It was just you, the beach, and a good fucking horror novel. Nothing else.
You paused for a moment from your book to stare at the waves crashing into the sand. Some seagulls sat on the waters, not minding the waves until it grew too great for them.
You totally needed the paid vacation. Overwatch was working you to the bone with missions and training. A certain somebody was wearing you out as well. You didn’t want to think about him now. No, just you, and the beach.
You laid your book down to watch a pair of crabs battling it out (over a mate more likely) until a great weight was pressed against your back.
“Hello, love.” An Australian accent whispered. You shivered and whipped around onto your back, making Junkrat fall over.
“The hell are you doing?!” You barked.
Junkrat only giggled. “Just came to see you. I missed ya back at base.”
Heat rose up to your cheeks. “You’re stalking me?”
Junkrat pulled down his sunglasses and wiggled his bushy eyebrows. “You want me to?”
Frustrated, you chucked your book at him. It missed him and landed on the sand near the fighting crabs, scaring the bejesus out of them.
“Just joking!” Junkrat laughed. “I notice ya been stressed lately. Had to see if you were doing alright.”
You lifted an eyebrow at him. “You came thousands of miles away from base to check on me?”
“Teammates look out for each other!” Junkrat winked.
You rolled your eyes and left your towel to retrieve your sandy book.
“Like the back view from here, love.” Junkrat hollered.
You threatened to throw the book at him again. This time, you wouldn’t miss. Junkrat raised his hands up, an innocent smile spread across his face. His incredibly sexy face.
Goddammit.
Out of all the people who could’ve followed you to your retreat, it had to be Junkrat. He’s partially why you had to get out of headquarters. Stupid sexual frustrations.
You almost died ogling at him during battle. You thank the gods every time his body pressed against you as he saved you from enemy fire time and time again. You yearned for him during meetings, friendly outings, and from afar at the gym.
Touching yourself wasn’t enough. Sex toys were a waste.
“Whatcha’ daydreamin’ about?” Junkrat asked, interrupting your thoughts. You were back on your towel, staring out into the ocean. Junkrat laid beside you. Your heart was drumming against your chest. You tried not to let your eyes linger down to his abs.
“Nothing.” You murmured.
Junkrat eyed you suspiciously then sat on your back.
“What the—”
“Relax.”
You froze up as Junkat’s hands rubbed your shoulders. You curled your toes at his touch.
“How ya feeling now?” Junkrat asked.
You only sank deeper into your towel, your body relaxing. Junkrat took the hint and chuckled.
“Roadie does this whenever I feel like setting everything on fire.”
You snorted at the thought of Junkrat’s massive partner sitting on Junkrat’s back without breaking him. What a sight.
Junkrat lowered down to your shoulder blades. “Me arm’s not bothering ya?” He was referring to his prosthetic.
“Not at all.” You replied.
Fuck, this was heaven. Your eyes lingered back to the ocean. A dolphin in the distance leaped out of the waters.
Junkrat’s hands moved down to your lower back. Suddenly, he stopped. You raised your head and turned to him. “What’s wrong?” You asked.
“Tell me when to stop. Don’t want ya bein’ all uncomfortable.” Junkrat replied. You felt his hard-on on your bum. You only smiled and nodded.
“Keep going.” You lowered your head back to your towel. Junkrat continued his wonderful massage.
Eyes closed, you imagined Junkrat rubbing you down with sunblock. Both of you were naked.
“(Y/N)? Oi, (Y/N). Wake up!”
You dozed off. Junkrat was looking down at you with an amused smirk.
“You kept moaning me name in your sleep.” He snickered. “Didn’t think I was that good at this.”
You buried your face into your towel and let out a muffled, embarrassed laugh.
Familiar nursery rhyme tunes crept into your ears. The sounds of excited, screaming children followed.
“Ice cream! Ice cream!” A little girl in a polka dot one-piece shouted. All the kids flocked to the ice cream truck parked nearby the beach. When did it get here and where the hell did all these children come from?
“Ooohh, ice cream!” Junkrat was just as excited as the kids. “Which flavor do you want?”
“Vanilla’s fine.” You weren’t picky about your ice cream. As long it was cool and sweet.
“What? Boring!”
You glared at the Rat. He only laughed. “I’m going, I’m going!”
