Kiki

The second you came up for air you felt your head press back down against his slick heat. You needed some air in your lungs, but he needed you. The bridge of your nose grazed against his anterior node as he angled your head further up towards. Finally, you could breathe, rather than suffocate from lapping at his entrance.

Sharp metallic claws were positioned painfully tight around your scalp, working as your guide. With the new angle you realized he wanted you to go back to showing his anterior node some attention. So you did just that.

You hollowed out your cheeks gently sucking the mesh protrusion, earning a particularly loud growl from his vocalizer. “Surely you’re equipped to perform, better than that.”

You felt the tips of his clawed digits press against your scalp. Just a reminder of how sharp and accessible they are. The seeker was merely bluffing, probably. Whether you excelled at servicing him or failed, you’d still receive the same warnings and threats.

Starscream’s anterior node was unlatched from your mouth for you to stroke it in quick circles with the tip of your tongue. A moan left his intake this time. The wings attached to his spinal-strut fluttered against the berth.

More of his lubricant washed down your chin, its heated essence almost too hot for your skin. For once, this time you were happy that he mass-displaced to do this. The time that he hadn’t you were practically drowning in his p-

His upper interface panel discharged. A fully pressurized spike captured your attention. The gray plating stretched out as the protoform under the seams swelled. That upward curve of it hiding your view of his weeping tip.

You watched as he tightly wrapped his clawed servo around his length. His spike twitched the minute he started pumping it in his fist. Your legs seemed weak and unsteady for a moment.

The sight of it caused your bare cunt to moisten more than it already had. Your tongue ceased its movements around his anterior node, as his spike was the only thing you could focus on. “Stopping without me commanding you to? How daring of you.”

A sharp pain in your scalp brought your back to your senses. So daft of you to stop servicing your master before he overloaded. Your mouth latched back around his anterior node, sucking and swirling your tongue around the swollen mesh.

His ex-vents increased in volume followed by a low guttural moan. His servo tightly fisting his spike with you sucking around his anterior node had his internal calipers spasming hard. Those plush lips of yours took care of his sensitive bundle like no other.

Perhaps that was one of your very few good qualities from being human. Soon his cooling fans began to whir loudly, a processor-numbing pleasure encroached upon his systems like an ambush. A few loud raspy groans, a shiver of his frame, and the Decepticon’s valve was overloading down the lower half of your face.

“Get up here NOW!”

You removed yourself from in between his spread leg-struts, just to be grabbed and pulled upward by him. His big servos placed you on your back and parted your legs, giving himself an angle at your wet slit. A free servo slapped his heavy spike against your folds, forcing a moan out of you.

With one thrust he split you open and pounded at your sex at an obscene pace. His hip-struts left the back of your ass and thighs stinging every time his metal frame made contact against yours. Your walls gripped him unbelievably tight with every plunge.

Coaxingly fluttering around him whenever the tip of his spike bashed up against your sensitive cervix, causing you both to moan. His interface casing rubbed against your throbbing clit causing you to spasm and send him spiraling. One. Two. Three. Was all the thrusts it took for him to paint your walls a bright blue.

He pulled out halfway through his overload, much to your dismay, letting the rest of his transfluid spurts stain your inner thighs. He disabled the mass-displacement module and accepted a comm from another Decepticon. His semi pressurized spike bobbed at his hip-struts as he paced around his quarters.

He seemed aggravated with whoever was on the other end of the comm. “Yes… Mighty Megatron.” A hint of sarcasm in his tone was evident.

His red optics glared at seemingly nothing while tucking his spike back into its array casing. His interface panel concealed it once more as he simply exited his quarters with a slam of the metal sliding door.

Your eyes went wide when you realized he hadn’t shoved you back into your cage. For once you were left unattended while out in the open. Your eyes flicked over to those floor height vents with conveniently human-sized spaces in between the grating. An opportunity?

As hard as it was to concentrate when he was mass-displaced, you’d have to set that intrigue aside if you wanted to be attentive to his needs. Your little hands could get into places between his armor that he couldn’t with his own servos. That was your expertise to him, able to ease and massage that tense frame of his.

The trust within the bond the two of you shared made this possible. He placed a servo on your back and eased you in closer to his frame, the touch gentle yet firm. “So, how was your day?” That question was something you’d ask him frequently, but today it just felt out of place and even inappropriate to ask.

With how tense his protoform was under the neck cabling, you could take an educated guess on that. “I can’t tell you…” His tone was apologetic and you chose not to grill him for further information. What sucked was you didn’t have that kind of clearance to be able to know about certain things going on and off the base. He’d tell you bits and pieces of what he could, maybe even a little more than he was supposed to…

As one of the very few civilians on base you knew far more than the others but that’s because he trusted you enough to share things with you. Your hand found a particularly tight area right under his chassis and his expression became far more relaxed as your fingers gently massaged it. His free servo positioned itself on your waist and kept you angled as you searched for any sensitive areas between his audial fins.

