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what about some kup x springer? that old geezer needs to be plowed hard and good!! :3c
Ayyye I got you king, you fuckin' got it.
Kup has been around the block. He's seen monsters big and small, been in the coldest climates and under the most scaliding suns. But not ONCE has he seen such bullshit. He was in charge of making sure the new wrecker wannabes did their daily trainings, and of course, once mech had to ruin it for the rest of them.
And that mech was Springer. Kup had to head out to check on something (on request of Ultra Magnus), and instead of doing rounds, he caught his team looking at dirty magazines. Now don't get Kup wrong, he knew what was on a young mechs processor, and it was plenty healthy. When they were on their own time.
"But when it's distracting the rest of the team, that's when it is a problem. This is what you save for the barracks, kid."
Someone had snitched, revealing that they belonged to Springer. The hot shot triple changer who was easy on the optics, hard on the processor. It was why he was in his office, uninterested as Kup scolded him. Springer shrugged.
"What? You were gone, we were bored. And these are new! It's just mechs having fun."
"Training first, playtime later."
"Wow, prude much?"
"I don't give a scrap if you all have an orgy back there, I really don't. I need you-"
Springer threw his hands up, as if in disbelief.
"As if you give us enough time to HAVE an orgy back there. I think you're just so bitter that YOU don't get laid, you're spikeblocking the rest of us!"
Kup had to take a second to absorb all this bullshit. He pulled a cygar from his desk, lit it, then took a long inhale. There was no common sense in this kid, no reasoning with him. He exhaled slowly, letting the smoke fill the immediate area.
"Alright. Alright. You wanna play this game, do ya kid? We'll play that game. You get to be transferred to Ultra Magnus-"
"His unit SUCKS! Kup come on, you're blowing this out of proportion!"
Kup scoffed. He knew kid was gonna play hard ball. He picked up the magazine, using it to lightly smack Springer on his forehead.
"Alright. Then ya aft gonna face some punishment."
He made him get up, and handed him the magazine in question. Springer looked confused as Kup laid his body on the desk.
"What...am I supposed to do?"
"Manual labor. And you are NOT gonna stop until I say so."
Springer had more questions, obviously, until Kup spread his legs, and popped open his valve panel. Kup thought this was a bad idea, as it might ruin his reputation, but when he felt Springer ran his hand up his back, Kup knew he'd definitely have worst ideas.
"I knew you were in need of a spike, but damn going so far as to take advantage of a lil' recruit? For shame, sir."
Kup felt him lean over and place that magazine in front of them, showing a rather lewd imagine of a fem, huge chasis, playing with her valve folds. Right, bisexual. More chances for this young mech to act like a turbo fox in heat. With his hands free, he held onto Kup's hips, grinding his panel against his aft. Kup laid there, letting him get a good feel for his frame, while he took another inhale of his cygar.
"Because I leave this kinda punishment for morons like you. Trust me, it's not easy as-"
He was silenced when he felt that spike rub against him. Springer was stupid, sure, but he was right about one thing; Kup REALLY needed a nice spike. And from the size that he felt pressed against him, he was about to get just that.
"Sir, with all due respect, shut up."
Maybe it was because Kup had been looking through the magazines earlier. Maybe it was because he was excited by the idea of a young, fit stud fucking him. Either way, his valve was wet enough for Springer to push himself in effortlessly. Springer seemed to like the somewhat tight fit, given the chuckle that escaped his throat. Springer moved himself back and forth, not to be nice, but because he wanted to get a nice feel for his new valve.
"Good fit, eh?"
Springer leaned over Kup, swiping the cygar from his lips, smirking as he held it in his teeth.
"Not bad, definitely not bad. Gonna feel better once I get you whimpering though, old man."
Springer leaned himself back up, slowly pushing himself back and forth, as if the motion was foreign to him. Just when Kup was about to complain, Springer finally picked things up a bit, grabbing his hips firmly to push and pull Kup onto his spike. Kup groaned in relief. This was more fucking like it.
