"Kup, please! Oh, frag- we'll get caught," Your hips repeatedly meet his with fervor, an involuntary and erratic pace despite your pleading. Your sweetspark ignores your whining, back flush to a dirty and scuffed ship wall while one of his strong legs holds your hips firm to his own. With how rapidly he fucks himself on your spike, it's more like he's fucking himself and using you as little more than a tool.
"If you're not begging to overload in me, I don't wanna hear it," Kup grunts, brow pinched like he's aiming at a rapidly moving target, digits twitching around the scruff of your neck. You don't dare disobey, almost unable to, your spike working in and out of his dripping valve at a pace sure to leave paint transfers all over the both of you. You both must look quite the sight, venting and heaving and touching all over each other.
You know they'll be done soon, back from making one last trip around the Decepticon cruiser. You'd much rather not be caught fragging your commander in a gunfire-singed hallway. In fact, you've been caught more times than you would like. At this rate, the Wreckers may forcibly separate you two just for their own sanity. It's on you at this point, unable to resist just how hot and tight Kup's valve is. The way he always ends up fucking himself on your spike is overwhelming and usually too tempting to object.
"Kup, we've- Oh, Primus!" Springer, frequent victim of your passionate quickies, makes a show of covering his optics and moving back around the corner. Someone whistles and hollers, more for the responding laughter than for the idea of seeing you frag Kup. "At least wait till you're in private!"
Kup was nowhere near being inexperienced in fragging, You on the other hand were, you knew what interfacing was and how the valves and spikes worked. You just never found the time to really experiment with your frame or to enjoy a good fragging during the war. You were an intel bot, meaning you were always too busy to frag away the stress.
Until now.
Kup had you leaning back against his chassis with his digits spreading your valve open. You make small noises of pleasure, whining and gasping as his skilled digits reach depths you've never bothered to explore. He twists his wrist in a way that has him brushing nodes that make you cry out at the feeling. He chuckles from behind you as a puff of his cigar is huffed into your face. Your optics flicker and dim in a hazed glow as his digits start to bring you closer and closer until it snaps!
You overload with a loud shout of pleasure and your thighs shake as he helps you ride out your overload. Your walls clamp and ripple while your back strut arches off of his chassis, his gaze is lustful and calculated. He keeps watch of your expressions and the way you wiggle and shake in his lap.
Once your overload has passed he carefully removes his digits, a string of fluid connecting your valve and his digits before it breaks. He offers you his digits, wanting you to clean them off for him. "Be a good bot and clean them off for me."
You don't need to be told twice. You open your intake and take his digits, his two digits fill your intake and make you gag slightly as he accidentally jams them in a little too far. A small apology is muttered before he readjusts his servo to allow you to suck in his digits without discomfort.
"Atta boy/girl~ We still have a few more rounds before I am fully finished with you." He chuckles as a sudden mass is pushed inside of your valve. You cry out around his digits, the noise you make is muffled as his spike hilts as far as it can go making your optics glitch and brighten as your lust spikes.
Buddy and Verity were both doing trust falls in the Wreckers temporary base on Earth. The two humans were bored and had decided to play the game to pass the time. The Wreckers where just watching afar with some amusement, some just watching out of pure boredom.
“What do you think they are doing?”--Ironfist
“Don’t know maybe some Earth exercise.”--Rotorstorm
“Maybe.”--Ironfist
It had been a quiet couple of days. Just relaxing… but it also made some of the members a bit antsy.
“Guess it’s going to be another uneventful day huh.”--Springer
“Not that you’re complaining right kid?”--Kup
"Not that I'm complaining."--Springer
Buddy heard this and took it as a challenge.
The pair of humans eventually stopped doing the falls and start doing truth or dare. Then the Dare came up.
“Hey Buddy. I dare you to make Springer’s day. Do you accept that dare?”--Verity
“I accept.”--Buddy
“Alright then I hope to see it by the end of the day or something. I need the bathroom, hold the game.”--Verity
Buddy took it as a challenge. As soon as Verity had left, the time had come to execute their plan.
