Jazz x Mech reader (Toy + Multiple overloads) Pt. 2
@the-little-hermit-that-could (hope I grabbed the right user) Gave some good ideas for a part two! @tanderhasthoughts tagging you so you can have this one too lol
This time, when you pull out the new toy, Jazz doesn't look the slightest bit nervous. He looks excited, plating giving a shiver and fans notching higher as you give him that familiar smile.
His excitement earns him a quick, deep kiss, eating up his desperate engine rev with a teasing bite on his lower derma. You pull away, just enough to lean in and nip at his audial, and whisper your command.
“On the Berth, helm down, aft up.”
Jazz takes only a moment to process the glyphs before he's scrambling up and presenting himself just as he was told. With the way his wheels are spinning and armour is shivering, you're honestly surprised he hasn't popped his panels yet.
Crouching down before the Berth, you give his panels a big, sloppy lick, just to hear him gasp. A quick tap to his spike panel is the only prompting he needs to open up, spike slipping free before you can even tease his sheath. It's already hard and bobbing, occasionally gaining enough momentum to twitch up and slap it's tip against his abdominal plating. It only takes a moment to wrangle it long enough to slip the silicone ring of the toy over the head.
A quick nibble to an aft plate and access is granted to his valve, already beginning to slick with lubricants that will soon be flowing with excess. This is proven when a quick lick only results in double the lubricant.
Rather than pull away to speak, you poke at Jazz with your field to check for permission, busying your glossia with lazily licking at his folds.
Jazz’s field barrels into you like a train alt, smothering you with hot excitement and need, and causing your own fans to kick into gear.
Smothering your face into his valve to cover your own engine rev, you press the control to turn the vibrator on to it's lowest setting and revel in the low moan you receive. Jazz's valve visibly clenches in response to the spike stimulation, calipers fluttering around nothing. His spike bounces more readily now, a string of transfluid tying the tip to his abdominal armour from where it's managed to touch from an occasionally strong twitch.
Turning the toy to the middle setting, you spread his valve lips with your digits, watching as it only clenches harder, outer node flushed and throbbing in the cool air. Lubricant is flowing freely now, smeared across both your face plates and his inner thighs, and forming a thick string where it tries to escape downwards. You lick up the string and give his valve a single good swipe of your glossia before standing up.
At the sound of your panels retracting, Jazz claws at the Berth, voice filled with static as he tries not to sound as desperate as he looks.
“Com’on mech, ngh- Give it to me!”
You spread his valve once more and ever so slowly press inside, stopping once the head of your spike pops in to pull back out and repeat, fragging him on only the tip. His calipers pulse, tightening each time you pull away, trying to suck you back in deeper. The mech below you babbles in his pleads, trying to appease you as if he's being punished by Primus himself.
Just as he goes to open his intake and try something more desperate, you turn the toy to its highest setting and shove yourself to the hilt in his valve. Jazz squeals and overloads HARD around you. His calipers clench and pulse, milking your stationary spike as he rides out what may very well be the longest overload of his life. It's through sheer willpower that you resist bucking further into the tightness, venting hard and leaning over him as you drink in the bliss.
Jazz's blissed moans quickly turn into confused whines when the toy only continues at its highest setting, buzzing against his softening spike and preventing it from slipping back into his sheath. He squirms, gasping when your servos come down to pin his against the Berth and you grind your spike deeper into his hypersensitive valve.
“S-sweetspark?-”
“Be good, we're not done yet.”
Your command seems to spur him on again, his spike slowly rehardening as you continue to grind against his deepest nodes, bullying yourself as deep as you can go and putting delicious pressure against the surface nodes at his entrance. The constant pressure against his entrance is a big weak spot for him, and he pushes back into it as much as he can as his charge starts to rapidly build once more.
His vents hiccup roughly when you reach down to fondle his spike, giving it gentle squeezes as you nibble at his spinal plating. His visor is so bright that it lights up the area around you despite half his helm being shoved into the Berth currently.
Jazz's charge crests embarrassingly quick, tumbling over the edge with a yelp and quivering thigh plates. He's also quicker to fall into overstimulation, babbling and sobbing out pleas as the toy continues its assault on his weeping spike. His valve clenches and pulses hard and constantly, reflecting just how overwhelmed he is, and drawing a deep moan from you.
“One more.”
It's impossible to act like you're not affected anymore, not when your partner is crying so sweetly, nor when said partner's valve is trying to strangle your spike like you owe it lunch money.
Growling, you finally build up into actual thrusts, causing excess transfluid to splash outward with each slap as your plating meets soaked mesh. Your spike glides easily in all the slick, only impeded by restrictive calipers and a squirming partner. Your own groaning moans are completely drowned out by Jazz's hysterics, only growing louder as he's forced to build charge once more.
Groping around blindly, you manage to grab at Jazz's leaking, half hard spike, and fondle the likely concerningly flushed tip to the tune of his sobs. Your servo moves quickly to glide down to his node as your charge starts to crest, pinching and tugging like you would a spike.
Jazz arches and wails, plating sparking as he overloads a third time, calipers cinching down and forcing you along for the ride. You have just enough mind to turn the toy off and gently frag you both through it on your own.
Coming down slowly, you ever so carefully curl forward over Jazz, nuzzling into his neck cables and listening to his sniffles as his sobs ease into exhaustion.
“Feel better?”
The nod you receive earns the mech a loving helm kiss and much more cuddles.
Pt. 1
