#valentinemeihem

“Doowee shoe zang wa...Dweeee shuuuu zang way?” Jamison mumbled the foreign words to himself before he grunted.

His tongue, so used to wrapping around australian lingo and slang just wouldn’t cooperate when it came to these chinese words. He loved the sound of them, especially coming from Mei’s mouth, but he wasn’t one to learn foreign languages. Well, there was that one time for Chinese New Year, in order to impress Mei, but she had giggled and spent time correcting his pronunciation before she’d let him say it to anyone else.

Her mouth just flowed with it came to anything coming out of it. Chinese, English, moans of pleasure--his mind couldn’t let go of her lips. The way she smiled, the way she pouted, even that cute way she poofed out her cheeks when she was annoyed with him.

Now, he wanted her to do a little more. Hence why he was trying to learn this chinese phrase. According to the internet--the ever helpful and mostly trustworthy--he was trying to learn to say ‘Talk dirty to me’ in chinese.

In the bedroom, Mei was hot, Mei was needy and exhausting (both in the best of ways), but if there was one thing Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes had always fantasized about, it was Mei’s perfect pouty lips saying something dirty to him. Cursing was a start, and her moans were already nearly enough to make him cream his shorts, especially when they’d been apart for a long while on a mission or something, but what Jamie was aiming for was something a bit more naughty.

“D...Dooooooeeeeeyy? No, no...Dooowooo sho? Dooowooo shun? C’mon, rat, it's just some stupid words…”

“Jamison?”

Jamie froze and glanced up from his workbench, where he had a small computer open the words, but his focus was completely away from everything and on the beautiful full-figured woman who was standing in the doorway of his workshop.

“‘Ello, Mei,” Jamie grinned, giddy at the sight of his snowflake. Her usual heavy coat and pants had been shed, thanks mostly to the heat of the Gibraltar summer and now she wore skin-tight capris--the women of Overwatch mostly called them leggings--and an oversized tank top with her sports bra peeking from near her armpits and where her tank top plunged down at the neckline.

“What are you doing in here?” She asked almost innocently, her body leaning against the doorway while she crossed her arms playfully.

“Oh, y’know, stuff,” Jamie giggled and twisted back and forth in his chair with childish delight; did he have his pronunciation down pat? Hell no. Was he going to do it anyway? You bet your bombs.

He stood and waltzed over to the woman--or tried to waltz; if there was anything could be said about Jamison Fawkes, it would never be that he was graceful, especially not with one leg missing--and leaned his elbow against the wall over her head. He put on what he hoped was the sexiest smile she had ever seen (she wasn’t laughing yet, that was a good sign) and opened his mouth to say the four words he had been trying to learn for hours-

Mei’s mouth was on his in a moment and Jamie blinked in surprise before he leaned down to make it easier for the much shorter woman. Her arms were around his shoulders and he could practically feel her straining on her tip-toes. She was such a short thing, something that he often teased her over; but there was something about the height difference that stirred something primal and protective inside of his chest that he liked.

Her little show of aggression pushed them both into his workshop, and neither was really aware of the sound of the door sliding shut behind them. All Jamie could focus on was the soft, demanding lips that were starting to trail down the side of his jaw and up toward his ear. She knew it was a weakness of his; a life spent in the irradiated Outback had left him with a bad memory, a strange sense of humor and completely touch-starved.

Every caress of her fingers, every brush of her lips, every second her body was pressed against his, he felt that starvation like a burn in his body; an ache so deep that the only reprieve was when he was able to forget about it. His hands moved around her back, pressing her closer, drinking her in like a man dying of thirst. Her soft skin, her clean smell, the way her hair tickled his face…

“Duì wǒ shuō zānghuà,” Mei practically moaned into his ear.

Jamie froze and looked down at Mei--as well as he could, since her cheek was pressed against his jaw while she nipped at his ear, “Sh-sheila, wha-”

A giggle left her and he felt parts of him melt at the sound, “Sorry, sorry...I heard you in the hallway and guessed what you were trying to say.”

He giggled with her and felt his face burn--instead of feeling any real embarrassment, though, he felt giddy and high strung; all of him didn’t expect to succeed, but hearing her soft voice teasing him was almost as good as if she had said the sexiest thing he could think of.

“Ya caught me, Mei,” He admitted, his arms wrapping tightly around her middle, “Or I caught you.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her, even as her eyes widened and she said, “Oh no, don’t you dare-”

She couldn’t finish her threat because a worried shriek suddenly left her as he lifted her feet from the ground; her arms tightened around him. Jamie already knew her complaints (which would likely start any second now…), all of her ‘I’m too heavy’ or screams of ‘You’ll drop me!’ always fell on deaf ears. His lips found hers again as he pulled her back toward his workbench; he sat heavily on his stool and hold her tightly in his lap, even as she fought to break the kiss.

“Jamison!” She finally threw her head back and pulled in a gasp, “I wish you wouldn’t-”

This time, her words were cut off by a gasp. His lips had found the sensitive part of her collarbone, just near where it started to move up toward her shoulder. He had sat her on his one good leg and he felt her thighs come together around him, making him groan; if he got to pick how he died, he wanted her thighs to suffocate him, that would be bliss.

