Transformers Smut

{Chase x Femme!Reader} Truth or dare

I'm biased
Bonus ship: Heatwave x Blades

  To be precise, drunk truth or dare.

  It wasn't a difficult wait, since Cody always had a strict bedtime. Kade was out overnight with Hayley, while Dani's been knocked out since evening patrol with Blades.

  A few shots of high grade later, Blades was out before even playing the game. All that was left were you, Heatwave, Chase and Boulder.

  "Maybe he can join next time," you chuckled. "He's too innocent to play."

  "Pfft, trust me, he only acts innocent," Heatwave scoffed.

  "So he's more interesting in bed huh?" Boulder hiccuped. Heatwave blushed in response before glaring at the mech.

  Your gaze locked onto Chase, whose face was slightly blue but his optics showed that he was most definitely on guard. His posture wasn't as straight as his usual, and you find yourself glancing at his perfect body as he put his arms behind to support himself.

  His distinct blue chassis glowed, and glancing down the window pane to his lower chassis, he was beautifully sculpted. Artistic curves labelled him as fuck material. His body seemed to be heating up as he moved slightly, his panel slowly steaming...

  You hiccuped, catching yourself off guard. Heatwave chuckled. "Are we gonna deal with another weakling?"

  "No," you insisted. "I'm fine."

  "Sureee," Heatwave snorted. He knew that you were going to go down badly.

  Boulder smacked on the bottle, making it spin and land on Heatwave. The firebot was a daredevil; everyone knew about it. It wasn't unexpected when he chose dare and ended up with recording himself moaning to send it to Blades. It wasn't torturous for him, but it sure would be for Blades when he wakes up.

  Heatwave gently spun the bottle, smirking as if he knew just where it would end up landing.

  "Truth or dare, (Y/N)?"

  You gulped. For one, your guts told you to stick to truth. On the other hand, you really want to see what dare you get...

  "Dare," you hiccuped.

  "Make out with Chase for five minutes."

  Shit. You can't do this while half sober.

  "Hold on," you snatched a bigger can of high grade and chugged the whole thing. The hiccups got worse, but you were drunk enough to not care. Chase wore a shocked look, slightly terrified that the high grade would be too much for you to handle.

  "This will be a while~" you purred, placing a servo on his chassis already before shoving him down to the ground. You put yourself on top of him, sitting nearby his panel and licking your dermas. Chase's face was turning blue, but for a moment the light shone on his dermas, where you spotted his light drooling.

  He's enjoying it.

  You slowly lowered down, your dermas nearly touching his. His optics were dilating with interest. He groaned lightly as you carefully adjusted your position. Both of your hot breaths twisted with each other, significantly increasing the heat between you both.

  Carefully, your dermas rest on his. The five-minute countdown began.

  One of your servos gracefully traced about his side, making him jerk lightly in surprise. The lines and curves you were observing so closely a while ago are just below you, ready for your entertainment. It was so easy to have him settle down and stop moving. He slowly sat up and placed a servo behind your back, careful that you don't fall. He began to become aggressive, shoving his glossa into your intake as he tasted your intake. You groaned loudly, not caring who had heard.

  Both yours and his dentae clacked together, making you gasp. His servos find your waist to grab and hold. He suddenly moved away, breaking the kiss that you so craved. You whimpered for him to continue. He smiled with his Spark beating faster than before, knowing what he was going to do.

  He gently kissed your neck, sending shivers down your back. You resist the urge to call out for him, to arouse him more like the needy slut you are. He continued to kiss around your neck, finding so much of spots that you don't even know existed. You felt something sharp digging in to one of the spots, causing you to shout. He made the spot bleed from the artistic mark he just made. Coldness drip down from your neck. His digit applied small pressure on it to prevent making a mess. His luscious dermas found yours again, and this time he tasted like sweet Energon.

  Five minutes later, Heatwave pulled the both of you part. "Finish it off after this game," he chuckled. You shot him a glare and huffed, but Chase pulled you in for another kiss. Heatwave was highly amused.

  "Go get a room and fuck," Boulder commented. He was definitely drunk beyond his limitations. Though, it's surprising that he hasn't fainted yet.

  "How about you go get a room and fuck with non-existent air, bitch," you spat.

  "Okay that's enough," Heatwave sighed. "Chase, get your femme together."

  "We will continue after this," Chase whispered to you before giving you a wink.

A/N:
Hehehaha Spy x Family reference