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tinydefector · 1 month

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Hello, may I please request Jazz or Soundwave with a G/N human for your energy fluid au and their human so decides- hey, alien robot boyfriend deserves the succ? This can be before or after knowing it tastes of energy drinks, thank you for reading my ask.

Taste like a Rockstar energyfluid AU

Jazz x human

Note: Link to Soundwave's

So I've only got Jazz in this one but will be posting the Soundwave one next. Just I've been bust packing to move house, so a lot of my stuff is going to be a lot slower until I finally get sent up in the new house in the next week or so. But Soundwave one will get posted next once I've finished editing it, but I wanted to get this part posted tonight and will link the soundwave own to this once it's finished.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings; smut, oral fixation, blowjobs, Energy Fluid AU

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A set of eyes linger on Jazz as the bot goes about his business. Their hands pressed under their chin. "Baby what are you doing?" They call out.

Jazz smirked subtly at their lounging form across his hab suite. "Just some routine maintenance, sweetspark," he replied cheerily, sauntering over.

Collapsing onto a berth in a languid sprawl, Jazz flashed a roguish grin. "What's gotcha down, little light? Need some quality time with your mech?" His field pulsed flirtatious, one hand teasing up their side in practised caresses. Leaning in till his vented air brushes against their skin, Jazz murmured tantalisingly.

"I know just the thing to chase away the blues," he purred, nipping the shell of their ear. And Jazz aimed to savour every moment, coaxing giggles from them. They laughed as he pulled them closer. "JAZZ omg you dirty Bot!" They laugh while kissing him.

Jazz flashed a saucy grin against your lips, mischief flicker across his visor. "Aww c'mon sweetspark, you know you love it," he teased, swiftly flipping their thrashing forms.

Trapping wrists above amid peals of laughter, Jazz smirked down at their flushed form. His engine rumbled approval, frame tingling where they wrestled against his immovable grips.

"Now where were we?" Jazz mused aloud, relishing their laughter and kisses. Leaning in till breaths mingled, he whispered temptingly, "Was it...here?" Metal lips trailed ticklish along their jaw, pausing to playfully nibble sensitive zones wrung gasps and halfhearted protests.

"Mmm Jazz!" They whine out. Jazz chuckled warmly against their neck, engine revving at the music of his name upon soft lips. His field pulsed ardent waves, fingers kneading plating alike skilled hands upon a well-worn instrument.

"That's it sweetride, sound heavenly for me," Jazz purred between nuzzling kisses, hydraulics subtly readjusting to nestle closer still. His very struts thrummed in time to their quickening heartbeat. Every shiver, hitching vent, soft gasp and rumbles from theirs and Jazz’ own frame. His lover grew ever more receptive to each gentle glide of his servos, turning them into putty.

It was in such intimacy Jazz found home with them. As much as they enjoyed it they slowly pulled away. "Mmm wanna try something" they state while resting on his lap as he lounges back on the berth. Their hands slowly tracing over his chassis and tanks.

Jazz arched a brow ridge curiously, venting softly. Visor locked with their dancing gaze, patiently waiting as their minds worked through myriad potentials. "Sure thing sweetspark," he replied easily. As Jazz relaxed pliant against the berth, guiding them by the hips softly.

"I'm all yours, little light. whatcha got in mind?" Jazz asked.

They move slowly to be between Jazz' thighs looking up at him. "Can I give you a Blowjob, heard something from Astoria and wanted to see if its true." They state with a smile. Their hands running along the metal of his thighs.Jazz blinked in mild surprise, It makes him wonder what powerglides partner has told them.

"Well now, wouldn't mind findin out for myself," Jazz replied, frame buzzing with pleasant anticipation. "Gonna show this mech some new tricks? Have at it, sweetspark. I'm all yours t'enlighten." Jazz teases giving their back an eager squeeze. Their hands come over his interface panel. Teasing along the seams. "Gonna open this up for me?" They hum as their eyes flick back to meet his visor. They slowly run their tongue along the edge of the panel.

Jazz exvented a shuddered vent as their tongue traced the sensitive seams, cooling fans whirring at the electrifying promise mere touches awoke. His frame sang readiness. Retracting his interface panelling granting full access for his human, baring his spike, Lubricant tingled lines eager.