The tips of his digits massaged into the side of your waist, returning the favor unintentionally. When you glanced back at his faceplate you noticed him staring and looked away, a heat raising within your cheeks. Just friends. Friends that trust each other a lot, that's it.

That was the truth, but when he looked at you there was something else present in his optics, and it wasn’t just trust. He could feel it too. His optics examined you the exact same way you examine him. Different, yet so similar.

A shiver ran over you with his longing stare so you cleared your throat. “Alright you big metal bucket of rust, you’re alright and relaxed.” You tried to sit up but both of his big servos held you in place firmly. Your hips rocked on his chassis as you tried to wiggle out of his grip and there was a glint of humor within his tired blue optics.

Optimus gently lowered your top half down further to him until your face was a mere few inches from his own. You watched as his nasal bridge adjusted as his olfactory receptors took in a scent, maybe two. An optical bridge raised and he allowed you to sit yourself back up. That was a far different scent than he was used to you having. As different as it was, his systems recognized it immediately.

It shouldn’t distract him as much as it did as he has identified the same scent amongst humans before but with you it became disruptive. You were what Ratchet called ‘ovulating’ with something else mixed in this time. “Is there something wrong?” His optics flicked over to meet your eyes and for a moment he felt a hint of shame.

He was far more disciplined than that. As a Prime the mech spent eons of being controlled and methodical, and yet he scents the indication of potential mating along with arousal and almost unravels. “There is nothing wrong.” The rumbles of his deep voice had you adjusting your hips on his chassis. He noticed that.

You didn’t believe him at all but chose to only to avoid the thoughts of having done something to make him this uncomfortable. His servos on your hips continued to keep you in place while you both mentally dwelled on something unsaid between the two of you.

If he wasn’t uncomfortable then what could he possibly be hiding at the moment. The stoic old mech was vulnerable enough around you to show you various sides of him but now he appeared to be hiding all that away. Optimus sat up, sliding you down to his lap and keeping you there. You were now looking up at him instead of looking down at him and further away from his faceplate entirely.

“There’s clearly something wrong.” You folded your arms together glaring up at him and he acknowledged your irritation by moving a servo to the small of your back allowing the warmth to radiate there. “Easy.” Which was both a command and an attempt to deescalate from him. That scent was still there to beguile him while your writhing form stirred something within him.

You wanted off of his lap, immediately. If he was just going to deflect from the situation then he could do that alone in his quarters by himself. The future loud complaints you had in the back of your throat were drowned into silence when he lifted you up to pull you into a kiss. As much as you wanted to be surprised, you couldn’t, there was always something resonating there and unmentioned.

The taste of his mouth against yours was more than just foreign and alien. It was pleasant, so pleasant that it made you feel warmth at your thighs. As his glossa explored the inside of your mouth you realized it was strangely softer than you thought it would be.

Maybe they are just like humans, they just have a rather hard metal exterior compared to soft human skin. Even his lips or dermas as they called them were made of a more pliable metal that the rest of him. It had some give to it, and that excited you. The way his mouth moved against yours was a telltale sign of something else brewing.

Abruptly he pulled away from the kiss, he then stared at you momentarily with turmoil in his optics. Clearly trying to find every possible justification for what he was going to do. All the excuses he’d have to have handy to explain this if the relationship the two of you shared took this route. It would be controversial… to say the least. Yet that didn't seem to deter him from you.

His thumb digit ghosted over your lips, the physical touch reminding him that the kiss you two shared actually happened, and he was responsible. You were so much smaller and softer than him and the thought of him injuring you during such an act kept him at bay for the time being.

You’d be in grave danger if the mech began a much more intimate relationship with you. Keeping this a secret would be difficult and internally you both knew that. The warmth of his servo heated your palm as you placed your hand on top of it. The conflict radiating off of him happened to bother you.

“Optimus, it’s okay I promise. You’re not going to hurt me.” As if you two were already spark bonded, you could tell just what he was thinking. Always knowing just what to say to ease the Prime, it was certainly a talent of yours.

Your mouths connected in a kiss for a brief moment before you felt his servos guiding you onto your back. “This only happens if you want it to. I am not going to be disappointed if you refuse me.” Chivalrous as usual. You flashed Optimus a smile as you guided his servos down to your hips.

How could you refuse him? He’d saved your life more times than you’d even be able to remember, he’s gentle with you, he’s learned to trust you, and if you’re being honest he’s actually really attractive for someone that’s not even human.

