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HOTSHOT X BLUR (& SMOKESCREEN) NOT-FIC

-you’re in a hallway, one of the ones that are further in, the one just outside the training room. You’re pressed against the wall, whining and writhing because behind you is blur, pounding into your valve roughly.

-he’s as much as you are bit loathe to admit it, very good at this. He found your interior node quickly, and knows just how to move to hit it every time.

-he’d say “you were talking with that big ego of your in there, hot shot, where’d it go?”

-you try to respond, wanting to make some sort of rebuttal for the sake of your dignity but he ruts into your valve, grinding against the nodes as he presses his digits over your exterior node. He laughs cruelly.

-he’d say, “this is what you wanted the whole time, huh. Picking a fight with me during training so I could put you in your place—“ he’d groan, stopping his movements to pant and move his digits over your node, “you’re just some pleasurebot.”

-with the break on your valve, you can finally speak, “no! i- uhn- im just tired of your attitude blur, thinking you’re too good for us—“

-blurr grunts angrily as he thrusts into you to cut you off, “you’re jealous,” he laughs, “you know im better. That’s why you opened your panels for me.”

-you try to push back at him, fight him for the taunt, but it shoots pleasure up your struts and you moan, wayyy louder than you intended.

-much louder, because you hear “hot shot” just around the corner. It causes you to panic, try to fight blurr off tell him to stop before smokescreen catches you two but

-”nuh uh,” blurr taunts as he pins you against the wall, slowly grinding into you, “you wanted this, hot shot. Let him see, see how much you want me.”

-”hot shot are you okay—?!” smokescreen freezes at the sight of you two, blurr hilted in your valve. At first glance, and you hope thats all he takes, it looks like you two are fighting.

-but blurr doesn’t leave it at that. He rests his helm on your shoulder, looking at smokescreen, as he says, “smokescreen, are we in your way? We could let you pass to the training room”. He sounds smugly conversational, but he slowly, deliberately pulls his spike out till tip is barely between your valve lips.

-”blurr, no,” you whimper. Only to moan as blurr pushes into you again, slowly and agonizingly. It only slightly makes you forget to fear smokescreen’s impending freak out. It does get rid of the desire to push blurr off. He hasn’t let you overload yet, and you need it so bad.

-”h-hot shot?! Blurr?!” smokescreen yelps when he seems to have caught up to the situation. Delayed, but he definitely processed whats happening now. “I—in the hallway?! Someone can see!” he starts to cover his eyes and back up.

-but blurr calls out to stop him. “maybe we wanted someone to see” blurr however, grabs your waist possessively. It makes you feel like he wants to keep you to himself, but thats just your delirious interface-addled brain. He’s only making a point. A point you disagree with!

-”no! We’ll get in trouble—if optimus sees us—“

-blurr presses his battle mask against the side of your helm, talking directly into your audial with a husky voice as he says, “I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? Our dear leader watching you get fragged stupid. Hoping he takes pity on you and takes you for a ride after me,” he cuts himself abruptly, stifling a moan as he grinds roughly against you.

-”i, fellas, I’m just going to leave,” smokescreen starts, taking note of how blurr was obviously excluding him.

-”c’mon, smokescreen look at him. He wants to be watched? He’s shareware, come take a look at him.”

-smokescreen looks dazed as he watches your face, but you can tell he’s checking in on you.

-frag it, if it means you get to overload. “smokescreen, you can stay, hnn,” and accidentally, you mumble a whiny “please”

-”good bot,” blurr whispers, taking that moment to pick up his pace.

-next to the two of you, a barely heard “frag” happens at the same time as the notable snk of an interface panel opening

-”you’re going to be a good bot for us, hot shot? Put on a show for your friend?” he doesn’t hold back his moan this time, “you’d put on a show for the others too, wouldn’t you? Red alert, scavenger, optimus, have everyone watch you moan for me.”

-you moan quietly, trying not to dwell on the fantasy. So instead you focus on slipping a servo between your legs, to fondle the node that blurr forget about in favor of holding you.

-blurr shoos your servo away and presses on your spike panel. It shoots a burst of pleasure throughout your body. “open up,” blurr grunts, not pressing harder to encourage you. You barely let him finish giving the order before your spike is out and pressurizing. Blurr hums and takes you in hand.

-the pleasure of having attention on both your valve and spike is almost mind numbing. You dazedly put your servo back and turn your helm to look at smokescreen, who is staring intently at your face. The look is so intense it makes you feel wanted in a way you haven’t felt for a while. The feelings are so intense you choose to break eye contact, roving your optics down to look at smokescreen’s spike.

-he’s thrusting slowly, but firmly, at a pace that you swear blurr is matching. You moan at that thought, delirious at the idea of what itd be like if smokescreen’s hand was on your spike instead of blurr.

-you want to chase that fantasy, but blurr chooses that moment to lean back and take his servo off your back so he could press into your transformation seams, which sends you into an intense overload. Your valve clenches tightly, making blurr feel impossibly better, causing you to shake as coolent wells in your eyes.

-blurr doesn’t stop fragging you into obvlivion over oblivion over oblivion, but he does slow down, let you catch up. When your optics stop flickering from a lingering overload, he hums, and grips your helm in the servo not attending to your spike. He pulls the two of you off the wall to make you face smokescreen head-on.

-”look at how much he enjoys your little show. He’ll overload soon, hot shot, watch.”

-smokescreen makes eye contact with blurr, and you feel the static of a comm happen between them and suddenly smokescreen is overloading, transfluid spilling out his spike in a dribbe, dripping onto the ground as he grunts.

-”good bots,” blurr moans, and picks up his pace, intent on finally taking his own pleasure. It’s even more maddening this time ‘round. You’re sensitive from your overload still, but still so hot. Finally, after what feels like too long, blurr holds you in place. Servo holding your neck possessively to pulls you towards him, he presses himself firmly against your aft overloads inside your valve. The feeling sends you into a mini-overload that isn’t as world-shattering as you previously had.

-all three of you are left panting in the hallway, vents working on overdrive to cool down.