Their breath alone elicited trickles of transfluid leaking between swollen nodes, pressurised lines aching for contact. His field pulsed in rolling waves of want, engine revving in anticipation. "That's it sweetspark, you got it," Jazz rasped encouragingly, digits flexing against the berth in self-restraint from tugging their head down to take him into their mouth..

They laugh softly at how needy Jazz seemed to be, their hand finding his spike as they kiss the tip, running kisses against the length of it. Eyes widening slightly as they lap at the small amount of trans fluid leaking from him. "Oh my God it's true what Astoria said!" they state almost in disbelief before their eyes shoot to his valve. Jazz ventilations grow ragged, valve clinching emptily.

"Primus, sweetspark...what did she tell ya?” he asked through a shaky breath. They run their tongue along his valve before answering. "She told me that when she and Powerglide got it on, his transfluid apparently tasted like an energy drink. And I wanted to see if she was lying" they hum before lapping at his valve again, hand slowly working his spike as they took in his sweet taste. "She wasn't lying you taste like a Rockstar" they giggle

Jazz gasped and moaned loudly, spike pressurising even harder at erotic notions of their wet tongue delving previously unknown valving. "Yer makin' this mech feel brand new, t'drive m'circuits crazy like this?" Jazz gasped a static-laced tone as they worked his valve and spike.

Their lips eagerly work against him, lapping up the transfluid leaking down his spike before moving right back to his valve eating him out as if it were Their last meal. "Come on Jazzy '' they tease as their other hand comes up to tease the nodes of his valve.

Their greedy mouth alone elicited gushes transfluid threatened to drown keen sensors, His frame arches desperately, valve clenching pathetically against nothing. Jazz threw his helm back with a static-laced cry as their greedy mouth wrapped around his spike, transfluid gushing unchecked splattering across their skin. His form short circuits overload, frame bucking almost violently Every flick of their bold tongue and graze of probing digits sent charge scorching circuits near rupture, dragging drawn-out overloads from the very brink of sanity.

"Frag, sweetspark-! You're gonna drain me dry!" Jazz gasped pleadingly, gripping berth till plating dented beneath his uncaring grip. Slick pink fluid flowed in unchecked floods to greet their lip, chest and arms. Jazz keened a static-laced cry, valve spasming helplessly against the divine torment of their ravenous mouth.

"Frag-! Gonna make this mech melt down if ya keep that up, sweetspark!" Jazz pleaded through clenched dentae. They laugh softly against his spike as they slowly take it into their mouth fingers pressing into his valve as they work him up for an overload. "Taste so good Jazz, please want some more" they coo, a flicker of Mischief in their eyes.

Jazz keenly cried out again, desperate pleas dissolving into static-laced nonsense as their sinful mouth engulfed his weeping spike once more. greedy swallowing and teasing.

"Y-you'll be the death of me, sweetspark..." Jazz gasped raggedly, ventilation cycling uselessly, "But what a way t'go...a-ain't never felt nothin' like it!"

His spike pulsed desperate spurts transfluid. Their lips eagerly lap up the bright transfluid, it coats their fingers and runs down the side of their lips as they now work on cleaning him of the mess. "Enjoy that baby?" They ask with a smirk across their painted lips as they look up at him.

Jazz exvented raggedly, entire sensornet singed raw in the aftermath of your ravaging ministrations. "Making this mech melt down inta a puddle a parts, ya deviant thing," Jazz rasped affectionately through a loopy grin, too blasted to form a decent sentence. They are quick to crawl back up his form. Pressing their lips to his in a kiss, fingers caressing his helm. "Sooo... interest in doing that again in the future?" They hum against his lips

He vented a soft laughter, sated systems buzzing pleasantly in the afterglow. "Mmm, more de happy to do that again" Jazz rumbled in a contented reply. His visor dimming tiredly with warm amusement, "Think I just might be addicted t'you, sweetspark."

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starliights-shining · 1 year

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Stars Last Forever, Don't They?