“I don’t think I’d ever be able to deny you, Chief.” Chief. The nickname you gave him the day he brought you to the now back in operations N.E.S.T base after an accidental run in. Once on base he was far too busy to even acquaint himself with you, so you called and referred to him as Chief for almost an entire day before he finally introduced himself. To you the nickname just fit, you rarely use it now after he’s told you that you don’t have to formally address him.

After hearing that his optics dimmed slightly. A particularly heavy vent left his intake. Suddenly he likes that nickname. His servo hooked itself underneath your shirt in the process of pulling it off, but then he paused to look at you. In your own alien way he found you beautiful. You resembled a cybertronian femme so much but your uniqueness of your species made you special to him.

The shirt you wore was grabbed and lifted off by your own hands. You sat up just to unhook your bra band’s clasps and free your bare breasts. “Please don’t let me be the only impatient one.” There was humor in your voice, but little did you know his spike ached dreadfully behind his interface panel. He’d give anything to free it but he didn’t want to potentially scare you so early on.

He helped you remove everything else you wore, but you could sense the hesitancy in his actions. As if he was still unsure about all of this. You were so eager before and now you held your exposed legs tightly shut, finally the seriousness of the situation setting in and making you absurdly nervous.

Reality hit you hard when you remembered you’d never done anything like this before. That’s right, there was still the chance you could utterly embarrass yourself in front of the mech from lack of experience. Optimus noticed your shut legs and raised an optic ridge, you were just eager moments ago and now you seemed unwilling.

“If this isn’t something you want then we can just stop.“ You shook your head no as you tried to find the right words to explain to him what had you so shaken up. The expression on his faceplate did little to hide his confusion so you just blurted out your situation.

“So this is going to be my first time.” Saying it out loud didn’t ease you, not even just a little. You expected him to look at you with regret but there was only a countenance of understanding. A servo lifted up your face to his own faceplate and the two of you were close enough to kiss again.

“I will be very gentle with you. We will do this slowly.” He meant every word to you. He was going to try his hardest to control his strength and keep you from being overwhelmed. The fact that you trusted him enough to allow him to be your first made his spark hum within its casing.

After a few deep breaths you were calm enough to allow him to position his helm between your now parted thighs. His gaze lingered upon your sex making you feel rather self conscious, which was short lived once you felt the swipe of his glossa at your core. His ‘saliva’ if it could even be called that slathered along your slit. For him you were far from being anatomically different from a cybertronian femme, even the positioning of it. was the same. Which meant that he thankfully already knew just how to please you.

The next time his glossa came into contact with your cunt, it was to glide across the sensitive bundle of nerves between your folds. That gesture made you gasp and your hips involuntarily buck up into his faceplate. That kind of heat and wetness against it was unlike anything you’ve ever been able to do with your fingers or with a toy. He began circling the tip of his glossa around your clit and that made you writhe and moan loudly. The slowness of it felt like he was teasing but he promised he’d be gentle with you and take this slow.

He got closer to your slit and took your clit into his intake and you immediately tried to shut your legs. A quick servo of his stopped you while keeping one leg parted and letting the other close around his audial fin. His other servo slid up your heaving chest, digits rolling one of your nipples. Clearly he was just as intrigued about your body as you were with his.

His movements became faster and you threw your head back. Your hands became tangled in the plush blankets below you as you felt the hot pressure building within your abdomen. There was no way you were about to finish this fast, it was almost shameful.

A few more circles with his glossa before he closed his dermas around that precious bundle again and you came undone under him. The orgasm was quick but your cunt clenched and spasmed fiercely. Your climax didn’t make him stop pleasuring you, in fact he believed you needed more. That servo of his which fondled your perky nipples descended down, its destination between your legs. His pointer digit gathered some of your wetness on its tip before he gently pushed in inside you.

His finger was of course much larger than your own so the stretch didn’t surprise you. His intake never left your sex as his optics looked up to you to make sure you were handling this okay. When he was sure you weren’t in any pain he pumped his digit inside you while you mewled. The grip you had around his digit worried him, it created some doubt about whether he could actually fit his spike inside of you.

What relieved him was that you could take his digit all the way past the last joint, proving you had far more depth to you than expected. His audio receptors captured every whine, moan and gasp that left your lips. If only he knew he could get you to create sounds like these much sooner.

Your second orgasm was actually tear jerking, just so immensely powerful that your eyes rolled back and stayed there for a moment. The rhythmical circles he worked around the precious bundle with his glossa combined with his digit pumping into you would be the death of you. Even during the high of that climax his motions didn’t cease, he didn’t budge when your thigh pushed firmly against his audial fin.

