Soundwave x Hot Rod

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by ASmallRPAccount

by ASmallRPAccount

Requested by: Absol_and_Wolfy
Prompt/s: Yandre! hot rod x Soundwave
Hot Ro asks Soundwave about a large scar he has, and touches it for emphasis. Soundwave whimpers needily and jerks away from him, blushing madly.
Hot Rod: Be a good boy and spread your legs for me, Soundwave.
(I apologize in advance- i dont know anything about this pairing or the dynamic- also i dont often do yandre so forgive me :,] )
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Hot Rod and Soundwave lay tangled up in each other on the bed, their breathing finally starting to slow down after a wild night of passion. Hot Rod had always been drawn to Soundwave's quiet, reserved nature, and the way he seemed to hold himself back from the world. It made him want to break down those barriers and see what was hidden beneath.

As they lay there, Hot Rod couldn't help but notice a large scar on Soundwave's chest. He traced his finger over it gently, curious about the story behind it. "What happened here?" he asked softly.

Soundwave flinched at the touch, his eyes widening in surprise. He didn't like being touched, especially not in such an intimate way. But he couldn't deny the way his body was responding to Hot Rod's touch, the way his skin was heating up and his heart was racing.

"I-I don't like to talk about it," Soundwave stammered, trying to pull away from Hot Rod's touch. But Hot Rod was persistent, his finger still tracing over the scar.

"It's okay," Hot Rod said soothingly. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Just let me touch you."

Soundwave whimpered needily at the words, his body betraying him even as his mind tried to resist. He couldn't help the way he responded to Hot Rod's touch, the way his body craved it even as his mind fought against it.

Hot Rod leaned down and kissed him gently, his hand still tracing over the scar. "You're so beautiful, Soundwave," he whispered. "And I want to make you feel good."

Soundwave moaned softly, his body arching up into Hot Rod's touch. He couldn't resist him, couldn't deny the way he made him feel. He spread his legs for Hot Rod, giving himself over completely to him.

Hot Rod grinned wickedly, his eyes darkening with desire. "That's it, Soundwave," he said. "Be a good boy for me." He leaned down and started to kiss him again, his hand still tracing over the scar on Soundwave's chest.

Soundwave whimpered needily, unable to resist Hot Rod's touch. He knew he was being used, knew that Hot Rod only wanted him for his body. But he couldn't help the way he felt, the way his body craved Hot Rod's touch. Hot Rod smirked and nipped and bit at Soundwave's neck making the other flinch slightly.

But even as he tried to resist, Soundwave couldn't help but moan softly, his body responding eagerly to Hot Rod's touch. He knew he was in trouble, knew that he was falling deeper and deeper into Hot Rod's grasp. But he couldn't stop himself, couldn't resist the way Hot Rod made him feel.

They went another few rounds, each time with Hot Rod roughly taking Soundwave and leaving bruises on his hips and thighs. Hot Rod was addicted to how Soundwave felt around him, smugly whispering into the other's ear or flipping the position. Soundwave couldn't deny that he enjoyed it too, even as he tried to resist. He knew it was wrong, knew that Hot Rod was manipulating him. But he couldn't help the way his body responded to him, the way he craved his touch.

As they lay there, tangled up in each other's arms, Soundwave couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would Hot Rod keep using him for his own pleasure, or would he see him as something more? Only time would tell, but for now, all Soundwave could do was give himself over completely to the pleasure that Hot Rod was giving him.

Hot Rod smirked as he looked at Soundwave, his eyes dark with desire. "You're mine, Soundwave," he whispered. "And I won't let anyone take you away from me." Soundwave shivered at the words, knowing that they were true.

He was Hot Rod's, body and soul, and there was nothing he could do to change that. But even as he tried to resist, he couldn't deny the pleasure that Hot Rod was giving him. He was addicted to him, and he knew that he would never be able to break free from his grasp. Soundwave knew that he was in trouble, that he was trapped in Hot Rod's grasp. But even as he tried to resist, he couldn't help the way his body responded to him, the way he craved his touch.

As the night wore on, Hot Rod continued to use Soundwave for his own pleasure, leaving him bruised and battered but unable to resist. Soundwave knew that he was in trouble, that he was trapped in Hot Rod's grasp. But even as he tried to resist, he couldn't help the way his body responded to him, the way he craved his touch.

And so they lay there, tangled up in each other's arms, lost in the pleasure that only they could give each other.