“J-Jamie,” She cooed; he loved it when she called him that.

“Yeh, snowflake?” He said against her skin.

“W-we can’t do that here in the workshop,” Mei moaned and squirmed in his lap, her short legs not able to do more than brush along the ground; she had no real way to dislodge herself from his lap, especially now with his hands already running up her sides under her shirt, “J-Jamie!”

“Why not?” He grumbled, his hands resting on her sides, still holding her tightly so she couldn’t get away.

“What if Mako or someone else comes in?”

Even Mei knew it was a weak argument; Mako ‘Roadhog’ Rutledge hardly ever came into Jamison’s workshop, even though the two were nearly inseparable most of the time. As for the others...well, the only time anyone came to the Junkrat was when they needed help with anything explosive, like Lena’s pulse bomb or even the self-destruct of Hana’s mech. Any other time, Jamison was left alone to his own tinkerings. Mei was sure it was likely because everyone was convinced he was going to blow himself and this part of the base into smithereens, something even Jamie had joked about as a real possibility.

Mei doubted Jamie would ever really do such a thing, even on accident, but it didn’t stop her from treading lightly when she came to visit him here.

Jamie reached out and hit something on the small computer he had on his workbench and a small double beep came from the door. Mei glanced over her shoulder (as well as she could now that Jamie was trying to tease her skin again) and saw the red light indicating the workshop was now locked. Well, that took care of that…

Despite his distractions with his mouth and hands, Mei couldn’t stop thinking about how she walked by his open workshop door and heard his butchering of her native language. Like with all things, Jamie couldn’t be bothered with the delicacies of things; even his own was bastardized by his own unique coloring of words and slang.

He wasn’t shy about what he wanted and he had asked her before if she would start talking dirty in the bedroom; it was why she had started cursing (in both English and Chinese) while they made love. It wasn’t until a little later--while talking with Lena and Angela that she realized she may not have understood what Jamison had really wanted.

“Love, I think…” Lena giggled and leaned onto the cafeteria table with her elbows tucked closer to her body, “I think the Rat meant...well…”

“He wants you to compliment his performance by telling him how good of a job he is doing,” Angela explained easily, sipping her coffee and looking like she had just sipped nectar; when her eyes opened and she saw both Lena and Mei watching her with blank stares, she laughed quietly, “Get creative, Mei; tell him how good his cock feels inside of you and you’ll get the idea quickly enough.”

Lena and Mei both let their mouths drop in surprise and Lena stammered, “G-gee, Ang…”

Angela rolled her eyes, “I’ve spent my entire life around men because I dedicated myself to studying the human body and it's care, you hear things when men think there are no women around; and incidentally, I’m not a virgin. I’m a Valkyrie, not an Angel.”

Mei was brought back to the present when her back met the cool top of the workbench, her hips at the edge of the table and Jamie pressed between her legs as he kissed up her neck.

“J-Jamie,” Mei tried to scold him, but all that left her mouth was a moan.

“Aye, sheila?” Jamie grunted into her skin, already pushing her tank top and sports bra up and over the curve of her breasts. The cool, smooth metal of his right hand made her shiver, but it played on her sensitive skin; his lips were already teasing the malleable flesh of her chest, his fingers gently flicking over her hardening nipples.

Mei moaned and felt her back arch; he was always honed in on the places he loved; Mei’s past romances had always explored and tried to show their prowess by hoping to find the sensitive places on her. Unfortunately for them, Mei’s body didn’t hide any real secrets--she was a simple woman with simple and clear erogenous zones.

Jamie groaned into her soft skin, her body an alter that he was worshiping at; her softness, her supple body. Every inch of her was cream and savory thickness. He just wished he was eloquent enough to tell her.

“Yer tits are fuckin’ gorgeous,’ He nipped her breasts, making her squeak before his tongue circled her nipple.

Electric pleasure shot straight to her lower belly and Mei was in heaven, carried by the crude junker between her legs. Angela’s words came back to her--get creative--and she swallowed before she opened her mouth.

“J-Jamie,” She gasped and felt her face start to burn; no doubt, she was red as a tomato if she had to guess, “J-Jamie, your tongue-”

She couldn’t make herself finish, but Jamie’s head shot up to stare down at her. Her hands came up to cover her face, a small squealing noise leaving her throat, “D-don’t stare!”

“What were you gonna say?” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, his eyes boring into hers desperately.

His hands gently circled her wrists and tugged, but she didn’t want to look him in the eye, it was too embarrassing. Before he can tug harder to try and convince her more, she sputtered.

“D-don’t stop!”

Jamie saw the redness from her face spread down to her neck and he licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to tease the line where it ended with his teeth.

“Don’t stop what, snowflake?” He drawled, a smirk on his lips.

Mei finally peaked at him through her fingers, an unmistakable glare on her face, “Jamison…”

“Jamie,” He almost begged, but just said his name and leaned down to nip her collarbone again, “If ya don’t ask, ya don’t get it, snowflake.”

