Jacking Them Off In Public

Imagine accidentally giving Alastor, Lucifer, Husk, Vox, and Adam an erection in public, so they make you jack them off?

Alastor:

It all started as an innocent caress on the knee, the pads of your fingers mindlessly tracing patterns against the fabric of Alastor’s pants. And while he usually wasn’t overtly fond of PDA, he made an exception just this once, your soothing ministrations concealed by the long tablecloth. It soon escalated into something more, however, too absorbed in your conversation with Rosie to notice that your hand had unconsciously ventured up his thigh and into dangerous territory.

“Oh, Alastor, why did ya take so long to introduce us?” Rosie asked, her bosom heaving with laughter, the piping hot contents in her teacup threatening to spill at any given moment.

“He said something about waiting for the perfect time?” You laughed alongside her, but not for long, feeling something taut jump underneath your fingers. “Whatever that means…ha!”

Your eyes nervously darted to the side, your heart rate picking up at the noticeable outline of Alastor’s cock straining against his pants. Fortunately, nobody else could see the embarrassing predicament you had inadvertently designed, the table you were seated at conveniently situated at the corner of the cafe. Still, you offered him an apologetic look when Rosie went to sip at her tea, failing to notice his blown pupils and slightly flushed cheeks.

You retracted your hand, but Alastor snatched your wrist with a hushed ‘Finish what you started,’ a blush creeping up your neck. You complied, turning back to Rosie upon hearing her teacup softly clank against the saucer, trying to conceal the disbelief etched onto your brow with a friendly smile as his cock immediately stirred underneath your palm. You carefully undid Alastor’s pants, pushing past his briefs, a warm, wet, sticky substance greeting your fingers.

“Is everything alright with ya, Alastor?” Rosie’s eyes flitted down to the half-eaten pastry in front of him, blissfully unaware that your thumb was slowly lubricating his cock in his precum.

“Oh, don’t you worry about me, dear,” Alastor waved her off with a strained smile, his ears almost falling back as you gently squeezed him. “The cake was just dry this time around!”

You wondered how Alastor managed to maintain his composure and keep the conversation within the three of you flowing after that, your hand subtly pumping him at a steady pace. While his responses were brief and less theatrical, a moan or two would have tumbled past your lips from the mere thought of being jerked off in public. But apparently the same didn’t apply to Alastor, his jaw merely tightening as his cock suddenly pulsated, heaps of cum cascading down your fist.

Lucifer:

The tension between Alastor and Lucifer hung heavily in the air, polluting the dinning room and spoiling almost everybody’s appetite. So, in an effort to combat that, you affectionately squeezed Lucifer’s leg, the corners of your mouth twitching upwards as he shifted his focus from the demon on the opposite end of the table to the food on his plate. Feeling rather triumphant, you picked up your fork and dug into your food, completely oblivious to the tent steadily forming in his pants.

“So, how did you two meet?” Charlie asked, a genuine smile on her face. You expected Lucifer to answer, but he didn’t. “Well, it’s quite a long story, actually,” You chuckled nervously.

“Oh, I love stories!” Charlie put her fork down and excitedly clasped her hands, giving you her full attention. You smiled at her, glad that at least one thing went right in this little welcome party.

Meanwhile, Lucifer slowly chewed on his food with a distant expression, trying to focus on the way you carefully recounted how you two met instead of the hand that kneaded at his inner thigh. He mentally cursed at himself for being weak-willed, indulging in the pleasant sensation even after he realized you had unconsciously ventured up his leg in your distracted state, your nimble fingers only a few centimeters away from his straining cock and his dampening pants.

It didn’t take long for you to start wondering why Lucifer was being awfully quiet, especially with his daughter talking your ear off. But then you felt him seize your wrist and place your hand over his crotch, a damp spot kissing your palm. Your eyes immediately widened, horrified that you had accidentally given him an erection in a room full of people—until you realized that he had encouraged you to touch him. You tentatively palmed him, his cock throbbing in response.