I am obsessed with Lana Del Rey's Young and Beautiful right now, So while trying to not jump across my room to my housemates! I wrote this. This is kinda like a after the war AU, but Earth is in that like roaring 20s theme! Earth is a "safe place" for Cybertronians who do not want to stay on Cybertron. Jazz is like hella rich and in love with reader(Female), and reader is just being reader I guess. ANYWAYS their is like no size difference in this one, Cybertronians are in the 6ft to 8ft, I want them to be tall but not too tall. You could imagine any Jazz you'd like, Anyways this is mainly for @montyuh but I've given it to you guys as well. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY :)

Pairing: Jazz x Human!Female!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k words

Warnings: NSFW, female reader, AU,

The bot had been to many places, planets, cities, galaxies, you name it he’s been there. Thanks to the war that is, but the war’s gone, and this time it felt right. Being with you in this exact moment felt right. Under the flare of yellow city lights, Cobalt optics scanning you, hair pinned up hands grabbing at your bare arms you occasionally jumped bending your knees to get some motions. One of his servos in the pocket of his suit pants, while the other one hoovered over your lower back as he watched. Watched your every move, your eyes scanning the busy street for his fancy ass car that should have already been here, your sniffling he can hear every now and then over the loud honking of cars, engine revving, and chatter from those walking by. You looked to be freezing, but there was something about that very moment, that he just fell in love all over again. The yellow glow from the streetlight above made you look like an angel, his angel, his beautiful angel, he smirked, optics flicking up to the sea of cars in front of you two. A loud and long Honk got his attention, his optics moved from car to car until he saw a hand waving him over. He removed his servo from his pocket, digits moving to point towards the wave.

“Right over there sweetheart.”

He spoke into your eye, watching as you slightly shivered before your soft eyes followed in the direction he pointed. His servo ushering you between cars to your destination, he couldn’t help but still look at you, even with no overhead street lamps, you still have that same glow to you, and he was living in it. He blinked and before he knew it, his servo was reaching past you, grabbing the door handle and opening it up for you, your voice ringing in his audio receptors as you climbed into the vehicle.

“Hey Randy!”

Randy, his “mechanic” that just so happened to be one of those Cybertronian human agents they give every single Cybertronians that lives on Earth. Think of it like a counselor, just one that Jazz doesn’t need, and who leaves that program to work for the one he was supposed to be ‘watching’. Either way the exchange works out, Randy keeps a good paying job, jazz isn’t bothered by Cybertronian integration programs.

“Hiya, Miss!”

Jazz could see you smile at the man, Randy then looks back at the door watching as Jazz climbs in after you.

“Hey, Boss!”

“Randy”

Was all the mech said, normally you hold conversation with Jazz on the way back home, but today you decided he had enough conversations. Instead you held conversation with Randy, leaning into Jazz for some kind of warmth, his arm was slung over you. He knew you had been feeling those drinks, the way you slurred your words every now and then, the way you leaned farther into him, and the occasional gasp sigh that’d leave your mouth when he chuckled at Randy’s jokes. You were definitely feeling something from those dranks, one way or another, and just the dreamy signs you let out was starting to get his pants a little too tight. He shifted, catching your attention in the process. Your eyes scanned his blue visor before you smiled, and turned your head back to Randy.

“Oh you know, Some people just can’t control their temp. I told the guy to chill out but,”

Your voices muffled to him, optics training to look out the window at all those bright ass lights, He was uninterested in your conversation with Randy. Since it was just a retelling of what had happened in the bar, what caused you guys to be out waiting for the cold.

It wasn’t until his optics found the signature mansion coming into view that he finally started to listen to what you and Randy were talking about. Optics moved to look at you once again, but they met your gaze, soft orbs staring at him like he held all the answers in his life and they did to you. You quickly flicked your eyes back to Randy, smiling when you caught eye contact with the man through the rear view mirror.

“I’m so glad you agree, Randy. Sometimes people can just simply be a little too cruel.”

Cruel, that word has played on your lips all night, ever since he denied your kiss in favor of his drink at the club. Randy laughed, coming to a stop in front of the big old house. You stepped out of the car first, standing next to the driver side window as you continued your conversation with Randy, waiting for Jazz to follow suit. It wasn’t until you placed your hand on the window seal as you laughed at one of Randy’s jokes that Jazz fully noticed what you were doing, you were being cruel.

You noticed Randy’s eyes shift to behind you, the car door shocking you from your thoughts. Jazz was now standing behind you, a smile on his face as he looked down at Randy.

