[Transformers] Fingers
Title Fingers
Pairing Jazz/Carly
Summary If you want deep and meaningful plot, don’t look here.
Author’s Note Written for cazcatharsis ’s Smut Call. Didn’t quite turn out the way I expected. But hey! I get to strike one of my WIPs off my list. WOOHOO!
A person never knew how cold or warm their hands would be when an Autobot picked them up. It was almost like one could tell how much time they had to prepare for ‘people handling’, or even how much they might like the duty, or that person in particular.
A large finger stroked up her bare leg, warmed just for her sake. White lips touched her hair, and then grinned down when she tore her eyes away from the big finger between her legs.
Carly smiled back, but she couldn’t keep the small tremor from her lips. She rolled onto her side so she could reach up and caress his chin. She found it a little frustrating that she couldn’t meet his eyes, that blasted visor of his got in the way (but god was it so sexy on him.).
The finger continued its inexorable journey up until it rubbed against her most private junction.
She lifted her hips invitingly, feeling the beveled edge of his finger pressing in. It was probably as far as he could go.
Carly groaned in frustration, rubbing herself against the black fingertip with a simple rocking of her hips. The metal under her back banged inwards as the finger pushed against her.
That grin never left the mech’s lips. His middle finger swept out from where it had curled against his palm, to brush against her naked breast. The horned head tilted as the flesh jiggled, and the finger stroked the other breast into motion.
His lips brushed her hair again; “That’s kinda fun.”
She snorted, and whacked his finger. “Men and breasts, even with giant, alien robo-ngh!”
Her head rolled and she panted as the finger between her legs suddenly started vibrating like a giant dildo.
That thought made her choke again, but this time on laughter.
The middle finger pinged against her breast again, sending it into motion. “Care to share the joke, little lady?”
She looked up at his face and looked away immediately. She started laughing harder, and itonly got worse with every glance.
His grin widened as she laughed, and then tilted into bewilderment. “Carly?”
Carly covered her face, trying so hard to still her laughter. She peeked through her mess of hair at the blue visor looking down at her, and had to stifle another set of giggles. “I’m sorry, but, but!” She blinked tears from her eyes and her sides hurt so bad, but she still couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re a giant, walking, talking dildo, and I just…”
His head pulled away, and Jazz seemed to need a moment to contemplate that, his mouth twisting with his thoughts. “Well, this ain’t nothin’. Now Sideswipe, that mech can vibrate. After all, he’s got them pile drivers, bigger ‘n my fingers even!”
That left Carly laughing so hard, she almost rolled right off Jazz’s chest.
It really didn’t take that much for Jazz to bring her to climax from there.
Pairing Jazz/Carly
Summary If you want deep and meaningful plot, don’t look here.
Author’s Note Written for cazcatharsis ’s Smut Call. Didn’t quite turn out the way I expected. But hey! I get to strike one of my WIPs off my list. WOOHOO!
A person never knew how cold or warm their hands would be when an Autobot picked them up. It was almost like one could tell how much time they had to prepare for ‘people handling’, or even how much they might like the duty, or that person in particular.
A large finger stroked up her bare leg, warmed just for her sake. White lips touched her hair, and then grinned down when she tore her eyes away from the big finger between her legs.
Carly smiled back, but she couldn’t keep the small tremor from her lips. She rolled onto her side so she could reach up and caress his chin. She found it a little frustrating that she couldn’t meet his eyes, that blasted visor of his got in the way (but god was it so sexy on him.).
The finger continued its inexorable journey up until it rubbed against her most private junction.
She lifted her hips invitingly, feeling the beveled edge of his finger pressing in. It was probably as far as he could go.
Carly groaned in frustration, rubbing herself against the black fingertip with a simple rocking of her hips. The metal under her back banged inwards as the finger pushed against her.
That grin never left the mech’s lips. His middle finger swept out from where it had curled against his palm, to brush against her naked breast. The horned head tilted as the flesh jiggled, and the finger stroked the other breast into motion.
His lips brushed her hair again; “That’s kinda fun.”
She snorted, and whacked his finger. “Men and breasts, even with giant, alien robo-ngh!”
Her head rolled and she panted as the finger between her legs suddenly started vibrating like a giant dildo.
That thought made her choke again, but this time on laughter.
The middle finger pinged against her breast again, sending it into motion. “Care to share the joke, little lady?”
She looked up at his face and looked away immediately. She started laughing harder, and itonly got worse with every glance.
His grin widened as she laughed, and then tilted into bewilderment. “Carly?”
Carly covered her face, trying so hard to still her laughter. She peeked through her mess of hair at the blue visor looking down at her, and had to stifle another set of giggles. “I’m sorry, but, but!” She blinked tears from her eyes and her sides hurt so bad, but she still couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re a giant, walking, talking dildo, and I just…”
His head pulled away, and Jazz seemed to need a moment to contemplate that, his mouth twisting with his thoughts. “Well, this ain’t nothin’. Now Sideswipe, that mech can vibrate. After all, he’s got them pile drivers, bigger ‘n my fingers even!”
That left Carly laughing so hard, she almost rolled right off Jazz’s chest.
It really didn’t take that much for Jazz to bring her to climax from there.