“Dad, are you okay?” Charlie suddenly asked, her voice laced with concern, noticing the slight blush on his features as you undid his pants, sliding your hand into his briefs. “You’ve been unusually quiet.”

“Oh, I’m just letting you two get to know each other, that’s all!” Lucifer said, shooting her a big, toothy grin, trying not to groan at the way you slowly lathered the head of his cock in his precum.

Thankfully, Charlie accepted his brief explanation, offering you a few words before resuming her dinner. The rest of the residents at the table began to talk amongst each other, too, allowing you to pump Lucifer’s weeping cock without the fear of them hearing, the sound sinfully moist. But you had no idea that a certain someone had an extra pair of eyes, his shadow watching with a wicked smile as his hips subtly thrusted up to meet your hand, the fork in his grip trembling as he came.

Husk:

An exasperated groan seeped past Husk’s lips as he lost yet another game of Blackjack, pointing an accusatory claw at the machine and cursing it out for scamming him out of his money. You shook your head, biting your cheek in a poor attempt not to laugh, affectionately squeezing his leg. But that only earned you an unamused look, his clawed-hand seizing your waist and bringing your sides flush together. ‘Ow!’ You giggled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, albeit gently.

“I don’t get how people play this for hours,” He kissed at your skin, pacified by the sensation of your hand gently kneading his thigh. “It’s rigged—but I’m too broke for the real shit right now.”

“I mean, the minimum bet on this thing is, like, $1,” You said, unaware of the way he stirred in his pants. “Maybe invest a little bit more than that?” You suggested with a shit-eating grin.

Husk rolled his eyes, resuming the game; but of course, the virtual dealer fucked him over again. With every game he lost, your hand unconsciously moved up his leg, driven by the sighs you elicited from him. He slumped back into the cushioned seat, parting his legs as your fingers pressed into his inner thigh. It was easy for him to get lost in your touch, especially with everybody minding their own business, but that didn’t mean that you were purposely trying to rile him up.

When you felt the tent in his pants, you instantly retracted your hand, a horrified apology tumbling from your lips. ‘Ain’t nobody watchin’, doll,’ Husk rasped, his pupils blown with lust, guiding your hand back to his crotch. He unashamedly jutted his hips forward, encouraging you to touch him while he carried on his game of Blackjack, his cock throbbing underneath your palm. You complied, but not before looking around and making sure that nobody was watching.

“I never thought I’d jack you off in a casino,” You murmured, shakily undoing Husk’s pants, a groan escaping his throat as you shoved your hand into his briefs. “Seriously, this is crazy.”

“Eh, I’ve done worse things in my days as an overlord,” Husk shrugged, shooting you a lopsided grin. His tail swished between his legs at the feeling of you squeezing the base of his cock.

You rolled your eyes before staring at him, gauging his reaction as you gave him a generous pump. Husk’s ears slightly twitched backwards, but that was it, his clawed-hand reaching out to affectionately caress your jaw. While this wasn’t something you’d usually do, you couldn’t help but feel slightly excited at the idea of pleasuring him in public. Nobody spared the two of you a glance, though, not even as he thickly coated your hand in his cum and made you slowly lick it clean.

Vox:

With one arm wrapped around your shoulder, Vox nursed a drink, a gratified hum seeping past his lips as you mindlessly traced patterns on his knee with the pads of your fingers. Trips to the club were frequent with the Vee’s, so you naturally grew tired of drinking and partying for hours on end, opting to stay plastered to Vox’s side instead of wandering off with Velvette or Valentino. But you were slipping into boredom, unconsciously venturing up his thigh as you stared ahead.

“Mm, sweetheart, what are you up to?” Vox suddenly asked, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. You stared up at him through your lashes with a ‘Hm?,’ confused.

“Oh, come on, don’t play coy with me,” He continued, realization settling in your gut as he grabbed your jaw with his thumb and his forefinger, tilting your head downwards.