“Boss.”

You saw the way Randy tensed, his hand that rested on the steering wheel now harshing gripping it. In your slight haze you whipped your head around to see that signature smile of Jazz’s, his servo coming up to rest on your lower back.

“Thank you, Randy.”

He paused, Randy’s grip loosening on the steering wheel, his bright smile painted back on his face. You could feel Jazz’s servos moving to have a grip on you, pushing you away from the car as he spoke.

“I’ll make sure you get extra pay for your troubles. Goodnight Randy! Get home safe.”

“You got it, Boss!”

Jazz had you past the car by now, allowing for ample room for Randy to drive away. The best you could you turned around in Jazz’s guiding grip, throwing your arm up and waving to the man in the car.

“Goodnight Randy!”

You screamed, Jazz’s servo coming up to pull your arm down and usher you inside, closing the door behind him. You were out of his grip, holding onto something for leverage to get your shoes off, a sigh leaving your mouth as you got ready to speak again, eyes trained on the floor.

“Oh don’t be Cr-”

“Cruel?”

He cut you off, his smile gone, a new air was placed around you two, something like static, sparks, sparks like they’re starting a fire, a bright alarming hard to ignore fire. He knew, he knew what you’ve tried to do the entire time in the car. You stood up straight, shoes off, staring straight into his visor. His servos reached for you as he spoke.

“Ohh, Sweetheart.”

He paused, a servo resting on the side of your neck while the other is on your waist. That sickly sweet smile of his dancing under his visor.

“I can show you cruel.”

He sat up in bed, the moon was just starting to be replaced with the sun. His optics scanned the room before landing on your sleeping form. His silky sheets lay over your almost naked body. The pale blue light coming through the window placed his shadow over you, just like he was over you, his servo was reaching for the dip of your side, leaning into you when his servo finally met you. You stirred, a groan coming from you as he smiled and placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. He watched as you snuggled further into the bed, he pulled the sheet up further on your body before leaning back. He fixed his posture before his optics landed on the door, the light shining from the crack between the floor and its bottom, he watched as a shadow walked past. The butler and maid, they must have been getting ready for the day. He thought about what you’d have to do for the day, shopping? Plans for going out with some friends? Maybe you’d spend the whole day with him? His processor wandered to what he had planned, well more like what he could expect. Work, maybe Randy would ask for some help, or his attention could fully be on you?

The sound of a telephone ringing broke him from his thoughts, he sighed, swinging his legs out of bed and padding to the doorway. His servos grab for the ties to his robe pulling them together in a loose knot before opening the door and being met with the butler.

“Sir, There is a call for you.”

His voice was quiet, above a whisper but below the range he’s normally talking in. Jazz watched as his eyes shifted past him, landing on your sleeping form still in bed.

“Let her sleep, where is the phone?”

Jazz started to move forward, his servo grabbing the outside door handle and pulling the door to as he walked past the butler.

“In the office sir.”

Jazz nodded, the butler leading the way to the office. Jazz scanned his home, it somehow felt almost like it was different. The hallway had ceiling to floor windows, casting a golden yellow light through them. He could see the garden, and the lake beyond it. He almost stopped to fully admire the view, yeah he’s lived here for years, but for some reason he’s never seen this view, it felt right to be there. He closed his optics as he kept walking, the phone, gotta get to the phone was all he said in his head.

He blinked, optics opening to see the office, the butler had closed the door behind him, giving him the room to speak freely for the call. He walked to the phone, picking it up and letting out a deep sigh.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

He heard the person clear their throat before speaking.

“Yes, but you have to know why I'm calling?”

“Prowl?”

He was more taken aback by the voice over the call, an old buddy, someone he hadn’t heard from in a while. Prowl laughed, letting out a few more words before giving Jazz room to acknowledge them. Jazz closed his optics as he listened to Prowl, throwing his head back before his free servo picked up the base of the phone, holding it as he walked across the room. Prowl kept going on about Red Alert not being able to actually do what he needed to for the company and Fort Max also not having the correct credentials and a few other things. Which then led to Jazz, some type of disagreement. Jazz let out a sigh, fixing his posture by the window before softening his tone and continuing, it seemed like Prowl was not letting this problem go unnoticed.

