising; his hips pounding and smacking between the back of her thighs. “Soft!” he moaned aloud with her. “S-sooo soft…so good…” It hadn’t been long at all, but Mei could feel herself unraveling already. This was going to be quick and dirty and deep; and if she still had her wits about her, she might be blushing later when he inevitably brought it up again. She recognized her own voice somewhere in all the noises he was making, and realized she was speaking to him as she drooled and groaned against the ground, whining encouragements in slurred Mandarin, and he clearly had no idea what she was saying… and neither of them cared. “Gonna cum…Gonna fill you up, darl. Gonna cum!” He wheezed into her ear, warning her as his bony hips slammed steadily inward. She couldn’t really manage anything more than an embarrassing little ‘nneuugh’ noise, mewling aloud. She felt overheated, burning inside and out, her back slick with the sweat dripping from him, and could feel his flames threatening to engulf what little remained of her senses. His cock still relentlessly jackhammered into her, pushing until it felt like she might break in two; hitting that spot just right, over and over and over again… Just a little more…just a little more… His back stiffened and straightened, then coiled again, as his sharp teeth snapped open and came down on the side of the meat of her shoulder, biting down hard enough to make her wail. She jolted and tightened around him, squeezing and pulsing around every thick inch as he rammed forward as deep as he could go. For a moment he simply blacked out. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment, nothing but Mei and that urge to fill her with everything he had, every last drop of cum; useless as it might have been, even if it never made her belly swell. Fill her up…Fill her up. Hot and gooey on the inside… “Yes!” He gasped into her neck, shivering from the aftershocks of his peak. His tongue lolled from his jaws, lathing and soothing his bite mark, tasting like her sweat and a drop or two of blood where one of his canines had pierced through. Whoops. Best he didn’t mention breaking the skin. She panted beneath him, limp and pliant, and he finally and reluctantly rolled off her. Cold air bathed them where they had been hot and sweaty against one another, though neither of them moved for a long while. She recovered first, pushing wisps of hair from her face as she rolled to face him, nudging his arm up and nestling in against his heaving chest. “Jamie. Are you all right?” “Y-yeah. Just…Just gimme a tick, love. Bloody hell, that was…” His grin had turned goofy and content, not bothering to wipe away the sweat still beaded on his reddened face. The air was still thick with the smell of sex and for the moment he was fine with relaxing in the afterglow. It was one of the only times ‘relaxing’ could ever really apply to someone like him. “Yeah, that was good. Best slumber party I been to in ages. Just…gimme a sec.” She traced her fingers along the side of his ribs while he caught his breath, squirming a little and making a face when she felt the familiar sensation of his seed leaking out of her, staining the sleeping bag beneath her. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, nuzzling against him and letting him rest. His breath had turned slower and more steady and his usual twitching had stopped. Smirking, she leaned up onto his chest to whisper a soft, “I’ll admit it…That was a very nice sleepover. I mean, it wasn’t really like the sleepovers I’m used to. But probably more like the ones you were imagining. But still, good. Very good. Jamie. Jamie?” He answered her with a soft snore where he had finally collapsed asleep.