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In the spirit of re-reading idw mtmte, here’s some art of our favourite dynamic duo.

probably going to render it at a later date. Or not. We’ll see.

Jazz:

Humans were rather squishy compared to Cybertronians. One grip too hard and squish. Flesh would give under the slightest of pressure, with some resistance to the boney areas. It was still nothing compared to his own metal plating.

Jazz was observant, and through that observation he learned some things about humans. They, like cyebrtronains, came in many shapes sizes and colors. But some of them had round and bouncy somethings on their chests. He assumed it was just their own bit of kibble, just some extra bits. These too, came in various sizes and shapes.

But not like yours.

Jazz couldn't stop himself from starring. How could he not? Every step you took, turn, and even when you laughed, they would bounce. He liked to make you laugh, but now he had more motivation to crack jokes around you. He liked to stare, and you knew he liked to stare. You made it more interesting for him to stare.

Playing with the collar of your shirt, or wearing low cut blouses. He wasn't sure why, but the hot summer day you ran an icecube over you neck and cleavage has his own system over heating. Had to go drive and get some steam out after that.

When fate, or luck, or maybe mutual interest finally got you alone, he got to finally see them uncovered. A bit too eager to take his time, Jazz peels your shirt away with careful servos. Didn't want to rip it, you already threatened to kick his aft if that happened.

the shirt comes off and he is gawking. The curve, the swell, the peak. the way they sat so differently now that you werent wearing anything. He takes a moment to just marvel at them while you lean back on your hands. Jazz could only think of one thing to do with them.

Such pretty sounds came out of your mouth when he put his mouth around one. Mesh glossa flickering over the hardened nipple as you arch and put a hand on his helm. He could do this all day. A servo on one of your tits, the other in his mouth. they really are soft, softer than he expected and it makes him moan around the flesh. When he takes the stiff nipple between his denta, you whine and warn him not to bite.

"Oh don't worry sweet-spark, when I bite, you'll like it." Not iff, when. He could already picture how it would feel to carefully leave his mark. Maybe your thigh, or hip. He wouldn't dream of bruising your beautiful tits.

With a pop, he switches over to the other, Lubricant coating your flesh. Jazz hums in appreciation seeing your grab and play with them yourself. He pulls back, watching, wondering. Could he rut his spike between them?

Hot Rod:

He was taking advantage of the situation, that much you were VERY aware of. It was cold, you were even colder without a jacket, and Hot Rod was very, very warm. All of the bots were, but he was especially so. You hadn't planned on being in the snow without a jacket, and Prime was apologizing profusely when he got you back to base.

Shivering, teeth chattering, you assured the Leader that it was perfectly fine. Hot Rod volunteers to warm you up, and now you were sat in his lap, one servo holding you against his chassis. You sunk back against him, soaking in that warmth when you noticed it the first time. The subtle brush of his digit against your chest. Just his servo flexing, you told yourself. Then it happened again.

He must have thought he was being subtle, not thinking about how his size makes it far from subtle for you, but he was coping a feel. You shake your head. No no... He was curious, hadn't had a lot of time with humans. he was curious.

The edge of his thumb brushes downward, pausing when he feels you nipples poking through the shirt. You should say something. Another soft press. You might want to say something. It's awkward, but the tip of his middle digit is circling one of your nipples. You should really say something if you want this to stop.

The Mech keeps poking and subtly squeezing your chest, getting a little bolder by your lack of response. You could feel your cheeks go warm when he started pushing your breasts up before letting them drop. Even leaning over you to watch them bounce. You want to say something, but Hot Rod chuckles, watching and you don't have the heart. You bite your lip and try to tell yourself it doesn't feel nice.

"What are these?" He asks, putting both massive hands around you. There is a digit on each breast, massaging them. It feels kind of nice, but you gotta stop this, he doesn't understand.

"Hot Rod-" You put a hand over his digits that push and squeeze your chest. He doesn't seem to realize your trying to stop the movement. It's gentle so it doesn't hurt. It feels nice, "These are breasts and you really shouldn't do that.

"Do what?" The massive bot curls over you more, and the heat intensifies.

"Touch them." You breath hitches as he some how manages to pinch the nipples delicately enough to not hurt them. Again, and your jerk with a whimper.

His touch pauses, optics flash and cooling fan clicks on, "Oh?"

Hot Rod keeps you pressed against him, but doesn't move. You're squirming from embarrassment and a heat in your core. Overly warm, craving it and wanting this awkwardness to stop.

"Can I see them?"

Oh this got so much more embarrassing.

"What?"

"You humans cover yourselves right?" He fingers the collar of your shirt, unintentionally making your head tip back, "Can I see them? I noticed yours are bigger than others."

"Some bots have bigger chests." You retort, shivering as his digit keeps pulling down at your collar.

"We don't cover up." His other digit runs over your nipple again. "Whats this?"

"If I show you will you drop it?"

Hot Rod pulls his servos away, still hovering near you. a smile on his face plates as he nods. He is way to eager for this. way too eager for how... innocent he seems about this.

You grumble to yourself before reaching for the edge of your shirt, glancing around. No one else was in here. You hope it stays that way. In one quick swoop, you pull the shirt off. Damnit, should have worn a cute bra today. Why do you care? It's a robot? This was just an old bra that was slightly too small.