The mech had lost track of time, phone still in servo, while he sat in his office chair. A fancy pen with the Autobots logo rested gently in his other as he wrote down notes and points of interest from the call. His optics were looking out the window to his left, the sun was now casted higher in the sky, he guessed it was somewhere around noon, he was starting to feel the effects of this call. His shoulders getting heavy and his happy demeanor gone, his tone was stiff and his responses were short unless he was proposing a solution to the caller.

The caller that was no longer Prowl, the caller that was shortening Jazz’s lifespan just from speaking, the caller that was raising their voice, the caller that now had Jazz standing up in the corner of the desk. Prepared to hang up on the man if he even thought of yelling or disagreeing with Jazz. He closed his optics, Cobalt blues hiding behind covers as he thought of a way to end this call.

“You’re not listening to me! It won’t matter what happens, Soundwave will buy it out and there will be no stocks or C.E.O. that can fix it.”

The caller was clearly upset, and talking any further to the man will make him even more upset. He thought about ways to calm the man, processor running new scenarios and outcomes every Astro-Klick, when the noise of the doors opening caught his attention. His helm turned to look towards the door, his savor from the caller. His optics take in your smaller frame, hand still on the door as you look at him and then the room around him. He smiled, holding his free hand up before turning around and continuing what he was doing.

You took this time to scan his office, it was large, larger than you thought it was going to be. It matched him though, its tall ceilings making him look not as large as he is, and these big open windows letting daylight shine through. By the time you’d taken in the large room you caught the last bit of the conversation.

“How about this, you call my assistant and they’ll set up a meeting for us, Yeah?”

He paused, nodding and then saying a quick goodbye before hanging up. He stood there looking at the rotary phone, letting out a deep sigh and relaxing his shoulders. His servos were placed on the desk in front of him.

“Who was that?”

He didn’t answer, your eyes scanned his back, his posture bad as he was hunched over, his helm hung low. He looked stressed, far too stressed for someone who is supposed to be on vacation. You walked up behind him, your hands finding his waist and wrapping your arms around him. He lifted a servo to rest on your hand.

“No one, just work.”

His tone was low, like he didn’t want you to hear him say it.

“I thought you were supposed to be on vacation?”

You felt his servo get heavier on your hand. He knew your question was valid, far too valid, yet he had no answer. He turned around in your arms, placing his servos on your hips and looking down at you.

“I am on vacation, I was just on a vacation break.”

You looked up at him, your eyes staring into his visor. He could tell you weren’t buying it, and at that moment he knew his spy days were over.

“It was just one phone call. No more, I told him to schedule a meeting with me through my assistant.”

He watched you, eyes blinking into a roll before you smiled and let out a laugh.

“You don’t have an assistant.”

“Well, He doesn’t know that and what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

You let go of him, backing up and throwing your hand at him as you walked to the door. He watched intently, leaning against the desk before you finally turned to look at him.

“Well come one, it's lunch time.”

Your hand was motioning him towards you, and without a word he followed you. Tailing behind you by a foot or two, taking in the way your clothing moved from the breeze you casted. The midday sun making your skin glow as you walked, a goddess, you looked like a goddess. He was captivated, optics taking in every ounce of you, from the sun shining through your clothing to the way your crown lit up from the rays. You looked so different then the thousands of other times he's seen you. Well, you look just as pretty as the other times, but still it felt different, just like he felt when he was scanning his room, and the way he felt when scanning his office, different.

You came to a stop in front of the kitchen door. Your smaller hands resting on the knobs, you let out a hum, before looking over your shoulder at him. He opened his mouth to speak but you started moving again. Opening the door and walking in, the smell of food hit him, reminding him he hadn’t eaten in a while. You walked to the end of the kitchen towards a small breakfast nook. Stopping and holding an arm out to show him the table with two lunches on it.

“I asked Randy and the butler what you ate and this is what they came up with. We can have lunch together!”

You smiled at him before sitting down. He thanked you before sitting down with you. The lunch was quiet, neither of you speaking as you eat. You admired the garden from the window and he just admired you. By the time you’d finally spoken up, lunch was done. The plates and help staff are gone, it was just you two.

“So what do you have planned for today?”