"Was starting to think you were scared of hurtin' me there, kid."
"Pfft. Hurting YOU? You're like an old bridge. You can take a lot more pressure."
Kup was about to bark at him for calling him old, when he slammed himself fully inside, making Kup stiffen on the spot. Springer laughed, removing the cygar from his mouth in order to blow smoke in Kup's direction. Kup turned to look at that stupid, smug smile of his. Kid was so cocksure, it was precious.
"That right? Well, go ahead, see how much pressure I CAN take."
"As you command, sir."
He gave him a mock salute, and after putting the smoke back into his teeth, he dug his servos into his hips again, and started to move, properly. As in, he started to plow right into his valve, metal clanking against metal, fluids cascading from their legs and onto the floor. Kup was loving it, reaching one hand down to rub at his little node. Oh it had been ages since he had a young, strong stud to fuck his valve.
"Don't hear ya talkin' slag back there, kid."
What he WAS hearing was Springer panting behind him, exhaling smoke as if he were a freight train. Poor guy wasn't used to handling having a seasoned pussy to pound, and he was making it pretty fucking obvious.
"S-shut up. Primus shut up."
"Aw, am I too much for ya to handle? You like fragging this 'old bridge'? You wanna overload in me? Well,"
He stood up, pressing his back to the other's chest, and stole his cygar from his mouth.
"You overload, right inside of me."
Then he pressed his lips against his. Kup bought good smokes, but something about the way they came from a young mechs lips- made them taste even better. Springer grabbed onto Kup's massive thighs, and overloaded. Kup let himself be filled with overload, before he pushed Springer's lips away, even being sweet enough to wipe the drool free from his lip. Springer chuckled, patting his thighs.
"Slag old man...you ain't have bad. This was fun."
"Was? Kid, you're kiddin'. We're just starting."
Kup reached behind him, grabbed Springer's legs, and pulled. It sent Springer to the floor, right on his back. Then Kup helped himself to round two, sitting down right on that spike, and starting to bounce on him. Springer was writhing on the floor, trying to grab anything in hopes to have something to grip on.
"FUCK OLD MAN!-"
Springer wasn't handling his spike being abused like this. And primus was it cute. Kup groaned loudly in content, and a puff of smoke somehow only made it better. He didn't even bother looking behind him. Not yet.
"Aw, what's wrong? Thought I was just an old mech who needed some spike? Thought YOU were the young mech to give it to me, eh?"
"Y-you're going f-fast-"
Oh Springer's hips kept bucking against him, more out of reflex than his actual want for more stimulation. Was it a bit much for the mech? Sure, but Kup didn't care. Not when it felt SO good in his soaked, soiled valve.
"That's it. Twitch in me. Gimme another load, same you'd do for your little magazine gal."
Springer finally acted like a proper solider, and obeyed. His hips bucked up, and he overloaded yet again. Kup swore his optics rolled to the back of his head as he finally got his own overload. Oh his valve ached. And he wanted more. He spun around on his spike, hand pressed on Springer's hot chest. Poor Springer.
Drooling, steaming, absolutely soaked in condensation. His optics looked hazy, his mouth agape as he panted.
"S-shit Kup. I'm...I can't do anymore. Primus say we're done. Please."
"Not a chance. This is your punishment kid. You ain't leavin' till you've learned your lesson. And you know me,"
He pulled himself off his spike, only to SLAM himself back down, making Springer toss his helm back as he cried out. Kup tried not to chuckle, but he just couldn’t help himself.
"I'm a through teacher~"
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harryxmac · 5 years ago
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Horny and Hungover
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warnings: SMUT
in which, harry and you wake up new years day, horny and hungover
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Your eyes fluttered opened, you had to blink a couple of times to get rid of the blur that coated your eyes. The van above Harry’s bed spun too quick for your head to comprehend. It ticked ever so few seconds, which bugged the life out of you.
