#thundercracker transformers

Then there's you. Who's been passed off as a pet, something to keep Thundercracker entertained in the moments where his crushing duty isn't suffocating him. Megatron would never allow a human to be aboard the Nemesis if he knew what you really did for Thundercracker. The other 'Cons would never let him hear the end of it, either.

You're not exactly a dirty little secret, as your presence on the ship is definitely known, but that's about as far as it goes. The others are not aware how intimate the two of you get behind closed doors, or how much respite you truly provide the blue seeker. He often finds himself worn down and tired, but you never fail to revitalise him. He's grateful for you, that much cannot be denied.

Right now, there's something he needs from you more than the energon that flows through him.

"Tease me," he ardently requests. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, peering down at you kneeling before him with his exposed spike loosely held in your hand.

"Tease you?" You repeat, kissing up the length of his spike as you maintain eye contact with him.

"Yeah, you know about edging?" He says, rocking his hips lightly against the plumpness of your lips.

"Sure do," you reply before licking along the parallel panels.

"That's what I want you to do. I want you to edge me over and over. I hear that the eventual overload is unlike anything else."

"Oh really?" You coo, licking his length from the underside.

His intake drops open partially as he looks down at your lustful gaze. You are truly a sight to behold when you have his spike balancing on the bed of your tongue.

"So you want me to suck you over and over? Denying you release? Taunting you?" You ask sultrily.

Thundercrackers moans at your words alone, jutting his hips to feed his spike into your mouth. You huff a laugh, evading his attempts and continuing to lick on the underside of him.

When you reach his tip, you close your lips around him before sliding him into your mouth. You go down as far as you can, using one hand to hold and squeeze the base of him.

Without hesitation, you start sucking him properly. You use your tongue on the sensitive panels underneath, moaning against his length.

His smooth tip hits against the back of your throat, drops of his prefluid trickling down. It's addictive to suck him like this, from the way that he feels in your mouth to the sounds he makes.

Staticky, low moans tumble from him, motivating you to keep on going. You slurp and enjoy every moment of it, savouring his taste on your tongue.

"Love it so much when you suck me, y'know that?" He whirs, lust clouding his mind.

"Mmm," you hum in response, your mouth too full to give a real answer.

"Yeah, don't talk with your mouth full, baby. Don't you know it's rude?" He taunts with a sly grin. Your pussy throbs from his condescending tone.

"Baby— ffhh— I'm so close," he borders on whimpering.

That's your cue.

You come off his spike with a pop, leaving a string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to the tip of his throbbing spike. You pant for air, peering up at him through glassy eyes.

"Fuck," he curses as his optics flicker.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you can't stop the sly grin forming on your lips as you huff a short laugh.

"That's what you asked for, no?" You tease, deciding to gently jerk his length now that those crucial few seconds have passed.

"Do it again," he orders, jutting his hips forward to seek your mouth once again.

You don't need to be told twice.

Taking his spike back into your mouth, you let him glide down your throat before you suck again. You hollow out your cheeks, making sure he's entirely enveloped in your mouth.

"So good, so fucking good," he praises as his processor reels from the pleasure. It takes all of his willpower to stop himself from rutting into your mouth like a beast in heat. Primus, if he had it his way, he'd fuck you face until you're dizzy. Another time, perhaps. When he's in charge, not you.

His spike is an impressive size, large enough to make your jaw hurt. Your hand jerks the part of him you can reach, barely able to have your fingers touch. You suck him greedily, deriving more pleasure from this than you'd care to admit.

He groans low in his vocaliser, threading a servo through your hair to tangle the length around his digits. He's not forcing anything, just guiding you. You push him deeper into your throat, making you gag, but learning to live with it. Your eyes start to water as spit drips down your chin, the sounds of your wet mouth are beyond salacious.

You can feel the thrumming of his excitement in the length of his spike. He's teetering on the precipice of euphoria with each suck, his overload not far at all.

Humming into the metal, you pull your mouth off him again. He stutters a hot moan as he grinds his hips into the air, lacking a sufficient amount of friction.

"You knew I was close," he whines.

"I knew. That's why I stopped. I'm liking this," you coo before you stand. You reach down again, grabbing his spike, but not doing anything with it.

You get a bit closer to him, hoisting your knee onto the bed by his thigh strut so that he can feel the heat of your body.

"Please, baby," he whines as he thrusts into your hand. "Please let me fuck you, I need it, please!"

You giggle as you squeeze him, amused by this desperate display of lust. Lowering yourself, you stop mere centimetres from his lips to add another layer of edging.