Your head turned from looking out the window, looking into his visor. He froze, stuttering under your gaze while he thought about what to say, what was he doing today? You simply stared at him, soft eyes waiting for a response. He didn’t know what to tell you. He had nothing planned, he would admit to himself he hadn’t even thought about plans today. He was so caught up in your presence last night he hadn’t even made anything of a plan and then this morning he was caught up in the calls. Calls that wouldn’t matter because he won’t remember them, he’ll only remember you, you. He’ll remember everything from last night, kissing you, your sound, you riding him, your everything. His mind wandered, wandered to the way your felt around him, his hands grabbing at every bit of you, holding you close to his body as he fucked you. His thoughts were stopped when you called out to him. Your eyes filled with worry, wondering what he was thinking, what he was thinking. He was thinking about you, you’d be disappointed if you knew how he was thinking about you. Legs spread, lewd expression, pornographic moans, primus was he in love with you. He blinked, swallowing hard as he spoke.

“Nothing, I have nothing planned, but to spend my day with you.”

He watches your facial expression, your smile getting bigger and bigger the more you stare at the mech. You turned back towards the window. Your smile was still present, your arm propped up, head resting in your hand. The sun from the window is shining on you in just the perfect way. That same perfect way it hit you earlier, which led his processor down the same path, just like earlier. He let out a sigh, moving his chair back and slumping a bit more, before his servo lifted from the table motioning you to him.

“Come here, Sweetheart.”

You gave him a questioning look, he moved his digits in the come motion, and you followed. Standing next to him, he put his servos on your waist, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your upper stomach. He looked up at you, your orbs staring down into his visor. His grip on your hips tightening and then loosening.

“You know we have all week together. So it’s okay if we don’t have things planned for a couple of days.”

Your voice was soft, if he wasn’t so engrossed in you and your presence, he wouldn’t have heard you. He hummed in response, lifting his helm off your stomach and nodding. He pulled you into his lap, servos resting on your ass, he smirked.

“Then I’ll spend my entire day doing you.”

You laughed, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Is that so?”

He hummed in response, tightening his grip on your hips. You couldn’t see his optics, but you feel him staring into you, that same feeling like last night. When you just so happened to test his patience a little more than you normally did. You moved your hands to rest on his neck. Smiling sweetly at him as you leaned in, half lidded eyes filled to the brim with lust, and a playful tone when you spoke.

“Well, you better get to it then!”

He wasted no time, leaning in for a greedy kiss as his servos moved all around your body. With every kiss you were losing yourself, your head spinning as his servos got lower and lower, and it was gettin harder to not whine into his mouth. You needed to breathe, pulling back for air, but Jazz followed. Desperate to keep contact with your lips, until your hands came to rest on his helm, holding him in place as you pulled away. Panting, you wanted to have some sort of control before things got hotter. Jazz wasted no time moving on, pushing past your hold to plant kisses on your neck, his servos now traveling up to your chest, resting on your breast. He gave them an occasional squeeze as he moved lower and lower. The only thing in his way was your night gown you still wore, he thought about when you had the time to change. Processor wondering where his dress shirt from last night went, until he remembered he spent his entire morning on the phone with people. He chuckled lightly to himself. Moving his servos down, resting on your thighs, giving them a firm squeeze as he sighed, before going up and under your short gown. You squealed when his cold servos met your stomach, earning a light laugh from the mech you held onto.

“Too cold for you, Sweetheart?”

You shook your head, his servos met with your chest. He pinched and rolled your nipple in his digits, earning a low gasp and a slow moan from you. He leaned back in his chair, watching you. Your hands were now resting on upper arms, a steady grip grounding you. Your eyes were closed and your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“You enjoying yourself Sweetheart.”

You gave him a muffled whine as an answer, not moving or opening your eyes, just your muffled noises.

“We’re just getting started.”

You felt one of his servos let go of your tit, gliding his digits lower to your panty line. Stopping for a second before going lower. Cupping your clothed pussy. Your eyes fluttered open for a split second, seeing Jazz smirking at you. His digits moved your panties aside, and rubbed over your slit. You muffled the low moan you wanted to let out, tightening your grip on his upper arms. You thought you were spinning, your eyes closed, but it still didn’t help with grounding you. He pushed his digits further, moving past the feeling of your wet lips. Circling your entrance and then pulling back to your clit. He applied pressure to your clit, a soft pressure but it was still worth every bit of it. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, finally letting them spill out.