When he removed his digit from your walls and replaced it with his glossa you saw stars. The size difference between his digit and glossa made you whine. In the Prime’s processors he consistently reminded himself that he needed to be gentle with you but the desire to taste you overpowered all of that. And no it wouldn’t have been enough to taste it from his digit, he needed it straight from your core.

Witnessing the usually very composed mech behave this way was startling to you. All that hard work he’d done to restrain himself, his discipline and morals becoming completely futile in a moment of intimacy. His glossa meticulously roamed your begging walls while you writhed in his grip. To him this moment of risk was well worth its reward, the taste of you within his intake proved to be sweet and palatable.

When his interface panel slid off with a loud hiss his shoulder axles unstiffened, the confinement of his spike a mere memory. The relief he felt was immense. To keep his interface panel sealed while his pressurized spike pulsated against it was borderline torture. Yet he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again to make you feel comfortable and prevent you from being overwhelmed.

He pressed two digits into you this time to collect your slick and applied it to his hardened spike. You caught a glimpse of the slickened metallic shaft standing tall at his hips and your attention focused there. He squeezed himself to show you that it had some give to it and you let out a relieved sigh. Even with that positive factor it still seemed just far too big.

“I’m going to be gentle.” Which came out more like he was reminding himself than easing your worries. That overwhelming feeling of doubt within his processors about whether this will work would stay stagnant until he actually made an attempt. While looking at your dripping slit his hardened spike twitched causing you to shudder.

You even clenched a little seeing its abrupt movement at his hip-struts. He moved to get on top of you, spike accidentally sliding against your slit causing you both let out a small moan. A pronounced moan in that deep voice of his had you clenching around nothing. You were so eager and overly excitable that he probably didn’t even need to touch you to cause a reaction.

While on your back you lifted your head up to look down and see that thick red and blue plated shaft he was angling at your entrance. Before the tip dipped between your thighs it dribbled and left a dense clear fluid trail from your belly button to your sex. Soon you felt the head of it pressing at your dripping hole. ‘Far too big’ you thought as he attempted to press in for the second time after being unsuccessful.

He tried again pressing it at the opening slightly hard that time and the result was the same as last time. “Wait there’s an easier way. I could uh just sit on top of you and gravity will help us?” Your voice became meek the further you explain the suggestion. The explicitly of it sounding completely out of place coming from you, and the notion that he may not even be a mech that would want a ‘femme’ on top of him anyways.

Optimus hesitated for a moment, clearly not as keen about switching positions just as you expected. You were going to tell him nevermind but he rolled over onto his back-strut pulling you on top of him. The movement was quick and swift and yet you still squealed expecting to somehow be crushed in the process. “Sorry.” His tone was apologetic, but you could have swore from the corner of your eye that you saw just the faintest smile just before it vanished.

Ignoring his oddly sly behavior you focused on the thing you’ve been waiting for him to give you this entire time. Your hand reached down between your legs and wrapped around his spike and it felt just as warm as the rest of him. The metal plating of it had just as much squish to it as the metal of his faceplate.

This skin of his never ceased to amaze you, soft pliable metal in some areas and strong hard metal in others. His spike was rather heavy in your hand, the weight of it making it even more imposing. Truthfully you weren’t shocked he was unable to sheath himself without hurting you, your four fingers and thumb couldn’t even connect to wrap fully around his girth.

You could feel his tip begin to dribble fluid again right down the back of your hand. This was good, you sincerely needed any kind of extra lubrication you could get. The weeping tip was guided to your entrance by your hand for you to make your first attempt at sitting yourself down on it. With the first try your walls didn’t budge, not even a little. The disappointment you felt heightened until on the second try you felt a tearing pain while hearing him groan.

That pain left you no longer able to support yourself on top of his chassis so you collapsed on top of him. If you had to guess only an inch slid in, and yet your legs were already trembling. Looking down at you he felt worse than he thought he would. He knew you’d be in pain but not to this level. That vice grip you had around him almost entirely clouding his judgement about whether or not he should stop this. Deciding to make the right decision to protect you he placed his servo on your lower back, coaxing you off of his spike and you of course disobeyed.

Instead you took your chance to sink further down even though it hurt like hell. He tried to help you off once more, and again you ignored him. The lower you sunk down the more your pain had diminished. After those painfully aggravating minutes had passed your body was flush with his own, surprising you both.

None of your toys had ever provided you with feeling this degree of fullness. The kind of fullness that made your head feel heavy and caused your legs to tremble. “You did it.” He praised, while letting a servo cup your delicate face. Yeah, you did it, now just how were you going to manage it. You decided you’d start by letting your hips rock back and forth while around his length.