"Oh, you wanna fuck me, hm?" You taunt, grabbing his servo with your free hand. You lead him to your clothed cunt, tucking two of his digits underneath so he can feel your slit through your underwear. "You wanna put your spike right here?"

"Yes, yes," he babbles.

"Then come take what you want," you challenge.

With a speed expected from someone like him, he grabs your waist before quickly spinning you and tossing you onto the bed. You land with a grunt, bouncing on the mattress as your breath is immediately stolen from you.

He circles you, mounting the bed by his knees before grabbing the elastic waistband of your skirt, fiercely yanking it down to start undressing you.

You arch your back and gather the material of your top in bunches, hoisting it up your torso before sitting up as much as you can to throw it off. You make quick work of your bra as well, and before you know it, you're entirely nude before him.

He splays a firm servo over your chest, pushing you back with urgency to have you pinned on the bed. Your legs fall open naturally for him, all but welcoming him to claim what is his.

Crawling between your legs, he settles. His spike bobs, more fluid spilling from the tip as he aches with need. He's never needed to overload more, the desperation is riddling him.

"You ready, baby?" He coos, jerking his length to guide it to your waiting cunt.

"More than ready," you reply breathlessly.

With that, he slides his spike in. The stretch feels so good, a moan lodging in your throat already.

"Thundercracker!" You moan, your head dropping back against the pillow. You scream into the air above as he strikes his hips over and over, bouncing your tits from the force.

"I need this. I need you," the blue mech utters as his processor becomes possessed by the feeling of your hot core.

"I'm all yours," you sigh airily, "Use me however you like."

"Mine," he growls before tucking his perfectly carved faceplates in the valley of your neck. He plants hot, open-intaked kisses there, claiming his territory.

Every inch after beautiful inch of his spike that he pumps in and out of you bends your mind into new shapes, your pitiful moans and mewls a far cry from the taunting behaviour you held earlier.

You moan shamelessly as he fucks you with enough power to have you gradually moving up the bed. Thank goodness you have a soft mattress under here. Being fucked like this on his metal berth would definitely cause a few bruises.

"Your pussy feels so good, I can't believe it. Primus, I'm so sensitive right now," he mutters against the clammy skin of your neck.

You slide your hand down between your bodies, using your middle finger to start circling your clit. He's probably going to finish quicker than usual, so you've gotta do what you need to in order to reach your peak around the same time.

He's a mech possessed by his lust. He's riddled with need, taking exactly what he wants from your body.

One servo grabs one of your bouncing tits, kneading the plump flesh as his unrelenting thrusts continue to undo the seams of your mind. He pinched a nipple lightly between thumb and foredigit, basking in the twist of pleasure forming on your fucked-out features.

"That's it, huh, baby? You like that? You like when I tease you?" He says through a heavy grin.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, your aching fingers still drawing tight little circles over your clit as he rolls the bud of your nipple, making sure you're stimulated everywhere all at once.

When you don't answer him, he slaps your tit. You yell, which soon turns into a long moan.

"Spike is so good you can't find the words, hm?" He taunts.

"F—Fuck, yes! Thundercracker!" You shriek, your toes curling into the sheets. You can feel your wetness slipping from your hole down between the valley of your ass, starting to pool onto the bed.

When he teases your nipple again, the stimulation overrides you. You gasp as you arch your back, your pussy fluttering around his absurd girth. The peak is quick, but not underwhelming by any means. It strikes through you, kissing every limb in a matter of seconds. It leaves you breathless and speechless as stars circle in your vision.

"That's all I needed," Thundercracker comments, infinitely more turned on by you finding your peak before he can. Even when he's on edge and wound up, you still find your pleasure first, and that strokes Thundercracker's pride in a way no one else can.

He shudders as an intense, drawn-out overload racks him. He spurts rope after rope of transfluid right into your pussy, slamming his hips until he's buried to the hilt. He's as deep as possible, and the bliss is just as it was promised to him. The gratification of finally achieving overload crosses his wires and fries his circuits, throwing his helm back in ecstasy as a low moan rumbles from him.

"Fuck yeah," he curses, "That was good."

He stays bottomed out inside even when the seemingly never-ending flow of transfluid ceases. He drops his helm back down, venting quickly to cool his frame. He watches the rise and fall of your chest before he collapses onto it.

You groan from the sudden weight of him, but it's not severe enough to stop you from breathing. Wrapping your arms around him, you sigh in the peaceful aftermath.

"We have gotta do that more often," he comments.