As you watched the fan, you suddenly became way more aware of your current state. Your sweaty body, the pounding headache, fuzzy tongue and the ache without even moving. 
As you watched the fan tick along, you felt your head become heavier. You moaned in frustration.
“Darling? I think I’m dying” The man beside you speaks. You tilt your head to catch a glimpse of the body.
You knew who it was, surprised you had both made it up to bed together rather than being scattered across the house made you giggle a little. Harry’s tanned, tattooed torso sat idle in the sheets, the sheets barley leaving him decent. 
“You aren’t dying”
Memories of the night before, flooded your mind. Singing with Harry’s and yours friends, counting down the seconds until you entered a new decade and the drink, oh the drink that entered your body. 
You remember on top of his breakfast bar, standing and screaming at his friends and family as his shakes a bottle of Dom just seconds before midnight. 
You were elated to say the least last night, but remember Anne shaking her head whilst laughing at her normally conservative son. 
Harry was too buzzed to care, trying to get everyone to join him on the breakfast bar, but no one would, which left Harry pouting and looking at you. For he knew that no matter how crazy or docile he was, you’d support him. His crazy was yours, and his calm was yours. Visa versa.
Being on top of the breakfast bar, screaming ‘Happy New Year!’ as Harry pours the champagne worth £ 500 in your mouth.
“Nope, I’m definitely dying, the world won’t stop spinning”
“That’s the fan”
“Oh, yeah”
You giggle at your boyfriends stupidness. But nevertheless, can't help but turn your body to face him.
Granted, right now, after the night you guys have had, you both look a little disheveled. But, you can’t help but still find your boyfriend absolutely gorgeous.
“Can’t believe I drank that much” You sighed.
Harry turns his head to look at you, smiling his pearly whites to you. He raises an eyebrow, almost to mock you.
“What! Totally didn’t intend to” You smiled.
Harry stares back at the ceiling to admire his fan once more.
“Surprised we didn’t end up shagging, you’re always up for a shag after a few drinks” He smiles.
Harry moves down to adjust his cock a little under the thin sheets.
Its true, it's been known that the two of you always end up a little horny after a few drinks. Like the time you shagged in Nick’s upstairs bathroom because too many glasses of wine later and you were  both making love heart eyes at one another.
Or the time at Anne’s, when you’d gone there for a BBQ with full intentions to come home and snuggle under Harry’s bed sheets. But, Harry ended up having too many beers to drive, so you opted to say at his Mum’s. However, Drunk Harry meant Horny Harry. Which ended up you being pounded into his old childhood bed.
But, yet, this New Years Eve, you ended up in bed, like normal people.
“We could have had a shag, I don’t remember anything after the breakfast bar” You suggested.
Harry pauses for a moment, almost like he's trying to gather information of last night's events to see if any of them left you two in bed hot and sweaty and begging for one another, they didn’t.
“Definitely wouldve’ remembered shagging yeh.” He concludes.
You notice Harry begins to grow a little uncomfortable under the sheets, a prominent dick tenting at his expensive sheets.
You reach your hand to go under the sheets, only to move it across to come into contact with his cock, holding it in your hand, you feel the heaviness of it sinking into your hand.
Harry hisses at the touch, yearning for you to do a little something now that you’re here.
“Babe” He breathes.
You watch his facial features as his face tenses when you move slightly, or how he bites his lip a little too tight when you rub your thumb over his tip.
“Maybe we should reimburse ourselves, you know.” You suggest, Harry’s nodding before you can even finish your sentence. 
You raise yourself a little, to move onto his legs, to perch their comfortably. You head spins a little, but you are sure that you’ll be fine once you see Harry putty beneath you. 
You sit on his right thigh, rubbing your naked sex along his thigh, just to give him an idea of how wet he makes you.
Harry’s eyes bulge as your slick pussy grinds itself down on his toned thigh. With his cock still in your hands as you repeatedly stroke, he feels as though he might just explode. 
“You like that?” You whisper. Harry nods.