Your eyes widened in shock, a blush creeping up your neck at the outline of Vox’s cock against his pants, sporting a damp spot where the head prodded at. Thankfully, the Vee’s had their own section reserved at the club to avoid being bothered by sinners, so nobody could see what was unfolding between the two of you. That didn’t make you any less apologetic, however, retracting your hand with an embarrassed ‘Oh, shit, I’m sorry,’ hoping that he wasn’t upset at you.

But Vox shook his head, the arm around your shoulder reaching down to guide your hand back to his crotch, a wicked grin on his face. ‘Go ahead, it’s just us,’ He hummed, his cock throbbing against your palm almost in encouragement. Velvette and Valentino were absent from the booth, sure, but what if they came back while you were in the middle of jacking him off? You would never be able to look them in the eye, even though they wouldn’t actually care.

“Why are you hesitating, sweetheart?” Vox asked, downing the rest of his drink as you undid his pants, your hand sliding into his briefs, his precum greeting your fingers in a warm, wet, sticky kiss.

“I’m not, it’s just—what if they catch us?” You started, your hand squeezing at the base of his cock, eliciting a groan from him. “Especially Val…not that he’ll say anything bad. You know him.”

A chuckle reverberated through Vox’s chest, his clawed-hand affectionately carding into your hair. He assured you that not a single damned soul would find out, tapping at the edge of his screen, a reminder of the sort of power he held. So, you gave in, the sound of you wetly pumping him drowned out by the music blaring in the background; but Vox stopped monitoring his surroundings, a certain moth catching the exact moment his cock pulsated as he came in your fist.

Adam:

A thick, heavy hand suddenly clutched at your waist, eliciting a surprised gasp from you that sent questionable looks towards your way. But apparently, you couldn’t be upset at Adam, not when it was your fault for caressing the expanse of his leg as a form of affection, your fingers circulating his knee everything but innocent to him. You threw your menu down onto the table, meeting his shit-eating grin with narrowed eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Hey, doofus, we’re in a fucking restaurant,” You reminded him, wildly gesturing to the people trying to enjoy their food nearby. “And we’re not exactly alone.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t fucking see that!” Adam mock-gasped, until you sunk your nails into his inner thigh, a high-pitched yelp seeping past his lips. “Ow! What the fuck was that for?”

Fortunately, the waiter seated the two of you at the furthest booth, your little squabble mostly inconveniencing customers auditory senses rather than their vision. Or so that’s what you hoped as Adam seized your hand and shoved it into his robes, his erection immediately throbbing against your palm. Your cheeks remained flushed, but it had less to do with your initial embarrassment and more to do with the riskiness of the situation.

And to make matters worse, Lute was supposed to join you for dinner, the text she sent you about being a little late haunting your mind as Adam buried his masked face into your neck, a hushed, ‘Come on, babe, nobody’s watching,’ titillating you. She could walk through those restaurant doors at any moment, but the strangled groan that reverberated through his chest had you pushing past his briefs, an unmistakeable warm, sticky substance greeting your trembling fingers.

“Hey, hey—don’t you close your eyes,” You hissed, your thumb circulating the head of his cock, lathering him in his precum at a torturous pace. “I’ll never forgive you if we get caught.”

“I was, uhhh, blinking. Yeah, blinking,” Adam huffed, placing his hand over yours and helping you pump his cock, clearly desperate. “Stop teasing me and—ah, fuck—yeah, just like that.”

You kept your eyes trained on your surroundings, hyperaware of every little noise that penetrated your ears as your hand moved steadily underneath Adam’s robes. There was no way you could trust him to look out for you, not with his fingers reenacting the way you had innocently caressed him earlier, clenching your thighs together. At least he finished before Lute decided to show up, blissfully unaware of the sticky mess in your fist as she slid into the booth, across from you.

