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#Yall I'm still alive fksbxks
zenniet · 3 years
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Pretty please do a smut fic with Rung+Swerve. At first it's just tender gentle lovin with Rung whispering praise in his audio- but Swerve gets antsy-only when he begs Rung does the orange bot then plows his processor out while not phased and still praising our favourite little mech.
"So gorgeous," Rung hums, slender digits trailing down Swerve's plating and delighting in the gentle humming of charge beneath it. Swerve, on his servos and knee joints, couldn't help but whine as Rung's digits found his anterior node, tracing around it delicately. He gives a long, slow roll of his hips. "And taking my spike so well, too."
"C'mon, Rung, let me show you how well I can really take your spike." Swerve whined, trying to push his hips back into Rung's, but the other mech simply grabbed his hips and held him still. Swerve swore that Rung's been teasing him for hours now, and he was getting impatient. He knew that the mech was capable of making him scream, and really that's what he wanted more than anything in that moment.
"You want my spike? You have to use your words, I'm afraid." Rung remarked with a teasing chuckle. Swerve's cheeks grew hot and his processor stumbled over his words for a moment.
"I- I want- scrap, Rung just frag me, please!" He whined, his spike twitching beneath him and his valve giving a pitiful clench around Rung's spike.
"If you insist, love," And with that, Rung secured his grip on Swerve's hips and drove into him. Swerve's voice jumped an octave as Rung's spike was suddenly raking across all the sensors in his valve, slamming up into his ceiling node on every thrust, and Rung didn't even seem phased by the sudden change of pace.
Swerve cried out, one servo gripping at the berth while the other reached back towards Rung, who took that servo in his own.
"You're doing so well, your moans are so beautiful, your valve is so tight." Rung purred, leaning over Swerve's back so Swerve could feel the low tones of Rung's vocalizer in his audio receptor.
Between the praise and the spike inside him, it didn't take long st all to have Swerve wailing and clenching hard around Rung as he overloaded hard around his spike. His vocalizer and processor wavered, he could feel Rung's transfluid coating his channel.
He came down from his high to the feeling of Rung's digits petting over his frame, and the mech's voice still praising him.
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