#skywedge

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OKAY BUT @pastelpaperplanes MADE THIS FOR ME, AND I FLIPPED FUCK SHIT BECAUSE THEY'RE GORGEOUS. AND IN CASE YOU GUYS WERE WONDERING, SKYBYTE IS HOLDING THIS SHIT;

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Please just anything with skybyte being undone and getting desperate? I love your writing (and also you're kinda making me fall for the shark)

WHICH HE DESERVES- (And I’m making him with Wedge. I’m still not over them)

Skybyte liked to think of himself as big, and mighty. He liked to think that he called his own shots, that he was on the top of the foodchain. Though, it was hard to keep that mentality as a cute little autobot was holding you down, and grinding roughly against you. This was the first time he had been invited to Wedge’s own berth, and he was not disapointing him. Skybyte was gripping at the edge of the sheets, nearly shaking at the stimulation he was betting. Wedge was hugging his leg tightly, grinding his spike against him, but refusing to finally slip inside. He was a wet, eager mess, and he just wanted Wedge to FINALLY help him. It didn’t help that Wedge was smirking down at him the whole time, knowing that the shark was submissive to HIM.

“Aw come on, Sky-tights, what happened to my big bad shark? Thought you were going to show me how it was done?”

He talked so big for a little autobot. Wedge took his silence as defeat, and chuckled.

“I can make you beg for it, if that’s what you’re into.”

Wedge popped open his spike panel, and stroked at both of the spikes in his hands. His hand was so calloused and forceful, Skybyte couldn’t fathom it. He knew he liked to be manhandled, and Wedge was having no problem with that.

“W-wedge come on, please...”

His whines were pitiful, and that seemed to be just what he wanted. He shook his helm, steal teasing him with the thought of an overload.

“Come on. You’re a big bad shark. You can say ‘Please fuck me, Wedge’. Go on.”

Skybyte snarled in humiliation, but he had a point. He was unraveling him like thread, and Skybyte had no means to defend himself. Swallowing his pride, he forced himself to speak up.

“P...Please fuck me, Wedge.”

Wedge snickered, and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“Okay, sure. When I’m ready.”

Skybyte whined as the grip on his leg grew tighter, and he felt the throbbing spike run against his poor, poor folds. He covered his face, dying from humiliation. He hated how he loved him so.

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I had to get em'... #FlyKicks #PUMA #SneakerHead #Fashion #ShoeGame #ShoePorn #SkyWedge