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"Show" GN BOT Reader x Jazz scenario

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Summary: You make out with Jazz and act like you're interfacing to distract the Decepticons.

G1 characters: Jazz (The cons are also here getting horny! Prowl shows up at the end too.)

Warnings: Voyeurism

Genre/Theme: Horny 🔞 (more Mature than Explicit)

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: The entire make out is from the perspective of the Decepticons, Playful older reader, Reader: We should take advantage of the fact the Decepticons are perverts.

You all needed a distraction, and you needed one bad.

The Decepticons had started yet another world dominance plan, which was actually going well. And you needed to stop them now before it got any further out of control. Mirage could sneak into the temporary base the Decepticons set up and sabotage them from the inside. The problem was that the whole base was guarded to the denta, and you needed to distract at least one of the guards for Mirage to slip in. And then distract the rest of the Decepticons so Mirage can do his job without interruption.

That's when you get a crazy idea that might actually work.

You weren't stupid, and you were old enough to know what most the Decepticons were thinking when they started leering at you with hungry looks. You just continued teasing them on the battlefield, while not giving them even an inkling that you knew exactly how badly they wanted you. But now you might just take advantage of the cons little attraction to you. (It's not like it was your fault they seemed to want you like an energon goodie. You weren't exactly some fancy new build. You were a war trained soilder.)

So you raised your servo "Optimus, I might have an idea for how to distract a watchmech and all of the Decepticon high command at the same time."

Optimus paused when you spoke to give you the per verbal floor. "Oh? And what exactly might that be?"

"I just need one mech on board for it to work. So Jazz, question-" At your address, Jazz perked up from where he was sitting. "How do you feel about putting on- a little show with me to distract the cons?" The room goes dead silent at your question.

Jazz realizes exactly what you're implying the fastest. He leans forward over the table slightly, his plating tense and serious. "I just have an equally important question in response."

"Oh?"

Jazz's plating slacks casually, and a felinoid smile that reminds you exactly why you two got along curls on his derma. "Glossia or no glossia?" Oh, this would be fun.

"Honestly, we know they'll be coming sooner than later, we should attack them first while we have the upper servo!" Starscream argued with Megatron again over the decision to stay on guard.

"If they're going to come, then let them come! We will be ready for the Autobots, and we will destroy them where they stand!" Megatron snapped back in clear annoyance.

Just as Starscream opened his mouth again, one of the alerts went off. Drawing everyone's attention to the multiple camera feeds on the wide screen they had on the wall. "Soundwave report." Megatron ordered.

"Buzzsaw reports obvious activity in shrubbery ahead of himself." Soundwave tapped along his keyboard, and Buzzsaws internal feed camera was put up in full screen. Sure enough, the view of bushes shaking slightly was put into view. It stopped after a klick.

"Soundwave order him to find out what it is. And if it's a pest to deal with it accordingly."

The video feed showed Buzzsaws point of view of taking off and into the tree line where the movement had happened. The cons were left watching as Buzzsaw flew through the trees for a few klicks with no life in sight.

Only for a bot to eventually come into view.

"Jazz." Megatron muttered darkly "Soundwave, have Buzzsaw find out exactly what he's planning."

Soundwave nodded. "Buzzsaw, follow lead."

They watched as Jazz in root mode stepped over plant life with Buzzsaw silently trailing behind him in the trees. Eventually, he came to a small clearing where another mech was waiting.

You were waiting for him, leaning up against a larger tree, and your helm perked up when you saw Jazz. "Ah, yellow still on guard?" You asked with quirked derma.

Jazz just casually shrugged his shoulders. "Sure is. Looks like we'll be waiting for at least a Joor." Jazz leisurely made his way over to you.

"A joor till what?" Starscream muttered conspicuously.

Jazz met up with you, but instead of stopping in front like they'd all expected, Jazz got even closer to you. They all watched as Jazz propped an arm up against the same tree you were leaning against. Effectively trapping you between him and the tree. Jazz just smiled and raised his other servo to lightly cup your jaw.