You watched Junkrat join the long line of children waiting eagerly for ice cream. It was going to be a while until he returned.
You continued reading, only to doze off again under the warm sun.
“Sorry love, can’t keep me hands off of ya.” Junkrat whispered.
You woke up to Junkrat’s body on top of yours. His hard-on was grinding against your butt, his rock-hard abs pressing against your back. Junkrat had your hands gently pinned down as he nibbled on your shoulders.
What the hell was all of this coming from? Were you dreaming again, or this was real life? You closed your eyes shut then opened them again. Yep, this was real!
“J-Jamison,” You stuttered. You looked around the beach for any beachgoers. “We can’t be doing this on a public beach!”
“What public?” Junkrat scoffed. “Nobody’s here.”
Seriously, where did everybody go? The kids? Did they abandon the site as soon as they received their ice cream fix?
“Aww love, you’re burning up.” Junkrat rubbed your back. You sighed under his touch. How could a scrappy bombmaker have such an effect on you?
“I have some sunblock.” Junkrat continued. “Let me get that for you.” He lifted himself off you.
“Don’t keep me waiting long.” You said.
“Oh, I won’t.”
You watched the ocean waves then felt something cold land on your back. You jolted at the surprise feeling.
“Geez, Rat!” You screamed. “That sunblock’s cold!”
“It ain’t sunblock, mate.” You felt Junkrat’s hot, long tongue sliding down your spine. You shivered.
You turned your head back to him. He quickly whipped your head back to the ocean with a cackle. “Don’t worry what I’m doing. Just relax.” He said.
“J-Junk—”
Junkrat hushed you with a quick rub down then spilled more ice cream on your back.
“So cold…” You hissed.
Junkrat smacked your ass. “No talking.”
“Are you ser—OW!”
You winced as he smacked your ass harder. It hurt like hell, even though you couldn’t help but smile against your towel. Junkrat licked the ice cream clean off your back. His lips glided lower and lower down to your bum. You flinched as he nipped on one cheek and smacked the other.
Your hips were swaying a bit, your body silently begging for more. Junkrat firmly gripped your hips.
“I’m going to take good care of you.” He purred, sliding your bikini bottoms off.
Oh my God…
He spread your cheeks apart.
Oh my God…
He slid his tongue right inside your hole. A surprised gasp slipped out of your mouth. You tightly gripped on the towel.
Junkrat soothed you with one hand rubbing your back. The other still clenching an ass cheek, munching you away. His muffled giggles vibrated through your whole body. Slick was coming down your legs from the new, exquisite feeling.
“You like this? You have my permission to speak.” Junkrat asked.
“Mmmhmmm.” You whimpered.
Junkrat went back to sucking and licking you from behind. All you could do was lay there, your ass in the air for him. Your hands still holding on to the towel. You were a drooling mess.
Junkrat’s flesh hand played with your hair. His tongue around your hole flicking faster.
“Oh~” Your legs quivered. “Junk…Junk!”
His flesh hand rubbed your clit and that was it. You finally came. Junkrat removed his tongue and laid kisses on your bottom and back.
“Here ya go!” He handed you a cone of vanilla ice cream. You slowly took the cone. Your lower half still recollecting what just happened.
Junkrat was still hard. You eyed the tent in his shorts as you licked your dessert. The familiar ice cream truck returned. You quickly tossed a blanket over yourself as soon as you heard the squealing kids.
Seriously, did the children just appear from another dimension? Where were they all this time? Good thing they didn’t catch you and the Rat in the act.
“Nice! The truck’s back!” Junkrat cheered, throwing you another one of his adorable, innocent smiles. Where was the dirty Rat you met minutes ago?
“You want some more? They have sweet and salty caramel!”
You nodded. “I’d like that.”
Junkrat pulled you close for a quick peck on your forehead. “Be ready when I come back.” He growled in your ear. He hobbled away to join the ice cream line.
Excited, you flipped back on your stomach, devouring the rest of your cone. Vanilla ice cream never tasted so good.
If anyone would like to do a Meihem roleplay, just DM me. I prefer to be Mei, but I can try out Junkrat. I'm open to AU's and canon, and smut is welcome to those that are of legal age. Literate only please!