Hot Rod makes a noise that may have been cooing. "More coverings?"

"Yeah.... I need it."

"Why?" He rubs a bra strap, trying to get it off your shoulder. He tsks when you smack his digit before reaching behind yourself to unhook it. He makes that noise again when your tits spill out. He is quick to touch again, cupping them with his thumbs.

"Hey! You said See!"

He makes a pouting face, still gently pressing. "Hey, not my fault they're even softer than the rest of you. Too tempting."

His metal was hot on your skin. Were you warm from him, or..

"You... you should stop." You hands rest on the junction that would be his wrist.

"Why?" Hot Rod asks, curling more, leaning close. Caging you in. "Because you like it?"

You can't respond with more than another whimper. Oh he was completely aware, huh?

Swerve pistoned his hips into you frantically as you flopped around in his grip. His strong arms held you against his metal frame with your hands squished between your chest and the lower part of his chasis. Your jaw was hung open letting moans bounce out of your mouth with every strike of his spike in your gummy walls.

“Come on, sweet spark, give me another!” Swerve groaned. You could barely understand what he was saying in your lust clouded mind. All you heard were his roaring cooling fans and the slap of metal against skin. “Come on, baby,” Swerve moaned holding onto you tighter. “Let me feel that pretty pussy cum around me again.”

You could only moan and gasp in response to Swerve’s request. His chubby spike forced your walls apart with every push of his hips. He couldn’t believe that you’d even consider talking to him let alone have him fuck you in the bar’s storeroom.

“So good!” Swerve moaned as he hunched over to give your shoulder a bite. His dull dente pushed your shirt into the divots his robotic teeth made in your skin. “You’re so good!” Swerve cried with a mouthful of your shoulder.

You remember when you were first intimate with Swerve, how the soft graze of your velvety walls along his metallic cock was enough to bring him to an overload. He’d apologize for finishing so fast and try to make it up to you through eating his own transfluid out of your pussy. He really had nothing to be sorry for but you couldn’t seem to find your voice when he had had his glossa stuffed inside your hole licking around for his spent.

Speaking of which, you could feel gobs of transfluid drip down your legs as Swerve released another load into you. Your poor jelly legs were held limply in Swerve’s servos as he shakily fucked you through his orgasm.

You huffed out a shaky breath feeling Swerve start to relax, you hoped that maybe he was finally finished as your hole started to become sore from his needy abuse of it.

“Do you think…” Swerve prodded around along your rear until he reached your puckered ass. “Do you think we can try this hole next?”

You felt your body grow hot at Swerve’s request. “R-right now?” You asked horsely.

“Yeah,” Swerve said with an airy voice. You could feel him start to push up into you again. A soft shaky whine left your lips earning a needy moan from your mechanical lover. “I just need you so badly. Frag, you didn’t even overload this time! What kind of partner am I if I don’t have you all blissed out on my spike?!”

“Swerve,” you moaned feeling him start to properly thrust inside of you. “Swerve, it’s too much!”

“Do you want to stop?” Swerve asked trying to slow his thrusts but it was as if his pelvis had a mind of its own.

“N-no!” You cried out pushing your hips down onto his spike. “Please fuck me! Fuck me more!”

Swerve quickly shoved two of his digits into your mouth earning an unexpected choking sound from you. “Shhh!” Swerve chuckled before adjusting your shared positions with him sitting properly on the floor and you on his lap. “Do you want Magnus to come in here and give us a whole retelling of the health and safety code just to point out which ones we violated?”

You clenched around Swerve making his frame shiver and his plates rattle. “Don’t do that to me,” he groaned grabbing your hips so he could bounce you on his spike. “Don’t go getting into being watched while we fuck.”

You gripped his mechanical wrists as he freely bounced you on his spike as if you were nothing but a mere toy.

“A-are, frag, are you gonna let me use your ass?” Swerve moaned. “I bet you’re even tighter there.”

“Idneedmoahpreptime,” you mumbled through his digits.

“I’m that big, eh?” Swerve joked.

You went to roll your eyes at his comment but ended up rolling them back when he gave you a particularly sharp thrust as he pulled you back down onto his spike.

“Ha,” Swerve moaned. “Keep that face. You look so cute like that.”

You moaned sucking around his metal fingers. The way he moved his hips, rubbing every inch of his spike inside of you had you clenching around him like a vice. His spike pushed the muscles of your vaginal wall apart with every stroke.

“Come on, Sweet Spark,” Swerve groaned bouncing your spent body on his spike. “Cum on me again. Please, please cum on my spike!”

He slipped his digits out of your mouth and glided them down your body to your vulva. His chubby metal fingers worked your stiff clit in circles making you squirm and squeal out for him.

“Swerve! Please, oh god!” You wailed completely forgetting the bar patrons just on the other side of the wall.

“You’re so good! You feel so good,” Swerve moaned keeping a steady rhythm. “You’re so beautiful!”

You shivered feeling your orgasm hit you like a brick to the stomach. Your mouth hung open in an O as your legs twitched on their own.

“Like that,” Swerve said softly letting his rhythm falter so he could admire how your pleasure overcame your whole body. “You’re so pretty like that.”

You could feel Swerve’s previous loads squeeze out of you and around his spike before your muscles finally relaxed.