That was all you could do for the time being as you had not found the strength in your legs yet to fully ride him. The height that you needed to raise your hips just to lower them was just far too much for you to do right now. You were able to grind your clit against the rim of his spike casing leaving you whimpering on top of him. The more firm and smooth metal rubbing against your swollen nub had you reeling.

Optimus had never removed his servo from your back, confident that leaving it there would help keep you stable. Every unsteady movement you made kept his optics in a trance. He watched as you struggled to find your rhythm, rocking against him in shaky motions while searching for a pace that finally felt right. The way your little heart beat far more than it should have during a moment like this meant he needed to assist you and ignore your impending stubbornness.

His servo moved to one of your hips followed by another servo on the other, both latching on adjacent from one another. Both servos gently lifted your lower half up around his spike and then down again, fully sheathing himself once more. “Hey! I can do that myself.” Before you had the chance to writhe in his grip and give him an issue he did the same movement again with your body and you keeled over in his grip. He quickly found a soft rhythm that pleasured the both of you and had you burying your face into his chassis.

The noises your cunt made every time he raised your hips were almost embarrassing, you didn’t know it could get that noisy when you were that wet. Soon you were moving your hips in sync with his servos drag of them. Then not too long after that you were able to raise your hips all on your own, setting a slightly faster pace that caused you both to moan. It sucked being so much shorter in comparison to his mass displaced height. It essentially made the occurrence of you kissing him during this very low.

Low but never zero, you learned as he leaned up and you raised up half way on his spike to meet each other’s mouths. The kiss lasted a few moments before you brought yourself down on the rest of his spike. Hips rocking momentarily before you resumed your previous movements.

His servos wrapped around your hips again, but before you could tell him you didn’t need his help anymore he flipped you over onto your back and began thrusting into you. The quickened pace made your bare breasts bounce hard upon your chest. His spike knocking the air from your lungs with every jab of his tip at your cervix.

It was already pleasurable before, but him taking the reins left you making incoherent babbles amongst your slew of moans. Thoughts certainly happened but the words came out jumbled. Your walls spasmed and clenched desperately around him squeezing his spike beyond belief. He already found you tighter than his closed fist so every clench spurred him to thrust harder.

He tried to control himself, contain his desire and his need for you. To listen to your body instead of his, repelling a side of him that wanted to do this to you roughly. A side of him from his younger years before becoming a Prime that wanted to leave you spike drunk. If you told him to stop and that this wasn’t the way you wanted your first time to be, he’d place your needs over his and listen. When you said nothing and wrapped your legs around him he took it as a sign that you needed this too.

The whining of scouts who didn’t want to complete their duties. The incessant fighting in between mechs on base, and all of his stressors from today seemed to release with every quick snap of his hip-struts. Just one more harsh spasm of your walls and you were coming around his spike.

To say that surprised you was an understatement. Neither your hand or his strummed at your clit for that to even happen, causing that orgasm to startle the hell out of you. You didn’t even know you could do that, an orgasm with an untouched clit? And you thought you knew everything there was to know about your own body.

That climax of yours only galvanized him to pound you harder. He minded his own strength and set a limit for how far he’d go but it was getting harder to control that by the minute. The way your heat fisted and constricted itself around the malleable plating of his spike made his processors spin.

Your nails dug into his chassis, causing him to let out a low growl. A noise you’ve never heard him make before, you liked it. And if you didn’t say that then he certainly felt it with the way you clenched in response. Suddenly he stopped thrusting, you whined and bucked your hips practically begging.

The whining pleas you vocalized had not gone unnoticed. He pulled out the entire length of his spike causing you to whine and whimper even more. You were maneuvered off your back and onto your belly, during that you got a view of his erect spike drenched in your slick with a white ring of cream around the base.

While on your knees you pressed your face into the plush blankets beneath you and arched your bottom higher to allow him a better angle. You understood the change of positions at least from what you’ve seen in porn. When the tip of his spike slid against your slit you felt it twitch against your folds. He was ardent on having you like this, the heavy vents from his vocalizer told you that much.

His spike slid in and your breath hitched, the tearing burning stretch you dreaded was felt all over again. It started to fade so much faster than it did the first time. He placed a warm servo on your back once more to soothe you, apologetic for the pain you’re experiencing.

He waited for you to become adjusted to the stretch again even though he badly wanted to continue thrusting. He would never do something that he knew would hurt you and leave you in distress. Once you felt ready you rocked your hips back against his letting him know the pain had subsided.

The first thrust pulled a loud moan from you. The change in angle felt like a different experience entirely. You buried your face in the blankets below you when the thrusts continued and slowly built up pace. This time you felt his servo move to between your legs while the other was on your hip. His digits zeroed in on that tiny bundle of nerves, circling it and causing you to cry out his name.