“There you go. Don’t hold back baby.”

You didn’t, letting his use of pet names cause your pussy to clench around nothing. He slipped his digits into you, his other servo moving from your tit to your hip, holding you steady as your hips lifted slightly. A high pitched moan leaving you when he pulled in and out of you. Rubbing past your walls sweetly. The metal of his palm meeting with your slick bud in the process, adding far more pleasure then you needed. Your hands moved to grip his shoulders, your last attempt to steady yourself before you got closer to you high. His pace picked up, giving you more movement in his wrist, his digits going deeper than before. Your grip on him tightening, earning more and louder moans than before. His digits started doing a scissoring motion, god he knew what he was doing. Your high was coming faster and closer than you knew. You leaned further into his, your forehead meeting his chassis and your knees trying their best to meet. Your moans sounding pornographic and echoing off the bare titled walls of the kitchen.

“Oh god,”

Was all you were able to let out, your hands falling from his shoulders. He simply chuckled at you, he was enjoying this. You, the woman of his dreams, melting to his touch in his lap, in the kitchen of his house.

“Ya getting close, Sweetspark?”

His tone was teasing, mocking you if you actually had time to look into it. His servo in between your legs was too good, it was melting your brain. All you could do was nod, nod your heart away in hopes that he would continue. He just hummed in response, keeping his pace. That same pace, he had you at a control point, right on the edge, an edge that was going to be your downfall. Your moans were a steady sting of high pitches, you tried mustering up enough energy to beg, beg for your release. Your hand coming to push you off his chassis, giving you a full view of him, his visor, his kissable mouth and that god forsaken smirk.

“Please, please, I’m right there, please,”

It was a broken plea, taking you time to get out in between all your moans and whines. He chuckled, grip tightening on your hip, and that damn smirk growing bigger.

“Let go, Baby.”

Listening to his command you did, let go of every ounce of control you had as his pace picked up and moved three digits in and out of you. Your posture is lost in the moment, you fall into his chassis, shaking from your orgasm and breathy moans coming from your smaller figure in his lap.

“Ride it out to Sweetspark.”

His digits are still moving allowing you to ride though your moment. He no longer has that quick pace, it being replaced with an antagonizing slow pace, but you knew it was for the best. His other servo came to rub up and down your back, calming you down.

“You went hard right there. Thought I almost lost you, Pretty girl.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him the best you could. His own wrapped around you, holding you close. You angled your head up to look at him, his gaze already on you. You leaned up a bit to kiss him before speaking.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

He smiled at you, vibrating your body with the low chuckle he let out, as he moved to kiss your forehead.

“Anytime and anything for you, Sweetspark.”

There was silence, a comfortable one. You sit up, your hands resting on his chassis. You stared at him, the sunbeams hitting his face plating. He was so pretty, the soft gray metal having a light shine. You giggled.

“What?”

He asked. You shook your head, throwing your head back laughing.

“Nothing, am I not allowed to admire you?”

He laughed,grabbing your hips.

“No, because that's my job.”

“Don’t you think you do that too often? Maybe let me take over for a while.”

You hummed, running your hands up his chassis to his shoulders.

“I could, but I want to admire you on my spike.”

You smiled, moving your hands to either side of his neck.

“Is that so?”

He nodded, leaning in to kiss you. Well more like make out, a make out that ended up with Jazz trailing to your neck. You angled your head for easier access, while your hands grabbed at his helm. He started moving down towards your chest when the noise of the kitchen door opening stopped him.

“Sir,”

The butler paused, making eye contact with you and then Jazz before covering his eyes and continuing his sentence.

“There is another call for you.”

Jazz sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“Tell them I’m no longer taking calls, please and thank you.”

“Yes sir, right away.”

The butler left quickly, the door clicking behind him and the sound of his hurried footsteps disappearing down the hall. You laughed, turning back to Jazz.

“Alright,”

The mood was gone for the time being. Leaving you with a frustrated Jazz and ideas to avoid the butler and telephone calls.

“How about we disappear into this vast house. So maybe you can finally admire it the way you want too.”

He let out a sigh, servos patting your hips as he nodded in agreement.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, Pretty girl.”