can I get a uhhhhhhhh megatron breeding kink but with megatron being the one getting bred
There's only so many cycles you can take working side by side with Megatron -- looking into his bedroom optics, being victim to the tantalizing brush of his digits, watching the voluptuous taper of his frame from all angles -- before you break. You always feel those red optics on you, watching with smoldering heat.
He moans like a pleasure drone under you, rocking his hips up into your thrusts; helpless to his own impulses. His sinewy mesh is slick and sloppy, calipers sucking you in with every thrust. Like he was made for this. Like even his frame can't lie about what he was constructed for.
"If I had known how desperate for spike you are, I would have bent you over the first time we met," Megatron sobs out a moan, servo clawing at your pauldron to pull you closer. With you chassis to chassis, your spike drags sinfully over internal nodes that have his optics fuzzing with static at the edges.
"Please," His strong, gravelly voice is nothing but a pathetic whimper, worn thin by desire, "Overload inside. Inside me, I need it," Primus, he's not really giving you any choice. How could you deny him when his red optics bore through you, pleading and imploring. Expectant for you to fulfill him in ways few mechs have dared try.
Hearing him beg for your transfluid is enough to push you over the edge of bliss, the tip of your spike pressing insistently to the forge laying deep within him. Megatron throws his helm back with a keen, relishing fully in the feeling of your transfluid flooding his valve. So taken with the feeling, so single-mindedly focused, that he tips over into his own overload as his legs snap around your hips to pull you flush to his array.
Megatron doesn't return from the tunnel vision of pleasure for several moments, spark thrumming hard in his chest as his cooling fans struggle to keep up. So long that you worry you may have broken him. Is having sex with such an old mech really the smartest move? You try to pull away, but Megatron's legs only tighten around your hips and pull his attention back to you.
"Where are you going?" His brows furrows, indignation and confusion mashed up on his face, as if you personally affronted him, "I'm not done, yet."