The loud slap of his metal exterior against your skin became louder than the noises of your slick sex. You could still feel his optics on you, scanning your back, watching your movements for any sign of pain. He was still not too far gone to cease his protectiveness over you.

Soon you felt an orgasm building, and you wouldn’t be caught off guard this time. The growing tightness within your abdomen, that coil of heat there threatening to snap at any moment. You could hear Optimus venting from behind you a lot louder now. Between his thrusts he’d groan and say something in his native language that you couldn’t possibly understand. His frame ran hot as his spike bullied through every tight clench of your walls, tip of it leaking beads of thick pre-transfluid against your cervix indicating his soon coming overload.

Then your legs began to weaken, moans got louder and you finally felt it. That knot within you unraveled causing your hands to tightly grab the blankets below you. Every thrust from him only made each wave of your climax stronger. Your eyes teared up and suddenly you felt his-struts snap harder against you. The walls of your cunt sucking him in with each pulse wanting to desperately milk him.

“You’re mine.” You almost just barely heard it amongst the other noises going on. He said it so calmly amongst his vents causing you to shiver. His spike twitched inside you sporadically then you felt hot thick streams of fluid spilling into you. With his continued thrusts his blue transfluid frothed out from around his spike and trailed down your thighs. He rode out his overload pistoning inside you without any clear rhythm. Following his completion, he stilled inside you. His spike depressurizing with a faint throb.

His servos caressed the sides of your hips, feeling the indentations of his prior grip on them. He looked you over, looking for any signs of damage and injury. A gasp left your mouth when his spike pulled out of you, allowing more fluid to escape. You were gently turned over onto your back, he checked again for any injuries and found none.

“I’m fine, I promise.” Your tone seemed upbeat and normal to his audio receptors. A smile on your face eased his worries. His servo entwined with your hand causing you to smile even harder. All of that tension between the two of you finally had an ending. It was quite a pleasant and unexpected one. Yet the question in your mind became what the two of you were now? Still just friends or something more?

He pulled you onto his chassis, the recent memory replaying in your head of him allowing you to ride him. Your cheeks flushed remembering the expression he made after he bottomed out inside of you. The two of you engaged in another deep kiss, his servo wrapped gently in your hair. His mouth leaving yours to whisper something to you in a language you couldn’t decipher. Whatever he said while cupping your face caused his spike to pressurize again and prod at your thigh.

Bumblebee cursed in cybertronian while his large metal digits fumbled with your phone to fix his mistake. You struggled with a laugh while having your mouth still wrapped around the upper mid-shaft of his spike. Once the bright white glow disappeared from your closed eyelids you opened them again to see him give you an apologetic expression for the unintentional flashbang.

His apology was silently accepted by you as you resumed bobbing your head up and down his spike. Your hands were tightly wrapped along the lower half of his spike stroking him while your mouth did the heavy work. Every time the yellow tip of his shift became shallow in your throat you made the effort to swirl your tongue over the leaking slit.

That action would earn you an especially deep vent from his chassis and his spike would twitch in your mouth. You removed one of your hands and sucked him further into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and causing him to moan and shudder. The phone in his servo recording this act and every lewd sound during it wasn’t your priority.

Your priority was your eyes staring into his far larger blue optics and not missing a single reaction. Saliva dribbled down your chin every time you took him deeper, letting the throbbing head of the soft pliable metal bully the back of your throat. The autobot reached around your bent over form on his berth and used his digits gather up some of the wetness of your cunt and gasped the second he could feel how wet you were for him.

His spike gave a sequence of twitches against your tongue and you could feel the vibrating purr of an engine rev from his chassis all the way down to his tip. “I’m going to pound that valve so fragging hard…” His voice was gruff and the grip of his digits around your phone tightened which made you fear for the device’s glass screen. If your ears weren’t filled with sounds of you taking his spike down your throat you would have heard the exact moment the screen cracked.

It was far too small for him to be holding anyways and you wished you would have agreed to let him use his datapad to record. Before you could suck him deeper again his free servo wrapped itself in your hair and pulled you off of his spike creating a loud pop noise from your lips. The mech was venting heavily, optics dim, and spike twitching while a bead of clear pre-fluid dribbled from the tip.

You were having fun with what you were doing and pouted, but knew how badly he wanted to have his overload inside. The bare breasts on your chest bounced as you laid your back on his berth and watched as he attached the phone’s kickstand to the center of his chassis.