They began to climb the Cybertronian sized shelves on the other side of the room. The other Wreckers just watched, and wondered what their little human was doing now. But they soon lost interest after watching Buddy struggle to get on the first shelf.
Springer, Kup, and Impactor did glance over to see Buddy struggling to get on the first shelf but brushed it aside and continued talking amongst themselves.
Buddy’s arms and legs are starting to get tired from the strain being put on them, but they have come too far to go back now.
Verity came back and Buddy was nearing the top of the shelves. How did they get there that fast? They don’t know. Maybe it was sheer determination or stupidity, the world will never know. They were now a good two heads higher than Springer, but there was still some more to go.
Verity looks around for her friend but doesn’t see them in their usual spot. She goes looking around the Wreckers hoping to find Buddy. She doesn’t and it’s starting to worry her.
“Hey Springer.”--Verity
“Oh, Verity. Do you need something?”--Springer
“Yeah, where did Buddy go? Did you see them go somewhere?”--Verity
“Oh they were just by the shelves over—wait they’re not there anymore.”--Springer
“What!”--Verity
“What’s going on?”--Impactor
“Have you seen Buddy?”--Springer
“They aren’t by the shelves?”--Kup
“No.”--Springer
“Alright everyone listen up! Has anyone seen Buddy?”--Kup
Buddy whistles loudly getting the Wrecker’s attention. They had reached the top of the shelf.
Did they feel proud? Absolutely.
Did they feel like dying? Absolutely.
Was this going to be worth it? They were about to find out. They were now taller than everyone in the room by a good couple of feet.
“As impressive as this is. How do you plan on getting down Buddy? You’re a bit far from the ground. Might want to start climbing down.—Impactor
“…3…”--Buddy
“Wait why are you counting?”--Springer
“…2...”
“Buddy I swear if your going to do what I think your about to do—”--Verity
“TRUSTFALL!”—Buddy
“BUDDY!”--Verity
“Scrap! Grab them!”—Springer
Buddy launches themselves off the shelves. Verity is screaming as the bots try to get to the shelves to catch Buddy. Springer is the quickest and catches Buddy… as his teammates break their fall.
Buddy gets put in the timeout corner, but they don’t regret anything.
“I hope you learned your lesson, Buddy.”--Springer
Kup taking one look at a stresses out Optimus and going "ya...he needs a good frag" and proceeds to Dom and spike the Prime into a sobbing mess.
oughh Kup
He's perfect at de-stressing through pleasure, Optimus can barely walk once he's done fragging him. Least he's so tired he's forgotten what he's stressed about, Kup's good at that
I want to be railed by that old bastard Kup. Cheers 🥂
Is it punishment for being stupid and headstrong? Is it a reward for being determined and courageous? With how Kup fucks you, it must be the former, but, then again, he’s never punished you in such a maddening and torturous way. The old mech fucks you like he hates you, bearing down with all his weight until you’re sure the paint transfers are atrocious. Your paint mixed with his worn gray-green. Yuck. You rock yourself back onto his spike to ensure he doesn’t stop for a moment.
Maybe he’s just a perverted old bot. So loud and proud about all he’s done and will continue to do, always going on about respecting those who know more than you, but really he’s looking to get his spike wet with any of the young mechs he criticizes daily. You almost voice as much, lean into the teasing lilt you use on just him, but then he might stop and actually punish you. Nothing is worse than doing push-ups with a charged up array.
Maybe… Maybe he actually likes you. The thought makes your spark clench and your node throb with charge. Maybe he likes that you tease him, disrespect him, stick your nose into his business in the way he only lets you do. Kup groans your designation into the back of your neck armor, not once stopping or letting up. Even when he’s fucking your hips right into the berth, knees long buckled under your combined weight, Kup doesn’t relent.
You’re going to take this as a sign to keep doing what you’ve always done, as long as it means Kup drags you back into his berth.
Prowl you think you're slink here!? Reading this with knowledge of what happens in the future is fun, even though I don't think they planned for Springer and Prowl to be basically father and son since the beginning.