"Really now. While we're on watch duty?" You didn't even seem upset by the incredibly wild development.

"C'mon, we've got a joor, and I know exactly how I wanna be spending that joor." Jazz leaned close enough that there was only a digits length between your faceplates.

"Soundwave I was not..." Megatron paused. "Aware that the two of them were this close to one another."

"Information not known. Proposal: may be both their personalities, opposed to relationship." Soundwave stated bluntly since he frankly hadn't seen any signs of you two actually becoming involved with one another like this.

The answer was obvious and easy to accept. Considering Jazz, let alone you. You'd flirt with your enemies on the battlefield constantly. While Jazz was... Jazz.

So when Jazz leaned forward and kissed you, the entire room was equally shocked.

"Soundwave retracts last statement." Soundwave bluntly remarked as he watched you kiss Jazz back.

Jazz's servos moved towards your chassis while yours went for Jazz's waist. You practically dragged Jazz forward till there was barely any space between the two of you.

Jazz's servos were greedily brushing over the front of your chasiss. Digit pads following the line and dips of your armor as he sensually touched you. You arched against his touch while your gasps and other small noises slipped out between where the two of you kissed.

"Wait, are they gonna frag?" Skywarp, who had been leaning back in his chair, was now sitting forward attentive and staring at the screen.

"What? No. Why the slag would-" Thundercracker stopped short and actually stared at Jazz and you. The longer he stared, the more he noticed how much you were both touching each other. He also noticed how he actually couldn't see if either of your modesty panels were still in place from the angle.

Were you actually about to-

Starscream scoffed loudly and turned on his thruster towards Megatron "Megatron, this is obviously a ploy to distract-" Jazz's engine revving loud in blatant undeniable want cut Starscream off.

"Yeah!" Skywarp shouted excitedly at the screen when Jazz slipped his glossia into your mouth. While multiple sounds of shock sounded out of the rest of them. Jazz closed what little space you had between you and boldly pressed his chassis up against yours. Your hips slotted together, and a heavy but muffled groan sounded out of you at the contact. Did Jazz just- slag. Did Jazz just spike you? Due to the side angle of Buzzsaws view and how close you were together, Thundercracker still had no visible clue if you were actually interfacing. But the motion and the angle of each of your hips certainly didn't paint any other picture.

Jazz rocked his hips, and you arched further against him. Your servos dragged jazz even closer towards you every time he rutted against you. Jazz's servos simply had not stopped wandering and fondling your frame the entire time. Every drag of his digits brought another little noise out of you. Either a huff or another muffled moan- You were still kissing each other fervently, and Thundercracker could occasionally catch glimpses of both your glossias-

You certainly weren't holding servos!

Thundercracker almost chokes on his oral lubricant at the very heated display and has to fight not to let his sparkdamned modesty panel pull back. His own spike twitching against his own panel every time another needy noise slipped out of you. This was going to haunt his less than innocent alone time- In a panic, Thundercracker glanced at Megatron, and almost balks.

Megatrons optics are a noticeable shade brighter than usual. He's also leaning forward and staring intensively at the little show you two were both putting on. Thundercracker hears your muffled moan and can physically see Megatron's optics brighten a touch further.

Starscream stood next to Megatron with his mouth hanging open, and his wings raised high, and they were twitching sporadically- Thundercracker realizes it's in time with your noises.

Thundercracker glances at Soundwave and does balk this time and then scowls. Soundwave was recording! Like, as if Buzzsaw wasn't already doing it! Frag, Thundercracker wasn't stupid enough to ask for a copy of the footage and owe Soundwave anything. Skywarp, however, would be asking- Skywap, who was leaning forward with a grin on his faceplate. Optics bright and not breaking his focus on the two of you for even a nanoklick

... Thundercracker could get it from Skywarp afterward.

