friend you can keep κ© .α
jazz x prowl x gn! human reader warnings: nsfw. buzzed sex.
"this what you wanted, wasn't it? attention? couldn't shut up and let us focus, could you?"
"relax, prowler - they're drooling. awww, wait a min', that's cute!"
is this a wet dream? it feels like a wet dream. there wasn't an oracle in the universe that could have predicted such an event - and it was fitting to classify as such, grandeur and overwhelming on so many levels you swear your eyes see nothing but fuzzy interference.
"p-p-prrowwwl, puh.. slow down!"
"slow dowwwn? slow down?" he's grinning, awful asshole. he rarely does, fanged smirk infuriating and itching to be clawed away.
still, your protests are corroded, lacking bite or want. that much is obvious otherwise you wouldn't be clutching so greedily round the law enforcer's waist, babbling praises and curses that make prowl want to take you by the throat.
whereas he takes and takes, jazz on the other hand, gives.
his smile is saccharine, pleased. you can still make out his expression, mesh lips cloying while they travel in the crook of your neck in determined, practiced trails. he is the sweet to prowl's sour, soothing lovebites where his partner's teeth once dug. he knows what places make you melt.
"y'know, you about the smoothest thing i've ever heard. ain't that something?" his door wings give a proud twitch when prowl tsks, careful to squeeze your cheeks. it may have taken some coaxing and prayer but he's relieved to feel you relax when his spike bumps against your leaking hole.
"cut it out, jazz. they were a brat. they don't deserve praise right now."
something akin to a wheeze bubbles from your lips. you call him dozens of insults he doesn't bother researching. they clearly can handle their drinks better than you could.
"prowl, they're about to take both of us, like a good little sparkslut. aren't ya, babe?" his digits interlock with the paler mech's, helm canted and before long, his simmering gaze is enough to ease some of the other's disgruntlement. unlike him however, he knows you're still fragile, slowly easing the tip of his spike and hissing quiet when it bumps against the ridges of prowl's.
prowl couldn't be torn from this even if the whole building set aflame.
"say it. say you'll be good and i bet ya he'll be nicer."
"i-iiiii... i'm good! i'm good, 'mgoodsogood, so good, jazz it's. not gonna fit, not gonna, how-"
more kisses. you, prowl, jazz, you again. you're in heaven and hell.
"slow. 'll take it slow with you. wanna feel that stretch."
naturally, jazz knows you'll secrete lubricant of your own, though the challenge of the pair inside was asking a lot. he also knew you were an over-achiever and had been eyeing them the entire assignment, with the lingering boldness of your own kind's vice still a whisper in your system.
"... thereee we go!"
pain is devoured by euphoria, grinding hauling to a pause as prowl remembers not to shatter your resolve entirely. you cum, hard, because your associates are huge.
jazz checks out how you creamed, far from bored from the lack of light pink that smears his spike. he flicks a glance to prowl, who looks a mixture of angry and very turned on. he can bet his battle computer is on the fritz which explains why he's practically steaming at the jaw.
"ain't this nice?"
"can it jazz, please. just.. j-just for now. frag."
there's an inside joke which you're left out of for now. you'll ask about it when their fluids aren't soaking your uniform.
"... another round, newbie?"
they swear you squeeze them a little harder.
robolvrr 2025.
a/n: so. eat up. i know there is barely ANY content of both of them and i don't know why because they would handle you SO WELL. i am unleashing my demons for now while the weekend lasts.