You feel yourself catching your clit as you grind down on him, moving just right so you keep rubbing it against his thigh, right over his tiger tattoo that you always make sure he knows you love.
“Fuck, blimin’ ‘ell” You groans.
“Harry” You groan.
Harry knows what you’re asking. He knows you need a little help to get you where he is at, at his state of pure bliss.But, the selfish part of him wants you to carry on, but he needs to fuck you.
He taps your hip lightly to signal you to lie back down, and you do so.
His cock springs up to his tummy when you let go to move, and the feeling makes him tense, he’s not sure if its the loss of contact or how fast it sprung up.
He moves to tower over you, you’re naked. Deliciously naked and Harry knows that if he wasn’t moments away from cumming on you (in you he hopes) that he would take each sweet moment of the new day in the decade to kiss every inch of your skin so he can say that your decade started by you being worshipped.
But, this isn’t the time for that. He can’t think about how sweet your neck would taste as he suckles on that spot, or how could your perfume is that's lingered on your skin nor can he think about how you take sharp breathes in when he kisses down the valley of your breasts slowly until he comes face to face with your beautiful mound.
No. He needs to fuck you. Fuck you hard and fast so that depsite the fact he can’t worship every inch of your skin, he can bliming well fuck you well at the start of the decade.
Now you are the one that's putty. Underneath him you can’t think about anything but him. He consumes you. 
Harry holds his cock in his hands, tugging himself a little, to poke his red head at your entrance, trying to see if you are wet enough. Sure, his thigh was dripping with your arousal, but he likes to get his tip ready too.
Slowly he steps in your tight pussy, ensuring to go so slow just to wind you up. He knows he has succeeded when you grab hold of his shoulders tighter, drawing him closer. 
“Harry” You moan.
Harry’s in another world to even consider giving you what you want. He knows that teasing you is the easiest way to make you cum. Because by the time that he’s pounding into you, you’ve thought about him doing so for such time that you’re already close.
Harry begins to thrust, moving his hips at the most perfect pace for you both. He moves his hand down from beside your head to touch your clit a little. Slow circular motions mixed with the way he’s quickly pounding into your.
You feel yourself sinking lower and lower into bed and he pounds faster and harder each time.
“My heads fucking spinning and I can’t tell if its my hangover or the fact that this feels so fucking good” He moans. 
You laugh momentarily before the feeling of his thick big cock inside your pussy consumes your every thought. 
“Yes Harry” You moan, feeling yourself coming closer.
“Wanna come for your Harry?”
“My Harry?”
“Your Harry, always baby”
“Harder”
Harry gives his every effort with the last few minutes promising with each thrust you make you cum.
And, with every fibre in your body exploding you cum. The euphoric state takes over every inch of your body. Harry’s still moving inside you, trying to reach his own bliss, and sure enough, seeing you all fucked out against the bed, he cums minutes after.
“Fuck” Harry says. 
He’s still in you and he doesn’t want to move. The feeling all over his body is tingling and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before with anyone.
“Harry you need to move, I need to pee” You say, Harry groans in frustration. If he had it his way, he’d stay in you all day, keeping his cock nice and warm.
But, slowly he moves out of you, his eyes tightly shut because it feels so good, even moving his cock out of you.
He watches you lift from the bed, being a little wobbly on your legs as you walk to his en-suite. Harry lays back, moving the covers over him again. 
He stares at the ceiling, that ticking noise becoming annoying now that Y/N’s mentioned it.
When he hears to knocks at the bedroom door, he grasp the sheets a little tighter, knowing he’s still that little hard.
“Yeh?!” He calls. 
Peering round the door, Anne comes into eye contact with her son.
“Um. Just wanted to let you know that I’ve grabbed some breakfast, are you and Y/N joining us?” She asked.
Harry began to feel his face turn a shade of red. 
“Yeah, we’ll be down in a minute.” He smiles a little.
“Clean up a lil, yeah?” She asks.
Harry nods.
“Yeah”
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