#thundercracker transformers

POV: You're Starscream and you've forgotten what your older brother looks like after years.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙ thundercracker x human fem reader 18+ ficlet

-> warnings/tags: minors dni. no plot, just porn. spanking. recording. 1.2k words ur so right anon, it's literally in his name!!!

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He leans forward as he runs his warm servos over the curve of your ass. This has to be a dream, he tells himself. You, here, in your bed, ass up and face down? All for him? What good deed has he done recently to land him in Primus' favour, he has to wonder?

"Do it, until I can't walk," you encourage him.

He drops his helm slightly as he vents a low moan, feeling his spike stir with excitement behind his panels.

"You're such a little temptress," Thundercracker vents. "You know I have important work to do."

"More important than fucking me stupid?" You ask, looking back at him out of the corner of your eye.

"No," he replies airily, "Nothing could be more important than that."

"Come on then," you arch your back downwards to present your ass further, "Fuck me."

And he listens. He makes a quick detour to the bedside table, flinging the bottom drawer open to grab the half-empty bottle of lube. The mattress dips again as he levels up behind you, his spike already deployed and dripping.

He pops the lid of the lube open before squeezing, pouring a healthy amount over his length. He brings the bottle just above the valley of your ass next, squirting some more so that it drips down from your ass to your cunt. You hum happily at the feeling, your hips swaying in reaction.

He slides into you, earning a moan from him as your hot walls cinch around him almost immediately. It's been too long, he thinks to himself. He doesn't get to indulge in you as much as he'd like.

"Fuck, I've missed you," he purrs.

He settles his entire length in you, optics flickering at the feeling of your cunt throbbing around him.

"I've missed you too," you respond through a moan.

Rocking his hips, he parts your little cunt around his unyielding length until each pass gets easier than the last. You push your hands up the bed, holding onto your pillow before he settles his servos on your hips. He grabs on tight, using his leverage to pull your hips back onto him.

You start off with frequent, quieter moans that bounce off the pillow as he enjoys your pussy. Sounds of bliss hiss from him, puffs of air whirring from his vents.

You can tell he's missed you, he's fucking you like a rampant little deviant. He likes to go fast anyway, but God, this pace is dizzying.

It's desperate, raunchy and hot sex. Fucking in every sense of the word. There's a natural synchronicity between the two of you, two pieces of the puzzle falling together.

"Harder!" You wail, grabbing onto your pillow with both hands, bunching it between your fingers as best you can.

"Harder?" Thundercracker repeats, "You want it harder?"

"Please," you mewl desperately, trying to roll your hips in tandem with his hastiness.

"You speak to my spark."

He picks up his pace, slamming his hips into you until it stings the back of your thighs. They were already reddening, but now they're going to be red-raw. You scream out, your tits bouncing viciously with the harshness of his movements. You're being fucked gradually up the bed, your knees struggling to keep you upright. He's going to end up fucking you right into the mattress if he doesn't let up.

The wood of the bed creaks, it moans under the torture. This is what you wanted, to be fucked so ruthlessly by a mech who craves you as much as Thundercracker does. His hunger crackles like lightning, greedily getting his fill of you as he takes your cunt for everything it has.

He has to watch. He peers down, seeing how his spike drives in and out of your wet cunt at a pace his optics are barely able to keep up with. The wet slapping sounds fill his audials, and he can see his spike and hip plating glistening with your warm fluids and lube.

It carries through the vents when you're loud like this, and you both end up getting teased by Skywarp. The purple mech finds it hilarious, dubbing Thundercracker as the Nemesis' human fucker. Though, your partner doesn't mind. When he's the only one on board so inclined to be like this with a human, it means he doesn't have to worry about anyone trying to snatch you from him.

As if you'd go, anyway. You'd never leave Thundercracker, not when he's completely besotted with you. Always at your beck and call, always ready to do whatever you ask.

"Primus, you have such a beautiful ass," Thundercracker coos as he slaps one of your cheeks lightly.

You let out a startled sound, not expecting him to do it.

"You should see how it's bouncing for me right now," Thundercracker continues, "Maybe you'll let me record it one day? So that I can have something to remember you by when I'm off on missions?"

"Smack my ass again, and you can record it right now," you answer.

"Seriously?!" He asks excitedly, his voice booming as if the pulse of his storm is beating in the air around you.

"Do it," you goad.

Thundercracker's optics whir as he starts to capture footage, downloading it straight to his hard drive as he focuses his sights on your drenched cunt. Making good on the deal, he smacks your ass, leaving the already reddened skin sting a bit more. You moan out, and Thundercracker manages to capture every bit of it.

His internal system warns him that his frame is overheating, and he has to activate the coolant in his chassis to help regulate. He can't succumb to heat exhaustion, not when he's so thoroughly enjoying himself.

He spanks again and again, making you yelp and scream for him. Your cunt starts to milk him, pulsing around his length in a strong attempt to get him to finish in you. Thundercracker can't tear his optics away, beyond elated that he's getting to store this away for good.

A distant thunder starts to roll through your body, reverberating deep to satisfy you to your core. You feel your breath catch in your lungs, your hips grinding back pathetically whilst your toes curl, moments away from your euphoria.

"Thundercracker!" You manage to moan, and it's enough to tell him that you're about to break.

As if his prayers had been answered, he managed to capture you losing yourself on him. The arching of your back, the quaking of your legs, and the sweet sounds you make when you're cumming. You pull harder on the pillow, your body flushing with hot waves as your pussy tightens around him.

The need to fill you courses through him, and at his need, his body screams a resounding yes. It's the kind of rumble that centres him, keeps him grounded in this moment as he lets out a broken call of your name, sputtering his pent-up overload into your hot cunt.

What follows is the same kind of quiet that happens after a storm, relief rife in the air, your bodies coming down to rest in the aftermath of thundering power.