She whined and tightened her legs around him before she parted her lips and said, “J-Jamie, please...use-uh, oh...use your tongue, please!”

As if to reward her, his mouth closed around her hardened nipple again, nipping it when her hips bucked against his. Just hearing her moan after that was nearly too much for Jamie to take; his erection was straining in his shorts to the point of pain, but he couldn’t get enough of her voice.

“More, sheila,” He moaned, “What else do you want from the ol’ rat?”

She wanted to snort at his nickname for himself--Mei usually did, considering how he almost always begged her to use his real name in private--but one of his hands suddenly pressed against her covered mound and she moaned instead.

“F-fuck,” Mei said breathlessly, “I w-want you to fuck me, Jamie!”

It was more than he could handle; his hands were already pulling her shorts down over her hips and reaching for his own. Mei was vaguely aware that her shorts and underwear were still around her knees, but the thought left as she felt his hard cock start to prod at her entrance. She gasped and arched; a moan left her when Jamie pushed her legs up against her chest.

When he thrust into her, there was a moment when her mouth just flew open, “Fuck me, Jamie!”

Jamie was barely holding himself together and her words made his hips buck against hers, and he buried deeper into her wet heat. Mei whimpered and Jamie started to move inside of her, his cock slicking immediately. She tightened around him, her hands reaching up to grab the edge of the table over her head.

Her body burned from pleasure, but more than that, her words had drawn something out of her that she never thought would be true: she felt sexy. She felt desirable. Just a few words from her and Jamison could barely hold himself together. Is this what Angela meant about her understanding?

“Jamie,” She moaned his name, thinking over what she wanted to say; she grinned when she felt him almost immediately perk up to listen, “Jamie, you feel so good, so...deep. I want you deeper! Fuck me, please!”

Even though it sounded stilted to her own ears, Jamie was already helping her get rid of her shorts so he could angle himself better; and one thrust deeper and she felt her mouth drop open in a silent groan.

“Hooley dooley, snow,” Jamie groaned, “Just looka that face yer makin’; ain’t no other guy gunna do that fer ya! Jus’ me...all mine.”

He leaned into her skin and said the last four words against her skin; one of his arms hooked under her leg and he changed the angle again and moved inside of her quickly. Her words drove him, her face held him, her body moved him.

“Yer puss is so tight, fuck; ya were jus’ waitin’ fer me, weren’t ya?” He growled and bit her neck. Mei cried out and whined.

“Tài kěchǐle! Don’t say it like that,” She threw her head back. It was getting harder to breathe; her body was soaring higher and higher.

Jamie didn’t stop, “Yer drippin’ fer me cock, sheila; I want ya to be on me wanger ‘til neither of us can stand.”

“YES,” Mei finally burst out and arched her back and rolled her hips against his, “Fuck-Fuck me! I want your cock, harder, faster, please!”

Jamison couldn’t hold himself back; his hands closed on her hips and he pulled her against himself as he slammed into her. Her rolls moved and shook with his thrusts and he loved to watch them move on her body. His eyes moved up, watching the way her breasts jiggled and moved. Her arms, so soft and plush, held tightly to the table and her face…

Her face was enough to push him over the edge. He loved to see her lewd expressions, loved to know he was the one making pretty, prim, proper Mei-Ling Zhou roll her eyes into the back of her head from pleasure.

His hips bucked out of rhythm and he was gone,  his hot seed flooding her insides. Mei whimpered, but Jamie wasn’t done; the fingers of his robotic arm came down and the cool metal nudged against her clit. Mei gasped and her hips bucked against him. He felt himself still throbbing inside of her and bucked back.

Mei was a mess of pleasure and need; her body craved his cool metal fingers against the hot flush of her skin, she felt her wet walls shudder around his hard length. He swirled around her clit, pressing and teasing the way he had learned she loved. Her orgasm was still building, and Jamie kept pumping his still-hard dick between her folds, drawing her closer and closer.

“Cum fer me,” He suddenly growled in her ear, “I wanna feel you throttle me.”

She whimpered and felt something in her snap. Her hips rolled against his. Her body arched off the table. His fingers kept moving over her clit, even as her orgasm died and quickly built into another. He had worked her to a frenzy.

“Tíngzhǐ! Tíngzhǐ! Please, stop, I c-can’t-” Mei gasped when Jamie pulled his fingers away and brought them to his lips, “Y-you’re-?”

“Can’t help it, Mei,” He chuckled and cleaned his fingers, “I’m addicted t’ya; ya taste like the tapioca inside bubble tea.”

Her face burned and she covered it again with her hands. “You’re such a bad influence! Bùyào zìháo!!”

A high pitched giggle left Jamie’s throat and he leaned into her, pressing his still half-hard cock deeper into her and pulling a muffled moan from her throat.

“Ya know ya love it,” He giggled more.

“I know I love you, but that’s not what I said!” Mei turned her head, even as the junker tried to keep kissing her throat and jaw, “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Gettin’ ready fer round two,” He said matter of factly, “Gotta make sure ya gets lots of practice fer that dirty mouth of yers.”