Starting tomorrow he’d be spending the next three weeks in a foreign country without you and due to his last experience he practically begged you to let him film a ‘movie’ with you. N.E.S.T had your big baby in a desert with nothing to stroke his spike to and you swear he has ptsd from it. Speaking of his spike, he was stroking it right now in view of the recording camera while looking at you laying there spread, pretty and wet for him.

He angled the phone to look upward at the lust filled expression on your face so he’d get to experience this whole ordeal all over again when he couldn’t get the real thing. You decided to give him and the camera a show by moving your hand in between your legs to rub your swollen clit in front of him. His spike practically ‘jumped’ seeing that and you couldn’t help the that smile spread on your face.

One of his servos fondled your breasts and he rolled each perked nipple back and forth between his digits. The servo wrapped around his spike let go and he moved your hand away from your core to replace it with his own. His thumb digit rubbed your begging clit in a circle, making you mewl and throw your head back.

“That feel good?” A rhetorical question, he could feel you turning into putty under his servos he just wanted to hear you say it yourself. You nodded your response and that unfortunately wasn’t good enough for him. “Then use your words.” He demanded.

His digit got faster and that made you gasp. You looked up at him, eyes half lidded in pleasure and you could see that you both were a wreck. It was taking everything in him to not penetrate you without an answer. He wanted to show you he had discipline and could tease you just as much as you tease him.

“Baby that feels so good-“ He pushed his spike into you, not needing to guide himself as his processors had already mapped out exactly where the hole was. A moan erupted from the both of you while he completely sheathed himself. He started off on a harsh pace, his hip struts coming into contact loudly with the back of your thighs.

His servos wrapped around both your legs and kept them parted for him, the front of your knees touching your chest allowing him to achieve a deeper angle. You knew he was going to hold you like this and fuck you unbelievably hard for as long as he possibly could. After having him wait all day for this that pent up wrath within him needed to be let out.

Every time the tip of his spike came into contact with your cervix your legs shook within his servos. The speed at which he pistoned his spike into you made your breast bounce almost painfully against your chest. “Gonna put a sparkling in you.” Your walls tightened around him, loving the sound of that.

The upper rim of his interface casing prodded and rubbed heavenly at your clit at such an angle that it felt just as good as him rubbing it in circles with his digits. “Bee!” His name fell from your lips amongst a string of moans when he quickened his already fierce pace.

The soft organic metal plating along the shaft of his spike stroked your sensitive walls just right to the point your cunt creamed thickly along the plating. It made him more than happy that your phone’s camera was catching glimpses of the cream glazing his spike.

The sensations became far too much for you and your wall began to spasm, he tightened his grip around you so you couldn’t get away from him. So you laid there, taking it while he forced you to ride out that impending strong orgasm. Tears built up in the corner of your eyes and loud whimpers arose from your mouth while you came hard and fast around his spike.

He tried his hardest to hold out longer but the way you gripped him drove his frame crazy, his cooling fans kicked on loudly at an attempt to calm his frame down. The level of control he restrained himself with so he doesn’t hurt you broke more and more with every further snap of his hips while his spike began to throb. “Fragging tight thing - frag- frag- fuck!”

Thick streams of transfluid began to jet into you right after he buried himself deep. He groaned while you milked his spike of every drop you deserved. Once his overload was over he pulled his spike out and took the mounted phone off his chassis to get a zoom in on your filled cunt. He started rubbing your clit to make you spasm for the fluid to come flooding out in it’s full glory right in front of the recording camera.

He raised your phone back up to your face, making sure to get your satisfied look recorded. Once he felt it was enough he stopped the recording and immediately sent the footage to his datapad. He then dropped the phone on his berth, pleased with his amateur camera work. Bumblebee slipped his spike back inside you and you clenched tightly around him.

Your knees are in the air as your spread legs struggled against his intruding servo keeping them apart. If you even attempted to close them he’d simply scoff and part them wide again. The black vibrator buzzed unwaveringly and mercilessly against your clit. The breaths you took were quick and shallow as every time you took a particularly deep breath your pelvic floor relaxed and the vibrations would feel stronger.

You had heard prior gossip and rumors of cybertronians interfacing with humans, but you would have never expected this from him. If anything the friendship you two shared hopefully wouldn’t be too awkward aboard the ship after this.

The restless buzz against that sensitive bundle of nerves between your folds had your legs shaking. The mech wasn’t even edging you, he’d let you come as soon as your body begged for such a obscene thing. You were granted mercy every time but not mercy from ending whatever therapy exercise he thought this was.

He was insistent that this was helping him so you just laid there and let him continue. You even allowed him to increase the intensity on the toy which made your back arch abruptly against his berth. His mass-displaced form kneeled before you, his determined optics focusing on your wet spasming hole while your clit took a beating from the toy he held.