You both break apart finally with huffy vents and Jazz groaned before shoving his faceplate against your throat. Subsequently hiding Jazz's helm from the camera view.

Only then does Buzzsaw's camera, which had been focused primarily on your frames, slowly panned upwards. To revel your optics were locked directly on Buzzsaw and subsequently them as well. The camera jerked when Buzzsaw flinched, realizing he'd been spotted. They waited for you to quickly inform Jazz that you were being watched or raise a blaster to fire at Buzzsaw. When, instead, the entire room watched baffled as your derma curled further, and your optics narrowed slightly. You then slowly and teasingly dragged your glossia over your derma. You then bit down on your bottom derma before simply turning back towards Jazz.

Yeah, Thundercrackers not gonna be able to be normal the next time you smile at him before a fight.

An engine revving and then stalling in the room makes Thundercracker glance right and see the two Constructicons (who he forgot where even there) also seemingly in a similar state as his own.

"Holy slag-" Scavenger muttered, staring wide opticed, at the video feed. Scrapper was simply staring, but even his optics were obviously running hotter than they should. A moan slipped out of Jazz this time when you started lapping your glossia at the detailing of his throat cables.

They all visibly jumped when a blaring alarm suddenly started blasting in the room. Thundercracker swore he could hear his own energon in his audials. Then he registered it was an alarm and not a sudden attack. Thundercracker had to dismiss his own battle protocols that sprung to life after the sound. "Soundwave report!" Megatron ordered.

"Weapon has been set to disintegration- from the inside."

"What!?" Megatron and Starscream both made a dash out of the room more than obviously heading to where the weapon was stored. The two Constructicons followed shortly after them. Scavenger tripping on his way out the door before getting back up to keep running.

"Buzzsaw, return. Base is compromised." After the order, Soundwave made his way out the door as well.

Buzzsaw's legs twitched when Soundwave spoke, and the branch he was on audibly shook. A blaster shot scrapped the side of Buzzsaws chassis, and he cried out and took to the skies. Promptly cutting off the camera show they'd had of you two.

"No! Frag!" Skywarp shouted in dismay, obviously more upset by the show he had being cut short than the fact that they'd been compromised. Thundercracker groaned and stood up while ignoring the heat of obvious interested arousal between his thighs.

Thundercracker probably would have to get a copy of it from Soundwave if he actually wanted to see that again.

"Whoops, and there goes the camera crew." Jazz stared up at the direction Buzzsaw had taken off in.

You just stared at Prowl, who was standing with his still smoking blaster in the air. A firm frown was on his faceplate. "Thanks for the save, Prowl." You nodded at him, and Prowl only grunted in response.

You raised an optic ridge while Jazz just turned to Prowl and grinned. "Oh, Prowl! Did ya enjoy the show?"

Prowl had only agreed to your plan if someone would be stationed to guard the two of you while you distracted the Decepticons.

Optimus thought it was a perfectly valid claim.

So Optimus told Prowl he'd be guarding you both.

Prowls faceplate didn't even twitch. (His doorwings did however.) "You've gotten too- into part. You should've stopped once Mirage messaged about successfully setting the detonation off."

You pulled Jazz's thigh up to your waist as if you were going to spike him- if your array were out anyway. You also worried your bottom derma at Prowl for extra measure. Your servo under Jazz's thigh and digits barely brushing the end of Jazz's aft. "Aw, C'mon Prowl, we were having fun."

"Yeah, Prowl- it's not like it totally didn't work amazingly or something. Ha ha. " Jazz chuckled and waggled his optic ridge at Prowl. Jazz continued to press his frame against your own while waiting for a response.

Prowl stared at you two for a klick longer before finally just sighing and moving past you both. "The Decepticons still need to be dealt with." You and Jazz watched him leave and eyed Prowls doorwings that were perked a touch higher than they usually would be.

You turned back to Jazz to share a look before you both finally broke apart, laughing.

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