Weed And Transformers

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Starscream grips your hips as he leans over, his frame caging over you. Claws carefully dragging over skin soft enough not to cut, but still leaving red marks. Through his sharp thrusts he encourages you to be vocal.

"Tell me how nicely I'm treating you, filling you…"

You reply with a breathy groan, but that's clearly not enough. He shifts, a claw grabbing your throat and pulling it back and up until your eyes meet his optics upside down.

"Beg for it"

"What..?" You ask, still dazed. Still not submitting to him, so he stops his movements completely.

"Did I stutter?" Tone aggravated, why can't you follow such a simple demand?

"Staaar..." You whine, pushing back into him and seeking friction, but he holds you back. You give up quickly, knowing not to fight him.

"Ugh fine, please”

"Can't hear you..." He whispers into your ear, making the hairs rise at your nape.

"Star! Please fuck me!"

"Lord Starscream" he purrs, beginning to move again very slowly.

"Oh for fucks sake- ugh fine, lord Starscream, please have mercy and fuck my brains out!"

He purrs loudly, muttering "acceptable" into your ear, then immediately snaps his hips. Hard. The force knocks you back into the covers and before you can react he's covering your body with his, fucking hard and fast and maneuvering your body to hit just right. The fucker knows what he's doing, you think for a second as your thoughts slip, pleasure winding tight and you're vaguely aware of your own pleading voice through the wet, lewd noises.

 Release catches you like an avalanche, and Starscream grunts gravelly as he keeps pumping, pushing you down on the soft covers until he's filling you, biting down roughly on your shoulder and you're tightening on him again, shivering and aware of him being wider, tighter. Almost painful.

And he finally stills. Setting you down on the bed and following your body closely, still inside. And you realize he's stuck. Can't pull out.

"what... what's this?" You ask still breathless.

"Knot. youre mine" he growls, still winded up, hold firm on your hips.

"If this like omegaverse…”

"Like what?!" He squawks.

"Nevermind. So you mean we're stuck, right?"

"yes...technically"

“Technically meaning you can pull out? why not do it, does it hurt?” You question, knowing he's likely to refuse, needing to have his way.

 “You wouldn't reject me, right sweetspark?” His voice drops to a velvety threat. Defensive.

“hm not really, no.” You shrug, playing it down to deescalate him, you really don't want to find out if forcing the knot out hurts. “But how long are we going to be like this?”

“Long enough, my mate.” he settles, appeased.

Then he does something that surprises you, and  begins to thread his talons in your hair, tracing the soft fibers and disentangling them with surprising care. The soft pull and shift of the locks sending little shivers down your body. The usually innocent pleasure mingling with the fullness of his spike still buried inside. You shiver against him.

 "what's this, grooming me?"

"preening" he corrects far too quickly. "cant have a proper mate without adequate care, specially post interface."

"so is this like a post-sex massage ritual?" at this his vents hitch in his own version of a derisive snort.

"had you been cybertronian, a seeker, i would spread out your panels, realign transformation lines, recalibrate your sensitive wings..." his voice trails as his long fingers trace your shoulder blades delicately, following invisible patterns. it feels good, your body unconsciously relaxing against the mess of blankets under you.

"and i would expect the same in turn" he pulls you closer, properly lying down on his side with you, but not letting go of his hold on your hips. not yet. You half turn your torso to meet his optics, those glowing a dull, serene scarlet.

"do you?" You ask, which earns a rasped hum as question, making you clarify

"do you still want me to? to preen you?”

His servos stop at that. not sure if this would be possible, but wanting it. the same impulsive desire that brought him this far as to claim a human as mate. of course he wants more. wants everything. always been greedy.

"yes" his voice oddly breathy, uttered along a deep vent that blows clouds of hot air all around.

his knot conveniently slips out, allowing you to turn back to him, planting a chaste kiss on his red facial fin and reaching to his back. He helps you maneuver so he's the one lying on his front. wings unconsciously trembling at the tips. eager.

Your touch is careful, timid at first, when both your hands land at the base that connect the wings to his body.

"careful!" he barks, startling you. it takes a second and a red side eye before you approach, this time with the tip of a finger at a transformation line. and this time he rumbles his approval, optics dimming as you follow the lines to their end, then back again.

"how's this?" You ask, uncertain.

"acceptable" he grumbles, but the slight fanning out of his wings suggests more approval. 

You continue following the pattern along the wings, one at a time and alternating. until you reach a tip and *feel* the way he jerks, unable to choke down a whine. You think to tease him with a 'am I this good?' comment, but stop yourself. he's behaving so well being vulnerable and you should reward that. so instead you lean your face closer, blowing a soft breath that fogs the metal, before planting a kiss right at the wing tip.

"wha-ah!" he lets out a cross between a shriek and a moan, then goes awfully quiet.

"you ok star?" You try not to let your amusement show

"huh, yes, perfectly! i think that's enough preening for now." He all but blabbers out, righting himself.

he turns on his side, hiding the way his wings keep trembling despite his holding back. his optics now glowing brighter with renewed charge.

'let's recharge, shall we?" He murmurs, avoiding your gaze.

You know you should clean up first, but that would make it a win for him. so instead you crawl back to his arms and nestle in the crook of his neck.