“You keep clenching… around nothing.” The tone of his gruff voice wasn’t playful at all, he sounded more intrigued than like he was intending to tease you. He removed the servo that was keeping your legs apart and looked at his pointer digit for a few moments with an idea. He guided it to your folds and you whined when you felt the blunt edge at your entrance.

His digit entered and your walls clamped down around it, almost as if they were excited about the stretch. Your legs shook embarrassingly while you could feel every joint level sink into you. You managed to close your legs shut with both knees together and he simply angled the toy in a way where it could still come into contact with your sensitive clit.

He pumped his thick digit inside you fiercely while the vibrators buzz continued its assault. That invisible knot that was struggling to hold itself together within you unraveled itself slowly and you couldn’t control the noises you made anymore. “You’re going to overload right?”

“Max max max max!” Your cunt gave one final tight squeeze around his digit and a spurt of fluid erupted from around it. That vibrator made you ride out and feel every single wave of that orgasm. Whimpers, incoherent babbles, and a few instances of his designation fell from your lips. His audial receptions would remember those sounds dearly.

Amongst all of the screaming, killing and brutalization he has heard that torment his processors even while recharging, he will accept this as by far the most beautiful. When the orgasm was over, you were teary eyed and grateful once the vibrator stopped buzzing. It was tossed aside as he lowered himself over you while his dim optics memorized that pretty and satisfied look on your face. The sounds, the sight, he’ll keep it all, he’ll remember it all.

His slick digits came into contact with your overstimulated clit and he rubbed lazy precise circles around it causing you to mewl and grab onto his shoulder plating.

“You’re not done yet are you Max?”

It didn’t shock you that Drift was the opposite of Rodimus. Far too serious at times and deeply engaged in your needs. He didn’t want you to have worry your pretty little human helm about anything important. Need something but can’t get it? Give him a few minutes, he’ll find a way.

Want to laugh and smile? Get Rodimus. Want a mech to follow you around with every ounce of his attention on you? Get Drift.

With Rodimus being the captain of the Lost Light, he was mostly unavailable throughout the day. If it was important then he was all yours but his obligation to his own duties put you and Drift in each other’s company more often than anticipated.

You’d comb through information about the organic life on upcoming planets while lying across Drift’s lap. If he was mass displaced he’d have you sitting on his lap with both your legs dangling from the sides of his own while Ultra Magnus lectured the two of you about PDA.

It wasn’t like the ex-decepticon could help it, you were so small and fragile within his servos that touching you became addictive to him. He’d could easily get the same buzz that engex gave him from touching you.

Rodimus could show you the same level of affection when he wasn’t busy, often going for more bolder and suggestive moves especially in public. In mass displacement his favorite way to escort you through corridors was by carrying you over his shoulder plating. You have a prime who’s more than happy to have his servos on you at all times so what’s the use in walking on your own?

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The way they’d take turns sucking on your clit drove you insane. It’s never just one mouth on you, it’s always both of theirs. Both aimed at pleasing and getting you to that breathtaking climax you’ve fallen in love with so many times already.

Not just with that either, but deeply in love with them and whatever they do as a whole. Drift always wanted to go first as Rodimus was less picky about when his turn would be be. Drift’s servos would rotate you onto your stomach in one swoop. Then a gentle attack of kisses would be bestowed to your neck, and the familiar hiss of his interface panel opening would get you to arch instinctively for him.

While Drift would position himself at your entrance, Rodimus was always elated to direct your mouth to the tip of his own spike. He was always so leaky. Dribbling the slick pre-fluid across your chin while the tip of his spike was guided into the warmth of your mouth.

You’d bob your head up and down, allowing your tongue to graze along the pliable metal plating while taking Drift’s fervent pounding from behind.

As much as Rodimus’ spike liked to leak he had such a noisy vocalizer. A cacophony of moans that were caused only by what you could do with your mouth was exactly what you loved to hear from him.

The two mechs would switch places with one another and you’d have your cheeks hollowing out around Drift’s spike with Rodimus loudly moaning while he fucked his spike into you.

You’d finish for them, over and over again as long as whoever was behind you had their digits circling your clit with every thrust, practically turning you into putty between them. Rodimus would overload first, preferably inside you as his loads were always so heavy and hot, you loved to feel them drip out or get swallowed by either him or you.

Drift would be last to overload. His frame would halt and he’d shiver. He’d get so worked up for that overload and it would be oh so well deserved on his end. If you were coherent enough to go for another round you’d be overwhelmingly eager to get an erect spike inside you again.

After intimacy either of them would volunteer themselves to get you cleaned up and ready to sleep for the night. Once clean they’d undo their mass displacement and get you comfortable on top of on of their warm chassis’.