Transformers one-shots and lemons (2) [closed]

TF3| Jazz x Prowl (lemon)

Requested by: Emo_girl3365

Plot: Jazz is spiraling into a depression and Prowl tries to help. Jazz eventually breaks down and Prowl is really concerned. Jazz tells him everything about his past and the war. Prowl tries to comfort him.

Warnings: Sexual content, depression
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My doorwings shuddered in delight. The lightest touch drove me absolutely crazy. Prowl has doorwings, he knows what he's doing. I slightly tilted my helm up. 'What are you doing, Prowl?' He held back a smirk and forced a smile on his face plates. 'You fell pretty hard. I just wanted to make sure you're okay.' I watched his closely as he walked a circle around me. 'Shouldn't I be the one to judge that?' He shrugged and didn't reply. 'Right, well... you don't have eyes on your back.' I hummed and stretched my back a little. I heard a few things pop into place. It instantly felt better. 'I gotta go.'

Prowl frowned. 'Already?' I nodded. 'Yes, you were the one who assigned me for my patrol, remember?' Prowl he nodded slightly. 'I guess we talk later, unless you drown yourself in your work again. You seem to do that a lot lately.' He snorted, 'it's busy. What do you expect,' he mocked. I hummed, 'yeah, I bet.' His face dropped. 'You don't believe me, do you?'

'I want to believe you, but you're you and I know that you're not always telling everything.' He snorted and and turned away. 'Goodluck on your patrol,' he mocked. I sighed softly turned away, walking towards the training hall where I transformed and hit the road. I wanted to be back in hour before it would start raining. I hate the feeling of water dripping between my wires. Something is going on with Prowl but I can't really tell what it is. Perhaps he's stressed out or maybe something else is going on. That mech is brilliant with hiding his feelings. His emotions puffs up until they finally come out.  It happened once before on Cybertron. He made me swear I would never tell anyone about it.

I was soaked when I got back. I had been stuck in traffic and I hated the feeling. Many emotions overwhelmed me right now. Stupid rain! Stupid war! Stupid humans! Everything is stupid. In my anger and frustration, I kicked against the wall. 'What did the wall do to you?' Usually, I would joke but I wasn't in the mood. I shot Prowl a glare. 'Leave me alone, okay?' I snapped. He raised an optic ridge. 'What's your problem?'

'I am wet. That's the problem,' I scowled. I marched over to my room,— removed my armor and toweled myself off. The next morning, Prowl caught up with me. 'You're okay? You were cranky last day.' I waved my hand. 'I feel fine. I have to go.' I passed the mech and walked off.

((Prowl's P.O.V))
Jazz is not himself. He's not the joyful mech I once met. It's not the first time I noticed his mood swings. He's like this more often. I sighed. Optimus asked me about it took a few weeks back. I tried to spend more time with Jazz to help him but he doesn't talk to me like he used to do in the past.

I caught up with Jazz later today. He was upset. I grabbed his arm and dragged him with me towards my dorm. 'What is going on?' I demanded an explanation. He broke down in tears. I frowned before I sat him down on my berth for a moment,— listening to his cries. When he stopped sobbing all the worried and troubles came out. From the war to his past. It was quite disturbing to say the least.

He looked at me. 'I am sorry...' I waved my hand. 'It's okay. Don't mention it... I haven't been honest to you either.' He raised an optic ridge. I told him my worries too. About him, the war and the future. He listened without interrupting me. 'So we are a mess?' He asked with a weak smirk as finished. 'Yeah, we are,' I mocked. He snorted and dried his cheeks. Unturned towards him. 'I can actually use some of your jokes right now.'

He vented. 'I am not in the mood for jokes,' he muttered. 'No... I know something that could cheer us up.' He frowned. 'Which is...?' He muttered and got up. I slowly got up as well and lifted his chin. I caught his lips.

((Jazz's P.O.V))
Prowl pinned me to the wall quite forcefully. His glossa pushing his way into my mouth. I was much smaller and he had full control. A smirk spattered across his face. 'You're right, this really does help,' he whispered and smirked again. Moans slipped over my lips and he moved to my neck, nibbling on some capable. My seevo's roamed over his frame, rubbing his headlights. The friction was delicious. It turned me on and I wanted him already. I got between some armor, rubbing a few spots. Prowl's headlights started to flicker and now it was his turn to moan. It was music for my audio.

The mech grabbed me and threw me on his berth, ripping my panel off like a hungry wolf. His digits rubbing my pelvic and moved towards my spike. He gently let his fingertips trace the shaft, all the way to the top. My frame shuddered. He did it again. That touch he used this morning on my doorwings. It drives me crazy. My spike was throbbing already.

His servo lowered to my valve. I groaned and arched my back. 'Stop doing this,' I hissed. He chuckled darkly and caught my eyes. 'I thought you liked messing around.' I blushed like a maniac. I am never embarrassed but I was ashamed now. I know Prowl for so long, I never thought I would feel this way. He planted some kissed on my knees and thighs before he inserted two digits. He messed around and replaced his digits for his spike. It burned and I tightly grabbed his upper arms,— hard enough to dent it.

'It will go away.' I knew that. It's not my first time but it's been a few thousands years. A few minutes passed and he started moving,— a slow steady pace but sped up as I begged for more. He made me see stars and Prowl was quite excited too. Our moans and metal hitting metal filled his room. I tight grabbed him and pulled him in a passionate kiss.

As my walls clenched around his spike when I came, it drove him over the edge. We released at the same time and he collapsed next to me,— his cooking vents kicking in. I tiredly rolled on my side, barely able to keep my optics open. 'You feel better?' He whispered. I was barely able to hear his voice. 'Y-yeah, much better,' I muttered. 'Good...' that was the last thing I heard before I fell in a deep slumber.